Ainairos
(#30776869)
Level 1 Gaoler
Familiar
Moss-Covered Golem
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Energy: 47/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Female Gaoler
This dragon is benefiting from the effects of eternal youth.
This dragon is an ancient breed.
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Ancient dragons cannot wear apparel.
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
2.58 m
Wingspan
0.40 m
Weight
75.75 kg
Genetics
White
Phantom (Gaoler)
Phantom (Gaoler)
White
Breakup (Gaoler)
Breakup (Gaoler)
Crimson
Weathered (Gaoler)
Weathered (Gaoler)
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Gaoler
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
7
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
5
MND
6
Biography
Once upon a time, a child was abandoned.
It had started out as what had been promised as a peaceful, exciting trip for a family of three. The child was a bright, beautiful hatchling thrilled by everything around her. She saw beauty in everything, even in the harsh environment of the Scarred Wasteland. She was happy, and so were the parents who raised her.
But despite their love for their child, the parents were still descendants of survivors, and it was in their blood to eliminate the weak and leave behind those would would drag them down. Their love did not change this deeply embedded trait when their hatchling was infected with a deadly, queer disease that did no harm to her mentally or physically, but took away her ability of growth. The moment the parents heard of this strange disease, all love and pride they had invested in their child vanished like a flame in the wind. They had no use for a hatchling that would not grow; a hatchling that would forever be a burden to them.
And so she was abandoned.
The solitary drops fell from the sky, drenching the small hatchling's pelt. Her feathers ragged, she dragged herself after the large footprints in the mud before her, sobbing all the way, begging for her parents to come back. The two dragons ahead of her did not condescend to look back at her, no matter how loudly she wailed. They disappeared into the fog, and that was the last time she saw either of them.
And then there was silence.
The hatchling spent her first few days alone, first in fear and bewilderment, then with a cold anger that seeped into her very marrow. Why? Why had she been abandoned? Because of one incurable disease that had apparently crippled her for life? Were her parents' love so shallow that they would abandon her just because of what was brought onto her? She screamed to the sky, what love she had for her parents turning instantly to bitter hate. She vowed, then and there, that she would live. She would live, in spite of her parents' beliefs. She would live, because she wanted to.
One of the basic necessities of life is food, and it was food that the hatchling realised she hungered for a few days after she was deserted. She knew nothing about hunting nor foraging, so she turned to begging passing travellers and voyagers for food, thinking that surely someone would take pity on a poor hatchling like her.
It didn't take the hatchling long to realise the futility in pleading others. Not a single dragon yielded her a single bite of food nor a sip of water. The hatred that had sparked the child's determination to live grew, and she thought that if other dragons were not going to help her, then she was going to make them, in the straightest way possible. Because the world was cruel, and if she was going to survive in this world, then she was going to have to be cruel as well.
It started with the stealing. The hatchling took advantage of her small size and nimble fingers to filch the possessions of other dragons, from money to more sustainable, desired food. Eventually, her thievery was discovered by a large Imperial dragon, and in a furious struggle to keep her life and limbs intact, she pushed the larger dragon into a puddle of acid, effectively quelling her opponent. The Imperial dragon begged her for mercy, which only made the child giggle, remembering the begging she'd done. She slew the other dragon despite his pleas and took his rations for herself.
For any other dragon, killing another would've shocked them into submission. But this was not so for the hatchling. In fact, her antics simply escalated from her first kill. She began to learn how to fight and how to murder. She learned how to kill a dragon with a well-aimed flick of her claws, and how best to silently carry out an assassination. No longer did she have to rely on stealing. Killing was an option, too, and she was often more inclined to slay another dragon than go through the tiresome process of taking their belongings. More often times than not, she would simply straight-up take what she wanted from another dragon, and kill them if they have any complaints.
The abandoned hatchling lived in this way for a long time, until one day, while she was about to set off on her next expedition, she came across a beautiful female Imperial dragon luring away her target. The child was initially furious, but as she watched, she became more curious and impressed by the Imperial's guile and charm. She followed the two into a small cave, where she witness her first ambush, and saw the Imperial brothers that would later be known as Nolofinwe and Arafinwe.
It did not take the Imperial siblings long to figure out that they were under surveillance. Nolofinwe fished the tiny intruder out of her hide hole in no time and would've slain her, had the child herself, boldly and firmly, demanded that either she be put down, or she would put the much larger Imperial down in his place. Surprised and impressed, Arafinwe asked his elder brother to release the hatchling, upon which they heard her story.
"I was happy with them." The child concluded. "I was really, really happy." She was quiet for a moment, then looked up with a smile. "But just being happy doesn't fix things, does it?"
"Come with us." Arafinwe invited. "We're not too different from each other."
The hatchling was at first reluctant to prance off with the strange trio, but eventually, she agreed. The siblings took her to Legion, where she quickly earned her place by virtue of the words "Take me in or I'll take you down!" She slowly regained some of the brightness she'd lost on the rainy day when her parents abandoned her. She learned how to play again and how to have fun. Gradually, she found a new home within Legion, and along with it, she found that the world she'd thought harsh and cruel could still be beautiful.
While not having a name was perfectly fine with the hatchling, it brought some unwanted problems, so she accepted the name Ainairos from the siblings when they took her in. Within the clan, she is known as a family member of Nolofinwe and his siblings. Though Nolofinwe was initially reluctant to adopt Ainairos as his "child", he agreed when he saw his younger brother playing with her, and has accepted her as part of the family since then.
Ainairos is very much doted on by Arafinwe and Lalwende. The latter would often pluck flowers from her own body to give to Ainairos, while the former would not only frisk about with her, but also teach her better the art of killing. With the love she's been given, Ainairos has become known as the cutest killer within Legion, and is second only to Lalwende in terms of efficiency during missions, despite her apparent age.
Unlike her foster family, Ainairos gets along well enough with her clanmates, though occasionally she does want to snap the necks of some of them. She especially adores Arafinwe and Nolofinwe, whom she considers her parents. She would do anything for them -- for the two dragons that loved her a hundred times better than the two that should've.
Ainairos's name is not as widespread as the three siblings', despite her fame within Legion. In fact, not many outsiders know her name at all. But in the darkness, upon their last hours at the doorstep of death, victims might recall seeing a small hatchling racing silently with the shadows, the markings upon her body like blood, and her adores eyes glinting with a deviousness that burned like the eyes of the devil itself.
Biography by MythicalViper. Resources by Mibella
By MythicSpirit
By MythicSpirit
Lair Name
It had started out as what had been promised as a peaceful, exciting trip for a family of three. The child was a bright, beautiful hatchling thrilled by everything around her. She saw beauty in everything, even in the harsh environment of the Scarred Wasteland. She was happy, and so were the parents who raised her.
But despite their love for their child, the parents were still descendants of survivors, and it was in their blood to eliminate the weak and leave behind those would would drag them down. Their love did not change this deeply embedded trait when their hatchling was infected with a deadly, queer disease that did no harm to her mentally or physically, but took away her ability of growth. The moment the parents heard of this strange disease, all love and pride they had invested in their child vanished like a flame in the wind. They had no use for a hatchling that would not grow; a hatchling that would forever be a burden to them.
And so she was abandoned.
The solitary drops fell from the sky, drenching the small hatchling's pelt. Her feathers ragged, she dragged herself after the large footprints in the mud before her, sobbing all the way, begging for her parents to come back. The two dragons ahead of her did not condescend to look back at her, no matter how loudly she wailed. They disappeared into the fog, and that was the last time she saw either of them.
And then there was silence.
The hatchling spent her first few days alone, first in fear and bewilderment, then with a cold anger that seeped into her very marrow. Why? Why had she been abandoned? Because of one incurable disease that had apparently crippled her for life? Were her parents' love so shallow that they would abandon her just because of what was brought onto her? She screamed to the sky, what love she had for her parents turning instantly to bitter hate. She vowed, then and there, that she would live. She would live, in spite of her parents' beliefs. She would live, because she wanted to.
One of the basic necessities of life is food, and it was food that the hatchling realised she hungered for a few days after she was deserted. She knew nothing about hunting nor foraging, so she turned to begging passing travellers and voyagers for food, thinking that surely someone would take pity on a poor hatchling like her.
It didn't take the hatchling long to realise the futility in pleading others. Not a single dragon yielded her a single bite of food nor a sip of water. The hatred that had sparked the child's determination to live grew, and she thought that if other dragons were not going to help her, then she was going to make them, in the straightest way possible. Because the world was cruel, and if she was going to survive in this world, then she was going to have to be cruel as well.
It started with the stealing. The hatchling took advantage of her small size and nimble fingers to filch the possessions of other dragons, from money to more sustainable, desired food. Eventually, her thievery was discovered by a large Imperial dragon, and in a furious struggle to keep her life and limbs intact, she pushed the larger dragon into a puddle of acid, effectively quelling her opponent. The Imperial dragon begged her for mercy, which only made the child giggle, remembering the begging she'd done. She slew the other dragon despite his pleas and took his rations for herself.
For any other dragon, killing another would've shocked them into submission. But this was not so for the hatchling. In fact, her antics simply escalated from her first kill. She began to learn how to fight and how to murder. She learned how to kill a dragon with a well-aimed flick of her claws, and how best to silently carry out an assassination. No longer did she have to rely on stealing. Killing was an option, too, and she was often more inclined to slay another dragon than go through the tiresome process of taking their belongings. More often times than not, she would simply straight-up take what she wanted from another dragon, and kill them if they have any complaints.
The abandoned hatchling lived in this way for a long time, until one day, while she was about to set off on her next expedition, she came across a beautiful female Imperial dragon luring away her target. The child was initially furious, but as she watched, she became more curious and impressed by the Imperial's guile and charm. She followed the two into a small cave, where she witness her first ambush, and saw the Imperial brothers that would later be known as Nolofinwe and Arafinwe.
It did not take the Imperial siblings long to figure out that they were under surveillance. Nolofinwe fished the tiny intruder out of her hide hole in no time and would've slain her, had the child herself, boldly and firmly, demanded that either she be put down, or she would put the much larger Imperial down in his place. Surprised and impressed, Arafinwe asked his elder brother to release the hatchling, upon which they heard her story.
"I was happy with them." The child concluded. "I was really, really happy." She was quiet for a moment, then looked up with a smile. "But just being happy doesn't fix things, does it?"
"Come with us." Arafinwe invited. "We're not too different from each other."
The hatchling was at first reluctant to prance off with the strange trio, but eventually, she agreed. The siblings took her to Legion, where she quickly earned her place by virtue of the words "Take me in or I'll take you down!" She slowly regained some of the brightness she'd lost on the rainy day when her parents abandoned her. She learned how to play again and how to have fun. Gradually, she found a new home within Legion, and along with it, she found that the world she'd thought harsh and cruel could still be beautiful.
While not having a name was perfectly fine with the hatchling, it brought some unwanted problems, so she accepted the name Ainairos from the siblings when they took her in. Within the clan, she is known as a family member of Nolofinwe and his siblings. Though Nolofinwe was initially reluctant to adopt Ainairos as his "child", he agreed when he saw his younger brother playing with her, and has accepted her as part of the family since then.
Ainairos is very much doted on by Arafinwe and Lalwende. The latter would often pluck flowers from her own body to give to Ainairos, while the former would not only frisk about with her, but also teach her better the art of killing. With the love she's been given, Ainairos has become known as the cutest killer within Legion, and is second only to Lalwende in terms of efficiency during missions, despite her apparent age.
Unlike her foster family, Ainairos gets along well enough with her clanmates, though occasionally she does want to snap the necks of some of them. She especially adores Arafinwe and Nolofinwe, whom she considers her parents. She would do anything for them -- for the two dragons that loved her a hundred times better than the two that should've.
Ainairos's name is not as widespread as the three siblings', despite her fame within Legion. In fact, not many outsiders know her name at all. But in the darkness, upon their last hours at the doorstep of death, victims might recall seeing a small hatchling racing silently with the shadows, the markings upon her body like blood, and her adores eyes glinting with a deviousness that burned like the eyes of the devil itself.
Biography by MythicalViper. Resources by Mibella
By MythicSpirit
By MythicSpirit
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