TychoBrahe
(#47474219)
Level 25 Wildclaw
Familiar
Tuxedo Floracat
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Nature.
Male Wildclaw
This dragon is on a Coliseum team.
This dragon cannot breed until May 14, 2024 (12 days).
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.35 m
Wingspan
6.98 m
Weight
487.23 kg
Genetics
Emerald
Bar
Bar
Fern
Saturn
Saturn
Grey
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Wildclaw
Max Level
STR
124
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
61
INT
5
VIT
15
MND
5
Lineage
Parents
Offspring
- Dammeyer
- Barrett
- Eryanha
- Mairea
- Arkania
- Adra
- Lynnai
- Katarine
- Kettricken
- Lorel
- Chisato
- Virrul
- Minala
- Leesil
- Niolyn
- Eurylai
- Drecnilbie
- Simberuel
- Dyn
- Mystic
- Ahayweh
- Emeralda
- Phaeton
- Panorus
- Mayfly
- Panore
- Erlad
- Frago
- Iwihml
- Gytowt
- Tesai
- Dominga
- Leafwyrm
- Victorious
- Nneri
- Gemstar
- Dainan
- Zelse
- Rakish
- Anthu
- Chi
- Swiftspear
- Melisandre
- Magellanic
- Valkinto
- Arior
- Incanter
- Yadael
- Dawnsky
- Lionheart
- Apathy
- Aerie
- Salva
- Quickdust
- Gwayth
- Choir
- Pukwa
- Nellie
- Karanteg
- Yafeu
- Sabooro
- Ark
- Apachu
- Ytor
- Marquette
- Goldscale
- Maybe
- Kosan
- Meurig
- Branth
- Seina
- Lok
- Modrellen
- Unnamed
- Gallen
- Unnamed
- Eilwen
- Krakatoa
- Streak
- Intermezzo
- Geiger
- Jorus
- Gohma
- Naos
- Celaeno
- Eurynome
- Pandy
- Yadael
- Doom
- Rubrik
- Joline
- Lotte
- Ragemaw
- Unnamed
- Nivenor
- Meryl
- Yelic
- Olava
- Campbell
- Pliers
- Jorus
- Ancho
- Hawkblade
- Marisha
- Sunsheen
- Abrienne
- Deonderrick
- Cheripha
- Hoodsearcher
- Windstrike
- Maglorix
- Adriel
- Killdeer
- Aramorel
- Rocker
- Thundertail
- Zikel
- Barliman
- Oblige
Biography
Much like Limefrost, Tycho is not what he seems. He also hails from an alien planet; a robot in disguise. He was also a warrior--in fact, one of the most feared warriors of all. His weapon system consists of extremely powerful missiles that explode with such force, the shock waves cause the entire region to shake uncontrollably. In fact, they're capable of turning planetoids into nothing more than space chunks.
Tycho was the first to notice when Limefrost abruptly left. While he didn't know her very well, he did know that she was proud of her power. He didn't understand why she would leave her home like she did. Against his better judgment, he tracked her down all the way to Sornieth to get answers for her sudden disappearance.
Limefrost reacted quite negatively to seeing him. She knew who he was instantly, even with the disguise. To his surprise, she was angry with him, scolding him for leaving their home planet.
"But that's exactly what you did," he retorted.
"That's not the same!" she barked. "Your missiles are far more powerful than mine. You are much more important when it comes to the defense of our home!"
He was taken aback by this. Sure, she didn't have the same capability of sheer destruction as his missiles did, but her weapons were still extremely dangerous. "Wait a minute, Limefrost. We need you, too! Your skill with the Omega cannon is unparalleled--"
She shot him a look, which was enough to shut him up for a second. "They don't need me as much as they need you."
Was that... resentment in her voice? Tycho didn't understand what was going on... but now he was really curious. "Well, I'm not going anywhere. Not until you tell me why you left."
"That's none of your business!" she snapped.
"...I guess I have no choice but to stay, then."
He was just as stubborn as she was. She hated that.
Tycho was the first to notice when Limefrost abruptly left. While he didn't know her very well, he did know that she was proud of her power. He didn't understand why she would leave her home like she did. Against his better judgment, he tracked her down all the way to Sornieth to get answers for her sudden disappearance.
Limefrost reacted quite negatively to seeing him. She knew who he was instantly, even with the disguise. To his surprise, she was angry with him, scolding him for leaving their home planet.
"But that's exactly what you did," he retorted.
"That's not the same!" she barked. "Your missiles are far more powerful than mine. You are much more important when it comes to the defense of our home!"
He was taken aback by this. Sure, she didn't have the same capability of sheer destruction as his missiles did, but her weapons were still extremely dangerous. "Wait a minute, Limefrost. We need you, too! Your skill with the Omega cannon is unparalleled--"
She shot him a look, which was enough to shut him up for a second. "They don't need me as much as they need you."
Was that... resentment in her voice? Tycho didn't understand what was going on... but now he was really curious. "Well, I'm not going anywhere. Not until you tell me why you left."
"That's none of your business!" she snapped.
"...I guess I have no choice but to stay, then."
He was just as stubborn as she was. She hated that.
As time went by, Limefrost continued to prove how stubborn she was. Tycho tried countless times to convince her to come home, and she shut him down every time. He tried asking her why she left. She refused to answer.
He couldn't understand.
Keeping to his promise, though, he stuck around. He wasn't going home without her, no matter how long it took. He owed it to their planet. He'd find a way to get her back.
Staying with the Mystics of the Sea ended up being more difficult than he anticipated. There were so many dragons, all with vastly different personalities. He could barely handle it all. Emotion was something he just didn't understand, and these creatures were all so... loud. Chatting about nothing, joking, laughing. It was irritating.
He had taken to sitting in corners and observing these strange "dragon" creatures. After all, he had to analyze them in order to blend in effectively. It was during one of these observation settings that he noticed something strange.
Limefrost was laughing.
She was sitting in the parlor with two other dragons. He couldn't remember their names--the bluish-purple one who liked to clean a lot, and the gold cheerful one who made potions or whatever--but the three of them were sharing a bowl of clams, talking and laughing. They weren't even discussing anything remotely important. It wasn't about battle tactics or weaponry. Instead, they were talking about some incident that happened in the lair years ago when a dragon accidentally transformed himself into a different breed.
This was the first time Tycho had ever seen Limefrost smile.
He couldn't understand.
Keeping to his promise, though, he stuck around. He wasn't going home without her, no matter how long it took. He owed it to their planet. He'd find a way to get her back.
Staying with the Mystics of the Sea ended up being more difficult than he anticipated. There were so many dragons, all with vastly different personalities. He could barely handle it all. Emotion was something he just didn't understand, and these creatures were all so... loud. Chatting about nothing, joking, laughing. It was irritating.
He had taken to sitting in corners and observing these strange "dragon" creatures. After all, he had to analyze them in order to blend in effectively. It was during one of these observation settings that he noticed something strange.
Limefrost was laughing.
She was sitting in the parlor with two other dragons. He couldn't remember their names--the bluish-purple one who liked to clean a lot, and the gold cheerful one who made potions or whatever--but the three of them were sharing a bowl of clams, talking and laughing. They weren't even discussing anything remotely important. It wasn't about battle tactics or weaponry. Instead, they were talking about some incident that happened in the lair years ago when a dragon accidentally transformed himself into a different breed.
This was the first time Tycho had ever seen Limefrost smile.
As the months went by, Tycho found himself thinking less and less about his home planet, and more about these dragons. Some of them reached out to him, having noticed that he mostly kept to himself. They would ask him weird questions that he wasn't sure how to respond to--what's your favorite game? they would ask. What kind of food do you like? Do you have any hobbies? One of them in particular--a wildclaw named Rhys--was extremely adamant about keeping Tycho company. He would ask very personal questions (what kind of question is "what's your favorite color", anyway??), and when Tycho provided very bare responses, Rhys would instead switch to talking about himself--his mate and his children in particular. The mate in question, Lorelai, would often join in the boasting about their children.
Getting annoyed, one day Tycho asked them, "Why do you talk so much about your offspring?"
Rhys and Lorelai looked at each other in confusion. "Because," Rhys said, "we're very proud of them."
"Why?" Tycho said. "They've never been in a battle. What is there to be proud of?"
Lorelai sputtered in disbelief. "What kind of person would measure their kids by how many battles they've been in!?"
Tycho opened his mouth, but found that his voice had caught in his throat. Without realizing it, Lorelai had struck something that Tycho wasn't prepared for. Isn't that all that matters? Why do these dragons find the idea so appalling?
Is it really all that matters?
"We love them," Lorelai continued. "They are our children. THAT'S all I need in order to be proud of them."
Love...?
"I mean... you have a family too, right? Surely someone in your family has accomplished something other than 'battles' that you're proud of?"
Family...?
"Lorelai," Rhys whispered, seeing that Tycho was growing increasingly uncomfortable. "please stop."
Lorelai shuffled awkwardly. "Ahh... I'm sorry, Tycho. I hope I didn't strike a nerve."
She had. It wasn't her fault--it was natural to assume that a fellow dragon (or at least what appeared to be a fellow dragon) would have a family. Yet these concepts of "love" and "family" were completely foreign to Tycho.
They valued their children, even though their children didn't even have missiles to boast of. No battles to tell tales of. No commanding officers. Just... a family.
Tycho's head hurt.
He told Lorelai that there was nothing to apologize for, then bade the two goodnight and went to his room feeling more alone than ever.
Getting annoyed, one day Tycho asked them, "Why do you talk so much about your offspring?"
Rhys and Lorelai looked at each other in confusion. "Because," Rhys said, "we're very proud of them."
"Why?" Tycho said. "They've never been in a battle. What is there to be proud of?"
Lorelai sputtered in disbelief. "What kind of person would measure their kids by how many battles they've been in!?"
Tycho opened his mouth, but found that his voice had caught in his throat. Without realizing it, Lorelai had struck something that Tycho wasn't prepared for. Isn't that all that matters? Why do these dragons find the idea so appalling?
Is it really all that matters?
"We love them," Lorelai continued. "They are our children. THAT'S all I need in order to be proud of them."
Love...?
"I mean... you have a family too, right? Surely someone in your family has accomplished something other than 'battles' that you're proud of?"
Family...?
"Lorelai," Rhys whispered, seeing that Tycho was growing increasingly uncomfortable. "please stop."
Lorelai shuffled awkwardly. "Ahh... I'm sorry, Tycho. I hope I didn't strike a nerve."
She had. It wasn't her fault--it was natural to assume that a fellow dragon (or at least what appeared to be a fellow dragon) would have a family. Yet these concepts of "love" and "family" were completely foreign to Tycho.
They valued their children, even though their children didn't even have missiles to boast of. No battles to tell tales of. No commanding officers. Just... a family.
Tycho's head hurt.
He told Lorelai that there was nothing to apologize for, then bade the two goodnight and went to his room feeling more alone than ever.
The first Night of the Nocturne that Tycho spent with the clan was relatively uneventful. Rhys and Lorelai got him a few presents; nothing major, just some decorations for his room. When he hung them up, though, and stepped back to look at them, he felt a strange warmth in his robotic heart.
What is happening to me?
In the following months, Tycho spent most of his time in deep thought, trying to sort out his own head. He was so confused--about these dragons, about Limefrost, about himself, about everything--that he was worried he would short-circuit and blow his cover.
The more he observed Limefrost hanging out with her friends, the more confused he became. She was so different around them. She talked and laughed. She listened to their problems and they listened to hers. Back home, this would never fly. Talking about anything other than battle prowess was seen as a waste of time. Joking around? Forget about it. Talking about feelings?
They weren't allowed to have feelings.
At that moment, Tycho finally understood why Limefrost would never go back. Here, there was no repression of feelings and emotion. There was no rigorous class system based on how strong you were. There was no obsession with battles and war.
Here, she was free.
And in that same moment, he understood why he was never going back, too.
What is happening to me?
In the following months, Tycho spent most of his time in deep thought, trying to sort out his own head. He was so confused--about these dragons, about Limefrost, about himself, about everything--that he was worried he would short-circuit and blow his cover.
The more he observed Limefrost hanging out with her friends, the more confused he became. She was so different around them. She talked and laughed. She listened to their problems and they listened to hers. Back home, this would never fly. Talking about anything other than battle prowess was seen as a waste of time. Joking around? Forget about it. Talking about feelings?
They weren't allowed to have feelings.
At that moment, Tycho finally understood why Limefrost would never go back. Here, there was no repression of feelings and emotion. There was no rigorous class system based on how strong you were. There was no obsession with battles and war.
Here, she was free.
And in that same moment, he understood why he was never going back, too.
Things changed after Tycho's realization. He finally came to terms that he was seeing Limefrost as more than just an asset for the army. She was herself. And while he still wasn't entirely sure who he was...
He knew that he wanted to know her.
So he would approach her and ask small things--things that he was sure were safe, and wouldn't overstep any boundaries. How her day was going, what she had for dinner, how her friends were doing. She seemed surprised, but to be honest, he was, too.
One thing he noticed is that she carried a book with her at all times. It was a bestiary, containing information about various creatures across Sornieth. He gathered the courage to ask her about it once, peering over her wing to see a bookmarked page with some kind of blue bird.
"It's a present my friends got for me last Night of the Nocturne," she explained, a small smile on her face. "I've been fascinated by the creatures that inhabit this place. They got this for me so I could learn more."
"That was thoughtful of them," he said. He glanced at the bird once again before she shut the book.
"Wasn't it?" she beamed. "This book really means a lot to me. That's why I need to get them something REALLY great for this year's Night of the Nocturne!"
"Why exactly do these dragons exchange gifts during that holiday?" he asked, almost in a whisper.
She looked up at him, brow furrowing. "To show someone that you care about them."
"Do you care about them?"
He was expecting her to snap at him for being stupid, or for asking such a personal question. Instead, she sighed. "Of course I do," she said, clutching the book in her claws. "They're my best friends. Not that you would understand..."
His face remained solemn, but on the inside, he was smiling. He did understand. But just as he had hoped, she didn't know that yet. As she left to get a bite to eat, he couldn't help but chuckle. He finally did understand what it was like to care about someone. What it was like to have feelings. What it was like to be free.
And he had her to thank for that.
His metal heart pounded in his chest as he thought about what kind of gift to get for her. It had to be special. Something that showed her how thankful he was that she had opened his eyes to the injustices of their home planet. How thankful he was for her.
Something to tell her how much he had grown to care about her.
He knew that he wanted to know her.
So he would approach her and ask small things--things that he was sure were safe, and wouldn't overstep any boundaries. How her day was going, what she had for dinner, how her friends were doing. She seemed surprised, but to be honest, he was, too.
One thing he noticed is that she carried a book with her at all times. It was a bestiary, containing information about various creatures across Sornieth. He gathered the courage to ask her about it once, peering over her wing to see a bookmarked page with some kind of blue bird.
"It's a present my friends got for me last Night of the Nocturne," she explained, a small smile on her face. "I've been fascinated by the creatures that inhabit this place. They got this for me so I could learn more."
"That was thoughtful of them," he said. He glanced at the bird once again before she shut the book.
"Wasn't it?" she beamed. "This book really means a lot to me. That's why I need to get them something REALLY great for this year's Night of the Nocturne!"
"Why exactly do these dragons exchange gifts during that holiday?" he asked, almost in a whisper.
She looked up at him, brow furrowing. "To show someone that you care about them."
"Do you care about them?"
He was expecting her to snap at him for being stupid, or for asking such a personal question. Instead, she sighed. "Of course I do," she said, clutching the book in her claws. "They're my best friends. Not that you would understand..."
His face remained solemn, but on the inside, he was smiling. He did understand. But just as he had hoped, she didn't know that yet. As she left to get a bite to eat, he couldn't help but chuckle. He finally did understand what it was like to care about someone. What it was like to have feelings. What it was like to be free.
And he had her to thank for that.
His metal heart pounded in his chest as he thought about what kind of gift to get for her. It had to be special. Something that showed her how thankful he was that she had opened his eyes to the injustices of their home planet. How thankful he was for her.
Something to tell her how much he had grown to care about her.
He wasn't surprised when Limefrost showed up at the door to his room with her new hummingbird perched happily on her horns. He was surprised, however, at the dazed expression on her face.
She stared blankly for several moments until she finally was able to speak. "You... you got this for me."
"I did," he said with a smile. "I've been watching you read that book in the parlor. You kept turning back to the page you had bookmarked, with the bird."
She blinked.
"I figured the reason was because... you really liked the bird? Am I correct?"
"Yes, but..."
The bird jumped from her horn to her snout, staring expectantly at her. Tycho laughed. "Then what's the problem? It looks like the bird likes you, too!"
"Why did you do this?" She was staring intently at him, now. Trying to look past his disguise and dig out the truth herself.
"Because," he said, meeting her gaze just as intently. "You said dragons exchange gifts to show that they care about one another."
Her brow furrowed.
"And I... I care about you." He turned his gaze away, feeling embarrassed. "When I came here, I fully intended to drag you back home if I had to. But you were right. The more I stayed here, the more I realized that I didn't... that I didn't have to be that way." He looked back up at her. "I had been brainwashed by our society into being completely obsessed with nothing but strength. Into believing that my fate had already been decided for me, and to never question it. But you? You were smart. You knew there was more to life than just being a weapon. And I wouldn't have learned that myself if not for you."
She said nothing, so he took a breath and continued. "And watching how you were, and how you interacted with the other dragons... I started to learn how to let myself feel. And... I, uh... started to have... feelings for you or something, I dunno." Now he was REALLY embarrassed, mumbling the last bit.
Before he knew what was happening, she had thrown her arms around him. The hummingbird was flapping in annoyance above the two, upset that its perch had made such a sudden motion.
"You're free now," she whispered, "and I'm so proud of you."
He felt his heart melt as he embraced her. This, he thought, is what it feels like to be happy.
She stared blankly for several moments until she finally was able to speak. "You... you got this for me."
"I did," he said with a smile. "I've been watching you read that book in the parlor. You kept turning back to the page you had bookmarked, with the bird."
She blinked.
"I figured the reason was because... you really liked the bird? Am I correct?"
"Yes, but..."
The bird jumped from her horn to her snout, staring expectantly at her. Tycho laughed. "Then what's the problem? It looks like the bird likes you, too!"
"Why did you do this?" She was staring intently at him, now. Trying to look past his disguise and dig out the truth herself.
"Because," he said, meeting her gaze just as intently. "You said dragons exchange gifts to show that they care about one another."
Her brow furrowed.
"And I... I care about you." He turned his gaze away, feeling embarrassed. "When I came here, I fully intended to drag you back home if I had to. But you were right. The more I stayed here, the more I realized that I didn't... that I didn't have to be that way." He looked back up at her. "I had been brainwashed by our society into being completely obsessed with nothing but strength. Into believing that my fate had already been decided for me, and to never question it. But you? You were smart. You knew there was more to life than just being a weapon. And I wouldn't have learned that myself if not for you."
She said nothing, so he took a breath and continued. "And watching how you were, and how you interacted with the other dragons... I started to learn how to let myself feel. And... I, uh... started to have... feelings for you or something, I dunno." Now he was REALLY embarrassed, mumbling the last bit.
Before he knew what was happening, she had thrown her arms around him. The hummingbird was flapping in annoyance above the two, upset that its perch had made such a sudden motion.
"You're free now," she whispered, "and I'm so proud of you."
He felt his heart melt as he embraced her. This, he thought, is what it feels like to be happy.
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~Fandragon based on the Final Boss from Descent II~
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