GreyTail
(#30779399)
The meek cowardly mage scholar
Familiar
Greybeak Reaper
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Arcane.
Male Fae
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
0.82 m
Wingspan
1.06 m
Weight
0.94 kg
Genetics
Slate
Skink
Skink
Banana
Stripes
Stripes
Steel
Ringlets
Ringlets
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 19 Fae
EXP: 73140 / 104563
STR
5
AGI
13
DEF
5
QCK
80
INT
77
VIT
5
MND
5
Lineage
Biography
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STATS STRENGHT ◆◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇ INTELLIGENCE ◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◇ DEXTERITY ◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◇ CONSTITUTION ◆◆◆◇◇◇◇◇◇◇ WISDOM ◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◇◇ CHARISMA ◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◇◇ |
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╰───────────╯ ╭─────────────╮ ALIGNMENT Lawful good ╰─────────────╯ ╭─────────────╮ MEMBER OF Seeking minds ╰─────────────╯ ╭─────────────╮ FAMILIAR 
Eldur [ Ele ] ╰─────────────╯ ╭─────────────╮ PERSONALITY Meek|| Kind||Studious|| Bit naive||Skittish||Friendly ╰─────────────╯ ╭─────────────╮ ZODIACS Sun pisces Moon Libra Venus Sagittarius Ascendant Aquarius ╰─────────────╯ ╭─────────────╮ Age: 456,000 years Species: Arcanid seraph Other forms: Centaur ╰─────────────╯ ╭─────────────╮ Likes: -Exploring Sornienth; -Gathering information; -Spending time with his mate & friends; -Babysitting; -Reading books (Romance & Crime are favorite) Dislikes: -The Coliseum and prefers to talk through than to fight; -Blood shed; -Ignorance; -The war on Beastkind; -Pointless yelling matches (arguing) -Violence ╰─────────────╯ 
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 ABOUT THE CHARACTER
This unusually large Fae, tall as a fully grown "human", has terrible memory but a big heart. Loves hatchlings and fledgelings,kids, babies and taking care of them with his mate. That one really mellow & cool granpa who always spoils the kids and reads them stories before bedtime then kisses them on the top of their head, wishing them sweet dreams.
He makes routine stops by the nursery caverns to say hello to everyone and maybe even take over if the attendants need a break.
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HISTORY ───────────────────────────────── Greytail doesn't remember much of his childhood or when he left his egg and the events after that...But, from what fuzzy memories of phantom chills left by the icy teeth of winter and vivid dreams of hopping through a dead forest he has, the chief can safely guess it has to do with his past. Old, dull memories-- dripping with a sense of grief that the Fae cannot quite explain why, despite his knowledge of the cosmos the Arcane god granted upon him. He has tried to remember, numerous times-- wracking his brain for the tiniest scrap of more clear details of his origins. But all efforts only yield frustration and confusion. The dreams being mocking visions, dangling questions in front of his eyes. Still, at the very least the old man recalls how he met his beloved, formed a clan and a family with her. His biggest dreams. Alas, Grey also happens to remember his death. The one thing he is trying to erase from his mind or lock away. It was agonising-- to feel teeth sink deep into his flesh and hearing his ribs crack, followed by his spine and arms, while dangling from a cliff with his neck pierced by those wretched gnarled teeth squeezing ever so tightly. Until it snapped. He was tossed off from the edge, in a ditch where his family was scattered in ghastly condition. He remembers him drifting and rising, spiraling away from the mangled corpse to float higher into the heavens above. The gentle cosmic lullaby and energetic pull guiding him to the Father Arcanist for judgement. Then there was light. Opening his eyes, the scholar had found himself on a battlefield alongside his mate. Blood, spilled wherever the eye turns, blood--soaking the land. Corpses litter, scattered carelessly. Screams of fury, screams of fear-- wailing of sorrow. Why? Why was he sent here? Was it punishment for his mistakes? Or.....was it mockery? A severed head flew, bouncing and rolling, staining the soil with fresh blood as it does with dull heavy "thumps". Rolling..rolling, stops at his feet. Mouth agape in a horrid shriek, eyes rolled back and dead. The scholar recoiled in horror, stumbled back with both hands covering his mouth to muffle, stiffle, any screams of his own at the sight. Is this why the Arcanist sent him here? Is this the highest honor for a dragon? Killing in an endless loop until death comes? No..No. It- surely it can't be. Right? Something came over him, took over his will-- a force so deep, ancient and powerful...It chilled him to his bones and core. Raw arcane magic crackled through his veins-- thrumming, humming, like the distant rumbling growls of a rolling thunder. It marched him forward into hell, urged him to kill any being that moves. Since that ceaseless madness, Greytail is greateful for the chance he got to flee the Dominance. Leave the unspeakable terrors behind as fast as possible. If they remained a second longer, the scholar was sure he would have gone insane. Now he spends his days in peace, doing his best to bury the nightmares deep. To keep bussy, Greytail goes out and helps any who need an extra pair of hands or eyes, attending clan meetings and spending more time amidst clanmates. It is how he came across Verian, after the Showdown-- watching the serthis spin up, and up, wrapped in silk curtains then letting himself fall and dangle upside-down. Slowly, he would rise again a little, sit up in a swing made from the silks hanging from the ceiling of the open air theather. And swing in a slow circle...The Fae haven't noticed when he had hopped over and sat on one of the stone benches, enraptured by the performance. The boy turned out to be a witty, humorous fellow who used to be a circus performer once-- an aeral silks dancer. His stories were intriguing, with how he talks smoothly, animatedly. He would make wild gestures and comically exaggerated grimaces that border on cartoonish to best illustrate the story of thrilling adventures. It was like watching him exchange a mask for another seamlessly. By the end both end up laughing. After that, the chief would go to the pantheon to attend his duties, a good start of the day. Auna, his bodyguard, would join his side soon after and follow until he has to go home. ───────────────────────────────── RELATIONS PYRAMID
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