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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
22.29 m
Wingspan
20.77 m
Weight
6149.45 kg
Genetics
Sanguine
Skink
Skink
Sanguine
Spinner
Spinner
Ivory
Ghost
Ghost
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Imperial
Max Level
STR
129
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
50
INT
5
VIT
13
MND
5
Biography
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Azrael wasn't born a fighter, he was made one. Destined to join the Boneguard, he was carved and molded by years of struggling to survive in the merciless ranks of his peers. Existence was perilous within the academy, respect was earned by blood and no insult went unanswered. One misstep and you could expect a line of claws across your throat. Under the uncaring eyes of their supervisors, he grew with violence in his heart.
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The harbinger of his fall came in the form a pale dragon with patchwork skin. It whispered in his ear of the sinister ambitions of his comrades, a plot of betrayal. His rage grew with each murmured word, the thought of treachery worming its way through him until he could stand by no longer. He swept into their camp with death on his claws. He tore apart ally and friend alike until the ground was slick with viscera. The next patrol found him standing in the butchered remains of the dragons he had served with for over a century. Azrael had no defense, no proof of the supposed betrayal. Only the whispered words of a ghost. His sentence was death. But before the execution, the pale dragon returned. With laughter in its eyes and cruelty etched upon it's face, it revealed it had spoken only lies. There had been no treason but his own. As he reeled with sudden realization, it gave him a choice: Join it or die here. Azrael wasn't born a fighter, but he had been taught to survive. Told to survive. So he did. He accepted its offer and disappeared into the wastes. Deserter and betrayer they called him, decrying his name to all the guard. He heard, and he remembered. No insult goes unanswered after all. |
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