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Sprocket

(#43315591)

Level 8 Guardian

Familiar

Ghost Manticore

Energy: 44/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

17.63 m

Wingspan

18.04 m

Weight

10341.31 kg

Genetics

Copper
Crystal

Copper
Alloy

Copper
Capsule

Hatchday

Jul 10, 2018
(5 years)

Breed

Adult
Guardian

Eye Type

Ice
Unusual

Level 8 Guardian

EXP: 8098 / 16009

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Tawny
Henna

Offspring

none

Biography

THE TRUTH-SEER
Truth-seer | Medium | Soul-watcher

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“I am truth seer and soul watcher, keeper of sorrow and peace.”

- SPROCKET -

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Don’t let her look at you, those who know her would say. Keep her at an arm’s length, keep her away, because she can see everything. Despite her whimsical name, Sprocket is a truth-seer, one of the most talented of her age. She can see into the past of an individual, and the longer she spends around a dragon, the more she knows. It doesn’t matter if they are dead or alive. A day spent on a dragon’s grave will tell her how they died. A month might tell her how they lived. A year, and she would know nearly everything. However, with the living she must be so much more careful.

She hides it if she can, because she has learned just how much dragons fear their secrets coming to light. More than one scar mars her crystalline hide, each a painful reminder to never say too much. Countless knives and claws have found their way into her skin. All because she was given the gift. It began with the death of her charge, the event that turned her story into a tragedy. He was still so young, and a foolish mistake on her part had cost him his life. Sprocket wept over his grave for weeks, begging never to forget the drake. But she did more than simply not forget.

She started to remember. Remember things that she had never seen or heard. Sprocket remembered every thought he ever had; every hope, every dream, everything he had done was stored in her mind. She would move on eventually, but he never left her mind. She would discover only later that he was not the only one that she knew. Every dragon she passed had a secret. The more she stayed, the more she knew. Though these memories were never quite as complete as those of her charge, they were still ever-present, pressing upon her.

She tries to hide it. She tries to hide the horror she feels when she realizes that this dragon has killed a parent. That this one let another die. Because it is the darkest memories that reach out first. They want to be remembered. There are a few dragons in the clan that are immune to her power. Some of them have magical protection, such as Fethryn, Aracaryn, and Barty, others just have some natural resistance to her gift, and Sprocket doesn’t question it.

Onyx is the rare exception. Initially, Sprocket felt waves of irritation coming from the dragoness, but they only brushed her consciousness, they didn’t suffocate her like the pain of most dragons. Later, she drew experimentally closer to the mysterious dragoness only to find that Onyx’s thoughts focused solely on her work. Where in Earthshaker’s name is my chisel? Perhaps just a titch to the right with this line, that’s better…Did he honestly think Cedar was the best material for this table…Bah! This will never work! It was an unending stream of thoughts, without the slightest detraction from the work at hand. In the steady thrum of Onyx’s thoughts, Sprocket found a rare thing: peace.

Gradually she made a place for herself in Onyx’s workshop. It was a corner, close to the woodpile, where the guardian could curl up and watch the carpentress work. All she had to do was occasionally hand her the next piece or rummage through the mess to find a particular tool. She passes hours in companionable silence with Onyx, and their friendship extends beyond the workshop. The two are seldom seem without each other, a situation that is helped by Onyx's distaste for romance.

Surrounded by the scaps of Onyx’s work, Sprocket managed to find a role for herself in the clan. Although her carpentry falls short of Onyx’s masterpieces, no hatchling finds themselves disappointed with one of her toys. To Onyx’s disapproval, Sprocket occasionally wanders into Brazen’s workshop to collect a few metal scraps to supplement her work. In one particular skill does Sprocket excel. Her music boxes are beautifully made, and they play haunting melodies never heard before in Sornieth. Little do their owners know that the music is composed of tears and sorrow and memories, and perhaps that is what makes them so beautiful.

Sadly, Sprocket isn’t quite all there. She holds herself together as best she can, but sometimes her perfect aura begins to slip. The waves of guilt and fear and regret wear her down until she can’t see straight anymore, her vision clouded by the pasts of one too many dragons. Drowning in the anguish of those around her, sometimes Sprocket loses sight of herself.

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