NyQuil
(#44980613)
Level 1 Bogsneak
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Female Bogsneak
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
6.02 m
Wingspan
4.89 m
Weight
455.31 kg
Genetics
Royal
Petals
Petals
Royal
Butterfly
Butterfly
Royal
Capsule
Capsule
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Bogsneak
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
7
INT
6
VIT
7
MND
6
Biography
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B E G I N N I N G
From the beginning, NyQuil knew that he was different. Maybe it was the fact that he was trans (he knew from a young age), but it was more likely the fact that he could send dragons into an almost entirely dreamless sleep with a tap of his claw on their foreheads. His parents had moved from the Southern Icefield to a small place in the narrow valley in between The Windswept Plateau and the Sea of A Thousand Currants. NyQuil grew up looking down at the terrain that he would come to know as Bamboo Falls. He saw teams of dragons come and batter at the native monsters until all that was left was tokens that they took back to where they had come. Saw different elements being harnessed to fire at beasts and vanquish them. Of course, since the teams were only dragons after all, sometimes there were things left over. Moonglow and Wispy Foxtails that he stuffed into the lining of his nest to illuminate his den during the darker hours. Bags of coins that he saved up until he had enough money to begin to travel. To travel around and see the different elements, to help those who cannot sleep for whatever reason. All he asked for in payment was shelter for the night and maybe some food. This is how he lived his life. Traveling around the world, seeing every single flight’s domain. It came to the point where NyQuil was known among the clans for his help for those with troubled sleep. This progressed till he was known everywhere, and there was always a corner of the clan area to for him to sleep in. Multiple pillows and silk sheets, pieces of fabric and even some of the deity dolls in some of the more well off clans. It wasn’t as comfortable as his home bed (lightly glowing in the light from his collection and the general ambiance of his arcanic home). A premade corner for him or not, NyQuil visits every clan with very little prejudice. If there’s not a corner, he makes his own. Sometimes, he goes on gathering runs with the clan’s dragons, giving them restful sleep and merely taking pillows and scraps of fabric to stock up his own plush area. If he stays for longer than with the gathering, then NyQuil will borrow any spare feathers (from either the Streaks or Puffs) and stuff them into satchels. 
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M I D D L E
As NyQuil grew, so did his reputation. His arrival was appreciated in all clans (no matter the flight, no matter when), and he was well traveled. Of course though, he always came right back to the same spot. His home clan now situated in the Starfall Isles. The glimmer of magic was everywhere, alighting all around him as he greeted his family. Though, he would soon be sent out again, this time not alone. And nor, would he return alone. The trip to the Volcanic Vents was...annoying to say the least. As an ice dragon, NyQuil wasn’t well suited to the ash clogging the air, or the burn of the igneous rock on the pads of his feet. But he needed to fight, and fight he did. Tooth and claw and nail and wing, all throughout the nights and days he spent with his team. Eventually, there was a sort of stalemate. His teammates were passed out, on the ground as they had taken out the two other enemies. Leaving just NyQuil, and a Nightfall Imp. To this day he’s still unsure of how exactly it happened, but he knows the imp handed him a healing potion and he took the imp home. It now lives in the oil lamp, occasionally jumping out to talk to NyQuil.
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P R E S E N T
NyQuil is heralded as a sort of proto-deity. No flight to his name but he didn’t need one. His Nightfall Imp and his pockets stuffed full of feathers were enough. A glow surrounded his capsule, causing him to have no real need of carrying his Stardust Sap Lamp, but he liked to anyway. It carried with him his familiar: Vicks. The Nightfall Imp he met all those years ago in the Volcanic Vents. Every now and then he revists where he found Vicks, allowing him to dip and dive into the lava pools like he had before finding NyQuil. It was a simple life, but a nice one. Although, not every single clan he visits likes him. NyQuil has been called an omen of death or decay, the sleep that takes and one never wakes up from. He hates that fact, the fact he’s seen as an omen rather than a dragon who can make people fall asleep. The entire rumor is just that: a rumor. There’s no truth, his sleeps never last longer than a day or two (and that’s only when the body is running on empty). It caused strife for him, but at this point in his life, he was used to it. A sad but true tale, of NyQuil.
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