Basava
(#31206568)
Level 1 Imperial
Familiar
Peacock Firebird
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Male Imperial
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
25.58 m
Wingspan
18.87 m
Weight
7987.22 kg
Genetics
Radioactive
Petals
Petals
Orchid
Butterfly
Butterfly
Cyan
Opal
Opal
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
A jaunting huff,
A whipping tail,
Loudly bluff,
And sights set sail.
A clatter of a coin,
Conceited jab burped here,
A game of cards to join,
And a hefty swing of beer.
A whipping tail,
Loudly bluff,
And sights set sail.
A clatter of a coin,
Conceited jab burped here,
A game of cards to join,
And a hefty swing of beer.
Basava loves making dragons laugh, and will do so however he can. Having the subtlety of an avalanche, he is reliably boisterous no matter what he happens to be doing. It his firm belief that anything worth doing should be done as loudly and vigorously as possible. He has the soul for theatre, his deliveries being quite animated. He never runs out of jokes, telling stories and sharing puns until those around him drop to the floor, crying with laughter. Basava’s face seems to have a perpetual grin plastered over it, his quick wit always coming up with hysterical new jokes to share.
Basava does hold a handful of vices, as he has a strong affiliation for drinking and gambling. He has a strong resilience to liquor, with the ability to out-drink any dragon who makes the mistake of challenging him. His strong affinity for fine liquors mean that he is frequently intoxication. However, this never presents too big of a problem. In fact, he is even more jovial and energetic when intoxicated, if such a thing is possible. He is known for his habit clambering up on tables and telling wild, nonsensical stories until his impromptu audience roars with laughter.
However, he is considerably worse at gambling. While he does have a spectacular ability to hide any emotion under the constant smile, his inherent impulsiveness makes him an atrocious gambler. He will bet too much on a weak hand, taking a risk that often yields nothing but failure. It is all in good fun, however. Being penniless doesn’t bother him in the slightest, as he treasures the happiness of his friends above all else.
by SkyLark
Quote:
“Hey, I bet you 100 gold that I can drink that entire keg of cider in under a minute.” Basava came up behind the coatl, nudging his friend in the ribs. They turned to the ridgeback, raising an eyebrow.
“You know, Basava, you have a problem.” They spun slowly to face the ridgeback, prompting him to look at them quizzically.
“What problem would that be, eh?” Basava sidled up to them with a grin, downing a proffered glass without batting an eye.
The coatl crinkled their nose. “A gambling problem!”
“I do not!” Basava clutched his chest with mock indignation. “I bet you I can go a whole day without gambling!”
“You just proved my point . . . ?” The coatl pointed out, but Basava would not be deterred. “Okay, okay. One k gold says you can’t last until sundown without making a bet.”
“You’ve got it!” Basava smiled, showing all of his pointed teeth before flouncing away with an exaggerated swish of his tail.
The coatl smirked. “This should be interesting,” they remarked, following Basava with amusement.
All was well for a whole forty-five minutes, until they came across a group of spiral hatchlings that were taking turns tossing stones through one another’s coils.
Basava’s eyes glittered as he bounced forward, picking up a stone with his forepaw and tossing it up to catch it a few times.
“Hey, I bet--!” And here Basava made an odd sort of noise that vaguely backwards, inhaling yelp, reeling in the words before he could finish them. “--Ter go -- polish -- mine-my --f-feet.” With an dramatic flair of his wings, he stalked off, his eyes glued to the earth.
Basava was pretty quiet for the rest of the day, not having more than a few words to say to any dragon. Even the coatl was bored by the time the sun was setting. They had barely done anything all day. Basava’s friend sighed.
“I suppose I do have to admit it,” They focused on picking a few flecks of dust out from under their claws. “You can go without gambling.”
“I guess. It’s not that hard.” Basava said, scuffing his toes in the dirt. “I bet I could keep this up for a whole ‘nother day if I really wanted to.” He mumbled glumly.
Suddenly a look crossed his companion’s face. It was a sly grin that stretched all the way across their muzzle, causing Basava to glance at them curiously. “What?”
“You bet . . . what exactly?” The coatl grinned elatedly, and Basava clapped a forepaw to his eyes. The coatl chucked as they collected the payment that was due to them.
“Okay, fine, I have a thing for gambling!” Basava admitted jovially. “What’s it to ya?” His eyes suddenly flicked to the edge of the clan territory, and his face lit up like he had just drunk an entire glass of spiced cider. The coatl was grinning too, more than happy that their friend was back to normal. “Hey, betcha 20 gold I can beat you to the fence!” Not even waiting for a response, Basava was dashing off, the significantly lighter pouch of gold jingling at his waist.
“I didn’t even take that bet!” The coatl yelled after him, rolling their eyes good-naturedly before galloping in pursuit. They had to admit that, problem or no, this Basava was the best one.]
“You know, Basava, you have a problem.” They spun slowly to face the ridgeback, prompting him to look at them quizzically.
“What problem would that be, eh?” Basava sidled up to them with a grin, downing a proffered glass without batting an eye.
The coatl crinkled their nose. “A gambling problem!”
“I do not!” Basava clutched his chest with mock indignation. “I bet you I can go a whole day without gambling!”
“You just proved my point . . . ?” The coatl pointed out, but Basava would not be deterred. “Okay, okay. One k gold says you can’t last until sundown without making a bet.”
“You’ve got it!” Basava smiled, showing all of his pointed teeth before flouncing away with an exaggerated swish of his tail.
The coatl smirked. “This should be interesting,” they remarked, following Basava with amusement.
All was well for a whole forty-five minutes, until they came across a group of spiral hatchlings that were taking turns tossing stones through one another’s coils.
Basava’s eyes glittered as he bounced forward, picking up a stone with his forepaw and tossing it up to catch it a few times.
“Hey, I bet--!” And here Basava made an odd sort of noise that vaguely backwards, inhaling yelp, reeling in the words before he could finish them. “--Ter go -- polish -- mine-my --f-feet.” With an dramatic flair of his wings, he stalked off, his eyes glued to the earth.
Basava was pretty quiet for the rest of the day, not having more than a few words to say to any dragon. Even the coatl was bored by the time the sun was setting. They had barely done anything all day. Basava’s friend sighed.
“I suppose I do have to admit it,” They focused on picking a few flecks of dust out from under their claws. “You can go without gambling.”
“I guess. It’s not that hard.” Basava said, scuffing his toes in the dirt. “I bet I could keep this up for a whole ‘nother day if I really wanted to.” He mumbled glumly.
Suddenly a look crossed his companion’s face. It was a sly grin that stretched all the way across their muzzle, causing Basava to glance at them curiously. “What?”
“You bet . . . what exactly?” The coatl grinned elatedly, and Basava clapped a forepaw to his eyes. The coatl chucked as they collected the payment that was due to them.
“Okay, fine, I have a thing for gambling!” Basava admitted jovially. “What’s it to ya?” His eyes suddenly flicked to the edge of the clan territory, and his face lit up like he had just drunk an entire glass of spiced cider. The coatl was grinning too, more than happy that their friend was back to normal. “Hey, betcha 20 gold I can beat you to the fence!” Not even waiting for a response, Basava was dashing off, the significantly lighter pouch of gold jingling at his waist.
“I didn’t even take that bet!” The coatl yelled after him, rolling their eyes good-naturedly before galloping in pursuit. They had to admit that, problem or no, this Basava was the best one.]
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