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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.19 m
Wingspan
8.05 m
Weight
419.94 kg
Genetics
Black
Clown
Clown
Orange
Eye Spots
Eye Spots
Platinum
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Wildclaw
Max Level
STR
126
AGI
28
DEF
8
QCK
51
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
6
Biography
As in Utahraptor
Pronounced like Tar or as it's spelt
His nickname is Tahro
art by me
from old zombierp
Personality: A little cunning showoff. He's fast and boasts about it; he thinks nothing can catch him. He's childish, being a hatchling and gets huffy every once in a while as all children do, but he has a good heart and loves those he trusts with all his might. He loves pulling pranks and having fun, but knows there is both a time and place for it, however it is hard to see this side of him unless he learns to trust you. He is still just a baby, afterall.
Backstory: He lost track of his parents and siblings only days into the apocalypse, leaving him lost and terrified of most everything around him. He was only a few days old, he hadn't been taught to hunt or fly, and it was his first time being completely and utterly alone. Even when his mother and father went out to hunt, he always had his siblings; but now he doesn't even have that. He's been surviving off of uninfected scraps, insects and whatever stray pet or familiar he could catch; which wasn't much given his inexperience. He was almost injured in the last fight, he was so hungry he attacked a starving wolf that was bigger than he was, being under a foot tall. He made it out mostly unscathed simply because he was faster than it, but he was exhausted as the wolf sustained attack after attack and finally perished after what he guessed as several hours. He was forced to drag only a small portion of his spoils up into a nearby tree as dead dragons heard the commotion and went after him and devoured his kill when they got to it.
He was a very lucky boy that their wings were too tattered to fly and their arms to rotted to climb.
He'd been living this way since it began; stealing where he could, running from as many dangers as he encountered. He began to improve his hunting and stealth as he struggled to survive.
At the very least, being a hatchling, he didn't need nearly as much a several ton adult would have to eat to survive; which is much of what kept him alive on what little bits he managed to scrounge up.
Pronounced like Tar or as it's spelt
His nickname is Tahro
art by me
from old zombierp
Personality: A little cunning showoff. He's fast and boasts about it; he thinks nothing can catch him. He's childish, being a hatchling and gets huffy every once in a while as all children do, but he has a good heart and loves those he trusts with all his might. He loves pulling pranks and having fun, but knows there is both a time and place for it, however it is hard to see this side of him unless he learns to trust you. He is still just a baby, afterall.
Backstory: He lost track of his parents and siblings only days into the apocalypse, leaving him lost and terrified of most everything around him. He was only a few days old, he hadn't been taught to hunt or fly, and it was his first time being completely and utterly alone. Even when his mother and father went out to hunt, he always had his siblings; but now he doesn't even have that. He's been surviving off of uninfected scraps, insects and whatever stray pet or familiar he could catch; which wasn't much given his inexperience. He was almost injured in the last fight, he was so hungry he attacked a starving wolf that was bigger than he was, being under a foot tall. He made it out mostly unscathed simply because he was faster than it, but he was exhausted as the wolf sustained attack after attack and finally perished after what he guessed as several hours. He was forced to drag only a small portion of his spoils up into a nearby tree as dead dragons heard the commotion and went after him and devoured his kill when they got to it.
He was a very lucky boy that their wings were too tattered to fly and their arms to rotted to climb.
He'd been living this way since it began; stealing where he could, running from as many dangers as he encountered. He began to improve his hunting and stealth as he struggled to survive.
At the very least, being a hatchling, he didn't need nearly as much a several ton adult would have to eat to survive; which is much of what kept him alive on what little bits he managed to scrounge up.
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