Credence
(#4170587)
The Mask
Familiar
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Energy: 45/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Male Skydancer
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.48 m
Wingspan
6.12 m
Weight
439.37 kg
Genetics
Cream
Jaguar
Jaguar
Black
Shimmer
Shimmer
Taupe
Capsule
Capsule
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 8 Skydancer
EXP: 504 / 16009
STR
40
AGI
6
DEF
8
QCK
16
INT
5
VIT
20
MND
6
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
§ CREDENCE §
The Mask
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Orientation ? Gender male | he/him Music ♪ Faceclaim ? |
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Pronunciation kree-dehns Meaning Sornen: "Truth" Alignment Chaotic Neutral Mate None |
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"How can I serve you?"
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Strangely elegant forest boy just showed up one day. Because of his appearance, he's favored by the fey of the clan. He also seems to have taken a liking to Ahazraal.
Something about him is just... so strangely familiar.
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"It's not often that we're paid a visit by the fey," said Sif, looking over the small crowd. She started when a skydancer stepped forward. She racked her brains for his name, but it didn't come to her. Where had she seen him before? He wasn't fey--had he been one of the Tree Children? He looked the part, but vaguely enough that she didn't think Culoshelin would have picked him up. Embarrassed that she couldn't remember where she knew him from, she shuffled and smiled uncomfortably.
"This is Credence," said Culoshelin affectionately, and the skydancer cast her a sweet smile.
Credence, thought Sif. Credence, Credence... No, she hadn't met him before. She shook her head. All the Tree Children were beginning to blend together in her head.
"I just arrived in the territory," said the skydancer.
Oh.
"I hoped to find a place to sleep and work here," he said. "Could I be directed to your Queen?"
Sif resisted turning to look at the broken palace behind her. They could use extra able bodies wherever they could get them, whether or not it was the fey who brought them. The strange little dragons looked so different without the fire of war and Arcane magic in their eyes. She nodded and ushered Credence inside after he said his goodbyes to the feys who had found him first.
The skydancer kept pace with her as they made their way through the vaulted corridors, chatting amiably. He seemed unperturbed by the destruction around him, only noting that it was a crying shame such a beautiful building had been attacked.
When they reached the Queen's chambers, Sif paused. The wind rushing freely through the cracked walls was making her shiver even as she reached to knock and let herself in.
Amdiffyn looked up from the desk of her solar and a strange look crossed her face before she gave a tired smile.
"A visitor, at this time?" she asked, getting to her feet. Despite everything, she was the very picture of beauty, dripping with gauzy silks--and fewer jewels than usual. "What brings you to our ruins?"
Credence cut a low bow before introducing himself. "Queen Amdiffyn, I've heard much of you," he said softly. "I was hoping that I could find a place in the Fletching Clan. I've been traveling for a long time, and I thought I could offer my services as an adviser, perhaps." He smiled. "But the vistas here are so beautiful that I'd be happy just to help where I'm needed."
The strange expression edged in around Amdiffyn's features again as Credence began to talk, but she put it away. "We're grateful for any help we can find here," she said. "You must understand that we're low on resources, so the life here is not as luxurious as you may have heard."
Credence waved his hand dismissively. "Not a worry," he responded.
Amdiffyn nodded slowly. "Well, as you have a decent knowledge of the world, I'd ask that you check in with our manager of trade, Centiel, and together find Fynzel. The two of them can see where you can help us best."
As she talked, her fingers tapped idly on the marble surface of her desk. Just as Credence was opening his mouth to say his farewells, she put up her hand to silence him, and fixed him with a hard look. "We don't trust easily here, after the war. You must forgive us if we don't accept you as easily as we might have in the past. If you prove yourself to have good intentions, then your place will be permanent, but otherwise, we have plenty of surviving soldiers who would be more than happy to escort you off the premises."
Sif tried not to show it, but she was shocked by the sudden change of tone. She had brought countless visitors and potential clan members to the Queen in the past, but she had never issued such warnings. They had welcomed in thieves and warlords unknowingly because of their generosity--it had never put more than small dents in their economy because of their expert financial advisers, treasury keepers, and soothsayers--but Amdiffyn had never raised her hackles to any suspicious characters.
But Credence merely smiled and bowed again. "Thank you, Queen," he said, calm as ever.
Something about him is just... so strangely familiar.
-
"It's not often that we're paid a visit by the fey," said Sif, looking over the small crowd. She started when a skydancer stepped forward. She racked her brains for his name, but it didn't come to her. Where had she seen him before? He wasn't fey--had he been one of the Tree Children? He looked the part, but vaguely enough that she didn't think Culoshelin would have picked him up. Embarrassed that she couldn't remember where she knew him from, she shuffled and smiled uncomfortably.
"This is Credence," said Culoshelin affectionately, and the skydancer cast her a sweet smile.
Credence, thought Sif. Credence, Credence... No, she hadn't met him before. She shook her head. All the Tree Children were beginning to blend together in her head.
"I just arrived in the territory," said the skydancer.
Oh.
"I hoped to find a place to sleep and work here," he said. "Could I be directed to your Queen?"
Sif resisted turning to look at the broken palace behind her. They could use extra able bodies wherever they could get them, whether or not it was the fey who brought them. The strange little dragons looked so different without the fire of war and Arcane magic in their eyes. She nodded and ushered Credence inside after he said his goodbyes to the feys who had found him first.
The skydancer kept pace with her as they made their way through the vaulted corridors, chatting amiably. He seemed unperturbed by the destruction around him, only noting that it was a crying shame such a beautiful building had been attacked.
When they reached the Queen's chambers, Sif paused. The wind rushing freely through the cracked walls was making her shiver even as she reached to knock and let herself in.
Amdiffyn looked up from the desk of her solar and a strange look crossed her face before she gave a tired smile.
"A visitor, at this time?" she asked, getting to her feet. Despite everything, she was the very picture of beauty, dripping with gauzy silks--and fewer jewels than usual. "What brings you to our ruins?"
Credence cut a low bow before introducing himself. "Queen Amdiffyn, I've heard much of you," he said softly. "I was hoping that I could find a place in the Fletching Clan. I've been traveling for a long time, and I thought I could offer my services as an adviser, perhaps." He smiled. "But the vistas here are so beautiful that I'd be happy just to help where I'm needed."
The strange expression edged in around Amdiffyn's features again as Credence began to talk, but she put it away. "We're grateful for any help we can find here," she said. "You must understand that we're low on resources, so the life here is not as luxurious as you may have heard."
Credence waved his hand dismissively. "Not a worry," he responded.
Amdiffyn nodded slowly. "Well, as you have a decent knowledge of the world, I'd ask that you check in with our manager of trade, Centiel, and together find Fynzel. The two of them can see where you can help us best."
As she talked, her fingers tapped idly on the marble surface of her desk. Just as Credence was opening his mouth to say his farewells, she put up her hand to silence him, and fixed him with a hard look. "We don't trust easily here, after the war. You must forgive us if we don't accept you as easily as we might have in the past. If you prove yourself to have good intentions, then your place will be permanent, but otherwise, we have plenty of surviving soldiers who would be more than happy to escort you off the premises."
Sif tried not to show it, but she was shocked by the sudden change of tone. She had brought countless visitors and potential clan members to the Queen in the past, but she had never issued such warnings. They had welcomed in thieves and warlords unknowingly because of their generosity--it had never put more than small dents in their economy because of their expert financial advisers, treasury keepers, and soothsayers--but Amdiffyn had never raised her hackles to any suspicious characters.
But Credence merely smiled and bowed again. "Thank you, Queen," he said, calm as ever.
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