Carina (#49666105)
Straight on into wilderness, forward into darkness
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Energy: 44/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Lightning.
Female Ridgeback
This dragon is on a Coliseum team.
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Measurements

Length
22.55 m
Wingspan
16.43 m
Weight
7804.83 kg

Genetics

Primary Gene
Sunshine
Skink
Secondary Gene
Rust
Noxtide
Tertiary Gene
Green
Capsule

Hatchday

Hatchday
Feb 24, 2019
(2 years)

Breed

Breed
Adult
Ridgeback

Eye Type

Eye Type
Lightning
Common
Level 25 Ridgeback
Max Level
STR
117
AGI
11
DEF
6
QCK
69
INT
5
VIT
26
MND
5

Biography

Carina Navis
The Founder













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Once you had the power to effect monumental change, would you let fear consume you?


xxxCarina Navis is old, much older than the small clan she’s learned to call home in the last few years.
xxxFor a clan leader, she’s strange, really. Since birth, her blood has been devoid of any magical potential whatsoever. Few dragons are born truly gifted in magic, but to be utterly devoid of it is nearly unheard-of. It’s everywhere, collecting in the scales of every dragon before they’re even hatched, entering the body continuously through food and potions, collecting in the blood and bones. And yet Carina has none. Magic simply slides off her scales as if she were oil and it were water. Her eyes are all that mark her as a Lightning-born dragon; that and her horrible coffee consumption.
xxxMost would consider this a disadvantage, perhaps even a disease, but Carina has found two distinct advantages of her condition. One: curses don’t work on her. Oh, magical fire will burn her as well as regular fire, yes; but spells that are not so physical in nature are practically useless against her. The second, and more important by an order of magnitude: no magic means no interference.
xxxOf course, the minor interference caused by ambient magic is nothing that would concern one in their everyday life. Particle physics, however, is a different beast entirely; one that, as it turns out, Carina is quite well suited for. She’s meticulous, patient, ambitious, and full an insatiable curiosity for the precise inner workings of this universe. Her fascination with the idea of figuring out a scientific explanation for magic as a whole, and how it interacts with the universe on the most basic scale, led her begin a rather unconventional career in the Shifting Expanse.
xxxHer clan began as a small group of researchers undertaking an ambitious but underfunded project that Lightning dragons viewed as having no practical application and that Arcane dragons viewed as an unnecessary waste of resources put into tackling a question from the wrong angle.

-went through the process of transforming herself into a Ridgeback due to a need to prove herself to her clanmates when she survived an assassination attempt and regained control of the clan from Adriana

-etc etc lightning was too organized for her so she took the clan and hecked off to shadow to become a feral scientist
-a feral particle physicist, in her case, at least at the time, though she studied many other disciplines
-founded AlCa organization
-Horizon Seeker project, Aquila-Aermead conspiracy, first encounter with the Shade
-disappearance of Airell and his return
-construction of new base just offshore of the Tangled Wood, dedicated more purely to constructing a spacecraft
-Regulus’s ‘death’ on first manned spaceflight, and his return with Celeste
-investigation into origin of Shade
-Beta Carinae clan offshoot
-accident with Shade experiments that destroyed most of old clan (actually it wasn’t destroyed, but it activated a failsafe that froze the entire facility in time to prevent the spread of the Shade fragment when it escaped containment)
-Carina, Airell, Alastrina, Alathfar, and a few others from the old clan survived
-initial grief over the loss of their friends and horror at what they had nearly done brought them to the most remote regions of the Viridian Labyrinth, where they decided to set aside their past and try to make a new lives for themselves
-but oh uh. old habits die hard huh
-took advantage of proximity to the Ocean surrounding Sornieth’s mainland to build a facility outside the reach of the Deities
-now Carina, Airell, Alathfar, and a few others who know of the existence of the Nova Carinae base have to keep their damn mouths shut and pretend they’re just livin’ the ideal cottagecore life like everyone else and totally not leading an investigation into why exactly the Shade exists where there theoretically ought to be vacuum, and why the ghost of a dead astronaut brought with it a dragon from a parallel universe
-whole deal of “ok energy cannot be created so where the hell does magic come from” and celeste is like “my world is literally dying guys. and the entire void of space is trying to kill you. that energy DOES come from somewhere your deities either don’t know where or don’t want YOU to know”
-nobody would be surprised if she started day-drinking at this point. someone help her she has had Enough












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Five Years, Six Months Ago
xxxSensors, emergency generators, and all manner of inscrutable machinery crowd the cold room. It’s huge, large enough for several Imperials, and well-lit, but much of it is taken up by metal carapaces protecting impossibly sensitive equipment. A low electrical hum permeates the space, along with the faint smell of disinfectant.
xxxA thick transparent tube rises from floor to ceiling in the center of the room. The glasslike exterior of the vacuum chamber is thin, but beneath its surface, another layer shimmers and moves like plasma. This is the real barrier: a force field sustained by an appalling amount of energy. There’s three backup systems for that component alone. The Stormcatcher would be proud, Carina thinks wryly.
xxxAt first glance, the tube appears empty. The ridgeback takes a few solemn steps closer, and stops when her face is only a few inches from the glass. Glancing upward, she catches sight of something tiny and dark suspended in the center of the tube, and inhales sharply in spite of herself.
xxx Although she can’t see them, she knows that all through the tube there are force fields coiled around the splinter, folded up so tight that the tiny isolated particle of Shade can barely move a millimeter. But at close glance she can see that it is moving, very slightly, extending short appendages and quickly retracting them again, writhing with what appears to be hostility. Carina knows it’s not sentient, but watching it like this, it is difficult to put aside the deep-seated dread, the thought that they had trapped a tiny shard of purified evil only a few meters away from her. The room suddenly feels colder, the warnings of danger on the sealed door all the more severe.
xxx She knows she can’t allow herself to think this way. The others need her confidence. The tiny piece of Shade, whatever it really is, can’t hurt them, not while it’s contained in the vacuum chamber. They have safety measures in place, years of planning and theory to make sure they accounted for any possible contingency before beginning the investigation.
xxx When she turns around, she’s smiling. It’s not a warm smile, but a professional one, the smile of someone who knows they’re one step closer to uncovering an unpleasant truth. There’s an air of reverence in the room as she congratulates the team. It’s a brief occasion; she doesn’t need to explain to them the gravity of their work here, the significance of the breakthrough they have just made, the vital need for research to proceed as soon as possible. She simply congratulates them, and with that, the team follows her out of the room, sealing the door behind them. They’re eager to begin monitoring sensor readings. And Carina, well- Carina needs some coffee.

Five Years Ago
xxx There are thirteen of them approaching the edge of the territory, howling ocean gales ripping the words from their mouths as they struggle to stay aloft. Several meters down, the dark ocean sends up a spray that chills her to the bone. Steam hisses into the air as water comes into contact with the shifting form of Regulus, the flames of the Imperial’s body sputtering in the wind and casting a golden glow over the frothing ocean. Airell’s little claws dig into her waterlogged coat; he’s far too small to fly in winds like this. They’re almost at the edge of the territory now, almost at one of the pylons, whose golden-yellow light winks at them like a lighthouse in a storm. Somewhere deep beneath the cold surface lies one of the boundary pillars, and beyond that… what? Why has Regulus brought them here?
xxxCarina is just about to shout the question when the howling of the wind and ocean is shattered by an unearthly scream. The alarm pierces through the mist like a banshee’s cry, a portent of death that cuts into her brain with a cold serrated edge. She knows the sound, knows what it means, but only the way a dragon may hear a bird’s call and identify the bird; the meaning eludes her, and trying to understand is like gnawing at clean white bones. When she turns around, the bone cracks in her jaws, and the dark marrow tastes like death.
xxx Near the horizon, where dark land juts from the water’s surface like a tooth, the sea has turned ink-black. It’s different from the darkness of water; the liquid is alive and absolute, thick like clotting blood, and it boils and writhes like a living being, extending outward and raising tendrils into the air at impossible speeds.
xxx Regulus’ voice, a twin harmony, breaks through the sound for a moment, as if they were speaking directly in her ear. “Containment breach. Go.” Carina’s wings don’t move, and for a terrible moment she plummets toward the ocean, but Airell shouts something that gets lost in the turmoil and she’s jolted back to reality again.
xxx“We have ten seconds.” She knows this, of course; she helped put these security measures in place, helped plan for the worst. Ten seconds from the start of the alarm: that's all the time they have to evacuate in case of a breach like this before the countermeasures kick in. Anything longer, they'd decided when they first built the facility, would've left too little margin for error. But it was never supposed to happen. Ten seconds? What is ten seconds? Right now it’s an eternity and nothing at all. Time enough to have everything she’s ever built come crashing back down, but so little time for those still on the island. She can see them from here: tiny forms lifting off from the rock, some flying desperately toward the boundary, some trying to flee toward the clouds, and some picked off by tendrils of darkness. Already they are depressingly few in number. Their wings cannot beat fast enough, cannot possibly allow them to outrun what is coming.
xxxBut ten seconds is enough for her, if she hurries. She banks sharply and dives toward the border, her wings beating so quickly it hurts. The sound of the alarm is inside her head now, pulsing deafeningly to the beat of her heart. She doesn’t look back to see if the others are following, but after a moment Adriana and Tureis pull ahead, with Taiyi following close behind them. Airell’s tail intertwines with the spines along her back, and he presses himself flat against the wind threatening to blow him away. In her head she tries to count down those ten seconds, but time doesn’t make sense anymore; her wings, her heart, her breath, the ocean below, it’s all moving so fast and her thoughts have no frame of reference to latch onto.
xxx The boundary is still almost a hundred meters away. How many seconds now? Eight? Five? Three? She keeps her eyes focused on the glowing light of the pylon, tucking her legs toward her body tightly. The wind hurts her eyes, so she closes them, and time exists only in her head.
xxx A moment later it feels like she’s ripping through the boundary. As soon as she’s through, rogue magical energies tingle against her skin, seeping between her scales. She doesn’t stop flying, doesn’t open her eyes until she feels ocean spray against her face and realizes she’s too low.
xxx And then the alarm goes dead. For a moment, there’s a lull in the noise that leaves her ears ringing. She whirls around and feels Airell nearly lose his grip; the fae’s claws dig through her coat and scrape against her scales. The relief she feels to see her companions have all made it is quickly replaced by numb horror. Within the perimeter of the boundary, which now hums with enough magical energy to power a city, the water moves sluggishly, and far away her clanmates’ movements slow, and stop. They’re suspended motionless in the air, like some sort of morbid painting. The Shade no longer roils angrily; slow undulations pass through the dark mass, until finally, those, too, stop.
xxx She knows time is completely frozen within the dome when it suddenly goes dark. Even photons are held completely still in the little microcosm. It’s a spherical snapshot of a single infinitesimal moment in time, impenetrable and inescapable even for the Shade itself. A bubble like this could hold a deity or a star. All it holds now is a tiny sliver of the void; that and Carina’s entire world, the home and purpose she’d spent so long building.
xxxCarina feels sick.
xxx The sounds of the wind and the ocean return to her attention and she glances around to find her clanmates. Except Alastrina and Regulus, they all appear shell-shocked. A quick headcount confirms they all made it. All thirteen survivors. Sixty-seven left behind.
“Regulus, why didn’t you warn them?” Her voice comes out raw and hoarse; she doesn’t remember yelling but she feels that she must have.
xxx“There wasn’t time. We couldn’t. They had to stay. I’m sorry.”
She wants to scream; wants to throw something; wants to grab Regulus by the throat and drag the flaming ghost into the ocean. She wants to cry, too- but she can’t. She’s too numb, certain it was somehow all a bad dream. And even if she could, she wouldn’t. Her clanmates need her.
She wants to say something, but there’s nothing in her head she can put into words. Part of her wants to stay there for hours, days, linger by the edge of the darkness that separated her from her clanmates. They’d trusted her. This was her fault.
There isn’t time for that, though. She can feel her shoulders burning, the water soaking through her coat, and she can see her clanmates gasping for air. It’s time to leave. They can return anytime.
After all, those left on the island will have all the time in the world.


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Quick Info

Carina Navis
Lightning-born
Origins uncertain
Adult
No magical ability
Female, panromantic asexual
Neutral good
Former particle physicist

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Theme Song

Unfettered - Ocean Jet

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Carina


notes:
-tert gene is not capsule in lore; her stomach plating is an iridescent aqua like her wings
-secretly really wishes she had some neat lightning powers. she wants to zap people so bad

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Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

This began as a fallout shelter; a utopian community gone maddeningly wrong. A house that always floods, a knot that always tightens.

“We were trying to do the right thing.”
“I know, Airell.”
“How many died?”
“Airell, we don’t even know if they’re dead. We’ve found survivors. Alathfar, Tureis, Alastrina- they made it out.”
“And how many didn’t?”
For the first time, she is silent.
“Too many, Carina. Too many.”


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