Camie
(#46171855)
Homunculus
Familiar
Deeprealm Hunter
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Nature.
Female Tundra
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.15 m
Wingspan
3.04 m
Weight
167.07 kg
Genetics
Eggplant
Vipera
Vipera
Nightshade
Eye Spots
Eye Spots
Fog
Underbelly
Underbelly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Tundra
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
7
VIT
7
MND
7
Biography
Head down. Keep walking.
Almost everyone has some sort of personal motto - a mantra that helps them through the day. In most instances, it's to help keep confidence or happiness up.
In Camie's case, it's to help her survive.
A homunculus that was created in the midst of a huge outcry against this kind of magic, her creator was executed mere weeks after she came into being, and she was suddenly left without a sense of purpose. Scared and with nowhere else to go, she ran, away from all civilization - until she found a clan tucked away into the forest, a place that welcomed all.
As a Tundra - no, as a perfect facsimile of a Tundra - her fur hides most of the seams and marks on her body, and she wears elaborate clothing to hide the rest. She doesn't care if she draws second glances from the way she dresses - at least they're looking at her clothes and not herself. There is one issue though - her eyes are cut, faceted crystal and her fur doesn't completely cover that (and she can't wear a blindfold if she'd still like to see). And so she stumbles along, avoiding eye contact and wondering if she can ever find a dragon as strange as she is that she could be friends with...
"Oh - oh dear," Camie sputters, sinking to the floor, flattening herself until she resembles nothing like a dragon and more like a very fuzzy purple rug.
"Where did you hear that I wanted a friend?"
"Well," she continues, after a short pause, "I suppose they must accept me. That's important. And-" noticing you've made no effort to attack or threaten her, she stands up a little, so now she looks more like a fuzzy table than a rug, "they should also be a little - no, a lot weird, and-"
Her sentence is interrupted by a Spiral trudging past, claws pressed against his head as if it aches. Seeing you talking to Camie, he gives you both a wide berth, even fluttering a little to avoid you.
Her eyes follow him even after he's passed you.
"Yeah. Just... like that."
Moodboard by blackfirewolves
Almost everyone has some sort of personal motto - a mantra that helps them through the day. In most instances, it's to help keep confidence or happiness up.
In Camie's case, it's to help her survive.
A homunculus that was created in the midst of a huge outcry against this kind of magic, her creator was executed mere weeks after she came into being, and she was suddenly left without a sense of purpose. Scared and with nowhere else to go, she ran, away from all civilization - until she found a clan tucked away into the forest, a place that welcomed all.
As a Tundra - no, as a perfect facsimile of a Tundra - her fur hides most of the seams and marks on her body, and she wears elaborate clothing to hide the rest. She doesn't care if she draws second glances from the way she dresses - at least they're looking at her clothes and not herself. There is one issue though - her eyes are cut, faceted crystal and her fur doesn't completely cover that (and she can't wear a blindfold if she'd still like to see). And so she stumbles along, avoiding eye contact and wondering if she can ever find a dragon as strange as she is that she could be friends with...
Quote:
firanziavice wrote on 2019-04-03 12:23:48:
What would your ideal friend be like?
"Oh - oh dear," Camie sputters, sinking to the floor, flattening herself until she resembles nothing like a dragon and more like a very fuzzy purple rug.
"Where did you hear that I wanted a friend?"
"Well," she continues, after a short pause, "I suppose they must accept me. That's important. And-" noticing you've made no effort to attack or threaten her, she stands up a little, so now she looks more like a fuzzy table than a rug, "they should also be a little - no, a lot weird, and-"
Her sentence is interrupted by a Spiral trudging past, claws pressed against his head as if it aches. Seeing you talking to Camie, he gives you both a wide berth, even fluttering a little to avoid you.
Her eyes follow him even after he's passed you.
"Yeah. Just... like that."
Moodboard by blackfirewolves
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