Luck
(#3050854)
Level 1 Skydancer
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.41 m
Wingspan
3.82 m
Weight
492.46 kg
Genetics
Black
Tiger
Tiger
Red
Stripes
Stripes
Rose
Underbelly
Underbelly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Skydancer
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
4
AGI
5
DEF
4
QCK
9
INT
9
VIT
4
MND
9
Biography
~Cursed Casanova
Despite his name, Luck has never been a dragon to fall upon good grace. As a child he was simultaneously the most beautiful and ugly hatchling in his clan. Beautiful because of his charming looks and ugly because of the lengths he was pushed. The other dragons were jealous, they needed to be taught a lesson, at least that's what he told himself when he'd injure them as revenge for their teasing. He was kicked out as a juvenile and found his home in another clan.
This second clan only saw him for his beauty, they did not look closely into the coldness of his ice eyes nor did they think twice about his own-it-all attitude. Women flocked to him, children treated him like a prince and the other males couldn't kick him out until too many hatchlings were born with out a father to take them in. He was kicked out again.
While wandering the roads he took shelter in a rundown shack he was not welcomed into. He took a place at the fire, took food from the ice box, and didn't think twice about how his actions were theft as he settled in for the night. When he awoke something about him felt off but he didn't know what so he went on his way.
As he approached his next clan, preparing to lay on the charm and find a nice bed with a pretty female he felt the blood drain from his face at the sight of the 'dragon' in front of him. What stared him in the eye, speaking in a gravelly tone not of Sorienth was a slab of rotting flesh gruesomely wriggling off of freshly battered bone. It was not a dragon although it had the shadow of one.
Luck tried to run away from his problems, thinking maybe he had accidentally stumbled into a freak plague clan or something, but every dragon he passed looked the same or some variation there of. He didn't know it but he was cursed.
As the months of solitude dragged on he realized he was not built to be alone. It was driving him mad, more so then the memories and encounters of the 'dragons' around him. He needed to find a home again or else he was surely destined to die. He gradually taught himself to not spill his guts whenever he met another dragon but despite appearances every time he saw another one he could feel his mind shattering as if it was his first time seeing those images again. He became good at pretending despite how it wore down on him.
Luck's name lived up to it's reputation a few years down the line when he discovered Recant. He was meaning to just pass by, grab a drink and then be on his way again, however once he entered the glade his vision began to change. The magic which permeated the air and fell on his tongue via the nearby stream lifted the curse. The inhabitants of this town were not monsters, simply mortals. Luck practically cried when he found a place he could call home with out growing insane but he did realize that this home was also a curse. If he messed up and was kicked out that would be the end of him.
However, when Nurida came and secretly asked for conspirators Luck, being the greedy dragon he is, joined in on the scheme and was promised a permanent cure for his curse upon following her lead. He now works as her eyes and ears around the clan, specifically for Perdix who Nurida knows isn't as loyal as he pretends. Perdix, having fallen in love with Luck upon first sight is quick to enjoy the affection and despite Luck's better judgement he might have shared a few nights with him in the past... he still loves to be loved even if his options are limited.
——tbc
http://www1.flightrising.com/dressing/outfit/115427
Price TBD
Despite his name, Luck has never been a dragon to fall upon good grace. As a child he was simultaneously the most beautiful and ugly hatchling in his clan. Beautiful because of his charming looks and ugly because of the lengths he was pushed. The other dragons were jealous, they needed to be taught a lesson, at least that's what he told himself when he'd injure them as revenge for their teasing. He was kicked out as a juvenile and found his home in another clan.
This second clan only saw him for his beauty, they did not look closely into the coldness of his ice eyes nor did they think twice about his own-it-all attitude. Women flocked to him, children treated him like a prince and the other males couldn't kick him out until too many hatchlings were born with out a father to take them in. He was kicked out again.
While wandering the roads he took shelter in a rundown shack he was not welcomed into. He took a place at the fire, took food from the ice box, and didn't think twice about how his actions were theft as he settled in for the night. When he awoke something about him felt off but he didn't know what so he went on his way.
As he approached his next clan, preparing to lay on the charm and find a nice bed with a pretty female he felt the blood drain from his face at the sight of the 'dragon' in front of him. What stared him in the eye, speaking in a gravelly tone not of Sorienth was a slab of rotting flesh gruesomely wriggling off of freshly battered bone. It was not a dragon although it had the shadow of one.
Luck tried to run away from his problems, thinking maybe he had accidentally stumbled into a freak plague clan or something, but every dragon he passed looked the same or some variation there of. He didn't know it but he was cursed.
As the months of solitude dragged on he realized he was not built to be alone. It was driving him mad, more so then the memories and encounters of the 'dragons' around him. He needed to find a home again or else he was surely destined to die. He gradually taught himself to not spill his guts whenever he met another dragon but despite appearances every time he saw another one he could feel his mind shattering as if it was his first time seeing those images again. He became good at pretending despite how it wore down on him.
Luck's name lived up to it's reputation a few years down the line when he discovered Recant. He was meaning to just pass by, grab a drink and then be on his way again, however once he entered the glade his vision began to change. The magic which permeated the air and fell on his tongue via the nearby stream lifted the curse. The inhabitants of this town were not monsters, simply mortals. Luck practically cried when he found a place he could call home with out growing insane but he did realize that this home was also a curse. If he messed up and was kicked out that would be the end of him.
However, when Nurida came and secretly asked for conspirators Luck, being the greedy dragon he is, joined in on the scheme and was promised a permanent cure for his curse upon following her lead. He now works as her eyes and ears around the clan, specifically for Perdix who Nurida knows isn't as loyal as he pretends. Perdix, having fallen in love with Luck upon first sight is quick to enjoy the affection and despite Luck's better judgement he might have shared a few nights with him in the past... he still loves to be loved even if his options are limited.
——tbc
http://www1.flightrising.com/dressing/outfit/115427
Price TBD
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