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Woundwort

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Level 18 Imperial
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Baroldel

Blade Horror
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Shadow.
Male Imperial
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Personal Style

Apparel

Unearthly Onyx Ghastcrown
Ravenskull Broadsword
Sanguine Rose Thorn Wing Tangle
Unearthly Onyx Nightshroud
Sanguine Plumage
Sanguine Rose Thorn Leg Tangle
Raven Woodbrace

Skin

Scene

Measurements

Length
29.97 m
Wingspan
21.53 m
Weight
8881.02 kg

Genetics

Primary Gene
Obsidian
Metallic
Obsidian
Metallic
Secondary Gene
Obsidian
Alloy
Obsidian
Alloy
Tertiary Gene
Black
Glimmer
Black
Glimmer

Hatchday

Hatchday
Nov 18, 2018
(5 years)

Breed

Breed
Adult
Imperial

Eye Type

Eye Type
Shadow
Common
Level 18 Imperial
EXP: 66232 / 92435
Scratch
Shred
STR
39
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
6
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6

Biography

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W O U N D W O R T
↠ prologue: the ruined king
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"Oh, violence does call me, I've answered before. I've made many enemies, I've settled my scores. But I did grow weary and I settled down. I proudly bore the weight of my crown..."
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xxxx ◆ OCCUPATION
council head
◆ PRONOUNS
he/him
◆ ALIGNMENT
true neutral
— b i o —

THERE WAS ONCE A GREAT KINGDOM, a beloved kingdom, ruled by a benevolent king. This kingdom was ravaged by war, once so called allies taking advantage of the kindness of the king to take his lands for their own greed. Woundwart was but a hatchling when he was thrust upon his father's throne when his father was killed in battle. It was a battle his father knew he would not win, but it was a desperate bid to buy time for the kingdom's mages.
xxxx “No King rules forever, my son. Remember, our line has always ruled with wisdom and strength. And I know you will show restraint when exercising your great power. But the truest victory is stirring the hearts of your people. I tell you this, for when my days have come to an end, you shall be King.” xxxx

WOUNDWORT KNEW NOT THE WAYS OF WAR, nor the ways to govern a kingdom. Between meddling advisors and an encroaching invasion upon the capital it was time for desperate measures. The mages had finally managed to break into the magical leylines that ran under the kingdom. The only issue is that only those of royal blood could tap into this great power. Woundwort was still young, and many frowned upon his inexperience...but it was his duty as king to put his life on the line for his people, like his father had done.

THERE WAS SOMETHING TRAPPED WITHIN THE LEYLINES. Something ancient and powerful, given it's first taste of freedom in a millennia through the tiny cracks in his cell. Baroldel, a demon bound by Woundwort's ancestors after their betrayal of a pact. It was enough for his influence—his voice—to seep through.
xxxx “Hark to me little king. Thee want pow'r to save thy kingdom? This I shall grant thee if thee reforges the pact of thy forefathers. Taketh up mine own blade, 'twill giveth thee the pow'r to end thy little war.” xxxx

WOUNDWORT DID NOT TRULY UNDERSTAND what he had given away that day until years later. But a piece of him was lost in the path of destruction. The war was won, at a steep cost, and over the years that followed the tales that were told of a hatchling king that outsmarted the greatest of generals in a bloody battle became the songs of legend.

HE WAS A KIND KING, despite the fact baroldel was whispering in the back of his mind for war he only used his powers when it was called for—and when it was he was a terrifying sight. The kingdom entered a new age of peace.

BUT ONE CAN NOT LIVE IN A FAIRY TALE FOREVER CAN WE...?

THE YEARS WORE ON AND ON and once Woundwort became an adult he never seemed to grow older. Ten years passed, twenty...he watched his friends, his advisors, his family... slowly lose their battle with time and age, even sickness.

IT WAS THEN WOUNDWORT KNEW HIS PRICE.

NO KING RULED FOREVER, his father had told him once, when he was but a hatchling but it appeared this was not true. He would watch as kingdoms rose and fell, he would watch all he knew change while he remained the same. Cursed with life and health everlasting to be a keeper for Baroldel. He was ruinous, tainted by the evil power that had saved them.

HE WOULD DO IT AGAIN in a heartbeat if it kept his people safe—but there was no war to fight when strange sickness tore through his capital city. There was nothing to be done, no magic, no research.. nothing.. This was no ordinary sickness. A debt to be paid. One life for every one he took. Woundwort watched powerless, until he sat alone king of a kingdom of nothing. The ones who did not die, simply fled.

WOUNDWORT THOUGHT HIS PENANCE WAS TO BE ALONE. and the castle and surrounding towns fell into disrepair. No one wanted to live in this cursed place and that suited Woundwort just fine, the less people knew of what happened here the better. He was not one to be remembered. They sung no more songs, the ink faded away on the stories..

EVENTUALLY THIS ONCE GREAT KINGDOM WAS FORGOTTEN for the longest of times, until a curious Wildclaw stumbled upon the ruins as if she knew they were there. but that is a story for another time..

— n o t e s —

◆ He has a small rose garden that he tends to. It brings him some measure of comfort and peace.

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BAROLDEL ♥♥♥♥♥

An ancient evil, a creature that feasts upon the pain and suffering of others. Woundwort's suffering alone is enough to sate him thousandfold and thus he has grown content with his pactkeeper—a begrudging respect between them. He had expected to be discarded once more, and yet still he remained. Baroldel had never grown attached before to his keepers but he would miss this one, should they ever part.

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— i n v e n t o r y —

Ruby Ring Ravenskull Broadsword Forgotten Crown Shattered Sword Heart Rose

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— r e l a t i o n s h i p s —
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Aithne • mate • ♥♥♥♥♥

The queen to a king. One who soothes his temper and lifts his spirits. He loves her greatly.

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Bones • dearest friend • ♥♥♥♥♥

A friendship one of these parties had no say in really. And it wasn't Bones.
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— p l a y l i s t —


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