Tiran
(#49689729)
Level 25 Wildclaw
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Arcane.
Male Wildclaw
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
6.14 m
Wingspan
5.68 m
Weight
374.15 kg
Genetics
Mulberry
Lionfish
Lionfish
Crimson
Constellation
Constellation
Crimson
Capsule
Capsule
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Wildclaw
Max Level
STR
5
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
6
INT
8
VIT
5
MND
8
Biography
ruby webwing
H̙͉̜͚͕̦̣E̢͇͍̪͓͉A̢̬̹̰̘̞̳R̰͉ ̟͘H̭̮̱̟̤I҉͔͕̼̥̘ͅS̞ ̥̥̠̞̲̘C̜̖̭̜̹̣͉͡R̠̯̗̲Y̥̙͕̟̰͞
"You forced me out into the world, unprepared, unknowing.. You sent me out with a mere sword and basic training, saying it would test my will. You sent me out there K̹̦͈̖̗N̡̫̻͈͖͎͙ͅO̲͖̖̣̗W̹I̶N̼͖͉͓͎G̨͉͖̦͈͉ I would perish. For what? Some sick satisfaction? For some small glimmer of hope that I'd live, and slay the beast you ordered me to hunt?"
H̞̻̱̯̩̯E̞̬̪̙̦̼AR͇̱͡ ̙̮̫͔̺͢H̙͉̲I̳͔̟͚̺̜̱S͈͔̖ ̛̞̰̭̱͚̙̫C̛͓̹̟̫A҉̻̻͉̰̩L͠L̲̩̖
"Well? What do you think of me now? Am I strong enough for you, father? I didn't slay the beast, no. We became one. We're very much alike, and I very much enjoy it's company. But no, befriending it wasn't good enough for you.
Ỵ̰̘O̴͇̟ͅU҉̮̞̭ S̲͚̱̮̭͕͡A̧̭̩̭̤̩̤̹I̮̮̱̥̠D҉̭̣ ̛̗͓̱̦I̮̜̠̰͇̲ͅ ͇̙W̲̫̗̯A̜̙̺S̥̩͓̪ ̯̼̹̮̟̣D͢Ẹ̸̠͎͙̜̗ͅA̗̲͍̬̣̯̯͝D̖͍̕ to everyone I loved and cared about. And I couldn't do a thing about it. You threatened me, banished me, you even tried to slay me.
H͙̱̠E̡̱̖̳ͅA̷̦̘̱͉̺R͏̮͎̻͙̜̻ ̰̻̥̬̯͍̫H̺͉͙IS͏͚̟̙͙̟͙ ͙̖C͞O̪M̗̗M̨̜̟̘̠̖̯ͅAN̛̪̖D̲̫͉
"So what do you think of me now, father? Everyone shakes in fear of me. Everyone bows down to me. I̴̝͖̅̊̊ ̴̘̹̏̊̇Ã̸̙M̶̺̉ ̴̲̒F̵͚͚̀͒̄É̵͚̰͋͜Ä̷̝̺̝́͗R̷͚̳̝͋̑E̶̮͉̣̐̋Ḓ̵͌̚͝ ̶͓̀̇B̴̞̓Y̷̭͓̔ ̶͎̭̰̔A̸̝͈̐Ĺ̴̺̮̃Ļ̷̳̉̉, I see why you like it. Is this what you wanted father? I bet it is. I bet you knew about the monster you would create. Are you proud? ARE YOU PROUD?
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In the land of Ice laid a small kingdom in which a child named Tiran was born. Tiran was a lively thing, born to a respected knight named Stolz. Without much of a motherly figure in his life, Stolz was all that Tiran could look up to and could learn from. As a coldhearted figure, Tiran didn't receive much love from his father and instead, he received discipline. He had heard stories about the siblings Tiran has, however, he could never figure out where they went or what happened to them.
Tiran was born to be a knight fighting alongside his father. Due to this, he has experienced fierce and hard training from his father younger than most of the other knights in the kingdom. He tries to take pride in it, but sometimes he couldn't help but wonder if he was made for something else. Soon enough was Tiran given his first challenge - to go and slay a monster that lurks around the outskirts of the kingdom.
The Wildclaw was surprised at that being his first challenge, thinking of it to be too difficult for him at his current fighting level. However, his father wouldn't change his mind on the matter, and Tiran sadly had to accept the challenge, lest he would experience disapproval from his father.
When Tiran had finally found the monster he was supposed to slay, he knew he couldn't stand a chance. Only being able to quiver under its gaze, the Wildclaw was unable to fully depict the creature's appearance. The monster took no time in attacking Tiran, and in that moment of fear was all the experience and training the Wildclaw had in his mind lost. With it, came his life.
The monster had taken hold of Tiran's corpse and used it to take on a more like-able disguise, however, bits of the monster couldn't help but spill out of Tiran through the red smoke coming off of his possessed body. Regardless, the monster returned to town under the guise of Tiran in hopes of getting under the radar and finding more dragons to kill.
Taking control of Tiran's mind as well as his body, the monster was beginning to link and become more alike to Tiran, becoming angry at Stolz for his actions and treatment of Tiran. The Fae, unable to see the monster lurking inside of his son, dismissed him and declared him dead to the kingdom due to his failure. Fuming, Tiran left in exile, but not without the thought of coming back for revenge. The monster knew Stolz couldn't be challenged in this state - it needed more power.
The monster struggled to keep Tiran's body in its full control, as the angered mind conflicted with the monster's sole intention of stealth and kill. Due to this, Tiran would often throw himself into a destructive fit without much help to stop it. This attracted the attention of a strange and colorful Skydancer named Tristam, who quickly took Tiran into his nearby kingdom and into the grasp of Esselm, the queen.
Quickly convincing Esselm that Tiran could be used for defense, Tristam got to work in making Tiran obey Tristam and the kingdom's generals by showing him hospitality in return for Tiran's alliance. Confused but eager to find an opening, Tiran let Tristam care for the Wildclaw until the time was right. However, as the days went by Tiran began to grow hungry and wanting, and would sneak off into the night to satisfy his bloodthirst.
Scared of the growing numbers of disappearances in the kingdom, Tristam kicked Tiran out of the kingdom and into the forest nearby in hopes of him finding something else to distract him - possibly become another kingdom's problem. All Tiran saw, however, was an opening. The kingdom was weakened with fewer dragons, and even the outskirts smelled of anxiety and fear.
Tiran swiftly got to work. Invading the castle walls, he consumed the souls of the kingdom's army and controlled their bodies as if they were puppets. Despite the evacuation order declared by Esselm as soon as they figured out Tiran had invaded, it was too late. Tiran took satisfaction in the kingdom falling at the hands of their own army and sought after the members of the royal family that lived in the castle for his revenge.
Once there was nothing more to the kingdom besides ashes and bone, Tiran looked to his army of lifeless yet fierce warriors and decided to go beyond taking revenge against one or two kingdoms. The Wildclaw sought out all the neighboring kingdoms with the hopes of burning them all to ashes, hoping for some satisfaction out of all the destruction he would cause. He didn't feel much anymore.
Creating a hideout and even gaining a few followers who he would use to his advantage against the kingdoms, Tiran found himself in a comfortable position with little in his way. However, he still experienced sudden fits of anger and needed to figure out a way to control his unrestricted and animalistic mind. Hearing word of a Guardian whose melodies could soothe even the strongest of souls, Tiran wasted no time in seeking her out and tracking her down via information of her next performance.
Although the kidnapped Guardian's songs relaxed the Wildclaw, he found this luxury didn't last for long. A strange Skydancer clad in armor had invaded Tiran's camp while he was out in an attempt to recruit more dragons for his army and had rescued the Guardian. Angered, Tiran had changed his plans from tackling and taking down the neighboring kingdoms and instead set out to take revenge on this Skydancer. Yet to receive much information on her, Tiran waits patiently for any sort of word from his spies and agents on who this mysterious pest could be...
H̙͉̜͚͕̦̣E̢͇͍̪͓͉A̢̬̹̰̘̞̳R̰͉ ̟͘H̭̮̱̟̤I҉͔͕̼̥̘ͅS̞ ̥̥̠̞̲̘C̜̖̭̜̹̣͉͡R̠̯̗̲Y̥̙͕̟̰͞
"You forced me out into the world, unprepared, unknowing.. You sent me out with a mere sword and basic training, saying it would test my will. You sent me out there K̹̦͈̖̗N̡̫̻͈͖͎͙ͅO̲͖̖̣̗W̹I̶N̼͖͉͓͎G̨͉͖̦͈͉ I would perish. For what? Some sick satisfaction? For some small glimmer of hope that I'd live, and slay the beast you ordered me to hunt?"
H̞̻̱̯̩̯E̞̬̪̙̦̼AR͇̱͡ ̙̮̫͔̺͢H̙͉̲I̳͔̟͚̺̜̱S͈͔̖ ̛̞̰̭̱͚̙̫C̛͓̹̟̫A҉̻̻͉̰̩L͠L̲̩̖
"Well? What do you think of me now? Am I strong enough for you, father? I didn't slay the beast, no. We became one. We're very much alike, and I very much enjoy it's company. But no, befriending it wasn't good enough for you.
Ỵ̰̘O̴͇̟ͅU҉̮̞̭ S̲͚̱̮̭͕͡A̧̭̩̭̤̩̤̹I̮̮̱̥̠D҉̭̣ ̛̗͓̱̦I̮̜̠̰͇̲ͅ ͇̙W̲̫̗̯A̜̙̺S̥̩͓̪ ̯̼̹̮̟̣D͢Ẹ̸̠͎͙̜̗ͅA̗̲͍̬̣̯̯͝D̖͍̕ to everyone I loved and cared about. And I couldn't do a thing about it. You threatened me, banished me, you even tried to slay me.
H͙̱̠E̡̱̖̳ͅA̷̦̘̱͉̺R͏̮͎̻͙̜̻ ̰̻̥̬̯͍̫H̺͉͙IS͏͚̟̙͙̟͙ ͙̖C͞O̪M̗̗M̨̜̟̘̠̖̯ͅAN̛̪̖D̲̫͉
"So what do you think of me now, father? Everyone shakes in fear of me. Everyone bows down to me. I̴̝͖̅̊̊ ̴̘̹̏̊̇Ã̸̙M̶̺̉ ̴̲̒F̵͚͚̀͒̄É̵͚̰͋͜Ä̷̝̺̝́͗R̷͚̳̝͋̑E̶̮͉̣̐̋Ḓ̵͌̚͝ ̶͓̀̇B̴̞̓Y̷̭͓̔ ̶͎̭̰̔A̸̝͈̐Ĺ̴̺̮̃Ļ̷̳̉̉, I see why you like it. Is this what you wanted father? I bet it is. I bet you knew about the monster you would create. Are you proud? ARE YOU PROUD?
ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD? ARE YOU PROUD?
In the land of Ice laid a small kingdom in which a child named Tiran was born. Tiran was a lively thing, born to a respected knight named Stolz. Without much of a motherly figure in his life, Stolz was all that Tiran could look up to and could learn from. As a coldhearted figure, Tiran didn't receive much love from his father and instead, he received discipline. He had heard stories about the siblings Tiran has, however, he could never figure out where they went or what happened to them.
Tiran was born to be a knight fighting alongside his father. Due to this, he has experienced fierce and hard training from his father younger than most of the other knights in the kingdom. He tries to take pride in it, but sometimes he couldn't help but wonder if he was made for something else. Soon enough was Tiran given his first challenge - to go and slay a monster that lurks around the outskirts of the kingdom.
The Wildclaw was surprised at that being his first challenge, thinking of it to be too difficult for him at his current fighting level. However, his father wouldn't change his mind on the matter, and Tiran sadly had to accept the challenge, lest he would experience disapproval from his father.
When Tiran had finally found the monster he was supposed to slay, he knew he couldn't stand a chance. Only being able to quiver under its gaze, the Wildclaw was unable to fully depict the creature's appearance. The monster took no time in attacking Tiran, and in that moment of fear was all the experience and training the Wildclaw had in his mind lost. With it, came his life.
The monster had taken hold of Tiran's corpse and used it to take on a more like-able disguise, however, bits of the monster couldn't help but spill out of Tiran through the red smoke coming off of his possessed body. Regardless, the monster returned to town under the guise of Tiran in hopes of getting under the radar and finding more dragons to kill.
Taking control of Tiran's mind as well as his body, the monster was beginning to link and become more alike to Tiran, becoming angry at Stolz for his actions and treatment of Tiran. The Fae, unable to see the monster lurking inside of his son, dismissed him and declared him dead to the kingdom due to his failure. Fuming, Tiran left in exile, but not without the thought of coming back for revenge. The monster knew Stolz couldn't be challenged in this state - it needed more power.
The monster struggled to keep Tiran's body in its full control, as the angered mind conflicted with the monster's sole intention of stealth and kill. Due to this, Tiran would often throw himself into a destructive fit without much help to stop it. This attracted the attention of a strange and colorful Skydancer named Tristam, who quickly took Tiran into his nearby kingdom and into the grasp of Esselm, the queen.
Quickly convincing Esselm that Tiran could be used for defense, Tristam got to work in making Tiran obey Tristam and the kingdom's generals by showing him hospitality in return for Tiran's alliance. Confused but eager to find an opening, Tiran let Tristam care for the Wildclaw until the time was right. However, as the days went by Tiran began to grow hungry and wanting, and would sneak off into the night to satisfy his bloodthirst.
Scared of the growing numbers of disappearances in the kingdom, Tristam kicked Tiran out of the kingdom and into the forest nearby in hopes of him finding something else to distract him - possibly become another kingdom's problem. All Tiran saw, however, was an opening. The kingdom was weakened with fewer dragons, and even the outskirts smelled of anxiety and fear.
Tiran swiftly got to work. Invading the castle walls, he consumed the souls of the kingdom's army and controlled their bodies as if they were puppets. Despite the evacuation order declared by Esselm as soon as they figured out Tiran had invaded, it was too late. Tiran took satisfaction in the kingdom falling at the hands of their own army and sought after the members of the royal family that lived in the castle for his revenge.
Once there was nothing more to the kingdom besides ashes and bone, Tiran looked to his army of lifeless yet fierce warriors and decided to go beyond taking revenge against one or two kingdoms. The Wildclaw sought out all the neighboring kingdoms with the hopes of burning them all to ashes, hoping for some satisfaction out of all the destruction he would cause. He didn't feel much anymore.
Creating a hideout and even gaining a few followers who he would use to his advantage against the kingdoms, Tiran found himself in a comfortable position with little in his way. However, he still experienced sudden fits of anger and needed to figure out a way to control his unrestricted and animalistic mind. Hearing word of a Guardian whose melodies could soothe even the strongest of souls, Tiran wasted no time in seeking her out and tracking her down via information of her next performance.
Although the kidnapped Guardian's songs relaxed the Wildclaw, he found this luxury didn't last for long. A strange Skydancer clad in armor had invaded Tiran's camp while he was out in an attempt to recruit more dragons for his army and had rescued the Guardian. Angered, Tiran had changed his plans from tackling and taking down the neighboring kingdoms and instead set out to take revenge on this Skydancer. Yet to receive much information on her, Tiran waits patiently for any sort of word from his spies and agents on who this mysterious pest could be...
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