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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
24.69 m
Wingspan
21.83 m
Weight
8062.76 kg
Genetics
Blood
Tiger
Tiger
Sanguine
Shimmer
Shimmer
Maroon
Crackle
Crackle
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
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MALHEUR CARTOGRAPHER • CHAOTIC EVIL SHADE TOUCHED STATS Strength ▶︎▶︎▶︎▶︎▶︎▶︎▶︎▶︎▶︎▷ Intellect ▶︎▶︎▶︎▶︎▶︎▶︎▷▷▷▷ Charisma ▶︎▷▷▷▷▷▷▷▷▷ Magic ▶︎▶︎▶︎▷▷▷▷▷▷▷ Sanity ▶︎▷▷▷▷▷▷▷▷▷ Possession Level ▶︎▶︎▶︎▶︎▶︎▶︎▶︎▶︎▶︎▶︎ RELATIONSHIPS    
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Personality Malheur isn’t all there anymore, if he ever truly was. No one knows his past or where he came from but he sticks to Jack’s side as much as possible, only laughing madly in his companion’s presence instead of the violent rages that overtake when the Ridgeback disappears suddenly on one of his wanderings. He’s sarcastic and sharp, willing to tear others apart and revel in the horror, feeding the bladed limbs that crawl from his chest. He doesn’t know how to love, he supposes he never truly did, but what he feels for Jack is all-consuming and burning bright. He wants to crack open the other dragon’s chest and crawl inside his ribs, curling up around his heart forever. Jack is his and he’s never going to let go. Biography There had always been a madness in Malheur’s family, in his blood. Everyone was touched with it, tainted and consumed, all except for the little imperial. He wanted to be anything except for what his family was, he wanted to walk the world without others flinching back from him and if that meant working twice as hard as any other to compensate for his looks, he would do it. And he did, for a time. Eventually he found a place, a small clan, where he was accepted and so he made his home there. Among his new people, was a lovely female imperial. She was beautiful and sweet and Malheur was smitten before he even knew what happened and he missed the distance the rest of the clan kept around this dragon. He realised she was prone to fits of madness, rage all-consuming and would leave a path of destruction in her wake. Time and again she would lash out, and time and again Malheur would forgive her, because they were in love. Eventually, through fortune or misfortune, they laid a nest together and it was the beginning of the end. His mate grew more wild and paranoid and many a time, he bore wounds from her fits but he carried on, hoping that their children would calm his mate as he ignored the growing resentment of his love for their unborn. Malheur himself felt the darkness within growing, but he fought it, he was so close to a happy life, a normal life and he could be strong for it. His work in cartography took him away for most of the day, and he often returned tired and slept as soon as he could. This day, he stopped by the nesting grounds on a whim, wishing to spend a quiet moment to himself. There, he came across a scene of horror. There was his mate, covered in scuffs and dirt and scattered at her feet was the remains of their nest. Little pieces of eggshell clung to her claws, patches of ground dark with patches of fluid. A rage he had never known came over Malheur then, his vision went red as he let out a tormented roar and launched himself at his murderous mate. They collided with a thunderous crash, scratching and clawing at each other as blood flew. Under their feet, other nests were crushed and with each little smash, his heart broke and his madness grew. The mix of blood in the air, the hate, grief and rage awakened something in the red male and as his mate pinned him, he began to laugh. He laughed and laughed and never stopped even as his breathe grew short and his cackles took on a sinister edge. He fell to his madness, the one that had always been there in his blood, for he knew now that there was never any escape. They were all mad. From his chest unfurled jagged bramble tentacles, the touch of corrupting shade finally freed as sanity left and Malheur fell. At that point, he blacked out. An unknown amount of time later, he came to again, blood painting his claws and meat in his teeth. His mate was nowhere to be seen and neither was the rest of his clan. The ground beneath his feet was squishy and the air heavy and sickly sweet with the smell of decay. He was in the plaguelands. Voices whispered at the edges of his mind, there and gone again like fog. He giggled to himself, collapsing to the ground as he trembled. He laid there for most of the day, laughing and wheezing until he heard the faint sound of a flute. It carried on the wind, rising and falling until quiet footsteps walked up to his mighty head and he opened an eye to stare at the new comer with a growl, wild eyed and spittle drooling from his open mouth. A large dragon stared back at him from a few feet away, head cocked in curiosity. “Hello there pretty. I was wondering what was chasing off all the beasts around here.” The strange male said, the glow of his shoulder lamp shining across the cobwebs woven across his wings, catching on the distinct ridges along his spine. “Monsters run from bigger teeth…” Malheur cackled. To his surprise the stranger laughed, and for a moment the imperial felt the rage return as he surged to his feet, but as he loomed over the other male he saw a flicker of his eyes and stopped in his tracks. Glittering green embers behind a bone mask in the shade of a cloak, sparkling in a way he knew all too well now. There was madness there and Malheur wanted to swallow it whole. “Takes one to know one, I suppose…” The imperial drawled and the Ridgeback laughed again, softly like it wasn't really there at all. “Oh, I know a place you’ll fit right in.” |
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