Leto
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Changes are about to begin and now my blood is boiling
Familiar
Iron Golem
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Male Imperial
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
19.85 m
Wingspan
24.32 m
Weight
6033.97 kg
Genetics
Silver
Falcon
Falcon
Driftwood
Butterfly
Butterfly
Clay
Runes
Runes
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Imperial
Max Level
STR
104
AGI
32
DEF
10
QCK
50
INT
8
VIT
30
MND
10
Biography
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Unlike the first born, his older siblings, Leto was less blessed with the attention of his parents, he shared the nest with the shifty Avna, he hated his twin almost instantly the moment they had crawled out of their eggs, Avna knew it and still kept doing this. The crying and weeping for attention. It made Leto sick from a young age on, showing weakness, tears, how disgusting. Even when their mother died when they were still children, barely reaching their father’s knee in height, Leto refused stubbornly to cry, he gnashed his teeth, dug his claws into his palm, anything to keep the tears at bay and the pain hidden. In some way this pain, the grief - even if Ayura was an absent parent at best - showed him a way to live, one he had never left for the rest of his life. Leto thought of himself as the new promise child, since Magnus had the one thing that embodied all the evil in this world, magic. Locked away like he should be, the key should be thrown away, but of course Soh would protest, worse, even his father, the very idol in Leto’s angry life, seemed to cling at the tainted, vile creature that was Magnus. Even seeing the fake smiles of his older brother made Leto’s stomach turn and filled him with rage. Why was everyone falling for this freakshow? Just like his mother before, Leto was a master in turning his jealousy in black, tar like hatred, to use it as the fuel that kept him going like a fatal oil fire, unstoppable and resistant to any kind of wisdom or advice. Since Avna was too much of a coward to fight like a man, Leto took it all upon himself to make his dad proud by turning into a beast of a warrior, he used his fangs and claws and his sword, rushed blindly into battle, his sight tinted red as here he could let it all out. All the unfair treatment, the refusal to even acknowledge his best attempts or successes, it all became no longer important when he was hacking and slashing away at enemies, projecting the faces that drove him this far onto them and let it all out on them. It was no surprise to anyone but Leto that he barely got any missions for the Rebellion, he was hot headed, stubborn, raging all the time, he didn’t care for his own well being and more than once risked the lives of his comrades with his reckless approach to a fight. His attitude however became useful for him, when the war turned less sneak and destroy and rather all out in the open. Magic flew all around him, was like raindrops on his scales, so easy could he shake it off, rushing onwards and further than anyone else dared, until he came face to face with two of the false Masters. The drip-drop of magical bolts turned into an onslaught as the Master of Spells showed his ugly face, unleashed whatever he had against Leto. And like a dog at its master’s heel, the War master joined, attacked his back and almost caught Leto of guard. Two against one normally meant the end of the reckless one that charged blindly ahead, but Leto was stubborn, was the son of Crovil Kupferrune, the rightful one to continue on the family name should his father ever fall, he had done nothing but fighting since opening his eyes. Fighting for attention, for love, for food and later to simply be able to breathe. He ignored the wounds, pushed through the pain the Master of War inflicted on him, his blood stained the soil beneath him, turned the golden grass red, yet Leto kept fighting, aimed with one last, devastating attack for the Master of Spells, all but ripped one of his arms off before they broke away, before the signal of retreat echoed over the battlefield. Leto, armed with his prey, ignored the trail of red he left with every step, rushed past all the tired, injured fighters straight towards his father, now he would finally get what he wanted, the pat on his head, the little words of praise. While he imagined it all in his head, smiling, Crovil only looked at him with anger and disgust, didn’t even let him finish instead he demanded to know why Leto hadn’t took down the Shade Prince, completely ignoring that he had positioned Leto at the other end of the battlefield, not caring that his son had fought and taken down two masters at once. The smile fell off Leto’s face, he stared at his father with disbelief, before dropping the ripped off arm, running away like he had always done ever since childhood, running away when he did not got what he wanted, hiding in some dark corner to lick his wounds and fuel the hate within. Monsters are not born, Leto was not born like this, but like monsters are made, so was he formed and shaped, turned into nothing more than a burning tool. But it was only a question of time until the hate spilled over, until the monster turned and bites the hand that holds it leash. |
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