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FourtySeven

(#38141135)

Level 25 Ridgeback

Energy: 0/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

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Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

18.3 m

Wingspan

17.56 m

Weight

6970.71 kg

Genetics

Spruce
Lionfish

Cherry
Toxin

Moon
Capsule

Hatchday

Dec 18, 2017
(6 years)

Breed

Adult
Ridgeback

Eye Type

Ice
Uncommon

Level 25 Ridgeback

Max Level

STR

126

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

none

Biography

F-247 - Past
REPRESENTATIVE OF HAZARDOUS INCIDENT MANAGEMENT DEPARTMENT

"Sorry there, I mistook ya for an actual threat!"
Summary:

He doesn't have a name, and he doesn't really mind being called as his ID number, so everyone calls him F-247 or Fourty-Seven for short (not like they care enough to give him a proper name anw).

He's from a post apocalypse world where humans have created and evolved into hybrid creatures of all kinds to adjust to the earth as it shifts into a more unstable state. He worked for an organisation called Penumbra (which in this case is the enterprise that develops and produces these kinds of mutated species). But an incident happened when one of his coworker didn't completely destroy a bacterium with mutated genome (this later turned out that it was planned). It broke out and wiped out 2/3 of the populations. The majority of the rest went in to hiding and currently unknown how many lived to this day. He's now cleaning up the mess by collecting specimens to help find a cure and finding his lost friends/coworkers while battling what's left of "mankind".

Imagine Wall-e but much darker .

Personality:
Can be aggressive if he's frustrated or agitated, gives into violence. Can be mouthful when he warms up to a being. Likes to bicker. Very alert and sensitive to sudden movements. Should be approached with caution. Somewhat well-trained and cunning at times.

The others usually think he's a bit wonky or nutty sometimes but on another perspective he just has a different way of looking at things. He rarely cares about how other see him

He's quite lonely, considering that there's barely anyone left, and if there are, they'd be his enemies.

Appearance:

About 198cm or 6'4 for you weird ppl who doesnt use the metric system
Tridactyl feet but not decided yet so give him how many toes you want.
Sharp claws but wears gloves
Wears an apron the drops over to his knees a lil bit
He doesn't have vocal cords like human so he has a translation device placed on his left side of head
Has a special hazmat suit but he rarely wears them
His black/dark patterns that runs from his head to tail will change colors based on the water PH percentage
PAST: The black poisons sealed marks on his skins (tapir)
PRESENT: His rusty colored stripes resulted from dwelling in contaminated and corrosive area. (Lionfish)
Protective thick skin to prevent damage from hazardous material

Basic Info wrote:

Alignment:
Chaotic neutral
Occupation:
Emergency First responder.
Level 3 Authorized Personnel.
Hazardous material Technician

Gallery & Comic

Theme songs

Art by Hanmonster

You can talk to him but things could go sour pretty quickly. Careful with your approach.

By bewaremirror

Some mean beans saying mean things to each other wrote:

While Hellbender scouts for another unfortunate soul to verbally sabotage, he notices something dark lurking in the water. Foggy bubbles forming around the thing as it goes, along with a snarling, grumbling sound. As the distance between them closes up. The thing stops entirely, the snarling ceases. After a short pause a ridgeback emerges from the water.
"Woah sorry there lil donut, I mistook you for an actual threat."

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my art

Something different from the usual wrote:

He moved languidly through the vast, murky waters that had engulfed the remnants of a once great, shining civilisation. He dived into the waters, carefully avoiding the debris peppered on the waters’ stagnant surface. While he partook in these underwater expeditions frequently, it was only in these instances that he can truly appreciate the sheer magnitude of the cataclysmic event that had decimated most of the population.

As he swam deeper into the abyss below, he could not help but feel pensive as the seemingly endless, decrepit ruins gain definition. Towering buildings, which once buzzed with the excited chatter of people who hoped against hope for the betterment of the world, were reduced into their pitiful foundations. Their imposing statures still linger in his mind; it seemed like a lifetime ago when it was he who felt small being in their mighty shadows. Now, these concrete ruins, lined with cracks and crevices, served no purpose other than to house these small, mutated specimens that glowed with a soft, red hue.

He grabbed a jar from his belt, carefully opening the lid and swiftly entrapping one of the small critters into its glassy confines. Such sights were always so dismal to him, for he had lived through an era where humanity’s perseverance and fortitude pushed them to adapt and endeavour to survive the capricious dangers of the earth. Now, he bears witness to the tragic fallout. The phantom silhouettes of fallen people and creatures drift around him as he tries to navigate his way through this new world, lost and wistful for the days when the hope for a better future was not entombed in a watery grave.

By Rochambeau

my art

Adaris wrote on 2018-02-26 10:30:48:

Without looking at his bio, he screams "chaotic scientist". Like, sure he follows lab rules, but he thinks that a meat cleaver and a scalpel are the same thing, WILL break things containing dangerous chemicals, wear gloves but at the same time they're ripped and 100% nonfunctional as safety wear. Wouldn't blink at taking a life accidentally/on purpose For Science and the Advancement of Dragonkind. Maybe at some point he was part of a shady experiment, but he thought it was Fascinating and became a research scientist in something biotech related.

GuidanceOfficer wrote on 2018-02-26 10:33:44:

Looks like he kidnaps people to harvest their organs and sell on the black market.

He seems like he'd be nice ENOUGH to his clanmates that when you asked about him, they'd say, "Oh, 47? He's an okay guy, I guess. Got some weird interests, last time I talked to him he was talking about what a pain it is that the large intestine is so slippery, but eh, there's weirdos in every clan, right?" But no, no, he actually IS an organ harvester, guys. You're living with a murderer.

art by korvis 15

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