Iamus

Background: An entertainer, he's very smug and good his job. A lot of dragons trust him. But dragons tend to...disappear when he's visiting. What many dont know, or perhaps what many dont want to believe. Is that he is a monster disguised as a dragon.

concepts/ideas: blacklight, colorful, neon, dark, something is wrong but you cant tell what it is, a wolf in sheep's clothing, something is watching you in the dark

special notes:He does not fear death, nor does he fear being caught

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Personality: Confident, Cruel, Manipulative, Smug, and very happy

Outfits

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Lore (summary)

~The beginning (ringleader outfit)~

•raised by the shade
•steals the souls and magic of other dragons for power
(Dragons die after he does this)
•has a circus of some sort
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~successful entertainer (deceiver outfit)~

•brought his circus thing here (the lair of AppleTrash)
•got found out
•mcheckin died
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~mcheckin dead (dream eater/nightmare outfits)~

•whoops he's a ghost now, time to curse everyone here with nightmares
•whoops the dragon that killed him removed any forms of dreams from the clan
•now there are no nightmares but there are no dreams either
•still tries to take dragon souls and magic

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Writing

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He didn't worry
The magician was an expert at his secret
There were many dragons great for the taking
and so he would take them
He would take them for himself and feel his power grow
Iamus
He was a mysterious genius of magic
He seemed so kind yet something was hidden beneath the spells
He is not who he seems to be
~Poem by Ceilingfen~
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Iamus's bright smile was put on show when the young dragon stepped tentaively through the door. He waved for the youngling to sit with him, nestled away in the corner of the dark and musty room. That was the last mistake the youngling made - that he did.

Iamus's smile grew brighter, pearly whites shining in the dark room. It was not often a dragon had willingly come to see him, it had been many years since the last one. He normally had to raise his prey from the egg, to be able to manipulate them into being willing.

But here the young dragon sat in front of him, eyes wide in awe, hands innocently clenched on his lap.
"What have you come to see me for?"

"I-I heard you could help me." Iamus raised an eyebrow at the younglings formed. The youngling gulped, before looking down at the ground.
"My... my sister, she is sick. They said you were her only hope." Iamus grinned. His whispers in the night where working, placing trust in him when none should be found.
"I'll help her... for a price."

The youngling physically gulped, a shudder racing down him. But he had been told that this dragon was a man of his word, and he would do anything to save his sister. And as the desicion was made in his mind, Iamus felt him accept his fate. Iamus grinned wider as the dark tendrils billowed into the small dark room, leaving only a terrified scream behind.
~Lore by Rosayc~

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Art

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~Art by Caecilius~


~Art by SaltyGhost~


~Art by Lykos~


~Art by Draconia34~


~Art by QuetzalMuse~


~Art by starsystems~


~Art by FireBrimstone~


~Art by satanbacons~


~Art by Me~

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Mood boards

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~Mood board by Vultur~


~Mood board by SrtaZ42~

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