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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
7.34 m
Wingspan
5.47 m
Weight
559.09 kg
Genetics
White
Basic
Basic
White
Basic
Basic
Blood
Crackle
Crackle
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Wildclaw
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
8
AGI
9
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
6
Biography
    
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neutral evil
Escaped Convict
Hatched in a small ice clan, Wrost did not have much going for her. Her clan was poor and weak, destined to suffer in the harsh, merciless environment of the Southern Icefield. She never learned what drew her ancestors to such an unforgiving place, and she would never be able to. Her clan was completely destroyed by a band of criminals when she was still juvenile. The only reason she survived was her soft, unblemished skin. Her mother, an astute wildclaw that was also raised in the Ice flight, buried Wrost in the snow before the fighting began. Only her small, white nose stuck out of the snow, easy to miss seeing, though Wrost could see everything that was happening. After the criminals slaughtered Wrost's clan, her skin was no longer unblemished. The latent arcane magic within her from her paternal side reacted to the blood that melted the snow around her, fusing it to her skin. She lives with it as a reminder what was done to her, a dark past that created a darker future. She spent years training in the harsh environment of the Fortress of Ends, sculpting her body into a weapon. She trained viciously, survivor's guilt turning into something different, something sharper. It gave her purpose, and ultimately culminated in her hunting down and killing the dragons that had destroyed her clan. They hadn't even put up as much of a fight as she had been expecting, and they ended quickly, leaving Wrost standing in a puddle of their blood with no mission to drive her any longer. She was found in that state, put on trial and imprisoned, never speaking a word in her own defense. Whether or not she deserved imprisonment, she did not care, letting them do as they pleased. She had no other purpose, no reason for freedom. She had achieved revenge, her clan could rest in peace. The cold cell, the routine, the isolation, none of it mattered to Wrost. Until one day it did. A new dragon was imprisoned in the cell beside hers, a talkative dragon who feared isolation and containment. The dragon prattled on constantly, another white noise for Wrost to ignore. Or at least, that was what she thought at first. The dragon's voice was irritating and piercing, breaking through Wrost's mental walls. The prattle was inane, and as the days went on, became increasingly less sane. Maybe if Wrost had ever replied to her cell neighbor, the dragon would not have fallen from sanity so quickly. But fall they did, and they did not fall quietly. Within weeks of the dragon's imprisonment, Wrost reached her breaking point and realized she could not stay there anymore. Having never been a problem prisoner, it did not take much effort to escape from the fortress. She only knew how to kill, so for every guard she encountered, she left behind a corpse, moving faster than they could think. She left with minimal resistance, no alarms sounded, and stepped out into freedom in daylight she hadn't seen since she'd been dragged into the cliff-side fortress. Though she is still listless, without mission, she wandered into this clan with no resistance. None of the dragons bother her for long, and when she doesn't reply to their questions, they simply shrug and answer for her or lose interest in speaking to her. She has found herself drawn towards certain members of the clan, preferring their silent or familiar company. Luthar is one of them, Cult is another, and Geist seems to be the only dragon, if he could be considered one, that she actively seeks out for reasons she never speaks about, since she never speaks at all. Sometimes, she finds purpose, though it is fleeting. When other clans attack the lair, she knows how to fight, how to kill their enemies, and so she exercises again, stretches her well-trained muscles and destroys anyone who gets in her way.
Removed Iridescent 2019-01-04
Removed Shimmer 2019-01-04 Applied Crackle 2019-01-04 |
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