Fallout

(#44614477)
Birthday Dragon 2018 World Champion!
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Fungusbearing Phony
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Male Ridgeback
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style

Apparel

Verdant Sage Lantern
Green Protective Eyewear
Glowing Green Clawtips
Green Birdskull Necklace

Skin

Scene

Measurements

Length
21.73 m
Wingspan
20.3 m
Weight
6463.54 kg

Genetics

Primary Gene
Eldritch
Lionfish
Eldritch
Lionfish
Secondary Gene
Carrot
Noxtide
Carrot
Noxtide
Tertiary Gene
Chartreuse
Ghost
Chartreuse
Ghost

Hatchday

Hatchday
Aug 25, 2018
(5 years)

Breed

Breed
Adult
Ridgeback

Eye Type

Eye Type
Ice
Uncommon
Level 1 Ridgeback
EXP: 0 / 245
Scratch
Shred
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
8
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
8
MND
6

Lineage

Parents

  • none

Offspring

  • none

Biography

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FALLOUT
“Screw off.”

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Entry 5
I know they don’t like me. That’s fine, though. I won’t like them right back.

Entry 6
Got in a fight with the one that ain’t got no freakin’ skin on its face. Can’t say her name. Keep callin’ her Ghosty and she keeps gettin’ all kinds of mad. She smells undead. Keeps sayin’ she ain’t.

Entry 7
Fight with boss. I’m bigger. He’s stronger. It ain’t fair.

Entry 8
I hate harpies. I hate llamas. I hate snakes. I hate the desert. I hate eatin’ grass like the fuzzbucket boss says is his woman. I hate the river. I hate them freakin’ weirdos down in the canyon. I hate it all. I hate

Entry 9
Second thought, Dragonhome ain’t so bad.

Entry 10
Harpy bit me. Didn’t even know they could do that. I hate everything.
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SOLO MISSION

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The harpies were something of a problem. Half of them hated him for being a dragon, half of them hated him because he was trying to get into the canyon. That meant that every single damned one of the feathery harlots loathed his guts, and they were doing everything in their power to make sure he didn’t get to where he was going.

They were worse on the footpath which, honestly, he’d just fly over if not for the fact the sky was clogged with the things. Thinking about it logically, being maimed by a few birds on the ground was a lot better than being shot out of the sky and coming down hard on the cliffs. Dragging his feet, eyes narrowed against the sun, he swaggered down the well-worn path in the parched sands and struggled to ignore the fact that a dozen of the tiny feather dusters were raking at his sides. Most of their blades and lunges plinked harmlessly off of his scales but occasionally, very occasionally, one would swing at just the right angle to wedge a sword underneath.

It hurt. But the boss had said he had to get past them. Alone. Because, yeah, sure. Why not?

A heavy sigh puffed out of his nose as they shrieked at him, curses that he couldn’t understand but knew were insults because of the tone. There were spells and arrows, and they actually knocked the hell out of him, lodging like splinters in his hide and exploding into crackling sparks across his body. He could just barely see the monument at the entrance--that ugly Mirror statue the marks thought was a protector spirit or some other stupid thing their superstitious marks believed in--when he felt his leg give out behind him and hit the ground while a squall.

The harpies cried in victory as he floundered on his side, but right before one of them could make a dagger connect with his eye, he threw himself upright with a loud roar. His attackers recoiled as though expecting the worse, but the moment he hobbled to his feet, he unfurled his wings and took to the sky. As they shrieked profanity at him, he profaned right back, dodging incoming harpies and their poison-tipped arrows.

The boss could suck it up. This wasn’t getting done. And if it was getting done, Fallout was not the one who’d do it.
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