Calamity
(#34708663)
The Sewerage Attendant
Familiar
Mesacliff Painter
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Energy: 44/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Nature.
Female Pearlcatcher
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.93 m
Wingspan
6.83 m
Weight
639.89 kg
Genetics
Hunter
Savannah
Savannah
Eldritch
Spinner
Spinner
Cornflower
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 5 Pearlcatcher
EXP: 498 / 5545
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
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♕ C A L A M I T Y The Sewerage Attendant ╰ ╭  ╰ ╭ 
SIMBI
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SYLVARI
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BERRY
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CALAMITY
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MARIELA
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CYNNFOR
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Sane | Faithless | Sexy ╰ bio template by squidragon adapted by Katalist
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Poor Girl
When is it time to stop
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The ground is where my humility lives.
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Calamity is the newest addition to the Tribe, when additions are at an all time low. The tribe has no more need for new dragons, for they have a little secret up their sleeves. Calamity is on the cusp of finding that secret out, but she couldn't get any closer without being found out. So she became a sewerage attendant, sneaking through the tunnels to find out secrets and lies. The pipes echo, and her sprites keep the dark chambers lit, so the answers almost fall in her muddy lap. She's nearly figured it out, and other dragons are becoming concerned with her efforts. What she's about to find out will kill her some day.
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There’s a curse that has sunk its talons into the Tribe. The clan members’ appearances constantly change, but their mannerisms, their stories, their memories stay the same. In any other clan such a thing would be a gift; the gift of eternal life, but here…. Here, the gift smells like poison. Many strangers come to the clan’s marketplace, for trades and purchases. In the Shrieking Wilds, the Tribe’s marketplace is one of the biggest. It was how she could sneak in with anonymity. She had heard of the Tribe’s blessing, through drunken dragons late at night. She had nothing to base the rumours on, no need for the Tribe’s ‘gift’. Others had sought out the Tribe for their relatives, or for vanity. She didn’t need any of that. She just wanted to see if it was true. A nocturne sat there and watched the pearlcatcher wade through the throng of shoppers. Clicking her wingtips together, she furrowed her brow at the lack of clothing. Very few dragons wore minimal clothing nowadays, what with current fashion and lack of natural pockets. It was almost impossible to find a dragon with no pockets at all, let alone a pouch for a pearl. The nocturne straightened up suddenly, with a trill. There was no pouch…because there was no pearl. The pearlcatcher walked on all fours, with no pearl held in sight. The nocturne rolled her eyes at the flagrant cry for attention, before flying off. She matched the description of one of her friend’s wishlists. Pearl or not, she’ll have to do. Flying into the library, she landed on the door fame and crawled onto the ceiling of the main room. Without even looking up, Anaisa greeted her, before moving onto another pile of receipts. “Good morning, Frisk. You’re early. Has shift already ended?” “No my dear. Another has been spotted. Hunter and Eldritch, no clear view on the tertiary. From the looks of it, she’s been here a while. No name, no possessions.” “That all means nothing to me until you give me the primary details, Frisk. Gender, genes, breed, and age?” “Young pearlcatcher. I’d say late teens, maybe adult. She has that new gene on her hide, Savannah. You know, the rosetted one?” “Yes I am aware. And female, by the sounds of it too. Does she have spinner stripes on her wings?” “Yes, actually. Are you aware of her?” “She’s already been brought to my attention. A missive from Weblyn, from-“ “Clan Cross, I know. I saw him leave. Hurry up.” Anaisa paused to glare at Frisk. Despite the dragon being many years older, and far superior to her, Anaisa had no fear in reprimanding the warden. She knew more information about Frisk than she cared to let on. But her job was more important than the tainted history of the dragon above her. Reaching behind her, she pulled a letter from the overstuffed drawers of unsorted filing, waving it in the air. “Small pearlcatcher born to Tairngire and Ayura, firstborn. Average size, average pearl-“ “No pearl seen with her. That’s the wrong pearl.” “Frisk. Please. Weblyn goes on to say she has a habit of hiding her pearl from her siblings. I would expect to not see a pearl from her if I myself was watching out for such a dragon. Unfortunately her tertiary is basic, and a horrid colour at that. Pale, cornflower blue. She is of no use to us, breeding fodder and nothing more.” Anaisa shelved the missive once more, returning to her work. Frisk huffed and clawed her way out of the room, muttering about argumentative children and their lack of appreciation for help. Returning to her post, she scoured the crowds once more, but the pearlcatcher was gone. A gentle tapping made Anaisa turn around again. A pearlcatcher was standing in front of her, with nary a stitch on. It was the Clan Cross pearlcatcher. Anaisa waited for her to speak, but she just stared. Sighing, Anaisa tossed her head in Simbi’s direction and told her to go away, but the pearlcatcher finally spoke. Shaking her head, she boldly claimed, “I want to sign up for the registrar!” Anaisa stood there, stunned. “I’m sorry sweetie, we’re not open for any jobs right now.” “Weblyn said you’d take me.” “Weblyn is right, but only temporarily until you find a place somewhere else. We can’t afford to keep you permanently.” The pearlcatcher narrowed her eyes. “Is it because I’m undesirable?” Anaisa called her bluff. Leaning back, she crossed her arms across her chest. “Yes.” The pearlcatcher narrowed her eyes. “Fisher.” “Taken.” “Fighter.” “Taken.” “Hunter.” “Take-ooh.” Anaisa paused for a moment to check the registrar. “Yep, taken.” The pearlcatcher slammed her hands down on the desk, Anaisa’s smug smile inciting fury in her. “Is there anything available?!” Anaisa laughed with a ting of desperation, wishing this little pearl would just leave her be. “There is one job, though I don’t think you’ll like it.” “I’ll take it!” Anaisa laughed again, pulling up the registrar and inking in her profile. “Name?” “Calamity.” “Calamity, pearlcatcher. New job…. ….Sewerage attendant.”
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ETYMOLOGY - an event causing great and often sudden damage or distress; a disaster. RELATIONS -
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