Steve
(#36971073)
Level 1 Ridgeback
Assurgo
Crazed Powermith
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Energy: 49/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Lightning.
Male Ridgeback
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
15.83 m
Wingspan
12.74 m
Weight
7936.39 kg
Genetics
Lead
Giraffe
Giraffe
Ruby
Stripes
Stripes
Latte
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Ridgeback
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
8
AGI
7
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
5
VIT
7
MND
5
Biography
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There is a legend amongst the dragons who work in Tempest Spire. It's a story every new intern hears, and at first none believe it-- but word gets around, and strange things happen, and it's never long before they learn that the Monster of Tempest Spire isn't just some office hazing ritual. A flash of brilliant red in the darkness. The evil glint of Lightning eyes under a desk. The absent click of nails long after everyone else has gone home for the night. Of course, nobody can say for sure that what they saw was Steve, but everyone wants to assume. It's a good thing he's just bent on disrupting office work. Steve is the bane of productivity under the Stormcatcher's watchful eye. He's fast, smart, and scarily nimble for a Ridgeback. It's general knowledge that he's male, and a few reliable witnesses claim he's red. Most of the workers absolutely despise him, but there's always the odd dragon who laughs at his pranks and appreciates the breaks in monotony he provides (though nobody's happy when he messes with the coffee). If a seemingly benevolent dragon is deemed trustworthy enough, they will be invited to join a secret organization known as the Cult of Steve. Though they have no direct contact with the dragon they idolize, they have pledged to help him in any way they can, and perhaps an eighth of the pranks attributed to Steve are actually executed by his followers. Steve himself is something of a mystery. Is he a normal dragon trying to escape boredom? A spy from another flight desperate to disrupt Stormcatcher's offices? A rogue robot, programmed with considerable wit and poise? No. The truth is somewhere in between, and is in fact much, much worse. Many years ago, a young clan situated somewhere in the Shifting Expanse found the need to use the exalt cannon for the first time. They had chosen a horrible day for it: the wind was howling, Boss was shouting for more coffee every few minutes, and a sandstorm was threatening to kick up nearby. There were fewer attendants at the cannon than usual and none had the time to show the clan leader the ropes. Desperate to get the job done fast and return to her clan, the leader loaded up the new intern without checking for debris in the barrel. She also neglected to fix the trajectory for the cannon, figuring, as many do, that it would always point to the Intern Landing Pad. She began countdown immediately. She was very surprised when the intern launched alongside a huge quantity of scrap metal and about fifty cherry red Swingline staplers being readied for delivery. She would have been more surprised if she, tracing the arc and her former clanmate's screams across the sky, had seen the entire bundle splash right into Stormcatcher's coffee cup. The sheer strength of the brew served as a catalyst, meshing together aspects of everything within, before Bossdad glanced down and saw that his drink had been tainted. The angry deity yelled yet again for more coffee and dumped his out then and there, sending the newly-created monstrosity tumbling partway down the spire to the actual Intern Landing Pad. By then, however, it was too late: Steve had been born. An unholy combination of dragon, machine, coffee, and stapler, all in the shape of a Ridgeback. Steve was just a normal intern at first, but quickly grew bored of desk work. He'd just gotten these caffeine-powered robo-legs, and he knew they were capable of so much more than coffee breaks. At first it was just one prank. And then two. Three. And soon Steve was faced with the most glorious addiction and thousands of furious coworkers who only knew that the perpetrator had red wings. He does so love his job. |
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Concept originally created by Biologiquill for the Lightning Subspecies Contest 'The Search for Steve'
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