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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
13.71 m
Wingspan
11.92 m
Weight
7373.31 kg
Genetics
Midnight
Jaguar
Jaguar
Royal
Constellation
Constellation
Midnight
Opal
Opal
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 10 Guardian
EXP: 15803 / 27676
STR
29
AGI
10
DEF
10
QCK
30
INT
9
VIT
11
MND
6
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- Gravuss
- Oceanbreeze
- Pyre
- Seafoam
- Spearmint
- Lace
- Gardeni
- Manlos
- Turret
- Lace
- Balm
- Aysel
- Azannon
- Niclas
- Izanami
- Rosinkar
- Moonslick
- Emerald
- Illyan
- Venommaw
- Iolite
- Xeno
- Elderith
- Balm
- Gallia
- Unnamed
- Heitor
- Fork
- Celestial
- Zunde
- Aleksey
- Virgen
- Summerbloom
- Punkrockzilla
- Nabokov
- aaaaa
- Rose
- Current
- Dion
- Gerald
- Harris
- Glitter
- Tagora
- Blind
- Grimoire
- Okay
- Thianes
- Tix
- Stigma
- Kakir
- Unnamed
- CorruptRind
- Bloodstones
- Roderika
- Grand
- Prelate
- Meic
- LoveTofu
- Bouldershoulder
- maskofnight
- LoveTofu
- Kyan
- Scratches
- Chrome
- Lainey
- Avrax
- Tiredelle
- Velvet
- Addavar
- Tollom
- Naira
- Maervix
- Unnamed
- Unnamed
- Unnamed
- Unnamed
- Unnamed
- Bolos
- Unnamed
Biography
Dimitri
Dimetri stares at you with cold and calculating eyes. Her irises glitter and her shoulders glisten equally, her body the color of dying stars. Jaguar spots ripple through her leathery back and her wings are held poised. She is reserved. Above all, her shardhide is prominent. Arcane crystals surround her head in a glassy sheath. The thorny pink halo makes her look foreboding and wise.
You reason that her cloak is a mage's cloak; although one would never guess, Dimetri trains as a mage daily. Her cold and stoic personality much prefers clawing her opponents, rather than using spells against them. She considers magic an art, rather than a weapon. She considers her talons as a tool, rather than something to be concealed.
You laugh shyly as you look from her to Chives, who rests upon her shoulder. He is but the size of her head, but much more kindness lay in his eyes. Dimetri stares from you to him, her features softening as she looks to her husband. Fae children lay surrounding her feet in leathery heaps. They are her light.
Dimetri's eyes look as though she lay awake at night. She spends her nights studying battle, always preparing for her next fight. Those around her assume that she has no worries. In reality, her fragmented thoughts collect every time she must face the battle arena. Each day she comes home exhausted, her husband begs her to give herself less grief and take fewer risks. Each night she comes home with blood dripping from her cheeks, her children tug at her wings and tell her to promise she'll be home tomorrow. This is why she tries her best to distance herself from everything and everyone; she can't bear to damage the things she loves the most.
Dimetri stares at you with cold and calculating eyes. Her irises glitter and her shoulders glisten equally, her body the color of dying stars. Jaguar spots ripple through her leathery back and her wings are held poised. She is reserved. Above all, her shardhide is prominent. Arcane crystals surround her head in a glassy sheath. The thorny pink halo makes her look foreboding and wise.
You reason that her cloak is a mage's cloak; although one would never guess, Dimetri trains as a mage daily. Her cold and stoic personality much prefers clawing her opponents, rather than using spells against them. She considers magic an art, rather than a weapon. She considers her talons as a tool, rather than something to be concealed.
You laugh shyly as you look from her to Chives, who rests upon her shoulder. He is but the size of her head, but much more kindness lay in his eyes. Dimetri stares from you to him, her features softening as she looks to her husband. Fae children lay surrounding her feet in leathery heaps. They are her light.
Dimetri's eyes look as though she lay awake at night. She spends her nights studying battle, always preparing for her next fight. Those around her assume that she has no worries. In reality, her fragmented thoughts collect every time she must face the battle arena. Each day she comes home exhausted, her husband begs her to give herself less grief and take fewer risks. Each night she comes home with blood dripping from her cheeks, her children tug at her wings and tell her to promise she'll be home tomorrow. This is why she tries her best to distance herself from everything and everyone; she can't bear to damage the things she loves the most.
- written by @Ambervale
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Drawn by @TheMightyFalls
Lineart by @Lichtdrache
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