Hope
(#39634992)
Level 1 Fae
Familiar
Lightning Sprite
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Lightning.
Female Fae
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
1.6 m
Wingspan
1 m
Weight
2.25 kg
Genetics
Lead
Skink
Skink
Cyan
Spinner
Spinner
Robin
Capsule
Capsule
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Fae
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
6
INT
8
VIT
5
MND
8
Biography
HOARD:
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"Thank you for stopping by. I accept any and all sacrifices on behalf of the Stormcatcher." ABOUT HOPE Chaos mars her earliest memories. In her darkest, most private thoughts, she can still hear the scream of wind and feel the force of the gale battering her lost and broken body. The rain falls around her in unending sheets, soaking her wings and obscuring her vision, making it impossible for her to fly, to get away. Weakly, she flutters from one rock outcropping to the next, but there is no escape from the torrent. Perhaps it would have been easier to fall to the earth and let the elements take her away, but somehow she finds shelter in the skull of a long dead gargantuan creature. Crawling her way inside through the empty eye sockets, she curls herself into a ball a frail attempt at protection. Her shelter is dark and damp, but it was paradise compared to the swirl of madness outside. She wonders how long it would be before the chaos finds her again, but it does not happen. As she stared out of those morbid windows, lightning forks through the darkened skies, dazzling her with its sudden brilliance. The sight stops the advent of fear right in its tracks before driving it away entirely. A dance is happening right in front of her eyes as electric cracks form in the skies as if about to rend it apart. Nothing could stop the lightning... the wind could not alter its course, nor the rain water wash it away. It seems to fill her up too, suffusing her limbs and her veins with newfound vigor. Later, when the storm has finally spent its anger, she slips out of the skull like a chrysalis splitting into a butterfly. Living a life without purpose was a terrible thing. She was about to prove that having too much was worse. ~ She was named Hope by optimistic parents, a pair of loving but aged Fae who had long ago come to terms that they would never have children. The nest of two eggs was a great boon with neither parent leaving it for very long. They doted upon the hatchlings as soon as they emerged. A girl and a boy, who, in the eyes of their parents could do no wrong. Perhaps if Fate had been kinder to Hope she would have seen a more peaceful life, but, as it is, she does not remember her kind parents or her little brother. They were part of an ancient colony, and in the end, it was the age and sheer size of the community that brought along catastrophe. Too many nests caused a collapse and Hope was separated from her family forever. Injured and traumatized, the little Fae escaped only with her life and her name. She searched for meaning in her lonely travels, unable to get by on tattered memories but unable to pinpoint what she needed. Hope found herself in the Carrion Canyon, quickly getting caught in a storm. She was introduced to lightning that day, the forking electric crackles filling up the void inside her with newfound purpose. Since then, Hope has lingered in the realm of the Stormcatcher and has dedicated her life to serving him. The days and weeks and months that she spent learning all about him was akin to a fever dream, all of it culminating with her tapping into the ley lines and bringing down a storm of her own. Over time Hope found a clan and chose to settle down with it. There are some that are dubious to her claim of being a priestess of the Stormcatcher, but it is very telling that none have chosen to question her yet. Not only is Hope in tune with her elemental affinity, she is calmly logical to the point of being eerie. Perhaps her detractors would have been able to refute her claims if she only represented whimsical magic, but Hope oozes practicality. She talks about productivity and advocates for increased output, and her words sings to these ambitious dragons of technology and innovation. Her demands for more sacrifices to the Stormcatcher sits uneasily in their hearts, but none have spoken out. As for Hope, well, she has promised herself that if her life was to be chaos than she would be the most violent thing there. However, she is well aware that even storms tire, and fears what will happen when the day comes, and she has nothing left to give to the Stormcatcher. On top of it all, she finds herself drawn more and more to watching the clan's children at play. Their interactions with their caretakers tug on barely-there memories. In the heart of the storm, something else stirs. Credit: ♥ |
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