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Cauchemar

(#35205397)

Level 25 Mirror

Familiar

Celestial Antelope

Energy: 0/50

Personal Style

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Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

7.46 m

Wingspan

3.72 m

Weight

554.95 kg

Genetics

Obsidian
Clown

White
Eye Spots

Obsidian
Thylacine

Hatchday

Aug 16, 2017
(7 years)

Breed

Adult
Mirror

Eye Type

Plague
Common

Level 25 Mirror

Max Level

STR

117

AGI

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MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

Biography

CAUCHEMAR

Warrior • Ex-leader • Clan Founder

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ACQUAINTANCES:

▸ Forest: Mate, he really trusts her.

▸ Silvertree: Son and rival, they fight over the leadership of the clan.

▸ Snowstorm: Friend and coworker, they're both in charge of preparing the clan in case of war.

B I O G R A P H Y

Cauchemar woke up. He didn't really know where he was. He couldn't remember anything : neither what he'd done, nor where he came from, and more importantly, who he was. His eyes were closed, but as he was getting conscious again, he started to recover his senses. An awful smell of blood and rotting corpses entered his nose, as an other dragon shouted “Come on, get up !”. He suddenly began to feel a harsh pain in his whole body, preventing him from moving. The other dragon seemed to get impatient. “Get up ! I'm not done with you yet.” His strength slightly recovered, Cauchemar opened his eyes.

Dragons cheered around him as he got back up. He was in the Scarred Wasteland, more precisely in Rotrock Rim, and seemed to be fighting an unusually tall Wildclaw. “There you are”, the Wildclaw said. “I thought I killed you for a second.” He dashed and jumped at Cauchemar, who had very little time to react, but still managed to avoid the attack. His wounds were bleeding and he was slow, completely unable to retaliate. “I might spare you if you give up now !” the Wildclaw said, seemingly amused. Cauchemar made him understand he did surrender. There was no way he could win this fight.

”I can't believe it”, the Wildclaw exclaimed. “I won. I defeated Cauchemar the Rotten Nightmare. You're quite a famous fighter here, I didn't expect you to be that weak.” He turned around and started leaving. Cauchemar felt his blood burning in his veins. He didn't feel pain anymore. He ran at the Wildclaw, determined not to let him go, and scratched to kill. Soon, the Wildclaw died, but Cauchemar kept scratching, amused. When he stopped, his enemy didn't even look like a dragon anymore. But his wounds started stinging again. Weakened, covered in blood, he left this place under the terrified look of the dragons who had witnessed his murder.

Murderer

ACQUAINTANCES:

▸ Rairakku: Friend, they like to fight each other just for fun.

▸ Caedis: A fellow warrior with whom he often goes fighting off beastclans.

▸ Hokori: Enemy, he thinks technology is useless and wants her to stop inventing.

_EPILOGUE_

____Based on his victim's words, his name was Cauchemar, and this didn't seem to be his first murder considering his title. Cauchemar sighed. He couldn't remember anything, all he knew is that he didn't want to be violent anymore. Why was he like this ? Was it because he was a mirror, or because of his Plague allegiance ? Could he ever change, and become someone better ? The feeling he got when murdering the Wildclaw... he didn't want to feel this messed up euphory ever again.

____However, Cauchemar didn't seem to be good at anything else than fighting. His only asset was his strength. He couldn't remember anything, he had nowhere to go, and it seems he wouldn't be able to make friends with anyone with this reputation. Desperate, he went out of his shelter, hoping that his wounds would get infected and kill him, or to starve eventually. He walked like this for quite a while, until he fainted somewhere in the Wandering Contagion. When he woke up, he was covered in bandages, and a red Fae seemed to have taken care of him.

_A RED FAE_

____”You were in pretty bad shape”, the red Fae said. “What happened ?” Cauchemar didn't answer. He couldn't tell her he was a murderer, could he ? He pathetically shook his head. “Your face seems familiar, though. Have we met ?” He kept ignoring her, hoping she would stop asking him questions he didn't want to answer. The red Fae seemed to get impatient. “My name is Forest, by the way”, she said. “What's yours ?” Cauchemar didn't know if he should answer, but he did eventually. “I'm Cauchemar.”.

____Forest stopped moving and looked at him with her eyes wide open. “You mean... the mur-- fighter ?” Cauchemar sighed. He knew he'd scare her if he told him the truth. “I don't want to fight anymore”, he said. “I don't want to kill anymore. I really want to become someone better.” Forest stared at him, not knowing whether this was a trap or not. “I... I can help you”, she offered. “You can stay with me. You don't have to go back to Rotrock Rim.” With a hint of fear in her voice, but also a hint of hope, she added : “Just... promise you won't hurt me.”

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Art by MangoLlama

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