Seventh
(#38158009)
Level 10 Spiral
Familiar
Clouddancer
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Energy: 48/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Arcane.
Male Spiral
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.09 m
Wingspan
2.07 m
Weight
125.56 kg
Genetics
Fog
Petals
Petals
Periwinkle
Shimmer
Shimmer
Charcoal
Thylacine
Thylacine
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 10 Spiral
EXP: 1905 / 27676
STR
5
AGI
9
DEF
5
QCK
8
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
6
Biography
~ Relationships ~
 -MORGANNE- he could properly let his guard down when she was around. He misses her dearly, and has yet to let his guard down around any since her passing.  -WARLOCK- former. Much more... and Seventh gave up long ago on ever changing that. He regrets that. -Magical Prodigy -Has a hard time being understood -Polite -Withdrawn -The bells on his tail ward off mischievous spirits. -Floating candles for late night reading. -Various pockets and pouches for alchemy components, gems, dried herbs, and magical materials. -A magical accident when he was young produced the feathered frills around his jawline that can be flattened or spread out at will. -He wears the beaten and battered remains of his father's old hat, and the elegant wing ribbons of his mother, doing his best to care for both. |
SEVENTH The Seventh Son of a Seventh Son | Magical Researcher 
"I'll never forget." A prodigy who lost too much. In his younger years, he spent his time as a child rushed too fast, investing his time in his research and studies to meet the expectations set upon him as the son of two powerful sorcerors. His father, an ice dragon who had come up from the south, was hard to read, cold and distant as ice, but skilled in his arts. His mother was born in the clan, the most powerful sorceress and enchantress that had ever been seen in the lair, but warm and bright and loving. Seventh adored his mother, could act like the child he was with her, could cuddle and play and laugh like he never could when he was being pressured with his studies. Away from her side, he could speak with the fellow members of the Magical Research Department, ramble about theories and all sorts of magical minutiae... but, more often, he would keep himself calm, shield his emotions, keep only to his studies. It was not to last. His parents, his beloved mother and his father that he so desperately wished to prove himself to... they were gone far too swiftly. Seventh was, again, forced to grow beyond his years. His studies stopped, as he stared at what he had left. If he had just roamed about like a carefree child instead of whiling away the hours researching, could he have spent more time with them? His closest connections in all the world? Could he have, perhaps, fixed the relationship with his father? Made it warmer, like those glimpses he had caught of his parents together, when his father would smile so softly? Time passed. Gradually, Seventh lost himself in research again, but it took many, many late nights before he found himself in his father's study, staring at a heavy old tome his father had often written in, and there, on the first page, in familiar, neat script was a message:
To the Seventh Son of a Seventh Son, the only child that stayed close and never flew beyond my reach: May your laugh be your mother's, and your heart never carry the same weight as mine. May your wings never falter, and may all ice melt in your path. May you never lose your sense of wonder, and may your magic ever dance. You are our son. I wish I could have been better for you, but I never knew how.
Slowly, step by step, page by page, Seventh has devoted his time to studying that tome ever since that fateful night, finding in it a mix of his father's research and personal memoirs that showed sides he never knew, or only ever achieved the barest glimpse of. Inside those pages, he found his father, from his time in the land of the Icewarden to his time in the clan. He found notes in his mother's elegant hand, and her own entries. He found their combined knowledge and their own unique views and hearts. That tome has become his most treasured possession, for while he may wear the remains of his father's old hat, while he may wear his mother's elegant ribbons, he has always known that the most precious things were the ephemeral moments that can never truly be captured in full by any mundane or magical means... but can at least be remembered or written down, precious in their fragmentation.
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(Hatched by me.)
Needs: Kitsune familiar
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Warlock, Seventh's Father
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Morganne, Seventh's Mother
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Art goes here! wrote:
^how his feather frills work
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