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Sirin

(#38478745)

The Blue Phoenix

Safiya

Blueband Duelist

Energy: 48/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

6.35 m

Wingspan

7.31 m

Weight

595.22 kg

Genetics

Phthalo
Skink

Denim
Bee

Jade
Capsule

Hatchday

Dec 31, 2017
(6 years)

Breed

Adult
Nocturne

Eye Type

Fire
Common

Level 25 Nocturne

Max Level

STR

129

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

none

Biography

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...NAME. Sirin
...BIRTH. Earth
...ELEMENT. Fire
...ALIGN. C. Good
...MBTI. ENFJ - T

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Blazing blue flames are Sirin's signature ability. They burn at a temperature hotter than lava, and can melt almost anything. She uses them as a display of power and rarely as a weapon. Some scholars interested in the abilities of the Court also suspect these flames promote longevity in their user, even the capability of rebirth.

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xxxxxSirin was a precocious hatchling, always getting her snout in places it didn’t belong. Her tricks spread joy and occasionally annoyance throughout the clan, but despite her shenanigans many were relieved that the heiress was a happy, bouncing hatchling. Her vitality was coupled with remarkable pyrokinetic abilities, often beyond her control. Handling the hatchling came with the searing heat of her boundless excitement; many of her closest friends began avoiding Sirin as her abilities grew out of control. Slowly but surely, her life became rather lonely. Friends and her future subjects turned their backs on her to avoid getting burnt, leaving Sirin feeling betrayed and abandoned. Over time, her inner fire was extinguished. Her caretakers tried to divert her attention by pairing her with a tutor from a prestigious academy to begin her studies. If the princess was to inherit the Summit Clan someday, she would require the knowledge to do so effectively. Sirin’s sheltered life became stifling, the countless hours spent in a classroom imprisoning her within the bleak stone walls of the clan. With every passing minute the rebellious flame in her heart rekindled, growing brighter as the young dragoness yearned to escape from the clan and her looming future. All she needed was a chance to escape.

xxxxxTalk of war drifted to the Summit Clan from the Shattered Plains. Two venerable clans were locked in a dispute over land, and tensions between them had led to war. Word spread that the smaller of the two was seeking aid from any able-bodied dragon, with the promise of treasure for anyone that fought on their side. Many of the clan’s residents were uninterested in wealth; what else did someone have to gain when they already led a comfortable life? However, to Sirin, this was the chance she had been waiting for. The only thing stopping her was her two caretakers; the stubborn drakes didn’t understand her plight, and the opportunity this call to action provided her! Regardless of how much she begged them, the answer to Sirin’s pleas for freedom were a firm no. However, a few words weren’t going to stop the fiery dragoness. One night, she melted the window in her chamber, escaping through the molten remains. Illuminated by the light of the two moons, she flew into the night, and to battle.

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xxxxxIt quickly became apparent Sirin wouldn't survive on her own. She never learned to forage for food amongst the rocks, or find the hidden reservoirs of water underneath the barren expanses of stone. On a map, her destination seemed just a talon’s-length away. The plains were vaster than she could have ever imagined, stretching to the horizon and beyond. This was no place for a dragon to survive, yet alone an unprepared juvenile! Eventually, Sirin stumbled across shelter underneath a rare overhang. Her growling stomach protested any more movement as she crumpled beneath the shade. She panted for water that wasn’t there, stars blossoming in her periphery as the Dragonhome sun blazed around her. As the world began fading to black, her surroundings seemed to contort and blur. Hazy, colorful figures appeared around her, seemingly falling from the sky. Had the heat gotten to her mind? That wasn’t the case, as a canteen was pushed against her snout and large wings beat cool air onto her. Finally, water! As she guzzled down the refreshing drink and came to her senses, her saviors became known.

xxxxxThe trio of dragons were unlike any Sirin had ever met. They were wild, carefree, everything but the content residents of her home; regardless of their bad manners, she loved them. To her luck, they were also traversing the Shattered Plains with the same destination in mind! It didn’t take much convincing for her to persuade the trio to join their ranks, as to her surprise they had already planned on bringing the princess along. Finally, Sirin could begin her quest for the thrill of independence she’d dreamed of.

xxxxxThe heiress left the clan nothing more than a weak princess, but became a force to be reckoned with by the time she reached her destination. But, Sirin didn’t do it alone; from saviors to inseparable friends, the group of mercenaries she encountered so long ago became her second family. They taught her how to defend herself and survive in the harsh wastes, so that Sirin would never be in danger again. However, there was hardly a need to fear the chill of loneliness with her family nearby.

xxxxxNothing could stop the dread of the looming battle as the dragons neared the clan. Sirin’s stomach tied itself into knots as they alighted outside the entrance, rank with the stench of blood. This was war. These were other lives, other souls; who knows, maybe one of the dragons being carried away was one of the parents she’d always longed for. All at once, she realized why nobody heeded their desperate plea. Nobody wanted to become just another dragon consumed in the fray. The carnage was terrifying, but there was no turning back now. The next time the sun rose, their battle would begin.

xxxxxAnd so the night passed.

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xxxxxFleeting years had come and gone since Sirin and her band arrived. At last, the end was near; every day they fought their way a little closer to victory, and it was finally at hand. Together, the mercenary armies of the clan drove the enemy back into the caves they called home. Spirits were high, every victory larger than the last; a large part of that was thanks to a mysterious Blue Phoenix that dominated the field. That mysterious drake was none other than Sirin herself, a rising legend among the ranks of otherwise nameless mercenaries. Blue flames hotter than any other seared the battlefield, turning everything into their path to ashes. It took days for these flames to dissipate, searing away all signs of life; some even compared them to the Phoenix’s tenacious strength and confidence. But, no amount of flame could quench the fear that knotted her stomach. Something wasn’t right. It was plain to see in the change of tactics and the sudden coolness of their fighters. Gone was the desperation of a cornered animal in their soldier’s eyes, replaced with the gaze of a patient hunter. What could these subtle changes mean? Spirits were high in the camp, the mercenaries on Sirin’s side aglow with enthusiasm. Seeing her friends celebrating filled her with joy, and she didn’t dare ruin the mood. So Sirin remained quiet, keeping her worries to herself as her oblivious companions celebrated their victories and the siege to follow.

xxxxxThe dawn of the final push brought the first rain in months. It came down in heavy sheets, turning the parched ground into mud. The torrent did little to stifle the morale of the mercenaries, as they practically roared for battle. The knot tightened in Sirin’s stomach. The dragons began their advance.

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xxxxxThe first thing Sirin noticed was the eerie silence that filled the caves. Safe for the rustle of scales and armor echoed throughout the vast caverns, it was quiet enough to hear a feather fall. The second thing was the state of disarray before her. It appeared that the whole clan had packed up in an instant; belongings were scattered, forges were still warm, even nests had been abandoned with eggs still inside them. Seeing the decrepit lair, the mercenaries cheered with victory. They surged into the darkness, uncorking canteens in celebration and making merry. The snake of doubt reared its head in Sirin. This wasn’t right. None of this was. As she made her concerns vocal they were swallowed by the cacophony of noise surrounding her. Trying to shout over the cheers was useless. There was nothing the dragoness could do but keep her worries to herself as she watched her world unravel.

xxxxxIt began with a glint of violet in the darkness. They stared back at her curiously, almost smugly. That was strange. Could it be someone mocking her from the shadows at her defeat? Another pair emerged from the shadows. Then another. And another. Soon enough dozens of gazes peered back at Sirin’s.

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FAMILIAR....

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A dedicated follower of
Sirin. Once on the other
end of the queen’s
fierce attacks, Safiya
dragged herself after
the dragoness after
witnessing her prowess
in combat. At the gates
of the Inner Sanctum
she swore her allegiance
to Sirin, promising
eternal servitude to
the queen in return for
just a glimpse at her
training regiment.
Baffled, Sirin accepted
her offer; even more
baffling was when
Safiya’s facial scales
turned a bright purple
as the Serthis mumbled thanks.

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A locket given to Sirin
by an old travelling
companion. It’s been
well cared for; not a
speck of dirt mars its
copper surface. Within
is a single wicked
tooth, splattered with
blood and bits of gunk.
Although rather
unbefitting of such a
beautiful locket, Sirin
regards the tooth with
saddening nostalgia.
None have asked the
queen what goes through her mind when she sets eyes upon it.

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KEEPSAKE.

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The ashy smell of this
toy might seem
repugnant to some,
but drew in Sirin
instantly. As a
hatchling this was
her favorite toy;
despite it being better
off as kindling, the
young nocturne used
this toy to manage
her potent firepower.
Not wanting to harm
its fragile wooden
structure, Sirin’s care
for the toy eventually
put out the fires that
constantly engulfed
her as a hatchling.

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Something else caught her eye in the shadows. A glimmer of something else in the dark. It was metallic and shone the light back in glittering rainbows. She watched as a paw suddenly reached out from the shadows and grab a reveler by the shoulder, putting a silver blade to their throat and-

xxxxxHer cry was too late.

xxxxxTheir life was gone in an instant. The mercenaries could only stare in horror as the shadows twisted and sprang to life. An ambush! Bodies began hitting the floor left and right as the onslaught descended upon them. Panic spread like a wildfire through the crowd, cheers turning into screams of terror as the darkness consumed one dragon after another. They surged towards the surface in one crazed horde, trampling over each other in a desperate attempt to flee from the bloodbath below.

xxxxxI need to run.

xxxxxTrapped between the escaping dragons and the few that remained to stem their assailants, Sirin could only watch the carnage unfold. Arrows and bolts of elemental energy whizzed past her, but she didn’t care. Time seemed to slow to a crawl, every dying scream seared into her memory. Dragons were being cut down all around her, lives stamped out like cinders of a dying fire. Blades sang through the air and found their marks with yells of pain.

xxxxxI need to move.

xxxxxThe crowd was thinning. Only a few had slipped past the destruction unleashed by the defenders of the lair. The last of Sirin’s companions had fallen, their bodies littering the ground around her. They had told her to run, but she didn’t. Why didn’t she move? Why couldn’t she go? Hot tears burned her eyes, falling away and dissolving into steam as they hit the ground. The laughter they shared, the plans they had made for the future, had all vanished in an instant. She would never hear their voices again. Their twisted forms would be the last memories of her bittersweet youth. The walls of dragon flesh protecting the heiress had fallen. Seeing Sirin alone and defenseless, they turned their blades on her. No. This wasn’t her end. Sirin finally began to move, wiping a tear away from her eye.
boga

It boiled her scales away, leaving behind a patch of raw red skin. A blade whistled towards Sirin from behind. Before the weapon could make contact with her scales it began to warp and liquefy, the blade turning to molten metal in its user’s hand. They let go and it dropped to the ground, forming a puddle of steel at their feet. Sirin turned her head slowly. Grasping the claws of the dragon that attacked her, they began to scream and writhe in agony as fire surged through their veins. Their scales began to glow and dissolve into nothing; after mere seconds, they were nothing more than cinders to be brushed away. Sirin was done crying; done being the mascot of a dead group of mercenaries. They had helped her turn into a powerful dragon, and she would repay them by smiting their enemies with the heat of her wrath.

xxxxxI need to fight.

xxxxxNothing but golden rage burned behind Sirin’s eyes as she sprang into action with a searing wave of heat, melting armor and blades alike. The Blue Phoenix came to life, a living inferno of rage and desperation. She was too late to save her friends, so burning claws would sear their legacy into every last dragon she could lay her talons on. It was their turn to flee; the defenders began pouring out of the lair while dunes of ashes formed within the caves. They were going nowhere. Sirin opened her mouth and bellowed a war cry of flame, turning the entrance to magma and trapping the remaining enemies within. They had begun regaining their wits, the ice mages among them gathering to try and restrain the phoenix. The blasts of ice stung, snapping Sirin out of her trance. And in that moment, she saw her course of action. She’d come too far to let anyone escape. Her final wish was to see her friends avenged. The thought of seeing her friends- her family- again filled her with joy. Her wish began to glow within her, taking shape and gathering strength. She longed for them, wished for their reassuring words and hoped for their warm smiles and bear hugs. Sirin closed her eyes and smiled. She’d see them soon.

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xxxxxIt didn’t take long for the Summit Clan’s scouts to find Sirin in the remains of the clan. By remains, there was nothing but a crater signifying that there had ever been a clan here. And at the very bottom of it laid Sirin, sound asleep and unharmed. They quickly sent word back to the clan, then escorted the sleeping princess to her home once more.

xxxxxSirin awoke with a groan. Where was she? The room she awoke in was strangely familiar. She studied the stained glass window; it was distorted slightly, the glass seemingly pooled at the bottom of the design. The memories slowly came back to her. After all those years, she had finally returned to her childhood bedroom. Where were her companions? Was she alive? She rolled out of the satin nest she lay in, and limped towards the ornate doors on the other side of the room. Butterflies blossomed in her stomach. All her answers were on the other side of this door; she had to be strong. She set her worries aside and slowly pushed open the doors.

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