Jeremiah
(#31376184)
Level 1 Bogsneak
Familiar
Nightfall Imp
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Shadow.
Male Bogsneak
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
0.92 m
Wingspan
0.96 m
Weight
1.12 kg
Genetics
Shamrock
Skink
Skink
Seafoam
Spinner
Spinner
Mantis
Scales
Scales
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Bogsneak
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
6
INT
8
VIT
5
MND
8
Lineage
Biography
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Jeremiah Occupation: Tailor, Apothecary's apprentice Mate: Textile Enthusiast | Skillful | Detailed | Efficient | Diligent |
  
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Jeremiah is a young dragon with all the ambition of a drake twice his age. He was born to LuckyClover and Enchanted of the Lurking Shadows Clan as a Fae. It was often stated that he learned to sew before he could walk. While the other young males were busy scuffling and play fighting, Jeremiah was collecting bolts of cloth and bobbins of thread. His hands were steady and he wielded a needle like a knight wields a sword. But one day, he and some of the other young dragons in the clan were playing in the woods on the outskirts of the clan territory. A withered old Ridgeback hobbled down the road, a rickety wooden cart in tow. Some of the older fledglings approached her, feigning the authority of their clan elders. "What brings you to our lands, old one," one of the oldest hatchlings asked, willing his voice to drop an octave. "Bits of bone and tangled weeds. spells over coin upon which this one feeds," the hag lilted in a scratchy, sing-song tone. The eldest fledgling scoffed, puffing his chest with clout. "Begone, old one," he said. "The Clan of Lurking Shadows has no need of your fortunes and riddles." A crooked smile tugged at the corners of the Ridgeback's sharp maw. From beneath her ragged cloak, she raised a gnarled hand and pointed into the group of children. "They do not see what lies ahead, when Light has faded and Night is dead. Cringe and twist and writhe. One of you shall pay my tithe." The old beggar cackled as a chilling wind swept through the trees. The children screamed and ran, leaving the Ridgeback to her crazed and maniacal laughter. When the group returned to the safety of home, the older drakes made the younger swear not to make mention of the old hag to any of the adults. The little ones, including Jeremiah, complied mostly out of fear. He crept into his bed that night, huddling under his quilt and trying his best to put the haggard witch out of his mind. But he couldn't shake the tremble in his limbs or the knot in his stomach. He felt sick but chalked it up to being a fearful little Fae. The morning would bring a new day and he could forget this horrible evening. But morning came and Jeremiah didn't wake. Panic gripped his parents when his limbs appeared to be swollen. His wing membranes grew heavy like thick leather. Options being limited as they were, Jeremiah's parents enlisted the clan's only healer to help. But despite his best efforts, the boy did not wake. Days passed and Jeremiah's appearance began to change. He grew in size, more so than was natural for a young dragon. And besides that, his very bones seemed to alter their structure. He looked less like the Fae he was born as and more like...something the clan had not seen before. On of the more mysterious members of the clan commented that Jeremiah looked more Bogsneak than Fae. The elders became concerned, as there were no Bogsneaks in the territory that they knew of. The mutagen was still new and had not permeated the region yet. Some feared contamination of their water source caused the transformation while others grew suspicious of sabotage. When whispers of war began to circulate, the young fledglings that had met the Ridgeback witch on the road came forward. They had only kept their secret for fear that they'd get in trouble for venturing so close to the borderlands. But they told of the hag's riddles and incantations, the threat she recited as she pointed to the group. With mounting worry, the clan leaders sent out a search party to track down the witch. But none matching her description was to be found. On the fourth day Jeremiah finally woke, but as a different dragon. His transformation had completed and he now held the classification of Bogsneak. Even his lustrous genes had been altered. His once deft claws, perfect for fine needlework, were now large and clumsy. Truth be told, he didn't mind not being a Fae. What hurt the most was that he was hopeless at his craft. For weeks he wallowed, certain that all he'd ever be was a big, ungainly brute. The clan's military leader attempted to get Jeremiah to enlist, convinced that, with training, the Bogsneak would be a formidable soldier. But Jeremiah was not a fighter now anymore than he had been as a Fae. Determination struck then and rooted deep into the drake. He knew that he could never deny his passion for clothcraft. With a new resolve, he announced to his parents that he would travel to the Windswept Plateau. If dragons there could sew entire lairs out of kites and bright fabrics, someone there could surely teach him to handle a needle and thread with his new hands. Jeremiah left as soon as he came of age, setting out for the open plains of the Windsinger's realm. Upon arriving, finding a willing mentor was much harder than he expected, even with a note of recommendation from his clan's leaders. Faced with sleeping on the streets, he took a job as a seamster in a cramped shop near the inland coast. Work was grueling and crowded, as many other dragons were employed there as well. Rather than seeing his dream of apprenticing under a master, Jeremiah was forced to reteach himself how to wield his needles. His work was sloppy at first, but suitable enough for a low level shop worker. But despite this, he persisted. His hands grew steadier, his touch more delicate. He could differentiate the subtle texture contrasts between materials with minimal contact, honing his sense of touch. After a year, he earned enough coin to buy his own kit and set out on his own as an independent tailor. He traveled along the main roads, offering his mending and alteration services to anyone and everyone along the way. He'd been traveling with a small caravan when monsoon season hit. The group stumbled into the Wild Oats settlement during a torrential downpour. When they stopped at the Inn, Jeremiah couldn't help but fall in love with the atmosphere. The Innkeep, a Snapper dragonelle, welcomed them as if they'd been old friends. The hearty stew she placed in front of him filled his senses and he drank the broth eagerly. The storm hung over the land for days, but Jeremiah couldn't complain. During the down time, he offered to mend some of the clothes for the residents of the settlement. His work was something of a luxury to the townsfolk who had previously gotten by with rough patchwork and many of the farmers showered him with gifts of food and even opened their homes to him so he wouldn't have to stay at the Inn. Jeremiah had never felt so appreciated and useful. His work meant something to the folks in Wild Oats. When the storm eventually passed, Jeremiah requested permission to set up a tailor shop along the main road. The town council accepted without a second thought and now Jeremiah maintains a small establishment in the town's market and lives in the upstairs apartment. Situated along the main thoroughfare that passes through the settlement, he offers his services to travelers as well as the townsfolk. Some months later, Jeremiah was shocked to discover that his own native clan had established trading relations with the Wild Oats settlement. As soon as he heard, he sent a letter with one of the crop shipments informing the Lurking Shadows clan of his presence in Wild Oats. When the caravans arrive from the Tangled Wood to trade, Jeremiah eagerly meets his family on the road. His parents even join the group from time to time. When he isn't busy with work, Jeremiah has been taking lessons from the town's apothecary, hoping to contribute more to the town as her assistant. He has formed close friendships with most of the dragons in town, though he seems to be partial to Tobi and Pofka particularly. |
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