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Lamia

(#42215014)

Level 10 Coatl

Pega

Red-Breasted Hainu

Energy: 50/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

7.75 m

Wingspan

8.17 m

Weight

1081.53 kg

Genetics

Maroon
Petals

Maroon
Butterfly

Cream
Glimmer

Hatchday

Jun 05, 2018
(5 years)

Breed

Adult
Coatl

Eye Type

Nature
Common

Level 10 Coatl

EXP: 27416 / 27676

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

Biography

Lamia

“I'm going to need more fabric...”

Age: Around 4 centuries.
Clan Role(s): Seamstress.
Mate: Thistle
Offspring: Claudia (adopted)
Family Within Clan: "Hatchlings grow too fast to sew for..."

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History

Lamia is a recent addition to The Stricken, she had originally only visited as seamstress to Moss as she was an apprentice to a well-known ceremonial robe maker in the Viridian forest. Moss needed new robes fairly, regularly as the harsh plant life of the wasteland would tear at the delicate material, as journeying to the Ashfall Wastes was an undesirable job (though Moss paid too well to be refused) it was assigned to Lamia. On one of her many visits to the clan she happened to bump into the Clan Historian Thistle. She was struck immediately (as is everyone who sees him) By the Wildclaw’s incredible beauty and was confused why such a dragon would live in such an ugly place as this wearing nothing but what seemed to her rags. He refused to talk to her on their first meeting, and on their second, but on her third visit she was determined and had Moss invite him to her chambers when Lamia was there.
After some prompting by Moss he finally agreed to tell his tale. Her heart broke for him over and over again as she heard a long litany of betrayal and heartbreak that led Thistle to turn away from his home and seek a people who could see past his exterior to value him for his mind. When she returned to the forest she began a secret project alongside her apprentice duties. To her horror her master told her she would not need to return to The Stricken again- that role would go to a lower ranking apprentice as her skills were needed there. After some begging and crying her master granted her one last trip to the wastelands “to say goodbye” though her master was utterly bemused by her request.
When she got there, she began searching out Thistle before even saying hello to moss or any of the friends she had made on her many trips. She ran through the obsidian corridors thinking how the place didn’t look nearly as ugly as it did when she first arrived. She got lost several times and in her slightly frantic panic her resolve began to wane. What if he hated it? She hardly knew him, was she doing the exact thing those people from years before had? She finally made it to his chamber and stood in the entrance humming nervously. Eventually she became overwhelmed and tossed the package she had brought into his room and sped away without even looking to see if he was in there.
Thistle was happily studying inside though a little bemused as to what that irritating buzzing noise was and was about to go investigate when a colourful package hit him squarely in the face. He turned it in his claws a few times and saw his name written on it in beautiful looping handwriting. He opened it. Inside was a robe, ice blue cut for a wildclaw. But not just any robe, it was a perfect replica of the ancient robes worn by early historians of the Icewarden’s domain historically accurate to the last detail. When he went to find Lamia to thank her (No one else could have made work this fine) she had already left.
And so began his great letter writing campaign, this woman had tried her best to get to know him and he had pushed her away instinctively. Yet with only one conversation between them she had managed to make him a gift that was perfect for him as if she already knew him. She found his early letters confusing so she did not reply, she was still far too embarrassed and the letters he sent seemed oddly clinical simply stating facts one after another. Aldero noticed something was up with Thistle they had known one another for centuries. Aldero managed to wrestle the problem out of thistle (quite literally he wrestled him until he told). Aldero then decided to coach Thistle in the art of romance. Aldero is not the most literate dragon but he is passionate and between him and Thistle’s skill of writings they managed to put Thistle’s feelings onto the paper. These warmer letters coaxed Lamia into responding and before long the pair were writing to each other every chance they could. When Lamia completed her apprenticeship she turned down her master’s offer of permanent employment and headed straight to the wasteland were she remains.
She is probably the only reason anyone in the clan even bothers to wear clothes that aren’t armour. She finds great inspiration from the harsh landscape and spends much of her time chatting about design with Lavender and refitting the clan with new outfits as they inevitably tear everything she makes to shreds.

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