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Aiden

(#37023760)

Level 1 Bogsneak

Energy: 50/50

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Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

9 m

Wingspan

8.62 m

Weight

703.21 kg

Genetics

Mint
Basic

Oilslick
Toxin

Amber
Capsule

Hatchday

Oct 31, 2017
(6 years)

Breed

Adult
Bogsneak

Eye Type

Fire
Common

Level 1 Bogsneak

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

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QCK

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Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

none

Biography

◆ A I D E N ◆

Long ago, though not as distant as some would think, a young Skydancer born of the frigid cold was born. Many thought he would be like his brothers and sisters; cold and distant. However, this wasn't the case. The icy dragon was surprisingly friendly, pestering the guards of his clan to no end. As he grew older, his parents noticed just how intelligent their son was. It was no surprise, then, that they gladly agreed to let him travel to the Observatory to study under the brilliant minds within the Arcane Flight. He soon found his place among the alchemists, constantly experimenting with new recipies in order to create what had never been seen before. If he had known what would await him at the Trading Post, he'd have flown straight back home, willing to attempt the life of a scrier like his siblings. However, he knew not what lay in store for him, and so when the class was told they would be moving closer to the trading post to practice this new form of alchemy with a Pearlcatcher called Baldwin, he flew off without hesitation, notes in hand.

When he arrived, he was among the first to discover the properties of Green Goo. He basked in the praise of his new mentor, who seemed quite happy with the newer developments of his class. He soon surpassed his peers, duly noted when one of his alchemical creations came to life and followed him home. When new genes were discovered, the now adolescent Skydancer was among the first to turn them into scrolls. One day, however, it all changed.

He arrived to his class one day, only to find the cauldrons put away as his classmates stared in utter shock at a green figure nearby. He could only gawk at what he saw. It was Baldwin, but his horn was gone. His furry beard had begun to thin out, and his wings appeared shorter. As he thought back, he realized he'd noticed something off about this master of alchemy earlier, but he hadn't thought much on the matter. Now, he knew he had made a mistake by ignoring those signs. He was the only student willing to work that day, but he wasn't working to discover something new. Quite the contrary, in fact. Baldwin seemed ill, and was even changing physically in a way Pearlcatchers never changed. No, he worked to discover a cure to this seemingly alchemical malady.

When the alchemist had finished his transformation, some of the students had found the resolve to return, some hoping to discover just how he had changed. Some wanted to change themselves, finding the large form better than the tiny frame of a Fae. The Skydancer, however, was rather fearful of this new look, and avoided the newly discovered Bogsneak whenever he could. It only made things worse when he discovered Baldwin himself seemed fine with it all. He even ignored the queries of his peers when they told him of the grandeur of being a Bogsneak, or even when they stated he was frightening them. He focused solely on a cure.

That fateful day was like every other. He had just completed a set of Glass Beakers, hoping to hold some newly dissolved red sludge within in order to create a new attempt at a cure for this breed change. He had turned away from his cauldron, reaching for his notes, when he heard a warning cry from nearby. He didn't have time to think: As soon as his claws touched his notes, he heard the loudest noise he'd ever heard in his life.

The first thing he noticed was that his limbs didn't respond to his own mind, refusing to move despite the fact that he could still feel them. The second was that he couldn't truly hear anyone around him, though faint murmurs still broke through the ever-growing silence. The third was that his red sludge had seemingly fallen to the ground at his side, but he didn't remember making so much sludge. The fourth, and last thing he truly was able to respond to, was a simple question: Why was there a burning, sloshing feeling inside him? He'd have expected a burn from touching the not-so-stable sludge, but why in the Name of the Eleven would it be inside his chest?

He knew something was wrong, and a part of him willed his head to turn, but even that was a task and a half. Tendrils of white danced at the edge of his vision, but to his horror, he didn't question it. Perhaps someone could help him. He saw his peers fleeing the scene, some limping from lacerations he knew not how they gained. His eyes finally rested on his cauldron, charred and still smoking. He didn't recognize what was inside: It bubbled and churned, a black sludge he swore was as alive as... was it green goo or yellow that had followed him home? His mind didn't respond to his question. Instead, his eyes caught sight of a purple form lying nearby, the shattered remains of a pearl lying about. His beakers hadn't been broken. No, they were tipped, true, but none of the red sludge had gone into his cauldron, and each one was accounted for. So why did his chest burn with molten pain? Why did his wings feel seared? Why was there a dead Pearlcatcher by his cauldron? And why... Why was a shard of her pearl lodged in his back?

He never found his answer. Instead, his mind went numb. His vision went white, then black as the Shade. He felt his memories slip away, and he didn't care. He couldn't care. That burning, molten pain in his chest and that singed, searing pain in his wings were the last things he knew.

Aiden hatched in the grip of a young, very confused Skydancer. His fiery gaze was fascinated with the shimmering glint of what appeared to be polished stone cracking underneath his silvery form and those bright red wings. Eyes of Fire met eyes of Wind, and a startled gasp came from the Skydancer. He called over a dark-colored Coatl, whose lavender wings stood out starkly against the living land of the Wandering Contagion. They spoke on how he had been bought by a set of battlers who, supposedly, had discovered an undiscovered research lab of the famous alchemist Baldwin. His egg, along with nine others, had been salvaged from the wreckage, though they treated the eggs like they were extremely dangerous biohazards. Indeed, one of his nestmates had seemingly grown legs and run off into the Boneyard, chased by a rather excited Fae. The little Bogsneak didn't care. No, he didn't even care that a rather odd-looking creature was looking up at him like a mother would. He could only cry out in confusion and fear, as if awoken from a terrible dream. And, in a sense, he still lived it. For he didn't know why, he didn't even know his own name, but for some reason, his chest burned as if lava sloshed about against the inside of his chest, and his new wings, still stuck to his sides, felt as if they were aflame. But he didn't know that. All he knew was that they hurt, and they certainly weren't supposed to hurt at all.

Everyone was surprised when the two dragons returned to the Rotrock Rim with a young Bogsneak in tow. They were even more confused by the little one's cries of pain. The mothers of the clan scolded the two, believing they had hurt the little one, but it didn't take long for them to realize that this wasn't exactly true. The Healers of the clan tried everything, from natural remedies to using Plague magic to try and detect what was wrong with the little one. Only one Fae seemed to find a slight clue, but she couldn't quite place her little claw on it. When he was finally brought out to the clan's leaders, they had quite a different set of opinions on it, though the conclusion was the same. One said it would wear off with time, to ease what they could and send him off to one of the clan's most gentle nest guards to raise him. The other stated that a solution could be found among the cauldrons at the Trading Post, and that the pain wouldn't fade for him. No, he'd simply grow used to it over time until they found their cure with Baldwin himself. Until then, he would indeed stay with the nest guard. And stay with her he did, finding those soft blue scales and frozen core soothing to his pain.

It turned out that the nest guard and the Coatl were in fact mates, and they allowed the Skydancer who had tended to little Aiden during the journey come and visit whenever he pleased, and little Aiden enjoyed his company. In fact, he saw the Skydancer like an uncle to him, even if he wasn't. He knew they weren't his real parents. None of them were quite like him. But with a little time, he learned three things.

One was that he loved alchemy. Every time he went to the Trading Post with his adopted uncle, he saw the classes taking place, and he wanted to learn from that elderly Bogsneak named Baldwin. Second was that he would be waiting a while before he could actually begin his lessons, though his mentor-to-be certainly seemed impressed with the young Fire dragon's natural abilities. The third was simple, yet still confused him even more. He may love the idea of being an alchemist, but he feared that singed cauldron no one touched, and the young Pearlcatcher that worked on new transmutations he feared even more. Maybe it was because she followed him home. Maybe it was because she simply watched him blankly, broken pearl held tightly in her claws. Maybe it was the way she walked. Maybe it was the way she talked, even though he never heard her words. Or maybe it was because that burning pain returned whenever she was around, and he swore it came from his back, but he never knew why. He just knew that, whatever the case, even if his clanmates couldn't see her, even if they couldn't find a cause for his pain, he would find his answers and perhaps a solution to it all within the cauldrons of the Trading Post.

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Past Self

Lavender Skink / Sky Butterfly / Sky Opal
Ice Male

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Toxin on 03/17/2020
Capsule on 03/17/2020
Accent on 03/17/2020
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