Dagmar
(#38601841)
Level 1 Skydancer
Familiar
Molten Marauder
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Female Skydancer
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.84 m
Wingspan
6.61 m
Weight
492.43 kg
Genetics
Dirt
Skink
Skink
Ginger
Butterfly
Butterfly
Bronze
Capsule
Capsule
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Skydancer
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
7
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
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DAGMAR the REDEEMER psychology undergrad |
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It took a few moments for Dagmar’s vision to adjust to the sultry dimness of the room. A liquid bass line and a hint of some tenor’s mellow croon filtered between the bodies that crowded the space, all reduced to lounging shadows among sputtering gas lamps and gauzy silk curtains. Dagmar kept her head down, trying not to meet the curious, unhurried gazes of the den’s patrons. She caught a glimpse of round orange beads clicking around a delicately tattooed wrist, a stream of amber tea– still steaming– poured into a cup of hammered metal. The ruddy lantern light would sometimes reveal a familiar nose or lip, but as the shadows shifted, they would fade away into strangers again. Pushing her way through one last brocade curtain, Dagmar came upon a smaller hallway, this one even dimmer than the outer room. Jeez, this gives me the creeps. It feels like I'm somewhere I shouldn't be, she thought, the scrap of paper in her fist growing damp with sweat. Dagmar flinched when a hand landed on her shoulder, pushing her back. A rough voice cut through the dark. “Where do you think you’re–” Dagmar raised her head, catching the speaker’s eyes as they widened. “Dagmar?” he said. A mop of curly black hair framed his unusually pale, freckled face– August from her psychology class, of all people. |
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“August? What are you doing here?” Dagmar asked in a harsh whisper. August's hand dropped from her shoulder to her forearm. His face settled into a familiar scowl. “I work here. You’re the first person to recognize me in a couple months, so shut up about it, or my boss’ll hear.” He looked past her, then behind him to the door at the end of the hallway. “What are you doing back here? Looking for the bathroom? It’s on the other side–” Dagmar rolled her eyes. “No, and I didn’t just come here to laze around and get high on Angel’s Breath. I need to talk to... your boss, I guess. If he’s who I think he is.” August shook his head quickly, pushing Dagmar out toward the main room. “I can’t do that. He hates seeing Ragnol kids here. Just go and forget about all this.” Dagmar batted August off of her. He was nearly a head taller than her, but it surprised him enough for him to shut up and stand still for a moment. “I can’t just go,” she hissed. “I have to ask about my brother.” August stopped and tilted his head. “Chauncey?” Hearing someone else say his name sent an uneasy feeling dripping down her spine. “How did you know... what he was called?” “You mentioned it in a class discussion once.” He chewed his lip, glancing down the hallway again. Something about it must have changed his mind; he ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “I… alright. But it’s not my fault if the boss kicks you out.” August led her down to the unlabeled door, inserting a small bronze key into the lock and twisting it deftly, cracking the door open to spill a stream of light through the hall. He looked down, biting his cheek for a moment, then called, “Someone here to see you, Ronan.” |
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» dagmar had an older brother named chauncey who also attended ragnol. while biking to class, he was struck by a hit-and-run driver and killed. the two siblings were very close, and dagmar does not like to mention his death. » although she is often quite private and cold, dagmar is somehow quite popular. despite this she does not have any one individual who she considers her best friend. » she desperately wishes to be in love, but has trouble forming meaningful relationships. |
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likes: coffee, crosswords, jazz music, down blankets, wool knits, tropical fruit |
dislikes: rainy days, sudoku, the smell of gasoline, broken streetlamps, hard boiled eggs _________________________________________________________ |
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