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Alwen

(#39531940)

A New Nightmare

Familiar

Iron Golem

Energy: 50/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

7.11 m

Wingspan

5.28 m

Weight

504.17 kg

Genetics

Obsidian
Falcon

Obsidian
Peregrine

Radioactive
Lace

Hatchday

Feb 16, 2018
(6 years)

Breed

Adult
Pearlcatcher

Eye Type

Ice
Common

Level 7 Pearlcatcher

EXP: 1346 / 11881

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Delano
Bunee

Offspring

Biography

ALWEN
THE NIGHTMARE

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PRONOUNS
Cor/Corpse/Corpself

ORIENTATION
Queer

OCCUPATION
Night Realm Guard | Nightmare King

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"What happens when your soul refuses to turn to the stars?"

Alwen once was a living, breathing soul, a pearlcatcher who had found a place within the tangled vines and living shadows of a slowly dying clan. Cor had friends, a home amongst the dragons that travelled beyond the tangled vines of Shadow and into the rotten charred wastes of Plague. Alwen was even offered a physical home, amongst the roots of the great autumnal tree of Ansteadmire, where everyone was family, and nobody would be alone. And that was home, for a while. Apprenticed under Prisma and working with another apprentice, Kokiri, Alwen found corpself happy. Comfortable, even. Though quiet and naturally reclusive, cor never felt out of place living in Ansteadmire.

Of course, comfort never lasts, and when Prisma heard tales of how potent the magic in Silverveil was, he requested Alwen come with him for research. "You need to get out more anyway," Prisma had said, wearing that smile that said Alwen had no choice. "I can't imagine being cooped up in the shop all day does you any good."

And so Alwen packed up to join the dragons of Stoneshroud on their annual migration to Silverveil, bidding a brief farewell to Kokiri, who Alwen had come to care for over time. Travelling with the dragons of Stoneshroud found Alwen and Prisma learning of the sister clan to Ansteadmire- how it was run by the son of the Lich Queen, and how their god resides with them, always expanding the vast underground city to fit the growing population. They learn of the odd way magic flows in Silverveil, of the thin line between the waking world and the dreamers. Of the Night Realms and their potential beauty, if one is willing to brave the horrors within. Of the Moon Eater and his court of stars come from the heavens to guard over the residents of Silverveil. Of the living statue, who when they meet, Alwen remembers as the astrologist Bluebell, who had recently awoken from a centuries-long curse, and who had left the original dying clan long before anyone else had the sense to.

Living in Silverveil was an altogether new and disorienting experience for Alwen. The constantly shifting city, the way the sky bleeds into the earth, the clouds underfoot that stood firm yet felt like walking atop a thin layer of cotton, the way the air here tasted of pure, untamed magic- it was all so much. Too much, at times, and Alwen often found corpself wandering, trying to find a place of normalcy amidst the realm where dreams mixed with reality so much more often than Alwen liked. And corpse wanderings lead cor to the Night Realms.

The Night Realms, as Alwen soon learned, are a dangerous part of the Realm of Dreamers where nightmares manifest, and only dragons blessed by the Moon Eater can safely navigate the twisting hellscape of the Night Realms. Entering alone is often fatal, and Alwen met corpse end at the hand of the King of Nightmares. Yet, death in Silverveil is different than in Sornieth. Death in the Night Realms is even more so. See, the soul has to want to move on- to want to return to the stars and rest. But, what happens when a soul refuses to turn to the stars? What happens if you were never blessed by the Moon Eater?

Alwen came back- twisted bones and torn flesh stitched itself back together, where once Alwen's body lay, now cor stood, no longer a dragon but a creature of the Night Realms, soul shaped now to fit the mold of mindless nightmare. But Alwen refused. And the King of Nightmares held out a bloodied hand, asked the now undead creature to be one with the Court of Rancour. And Alwen refused.

Nobody knows exactly what happened to Alwen when cor went missing just a week before cor and Prisma were set to travel back to Ansteadmire. As far as everyone was aware, Alwen had wandered alone into the Night Realms, and when a search party found nothing left of cor, it was just assumed corpse had died, and joined the stars. Yet when Kokiri had arrived, distraught at the news of Alwen's death, he was met with a familiar face. Standing at the entrance to the Night Realms, no longer the quiet pearlcatcher of months previous, stood Alwen, donning the crown of the Nightmare King, and quietly, but firmly, telling Kokiri not to enter alone.

✤ INVENTORY
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✤ RELATIONS
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PRISMA ; Alwen's old mentor

KOKIRI ; Apprentice alongside Alwen | Crush

KENTA ; Friend

XIN ; Friend

REVEN ; Friend

Alwen's Vibes

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