Loptr
(#48718616)
Level 8 Imperial
Familiar
Storm Seeker
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Male Imperial
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Personal Style
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Skin
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Measurements
Length
22.26 m
Wingspan
17.84 m
Weight
9223.57 kg
Genetics
Cobalt
Metallic
Metallic
Cobalt
Alloy
Alloy
Cobalt
Spines
Spines
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 8 Imperial
EXP: 1615 / 16009
STR
36
AGI
11
DEF
11
QCK
19
INT
8
VIT
10
MND
6
Biography
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LOPTR the GOD of CHAOS dark must balance light or light will fade | ............ |
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The fall winds always blew cold. In the air, Loptr could taste the oncoming storm. The moisture was already beginning to freeze into delicate crystals. This winter, it seemed, would come early and hard. The dragon glanced around the desolate lands. The ground beneath him was hard, not with frost but with stone. Trees grew interspersedly, but landmarks were almost always jagged boulders ticking up from the mossy grounds like claws of a giant hatchling trying to break free of its egg. This land–the few lives it contained hardened like ice–was not always his home. He was a prince. As the youngest of his siblings, he lived a carefree life. If he died, it was no matter. He was not heir. He was not even next in line should his eldest brother die. No one paid him much mind as he roamed free into the beautiful lands of his childhood. Golden meadows stretched to the horizon, bordered only by ancient forests blossoming with life. Peace was so much a part of his life he did not know the word. In the royal family, all dragons were born neutral and only found their element upon eating a white flower that bloomed at night and glowed like the moon. It was tradition to eat one upon reaching adulthood. Loptr’s elder brothers had both been claimed by Light, his sisters Arcane and Nature. They were granted powers accordingly. His brothers became Paladins and guardians of the peace, his eldest sister a Sorceress with an affinity for giving life, his other sister a Druid and guardian of the wilds. When Loptr took that fateful flower and swallowed it, he was claimed by something far more wretched. Plague. |
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Loptr’s father, the King, ceased speaking to him. His siblings became wary. His mother, the Queen, was the only one who remained by his side. Like any dragon with new powers, Loptr found himself struggling to control it. He spread disease, death, chaos. Most of his deeds were reversible. His brothers would cut down any summoned beasts, his sisters restore beings and nature alike. Loptr’s frustrations grew, and with it did his powers. He was fueled off of his anger, his pain, his confusion at his father’s sudden hatred for him. His only solace was in his mother’s presence when she calmed him and got him to focus. Plague, she said, was as important as light. It balanced the universe. There was no life without death, no light without shadow, no health without plague. The Queen aided Loptr in his training, but it seemed he was destined for Chaos. It was not until one fateful morning when his mother stepped into the room that he was not tolerated. The air had been brisk that morning, not unlike the late fall air. Light snow had begun to twinkle down, sparkling in the partial sunlight. It was beautiful. Loptr had lost himself in the sight, glancing out the window, thrumming with energy in his delight. His mother placed a paw upon his back to get his attention. He had no control of it, the energy that surged from his body into hers. He had no control of the plague he needed to survive but was poison to all others. He whipped around, called for his sisters, but it was already much too late. His energy had been too much. Loptr did not wait for the wrath of his father, but ran. Not for fear, but for the guilt that grasped his heart. He had killed the only one who cared for him. |
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The storm would arrive soon. It had been many years since he had left home and found himself in the desolate, frozen lands he claimed. He called himself King. King of the ice, the broken, and of the dead. God of Chaos. Was that not what he had become? He knew his power true. Oh, and it had always thrummed so much harder than his siblings. It fed off of his pain, off of his loneliness, anger, and self-loathing. It fed and it fed until Loptr felt them no longer. He was a frozen beast walking.
King and God and numb and entirely alone. 
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aesthetic: beg me for mercy // admit you were toxic // you poisoned me just for another dollar in your pocket // now i am the violence // i am the sickness // won’t accept your silence, beg me for forgiveness |
likes: the cold, winter, the snow and ice (he can’t damage what’s frozen), arctic foxes, ravens, his familiar and companion dislikes: too much time around others, things he fears he might destroy, places that are too warm, white flowers _________________________________________________________ |
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