Akaros
(#39246706)
Level 1 Imperial
Familiar
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Fire.
Male Imperial
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
21.72 m
Wingspan
17.04 m
Weight
8605.42 kg
Genetics
Raspberry
Metallic
Metallic
Sunshine
Shimmer
Shimmer
Metals
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
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Akaros was always one for... excess. Excessive effort, excessive flair, excessive passion... A passion which... Really, it couldn’t be stopped, or even slowed. Akaros did everything with a vibrant intensity, especially in his earlier years, and that intensity carried on into his life during and after his tutoring, though he never quite fit the role of “subterfuge”. For one, he held an immense fascination with magic, and how things looked throughout the process of being burned. He tasted the fragrance of ash, and watched the warmth spread, and... on more than one occasion, nearly burned down entire libraries what with his love for fire, and his enthusiasm for trying things he read about, usually on the book he read from, neighboring books - very flammable, you see - or on the wooden floor. Simple library accidents would soon turn to great wildfires in the woods, being spurned from practicing - much less existing - in the library as he was. And, as with all things of this nature, he found great pleasure in the act. Burning a forest was grand, it was noteworthy, and, at least to him, it was an exuberant occasion, to exist in the middle of utter carnage, to shift through swirling cinders and ash, to breathe in smoke and crush the glowing coals in his claws when it was all nearly through. The heat of it, the pleasure in being in the center of this chorus of sensations, and that sense of ultimate power that came from seeing a world of many colors of grey, gold, and crimson born from life’s end... He couldn’t get enough of it, and would continue with his burnings, consequences be damned. Among other things - the likes of which fade in and out of his focus over time - another subject of his ever-fervent fascination was... Love. It, too, was all-consuming, suitably dangerous for most living things involved, and quick to burn, and burn out. There were no ashes, no great expanse of fallout to the end of love, but, it was of no less consequence, as there was an invisible sense of devastation in its end... Especially when he held a loose amount of control throughout the course of it. In love, there was power to be had, and in holding that power - any power, really - there was always glory. And glory, well. Glory would always be a product of excess, of which his adoration would never expire.
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We strive, first and foremost, for Excellence.
Those born under the banner of the Fallen Sun are, and always will be, the prime example of their kind. They are trained from a young age to know the ins and outs of being what they must be, to succeed in infiltrating the ranks of the beastclan forces. Specifically, the children of Aleva specialize in becoming the Serthis Beastclan, and have their mother’s hatred for the enemy ingrained in them. It may make it difficult to reorient them towards thinking of the Serthis as allies, much less any Beastclan as a potential ally, for that matter. It is their way of life, all they’ve ever known, after all. The enemy is never to be trusted. Never to be mingled with in a manner of true amicability. But it is, of course, perfectly acceptable to play pretense with them, to convince them that they have an ally in you. This is how it has always been. And it is what they are best at. They are learned in the ways of deception, conniving and cunning minds filled with the knowledge of the workings of the people, primed for finding the best use of manipulation in any situation. Gilded liars in their finest glory, to be sent out among the enemy and wreak havoc from within. While they may have a taste for the finer things of life, children of Aleva know when to adorn themselves in jewels and pretty things, and when it is best to suppress their ingrained desire for riches. Their mother is one for excess, thus, their learned way of self-expression of any sort is in the outward appearance, and in glittering, shining things. Some are more naturally scholars than charismatic fiends, sure, but the love for riches and jewels is no less, even among the studious. And, mind, behind those glittering eyes, pretty forms, and glimmering silver tongues - regardless of outward appearance, charismatic appeal, or boundless knowledge - is a cold-blooded mercenary like any other. They know how to kill, and they know how to do it well.
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