Rille
(#454079)
Chief Alchemist
Familiar
Ink Ant
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Energy: 49/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Wind.
Female Pearlcatcher
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
7 m
Wingspan
3.69 m
Weight
480.28 kg
Genetics
Midnight
Skink
Skink
Stonewash
Toxin
Toxin
Beige
Capsule
Capsule
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Pearlcatcher
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
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D I S C O V E R Y
Like most children born to Clan Silverwind, Rille's childhood was a wealth of learning. While her father might have hoped she might one day join in his footsteps in charge of the clan's defense, her interests lay elsewhere. And while she was a favored student of Cierza in the Academy, she had less interest in the arcane arts than he would have hoped. Instead, she found her fascination with the natural order of things. What was it that allowed a dragon to fly? How did water turn into steam? Rille's constant "why" and "how" questions led her to a discipline many in the clan eschew in favor of more magical solutions... science. After busily taking over a suite of rooms in one of the lower floors (for better damp control, she said), Rille constructed a laboratory where she could freely experiment with the texts carelessly discarded by the Magisterium and the historians alike. Her voracious appetite for knowledge naturally led her down the path of discovering how matter might be transmuted, its chemical properties changed - made into something entirely new. |
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TOIL AND TROUBLE
"Hello?" There was a shuffle, a click of claws, and a spluttering cough. "That smell!" "Reduction," Rille said, not looking up from the bubbling surface of the cauldron. "It can smell noxious. Did you bring eye protection? Stand back from the fumes, please." "No, I didn't bring- Councilor Rille, I would have made an appointment, but nobody seems to know quite how to make an appointment with you." "I don't take appointments." "Do you take requests?" Rille's tongue flicked out to taste the air. The scent was familiar, but she didn't know the dragon immediately. Not her father, or Headmistress Cierza, or any of the Magisters. She flicked her tongue again. Not the Clanmother, or Skadi. There weren't many others in the clan who took interest in her work, so reluctantly, she stepped back from her bubbling cauldron and pulled her goggles up so she could see better. The doorway to Rille's little workshop was rather smaller than an Imperial might prefer, and Gretchen certainly looked cramped. It was a little strange to see the Creche-mother here at all, since she was normally littered with hatchlings. Speaking of. "You didn't bring any of them with you," Rille said, realizing after she said it that it probably should have been a question. "The children? Goodness, no. I managed to pry the Clanmother out of her study long enough to tell them a story. She should be at it for some time, you know how she likes to explain things." All of which was a roundabout way of saying Gretchen hadn't brought hatchlings to her sanctuary. Good. "What is it I can help you with?" she asked, after a long pause in which she had hoped Gretchen would be more forthcoming. "Oh! Well. The hatchlings, you know, they have enormous energy." Gretchen paused, but Rille just waited for her to go on. "I, well, I thought I might ask the Magisterium for help, but Cassiel told me rather bluntly that they have too many projects for the involvement a construct would take, and suggested I try you-" "A construct?" Both of Rille's ears pricked forward. A construct took some magic, yes, but it was mostly science. Building a body that worked, that moved and talked and seemed to breathe, took and understanding of how bodies worked. "You want me to build you a construct?" "To play with the hatchlings, you see," Gretchen said, tapping her claws. "I love the dears, but they're-" "Nuisances," Rille said, nodding, as if that's what Gretchen was going to end that sentence with. She didn't really care if it wasn't. She could feel her mane prickling all down her spine in excitement. "A construct, how delightful. Let's begin!"   
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M O T H E R H O O D
Although Patciarellia - or Patches, as her other mother dubbed her - was Gretchen's idea and ostensibly a construct to help play with and care for the hatchlings in the clan, as the two of them began the long and painstaking process of putting her together, Rille began to feel attached. She had nested before, seen her hatchlings grow under Gretchen's care and then leave for the Windsinger; this was different. This was going to be a child of the clan, one that Rille and Gretchen would have to teach - and who would be in their care forever. Rille was there for Patches' first wobbly steps, her first words, and the first time she attempted flight. She was there to protest loudly against the nickname and then to adopt it herself before long. When Patches had learned enough, she moved into the creche with Gretchen to care for the hatchlings, as was the plan - but Rille was there often to visit her, even if her patience with the other residents of the creche was limited. And although Gretchen never did convince her that taxidermy and bones weren't an ideal decoration scheme for an impressionable young construct, Rille did get into the habit of covering her jars of eyeballs and brains when she wasn't actively using them. Once known as the Invisible Councilor for her habit of holing up in her laboratory for weeks on end (and demanding her meals be delivered), Rille became a more visible presence around the clan. When asked, she would firmly say she was setting a good example for Patciarellia, who shouldn't be a recluse. When pressed, she might admit it's nice to occasionally get away from cauldron fumes. If one wants the truth of the matter, one would have to ask Gretchen. 
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