Marisol
(#32488301)
Level 1 Nocturne
Familiar
Jawlocker
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Lightning.
Female Nocturne
This dragon is benefiting from the effects of eternal youth.
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Personal Style
Hatchling dragons cannot wear apparel.
Scene
Measurements
Length
0.24 m
Wingspan
0.16 m
Weight
0.35 kg
Genetics
Orca
Speckle
Speckle
Lead
Safari
Safari
White
Lace
Lace
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Nocturne
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
6
INT
8
VIT
5
MND
8
Lineage
Biography
lorekeeper marisol
sighted near the hewn city before journeying to the Starfall Isles
sighted near the hewn city before journeying to the Starfall Isles
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 This young one is far from a dragon, despite what you might think. Rather, this little nocturne is a shade-born shapeshifter who has forgotten her own beginnings. While Marisol is unaware of her actual beginnings, she knows that she feeds on the life energies of other when she dreams, causing her to avoid sleep at all costs. Marisol is optimistic and friendly despite this, trying her hardest to befriend as many dragons as possible. She currently works as a lorekeeper, surrounded by her friends and lair-mates. However, certain shape-shifter hates her kindness, and she's unknowingly made herself a target... |
 
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The lair was quiet when she woke.
Fingers of shadow curled around Marisol, her eyes glowing blue in the dark--she stretched. Energy was buzzing in her veins. She'd taken a little more than she meant to while she was sleeping, she was sure. Her dreams had been particularly bad. The shapes of darkness had floated around her, wrapped their hands around her throat, pulled at her wings to reveal the ichor underneath. Perhaps these dreams were hints to Marisol's past, but she didn't dare think on them too long. She thought that if she did, something would slip from them. Her form would bulge and she would shift into something else, something horrifying, and all the clan would know what she was.
Life stealer. Entire clans had fallen to her dreams, unmoving when Marisol tried to wake them. They weren't dead, exactly. It was just that the thing that made them alive was gone. Their flanks moved with shallow, slow breaths. In time they would starve and their bones would lay across the ground and Marisol would be alone. She had stayed with those clans until they had well and truly died, and then, sickly, starving, she moved onto the next. Each lair was more than willing to take in a young, crying Nocturne, after all.
She didn't want to hurt people. If she could, she would stay away from dragons or beasts or animals altogether--but she had to eat. Marisol couldn't survive by herself. Every clan, she told herself there would be more control. Her dreams wouldn't snare her this time. She would not hurt anyone.
When the morning was so quiet, Marisol feared the worst. Her crests flared, her heart beating hard in her makeshift chest, and her panic was real, even if her body wasn't. She scrambled to her feet and touched the dragon nearest to her, feeling their breath, and she shook them.
A sleepy "Mrrr?" answered her, and Marisol drooped to the ground with relief. Once she stopped bothering them, the other dragon fell back into a peaceful rest. Marisol considered doing the same, but she knew she would only dream again; instead, she slipped out of the den to lay down in the star light. Sunlight was somewhat painful to her, but stars were always kind. She laid like this until that shining sun rose, and then she slipped into the shadows and greeted every dragon that walked past with a soft hello. They were okay. Everyone was okay.
intro lore by: Limesparrow
Fingers of shadow curled around Marisol, her eyes glowing blue in the dark--she stretched. Energy was buzzing in her veins. She'd taken a little more than she meant to while she was sleeping, she was sure. Her dreams had been particularly bad. The shapes of darkness had floated around her, wrapped their hands around her throat, pulled at her wings to reveal the ichor underneath. Perhaps these dreams were hints to Marisol's past, but she didn't dare think on them too long. She thought that if she did, something would slip from them. Her form would bulge and she would shift into something else, something horrifying, and all the clan would know what she was.
Life stealer. Entire clans had fallen to her dreams, unmoving when Marisol tried to wake them. They weren't dead, exactly. It was just that the thing that made them alive was gone. Their flanks moved with shallow, slow breaths. In time they would starve and their bones would lay across the ground and Marisol would be alone. She had stayed with those clans until they had well and truly died, and then, sickly, starving, she moved onto the next. Each lair was more than willing to take in a young, crying Nocturne, after all.
She didn't want to hurt people. If she could, she would stay away from dragons or beasts or animals altogether--but she had to eat. Marisol couldn't survive by herself. Every clan, she told herself there would be more control. Her dreams wouldn't snare her this time. She would not hurt anyone.
When the morning was so quiet, Marisol feared the worst. Her crests flared, her heart beating hard in her makeshift chest, and her panic was real, even if her body wasn't. She scrambled to her feet and touched the dragon nearest to her, feeling their breath, and she shook them.
A sleepy "Mrrr?" answered her, and Marisol drooped to the ground with relief. Once she stopped bothering them, the other dragon fell back into a peaceful rest. Marisol considered doing the same, but she knew she would only dream again; instead, she slipped out of the den to lay down in the star light. Sunlight was somewhat painful to her, but stars were always kind. She laid like this until that shining sun rose, and then she slipped into the shadows and greeted every dragon that walked past with a soft hello. They were okay. Everyone was okay.
intro lore by: Limesparrow
Winterrox66 wrote:
- Despite her lorekeeping tendencies, she despises writing, as the tiny hands in her current form make it difficult to grip her writing utensil
- Could never get flying down; glides for a few seconds before unceremoniously plopping back to the earth
- Is, like, obsessed with sugar? To an unhealthy level. Specifically frosting. Bakers beware
- Though she has a dislike for writing, she's somehow discovered a love for art and doodling. The "drawings" are usually indistinguishable, but whatever makes her happy, I suppose
- Could never get flying down; glides for a few seconds before unceremoniously plopping back to the earth
- Is, like, obsessed with sugar? To an unhealthy level. Specifically frosting. Bakers beware
- Though she has a dislike for writing, she's somehow discovered a love for art and doodling. The "drawings" are usually indistinguishable, but whatever makes her happy, I suppose
Art by: the lovely spiteweaver
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