Darcorn
(#34479705)
Level 1 Imperial
Familiar
Frozen Goblin
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Shadow.
Male Imperial
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
23.64 m
Wingspan
24.76 m
Weight
8234.28 kg
Genetics
Gloom
Bar
Bar
Cornflower
Rosette
Rosette
Platinum
Okapi
Okapi
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
Darcorn
Born in the shadow realm, he has no memory of who his parents may be, all he can remember was being picked up by some shady dragons on the way to the Southern Icefield; he lived with them up until he was almost a teen, when he actually managed to escape.
Darcorn wasn't born with his frigid white coat, he earned it, together with ice powers, after almost getting himself killed by cold near the Fortress of Ends.
He was, dragging himself in the snow, his wings frostbitten and his mane tangled by ice, searching for a repair but unable to see more than a few inches far from his nose; in the end he was so exausted he collapsed, shaking and passed out in the middle of a cold field of snow, with a massive figure approaching him as last sight.
While he was unconscious, he heard a strong, deep voice in his head.
Very few dragons are the ones that manage to survive a storm like this, even among ice dragons, much less a child like you.
Next to no one ever got so close to the entrance of my lair... by their own will
I want to reward you
but never come back
When he woke up Darcorn couldn't feel the cold anymore, scared he looked at himself and saw a massive amount of white fur covering his chest and limbs, while the rest of his scales were now covered by a short, velvet dappled fuzz.
In doing so he also realized a nocturne was trying to lift him out of the snow, looking at him with a worried face; but before he could ask him anything, the guy took off without a word, and and Darcorn decided to follow him.
The nocturne was Yesivini, the sage of the clan that eventually became his home, and also the dragon that ended up adopting him as his own son.
He's a giant gay goofball.
Growing up he developed a massive crush on one of the most reclusive members of the clan, the fae Chessonzu. Seeing the two interact was a sight to behold.
The day Darcorn decided to declare himself to Chessonzu was one of the weirdest ones the clan had seen so far; a huge imperial stuttering and tormenting his paws, while confessing his love to a tiny fae, in the middle of the Wispwillow Groove.
The fact that the love wasn't one-sided surprised just about everyone.
Born in the shadow realm, he has no memory of who his parents may be, all he can remember was being picked up by some shady dragons on the way to the Southern Icefield; he lived with them up until he was almost a teen, when he actually managed to escape.
Darcorn wasn't born with his frigid white coat, he earned it, together with ice powers, after almost getting himself killed by cold near the Fortress of Ends.
He was, dragging himself in the snow, his wings frostbitten and his mane tangled by ice, searching for a repair but unable to see more than a few inches far from his nose; in the end he was so exausted he collapsed, shaking and passed out in the middle of a cold field of snow, with a massive figure approaching him as last sight.
While he was unconscious, he heard a strong, deep voice in his head.
Very few dragons are the ones that manage to survive a storm like this, even among ice dragons, much less a child like you.
Next to no one ever got so close to the entrance of my lair... by their own will
I want to reward you
but never come back
When he woke up Darcorn couldn't feel the cold anymore, scared he looked at himself and saw a massive amount of white fur covering his chest and limbs, while the rest of his scales were now covered by a short, velvet dappled fuzz.
In doing so he also realized a nocturne was trying to lift him out of the snow, looking at him with a worried face; but before he could ask him anything, the guy took off without a word, and and Darcorn decided to follow him.
The nocturne was Yesivini, the sage of the clan that eventually became his home, and also the dragon that ended up adopting him as his own son.
He's a giant gay goofball.
Growing up he developed a massive crush on one of the most reclusive members of the clan, the fae Chessonzu. Seeing the two interact was a sight to behold.
The day Darcorn decided to declare himself to Chessonzu was one of the weirdest ones the clan had seen so far; a huge imperial stuttering and tormenting his paws, while confessing his love to a tiny fae, in the middle of the Wispwillow Groove.
The fact that the love wasn't one-sided surprised just about everyone.
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