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Aaron

(#35499983)

Level 4 Skydancer

Familiar

Satin Pocketmouse

Energy: 0/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

5.51 m

Wingspan

3.96 m

Weight

719.66 kg

Genetics

Eggplant
Giraffe

Eldritch
Stripes

Shale
Underbelly

Hatchday

Aug 28, 2017
(6 years)

Breed

Adult
Skydancer

Eye Type

Wind
Common

Level 4 Skydancer

EXP: 3661 / 4027

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Zimi
Yuma

Offspring

Biography

A a r o n

"Just turn around and keep on flying."

B i o g r a p h y

W hen Aaron was growing up, nobody could ever suspect that a child, a handsome, playful, angelic boy, could ever grow up to become a well respected captain. He was born a prince in a clan with too many heirs. His parents would have him decorated in crimson silks that would make him look as if he were ablaze. When he took his human appearance, people would stare. He had hair as dark as midnight, and eyes as green as a sun flower's stalk.

Little did he know, the young prince was dressed finely to be sold. A Captain who found him crying at a feast bought him. Her name was Scotch; she trained him herself. He felt determined to show her that he could achieve glory, and he stood by Scotch's side when she challenged Queen Anonymous for the throne. After the battle, new Queen Scotch named Aaron captain of the guard, and he helped her form the three guilds among the clan.

He thought he could never find a lover. He thought he would always be alone... Till he met her. The moment they locked eyes; he knew. He knew that she was the one, the one that would sit by his side, the one who would bear children and would smile at the sight of him when he returned home.

B I O G R A P H Y

"You're beautiful." Aaron whispered as he twirled her around; a little giggle escaped her. "Thanks..." She accepted his compliment, "not many people call me that." Aaron locked eyes with her, "Then they're god damn stupid." Aaron leaned in, and locked lips with her. She didn't even try and pull away. "Join my clan," his voice was low and hopeful. "Are you sure you know what you're asking?" She asked gingerly. "I mean... We just met a few hours ago."

"I know what I'm saying," Aaron began stepping back and forth rhythmically- smoothly dancing. "I love you," his voice was no longer a whisper. She wrapped her arms around his neck, "Shouldn't you make sure it's okay with your queen?" She asked. "She'll allow you in," he assured, "She's reasonable."

He lifted her up, far above his head. "I'm a champion," she said as the wind brushed past her silver hair. She was wearing a flowing blue dress, with an emerald embroidered belt. "Champion of the skies!" He called up to her. He lowered her to the floor, and the two waltzed throughout the night. "My name isn't what you think it is," she said suddenly. Aaron cocked his head confused, "Farsoa." She murmured, and leaned onto his chest. "My name is Farsoa."

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