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Valen

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Level 1 Spiral

Familiar

Brilliant Gryphlet

Energy: 0/50

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Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

4.25 m

Wingspan

1.85 m

Weight

60.58 kg

Genetics

Seafoam
Iridescent

Ivory
Shimmer

Flaxen
Underbelly

Hatchday

May 23, 2017
(7 years)

Breed

Adult
Spiral

Eye Type

Water
Common

Level 1 Spiral

EXP: 0 / 245

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Lineage

Parents

Byron
Sutera

Offspring

Biography

V A L E N

Arborist • Harvester • Alchemist

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LIKES:

▸ Dry, sheltered places: It's hard not to when you're made of stone.

▸ Alchemy: There's nothing more gratifying than turning a bundle of weeds into a lifesaving potion.

▸ Spiders: Cute, and her only company for a long time.

B E F O R E

The torchlit cavern started to swim as the spiral's vision blurred. Deep, eerie chanting twisted through the air, each syllable dragging her further into darkness. She could feel her serpentine body growing heavier as their tainted words filled her ears. Soon she couldn't even lift her head.

She had almost accepted her fate when one of the voices fell silent, and a large, ominous shadow shuffled into view. Its face was hidden by a faded black cowl, but that didn't matter - she'd recognize that crooked gait anywhere. The figure drew closer until it loomed over her, blotting out the torchlight entirely. Something sharp gleamed in its hand. "For what it's worth, Valen," its quiet voice rasped, "I'm sorry."

Yeah, right, Valen thought, using her last bit of strength to shoot the figure a withering glare. It sighed and, after a moment's hesitation, positioned its dagger above her heart. Its friends' chanting rose to a fervor. Over its shoulder, Valen could still make out the glittering sapphire eyes of the statue she'd risked her life to build. She'd always hated irony.

Blinding pain consumed her as the dagger swept down in a sudden, gleaming arc. Her eyes snapped from the statue to the gaping crimson gash on her chest. Warm blood spewed forth from it, spilling down her side and onto the rough stone altar. At last the shadowy figure removed their hood, gazing down at her with sorrowful green eyes. She could almost make out the rest of their face, but it was too hard to focus with the whole world spinning. The stone beneath her lurched and fell away, and the world faded to black...

MATE

FAMILIAR

DISLIKES:

▸ Pranks: They're so annoying.

▸ Dandelions: They're dumb weeds and people need to stop blowing their seeds everywhere.

▸ Cloaks: When was anyone wearing a cloak ever up to anything good?

_BIOGRAPHY_

____All that remains of Valen's past life is that single fuzzy memory. She's spent years pondering it, parsing it for clues as to who she once was, but she may as well be trying to count grains of sand. It's been decades since she awoke in this cold stone body and she's still as confused as ever. Who was she, what was she, and why was she killed? She's begun to accept that she may never know.

____To take her mind off things (and to help fight the monotony that comes with being an immortal statue), Valen decided to take up gardening. It wasn't hard, especially since the forest she had awoken in was already teeming with flora. After a few short decades, she'd pieced together a beautiful but quaint little nursery. She was just adding the finishing touches when a large, shrieking bundle of scales hurtled from the sky, smashed through the roof, and killed most of the plants inside.

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_BIOGRAPHY_

____The screaming torpedo turned out to be a pearlcatcher named Elessar. He apologized profusely and explained that he'd been blasted out of the sky by a troop of Exalted, though he refused to say why. Valen didn't trust him, obviously, but she grudgingly agreed to let him stay with her while he recovered from his fall. As time wore on, her distaste towards the pearlcatcher faded to indifference, and indifference was slowly replaced by love.

____The two lived together in the forest for a long time, but Elessar's ambitions finally drove him to seek a bigger clan, one that could help him achieve his goal. Valen was opposed to the move at first, but after months of begging from her husband, she finally caved. The pair loaded their meager possessions into their cart and set off for the Zephyr Coven. The locals weren't quite sure what to make of the stone spiral at first, but they welcomed her regardless, and before she knew it she'd become one of them.

____After receiving a plot of land from the Queen, Valen returned to gardening, this time to grow food for her clanmates. In her spare time she mixes miscellaneous plants brought to her by other Coven members to make useful poultices and potions, most of which she sells to Lona. She's become nearly indispensable, a fact that she never hesitates to lord over the Council when she needs something.

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