Marek
(#47934095)
Level 1 Spiral
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.28 m
Wingspan
2.01 m
Weight
78.96 kg
Genetics
Storm
Iridescent
Iridescent
Lavender
Butterfly
Butterfly
Amethyst
Smoke
Smoke
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Spiral
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
9
DEF
5
QCK
8
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
6
Biography
Marek the Invader I don’t believe in coincidences Theme: WIP |
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Marek tried not to let show his utter excitement. He’d been looking for this Pearlcatcher a long time, the son of renowned dragon, a god in Marek’s eyes. Tohil didn’t feel the same, and Marek couldn’t help but resent him for it. Marek would win him back to his father’s ways. Marek straightened and tried to keep still. “Nice to meet you. Marek. Marek Turntail.” One of the Pearlcatcher’s eyebrows raised, a whisker twitching. “Any relation to Celtine Turntail?” “She’s my grandmother,” Marek said. “Actually, I have much family here. My parents were children of your hunters. I think the story goes they ran off to become dancers.” A nearby Skydancer smirked. “I remember them. I’ll be interested to see if you can do anything except… you know, dance.” Marek, perhaps a bit too eagerly, pulled a disc of Shadow from a pouch hidden beneath the silky banner he wore. “I don’t dance.” He snapped his claws and they ignited in a dark red flame, his eyes narrowing as he did. Tohil looked at Marek and then his magic. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Shadow manifest in that way.” “It’s not Shadow,” Marek said. “It’s Fire.” “Quite strong for a Shadowborn,” Tohil observed. Marek swelled with pride, but put that away as quickly as he could. “I have been blessed,” he said quietly. |
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Marek is devoted not to money or adventure or danger like the other dragons in the Chase, but to one strange deity he has more than one tie to. Nothing is coincidence to Marek: everything is fate. But it’s better to start at the beginning. Marek was born in Shadow territory to dragons Blazek and Rhiannon, children of the Cloudcover and Turntail family, respectively. Their families did not particularly get on, and so to save their potential in-laws the angst, left the hunters to dance. The circumstances of Marek’s hatching were, to the outside dragon, quite near to average. His development inside his egg was somehow stunted━no one is quite sure why━and it was a miracle he broke through the woody exterior. Coddled and never very strong, Marek was constantly behind the other hatchlings in his clutch and clan. Nevertheless, he was told, probably too much, that he was special. He was devastated when he realized there were hundreds of thousands of dragons just like him, dragons with near identical struggles and feelings. They were just like everyone else: common, ordinary, and really not bad off. When he was old enough, with years of bitterness building from what he considered a lie, he left home to prove that he was, in fact, special. The cult of Belenus was just what he wanted. Dragons to Belenus were special and unique, capable of anything. Marek worshipped this god of chaos and free will and vowed to do his part in making Sornieth new in Belenus’s image. In chaos, nothing is the same. Everything is special. And Marek, he was told, was special. As in his youth, he believed it. He worked hard to learn what they had to teach him, mostly about magic. He still couldn’t lift a weapon if his life depended on it. One of the priests called Marek aside one day to tell him he was ready to take his servitude of Belenus elsewhere. Marek’s task was to return the children of the god back home to help in the fight against their mother. One such little god, Tohil, lived in the very same clan as Marek’s extended family, his parents, great-grandparents, and cousins. As a Shadow dragon, he could hide his true motives and return home like a long-lost son. It was perfect, it was fate. Marek alone could do this job. |
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Marek still has his childhood pet Strike to keep him company. Strike never really got along with the other dragons and beasts in Belenus’s cult, but he is acknowledged to be as true a familiar as a dragon could possibly get. Like Marek, Strike is thin to the point of skeletal, but it doesn’t seem to matter how many rats he swallows whole. |
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Tohil is the son of Belenus, the dragon that Marek thinks is a god. He is currently on a mission from a priest of Belenus, to basically kidnap Tohil and bring him “home.” He’s not sure about his ability to kidnap another god, though, no matter how special and fated he is to do so. That, and, Tohil thinks that all gods probably ought to just stop being. With every passing day, Marek hates him more. |
The only other dragon Marek fears in the Tempest Chase (besides Tohil) is his great-uncle Spjall. One false move and the jig could be up, and Marek would never even remember what he was doing in the first place. |
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» Like many of his relatives in the Chase, Marek has taken his grandmother’s surname, Turntail, as his own. » » Marek very much takes after his great-grandmother, Celtine, the grifter and spy. He doesn’t like to think he’s quite comparable to these ill-informed mortals, however. |
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