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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.16 m
Wingspan
6.11 m
Weight
687.47 kg
Genetics
Carmine
Tapir
Tapir
Bronze
Striation
Striation
Carrot
Capsule
Capsule
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Pearlcatcher
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
- You learned to master the flames, but they've learned to control you as well.
- They sing praises of you, your comrades, all the while you scream agonizing cries. They don't seem to notice your struggles.
- Stories of you were foretold countless generations ago. How could you be so unlucky?
- It is morning. Get up.
- You are taking part in a dream that was never yours. You are taking part in a destiny you could never change.
- It is routine.
- The terrorizing shrieks of the young wildclaw as she was dragged away doesn't bother you. She was just like the rest. Her cry annoys you more than anything.
- The elder still go to shield your eyes, but you feel there is no purpose in that anymore.
- It is but tradition. Fate. Destiny. Why turn your eyes away from the inevitable?
- Father went next. Then sister. Mother was saved for last.
- You didn't care. You don't care.
- You knew they wouldn't take you. What had you to fear?
- You look down from the ancient cliffs you stood upon. The drift below is strong.
- Without a second thought, you leap.
- You wonder what it will feel like. You spread your wings, and let the flames control you.
- You feel weak. You can't control yourself anymore.
- The flames don't hurt you. They cradle you, they guide, and they make you soar.
- It is fate.
- It is destiny.
- You broke routine.
- Gothic written by TalesofMysteries
- They sing praises of you, your comrades, all the while you scream agonizing cries. They don't seem to notice your struggles.
- Stories of you were foretold countless generations ago. How could you be so unlucky?
- It is morning. Get up.
- You are taking part in a dream that was never yours. You are taking part in a destiny you could never change.
- It is routine.
- The terrorizing shrieks of the young wildclaw as she was dragged away doesn't bother you. She was just like the rest. Her cry annoys you more than anything.
- The elder still go to shield your eyes, but you feel there is no purpose in that anymore.
- It is but tradition. Fate. Destiny. Why turn your eyes away from the inevitable?
- Father went next. Then sister. Mother was saved for last.
- You didn't care. You don't care.
- You knew they wouldn't take you. What had you to fear?
- You look down from the ancient cliffs you stood upon. The drift below is strong.
- Without a second thought, you leap.
- You wonder what it will feel like. You spread your wings, and let the flames control you.
- You feel weak. You can't control yourself anymore.
- The flames don't hurt you. They cradle you, they guide, and they make you soar.
- It is fate.
- It is destiny.
- You broke routine.
- Gothic written by TalesofMysteries
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