Rigil
(#32065895)
Level 1 Skydancer
Familiar
Strangler
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Wind.
Male Skydancer
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.23 m
Wingspan
3.56 m
Weight
762.93 kg
Genetics
White
Iridescent
Iridescent
Mint
Shimmer
Shimmer
Ice
Underbelly
Underbelly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Skydancer
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
4
AGI
5
DEF
4
QCK
9
INT
9
VIT
4
MND
9
Biography
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RIGIL
WRITER 
He/Him | Pansexual
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From the moment Rigil was born, he knew his parents were disappointed in him. They were trying to produce the perfect little exaltees; dragons who would go to serve the deities without complaint, or else, if they had the perfect coloring, stay as the Windsinger’s voice on Sornieth for decades to come. Rigil didn’t have the perfect colors, and neither did he want to spend his life in the service of a deity.
Actually, he might have gone along with his parents’ plan if it wasn’t for books. The first book he read was something dumb about the deities’ interactions with Sornieth, but it seemed the most interesting thing ever to Rigil. He began searching out and consuming books of all kinds, not caring who they were written by or what sort of books they were, just driven by an aching need to know more. And the more he knew, the more Rigil realized he could never happily spend his days serving any deity. So on the day he was to be exalted, Rigil packed all his books into a small bag and fled. He wandered into the Starwood Strand, armed only with a small map he’d found in one of his books, confident that any pursuit would get lost. He was right. He never saw his parents again. However, he underestimated how confusing the Strand could be. When the sun rose, he realized his map was getting him nowhere, and he himself was well and truly lost. This is the part where most dragons say “well, ****,” give up, and die. But Rigil hadn’t come this far just to give up. He pressed on, wandering aimlessly through the Strand, sure that if he just kept going straight, he’d find some way out. He walked until his feet bled and he left bloody tracks on the glittering floor, until his claws were ripped and torn from clambering over rocks, until he wavered with exhaustion. He didn’t dare sleep. He’d read enough stories of the Starwood Strand to know never to sleep in such a dangerous place. There’s only so long any dragon can go without sleep or food, though, and in the end, Rigil collapsed. His sight wavered and his limbs shook. With his last strength, he reached into his bag and pulled out a book, resigning himself to his fate and declaring to himself that he’d go out doing what he loved most - reading. In the margins of the book, in a blood-covered claw, he wrote his final wish - that someone would come and find him. He passed out. When Rigil awoke, he was in an unfamiliar bed, in an underground room made of bone. A small Skydancer with warm colors stared at him. He’d been found, he learned, by a Plague dragon who’d taken pity on him and dragged him back to her clan. This healer, Lacaille, had nursed him back to health. Rigil remembered the wish he’d written in blood in the margins of his book. Had some of the Starwood Strand’s magic, perhaps, mingled with his own to flip luck in his favor…? He tried discussing this with his new clanmates. The overwhelming response he got was disinterested. He stopped trying to discuss this with his new clanmates. It wasn’t like he had anywhere else to go, however, and some small part of him still fears that his parents will find him one day and send him to serve the Arcanist. So he stays in the underground dens of bone, spending most of his days with red ink and quill, writing down the clan’s history and whatever stories come to his mind. Someday, he dreams of having a huge library of information and stories to rival the Lightweaver and Arcanist’s own compendiums. Today, however, is not that day, and it seems very far off. So Rigil contents himself with his strange red ink, the fully-developed worlds of his imagination, and when he needs inspiration, the overheard conversations of his clanmates. |
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