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Fell

(#31648705)

Level 1 Imperial

Familiar

Abyss Striker

Energy: 0/50

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Measurements

Length

26.42 m

Wingspan

16.34 m

Weight

7423.69 kg

Genetics

Midnight
Cherub

Midnight
Butterfly

Midnight
Glimmer

Hatchday

Mar 19, 2017
(7 years)

Breed

Adult
Imperial

Eye Type

Shadow
Common

Level 1 Imperial

EXP: 0 / 245

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Biography

THE INVISIBLE

FELL

Assassin // Warrior

Sex: Female; she/her
Age: 1364
Mate: Dagnirion
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Rank: Assassin // Warrior

Likes:: Silence, Working Alone or With Others, Forests, Rodents, Missions, Exploring and Friends
Dislikes: Loudness, Recklessness, Destructive Water Dragons and Rage
Hobbies: Walking Through The Woods, Patrolling, Organizing, Hunting, and Seeking Different Strategies

PERSONAL

Mate

Companion

Crown

Dress

Knick Knack

Necessity

Allegiance

Early History

"You're a sculpture with a pulse...."

Fell was born in the deepest, darkest parts of the Shadow Region. Just an egg cast out or forgotten by her kin, Fell lived a life a solitude mostly. She taught herself how to hunt, forage, scavenge, and find sleeping quarters, with some failure of course. For the majority of her early, young life, she was hidden away in the brambles and thorns of the darkness. At the time, she was small enough to be covered by the thick foliage and undergrowth of the woods.. As she grew older, and subsequently larger, size was no longer in her favor. Instead, she used her dark scales and hues to hide within the woodland. She became good at creeping around, invisible to the world around her. When other dragons were around, as they usually were, she never engaged them. Generally, she was careful enough to go around territories and owned land. If a stray dragon did appear, she was good enough at sneaking to get away without being notice. She had always been good at that...

It didn't strike her until later in life, when she was almost 800 years old, to start exploring and traveling. She had been a creeper and sneaker all her life; Why couldn't she do so and actually see interesting areas and different dragons? So, she did. She left the Shadow Region and headed first into the Earth Region due to proximity. She was fascinated by the varying array of clay, stones, and temples. The endless plains and sharp mountains were mesmerizing, as well as the wildlife that inhabited it. After spending some decades there, she went to the Plague Region. Though interesting when she traveled there, the land was full of pestilence and death; she lost interest quickly enough. There just wasn't much to find but bones and sickness. She left only after a few years. The Arcane region she enjoyed. Fell ended up staying for almost a century; the scenery was beautiful and inspiring, The many dragons she met were dreamers and creative artists. Though she didn't speak with many, she liked their ideas and way of life. But, eventually, she left for the Wind region, where she learned what real silence was like. Although the winds carried great songs and sound, the quiet air was like none other. She stayed there for a decade before eventually exploring other lands.

The Water Region was the next realm she visited. Her travels there turned out to be the turning point in her life. Fell had always been a peaceful, kind dragon, seeking nothing but to skirt around the lives of others and not causing any problems. But in the Water Region, she was ambushed and almost killed by a clan. She didn't know who they were; apparently, they wanted her dead. Bleeding out and injured, Fell fled to the Shadow Region. The Water Dragons gave chase, hellbent on getting their prey. Scared for her life and becoming delirious, Fell didn't see where she was running and ended up right in the middle of the Shattered Shadows turf. With a Shattered Shadows patrol just around the corner and the Water Dragons hot on her tail, she kept going until darkness overtook her. Her memory is sketchy after that point. The last thing she remembers is angry screeching and the smell of smoke. She woke up with strange, kind faces around her, inquiring on her injuries and where she was from. The Shamans of the Shattered Shadows helped her with her wounds, fed her, and kept her company in her first few days. Eventually, Cedeara came to her, the Commander in Chief, telling her that she could stay until her wounds were healed. Well, Fell was in no position to say no...

Slowed by her wounds and still weakened from her injuries, Fell stayed for several weeks, watching carefully from the Shaman's den. She watched the Shattered Shadow's interactions and way of life; the routines they had; the games they played and the jokes they told; how they protected and defended each other; how they were one giant family. Fell had always been a flighty dragon, but she has never felt the urge to stay like she did feel watching them. In her time rehabilitating, she also had a visitor: a plague dragon by the name of Dagnirion. At first, he was the dragon who would bring her food and nothing else; but, after awhile, they had started talking to each other, getting to know each other. When her rehabilitation was up, she considered him a friend. But now she had to make a choice: Cedeara had come to her, content with her persona, and asked if Fell wanted to stay and be apart of the clan. After falling hard for their way of life, of course Fell said yes.

Clan Life: Warrior

"If you're so smart, tell me, why are you still so afraid?"

When it came time to pick her role in the clan, Fell knew what she wanted: she never wanted to feel as powerless and as weak as she did when against the band of Water Dragons; additionally, she wanted to stay with her stealthy roots. In the end, she wanted to be a warrior, to defend herself and those she cared for. But, since she excelled at working alone and becoming a creature of the night, she was also titled an Assassin: able to work alone, invisible, taking out subjects as necessary. She could be both the single assassin who worked in the night and a warrior who worked in a group. They were good roles, she thought, but her life was made better when she started spending more time with Dagnirion. After a while, she found it ironic, hilarious even, that a plague dragon, and one who wasn't so nice in temperament and appearance, whose realm was boring and disturbing, would capture her heart. Life sure can be funny sometimes. It made it hilarious when he asked her to be his mate. Amused with herself and in love with him and her clan, she said yes and couldn't be happier.

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