Orphne
(#35157073)
"One day I will win gold to honor my family."
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
21.46 m
Wingspan
12.58 m
Weight
6401.65 kg
Genetics
Maroon
Jaguar
Jaguar
Coral
Peregrine
Peregrine
Blood
Crackle
Crackle
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Ridgeback
Max Level
STR
100
AGI
23
DEF
30
QCK
40
INT
5
VIT
42
MND
30
Lineage
Biography
Trinkets
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Orphne - The Plague Emissary
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Orphne has a warrior's personality. Crush skulls first, talk after. She's a frequent participant in the Annual Gladiator Arena hosted by Arvelle the Brave. Orphne is rambunctious and loud, often getting into fights with other gladiators and getting herself thrown out and disqualified. She just can't seem to understand she's the problem though. She enjoys training and even trains tributes in secret for the Plaguebringer. She trains 20 hours a day, which is outrageous to dragons who wouldn't understand her plight. She hopes one day to win gold in the arena because she knows she's skilled enough to do so. Orphne is blissfully unaware of what happens when a gladiator wins gold though. Only time will tell when she eventually finds out. |
Beginning of a Gladiator Horns boomed throughout the arid breeze. The sounds of cannons firing followed suit. Rather than cannon balls being launched, the arena fired off pretty lights into the afternoon sky. Some flashed red, others flashed green, and yellow, and blue. A crowd gathered in the bleachers, then more. Orphne, a taller-than-average maroon Ridgeback, stood on her hind legs and gazed up at the crowd. Her eyes glowed through the eyeholes on the charred skull she wore of her first prey. She lowered her head as her opponent, an Imperial dressed in white robes, entered the arena. He held his head high. He furrowed his eyebrows and wrinkled his snout. A low-pitched growl emitted from her almost automatically. The bards high above the arena readied their instruments, waiting to signal the beginning of the match- Pounce! Scuffle! |
The ridgeback leapt onto the imperial. She opened her jaw wide, ready to bite down on him. Eyes wide, she breathed down his neck heavily, slobbering over him. "L-let me go," he trembled. The ridgeback cackled. And so two male ridgebacks entered the arena. Their steps sent shudders throughout Sornieth as they approached the bloodthirsty one. "You can't be doing this." one said. "I can do what I feel." she hissed. That was the wrong thing to say. Her Coatl friend watched her, bright red with embarrassment, as she was dragged away by the two taller ridges. She put up a decent fight too, kicking and screaming her lousy head off. |
Gifts from our allied clans of the Scarred Wastelands.
Plague Dom 2024
Plague Dom 2024
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This dragon doesn't eat Insects.
This dragon doesn't eat Meat.
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This dragon doesn't eat Plants.
Exalting Orphne to the service of the Shadowbinder will remove them from your lair forever. They will leave behind a small sum of riches that they have accumulated. This action is irreversible.
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