Jonah
(#50068846)
Level 1 Fae
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Female Fae
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
1.27 m
Wingspan
0.85 m
Weight
3 kg
Genetics
Grey
Jaguar
Jaguar
Pink
Noxtide
Noxtide
Smoke
Capsule
Capsule
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Fae
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
6
INT
8
VIT
5
MND
8
Biography
Jonah
born Jonah
The Leviathan Keeper of the Gilded Tempest
A Tale of Codes Changed
Can you hear me?
Sorry, I mean can you see what I’m saying?
Here, on your screen. The text. Can you read it?
Oh, good. It seems like you can.
I bet you’re here for my story. The granddaughter of the mad Alhazred, whose daughter surpassed death itself because someone broke the site code for her.
My story isn’t all that impressive, you know. Do you really want to hear it?
…
Okay then. I’ll talk. I have no reason not to.
I was hatched in a Light nest, my eyes and colors determined by the code. I was meant to be sheltered from that knowledge, the very thing that comprises our very existence. I was meant to never learn of how my mother was saved by the breaking of the code, nor how my father is but a mindless puppet for my mother, given to her by the one who saved her. I was never supposed to learn about my grandfather, nor was I ever supposed to know what he had done to my mother’s brothers and sisters. And yet, I can read the code, and I can see the truth of what was changed. I can see where she was meant to be, how I would never have existed if it weren’t for a small snippet of code being moved from one lair to another. According to the one who saved my mother, I was meant to become a seer like my mother, yet even I know I was never meant to see the code. For a time, I truly didn’t know.
And then Spooky came along. The small Spiral, evading strands of code, spotting me, all of it was planned carefully. She knew exactly what she was doing when she came to me, and she knew what was hidden from me. She chose to show me what I could not see, what I didn’t know. Her sister had said my grandfather might try to find me, if he ever knew I existed, and that had been enough for Spooky.
Yes, there might have been better ways of going about it. Perhaps warning me of a dragon with a grudge on my family, or adopting me into the clan naturally, following the code. And yet, if it weren’t for her choices, her own manipulation of the code, I wouldn’t be here, talking to you. I would never have known the truth. I might not have ever left, following in my mother’s footsteps and, eventually, finding the end of my journey at death’s maw as my own code is scrapped. But I’ll never know of death. Not really.
Spooky offered to show me the code of her home, and while I certainly enjoyed the sight, I decided it wasn’t exactly where I wanted to be. How would my code truly fit into a group of Wanderers who had stopped wandering by a literal pit of death and decay? No, that wasn’t the right home for me.
It was rough on my own. I didn’t want Spooky dragging me back to her little division of code, her little tab of a lair. I wanted to go somewhere else in the lair. It was during this time that I caught sight of the Gilded Tempest.
One ship of four, with a Leviathan guarding it and guiding it on the deep blue sea. I stared into the abyss, and he stared back. He could see me, even if he didn’t understand. He may have been in the same lair as Spooky, but I knew I wanted to be there. I wanted to be with these particular dragons.
When they came to port, I dropped my code into the harbor. I didn’t expect to actually find myself floundering in the waves, nor did I write in a story to explain it to the dragons of the little harbor town. The Gilded Tempest picked me up and brought me to a tavern, warming me up and asking for my story. I didn’t know what to tell them, so I lied. I realized that, since I hadn’t written a story before this to explain my appearance in the sea, I could say anything and it could easily be seen as the truth.
I told them I saw their Leviathan and fell into the sea out of shock. I said I understood what he was saying as he led the Tempest into port, and to be fair, the code made that easy enough to do. They told me how he sometimes caused trouble, especially since his only means of communication with the crew was either a roar that sent them flying in fear, or a scuffle with a foe that nearly tipped the ship. I offered to help, and they gladly accepted.
Why wouldn’t they? I wrote it into the code, after all.
And so here I am, a Fae of Light, sailing on the deep blue sea with a kind Captain, a Leviathan as my dearest friend, and a small spiral who makes sure only I can see her when she checks up on me. I only need to change the code in the right way to bring good fortune to the Gilded Tempest, be it calm seas or riches aplenty. My skills are still quite unrefined, however, and I do tend to make quite a few mistakes, but Kalfu defends me as a mother would her child, and Hermod refuses to guide the ship if others start to mention the poor fortune I bring.
They called me Jonah, and they told me what it meant. I liked it, and made it officially a part of my own string of code.
That’s my story. I know, it’s quite boring in the end. I could’ve tried to fight my Grandfather, or perhaps tried to show my mother the code, even if I failed. I could’ve written a mind for my father, or perhaps made myself a new deity if I wanted.
But I don’t want that.
I want to be here, and I’m willing to do anything to stay with the Gilded Tempest.
Now, I’m sure you have other stories to read, so I’ll leave you be for now. I hope you enjoyed my silly little story.
Did you ask if it was really what happened to me?
Well, I’m on the Gilded Tempest with Hermod and Kalfu, right? I guess, really, it depends on you whether these events actually occurred to me, or if something else happened. It is not my job to convince you.
Have fun in your world beyond Sornieth. I hope to see the Gilded Tempest sail to it someday.
I’ll be waiting.
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