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Saphiren

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Level 25 Imperial

Familiar

Bubbling Goblin

Energy: 0/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

19.46 m

Wingspan

23.31 m

Weight

8987.43 kg

Genetics

Blue
Clown

Sunshine
Eye Spots

Seafoam
Underbelly

Hatchday

Jul 19, 2014
(9 years)

Breed

Adult
Imperial

Eye Type

Water
Common

Level 25 Imperial

Max Level

STR

129

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

none

Biography

WE STAND FACE TO FACE WITH

OUR UNDRAGON RACE

x.x.personality | Saphiren is quiet and guarded, much unlike the imperial she was in her youth. Her bright eyes and sweet laughter have grown dull after her time imprisoned, where she sold her daydreams for scraps. But the silver lining is that those long, arduous hours of being mistreating and exploited have birthed a guarded wisdom that as a young and carefree spirit she would have never cultivated on her own. She is wise, even beyond her progressive years, and knows well the horrible capabilities even a single dragon can possess when left unchecked. Her power of prophecy is no longer something she divulges with just anyone. Where innocence once stood now caution is king, and it rules with an iron fist.

Among the sages, she is the most forthright with her desires. She gets on well with Vitori, but is brazen enough to do more than just remind the Queen of their bipartisanship. She does not ever feel the need to justify herself nor sneak about with her intentions. This candid demeanor is and has always been hers, making her very likable to the rest of the clan. They know her to be kindred and loving. Perhaps not as much as she once was, but the virtues do remain.

Since the clan's reformation, she is no longer as close to Pierre as she once was. The clan can only speculate as to why. Perhaps it is simply because two broken pieces can no longer fit together. She is instead close with her three children, hatchlings whom she adopted from other clans within the Crags. Raised as if they were her own, Alviarin, Valmur, and Riza are the core of her pride and strength and when she is with them does her compassion most show itself.

WE COMMIT THE SINS AGAIN
AND OUR SONS AND DAUGHTERS PAY

x.x.history | A blue eyed gem from the Fishspine Reef, Saphiren was best known for her beauty more than her prophetic abilities since she was young. Adults doted and peers fawned over her, causing her to grow in to a cheerful and social youth. She was playful, kind, and perhaps a bit immature but a joy to be around nonetheless.

And when it came to pass that she was one of those blessed with the power of prophecy, her spirits only heightened. Those in the Reef were adept at nurturing such a skill, and elders taught her how to interpret her dreams and tell the visions apart from them. As a hatchling, she would smirk upon wakefulness after a night of these visions and set herself to work at attempting to change them. Through each failed attempt, the bright water-eyed imperial girl soon learned, as all of the Tidelord's gifted children do, that the tides of fate could not be altered. What she envisioned, without flaw, became true.

But the first vision that really changed her life came just as she was nearing adulthood. An impeccably handsome dragon, scales of deep obsidian and eyes of bright nature green, appeared to her

one night. He was searching for something and in a flash she was shown a vision of an old, seaweed-covered book laying heavy at the bottom of the sea. This dream would occur three times over the course of a few weeks before one cool autumn day, this dragon would arrive at the clan seeking shelter while he searched for an old artifact he'd been hunting for some time.

Saphiren was immediately taken by him, and he her. In his spare time, she would sit with him and they would share tidbits of their life with one another. His name was Pierre and he was a treasure hunter, traveling all over Sornieth in search of old and rare artifacts. She learned that he had come to the Reef in search of a tome that held ancient knowledge of the Water flight. She piqued, certain that this must be the book she saw in her vision. Carefully, she shared with him that she was an Oracle and detailed how she had dreamt of him before his arrival and saw his book on the bottom of the sea.

From what she saw in the visions, she ascertained that the tome was somewhere near the edges of the Leviathan trench and together they set out to search for it. Pierre was not much of a swimmer and required some much needed lessons on diving, which provided a bi of amusement. Through the course of their exploration, they enjoyed one another's company so much that romance began to spark between Saphiren and Pierre. As much as she wanted to help him find the book, she also knew that it meant he would leave soon after. As tempting as it was to search the sea with him forever, she was an honest girl and couldn't bare the thought of decieving him.

So when at last she saw it, partly hidden beneath the underwater foliage, Saphiren retrieved for him. At the surface, they were surprised to discover that all of the pages were not only intact but legible as well. Truly, the magic of the Tidelord was at work here, ensuring that this was indeed the book that Pierre sought.

"So you'll be leaving then?" She inquired, her sad cerulean eyes all but pleading him not to go. He grinned back at her with the confidence she had grown so fond of in their time together. "Yes, that I will. But I've given it some thought, and I think that this ancient tome should really stay in the hands of a water dragon so I would like you to have it. Of course, I would still be completing my quest if you were to return with me to the Southern Icefields...as the book's keeper, of course." .

Saphiren joyously accepted and followed him to the floes where his small clan welcomed her with familial kindness. They were intrigued by her power of prophecy (well, except for Queen Morgane, who didn't believe in such things) and she fit in with them quite well. Saphiren and Pierre became close companions and she often traveled with him on his many ventures across Sornieth.

It would be wonderful to end her story there, where happy ever after is all but stated. There is, however, another chapter and it is a dark one that makes her soppy story thus far seem like but a child's fairytale. She saw it all unfold in a dream one night. No, not a dream, but a nightmare. She saw her clansmen welcome a shadowy figure in to the fortress, its face hidden from her divine sight. The Requiem nurtured this shadow, where it was able to grow large and begin to spread like a poison. She saw her friends become taken over by this shadow and change in to dragons she did not recognize. To her horror, these shadow-possessed fiends trapped her in shackles and left her in the darkness where she at last woke in a tremble.

The following day, Dominic arrived, battered and broken from a skirmish with the Beastclans. In their kindness, the clan began to nurse him back to health. Though Saphiren brought her vision to the Queen's attention, Morgane would not indulge her, and she was abruptly ignored. But Saphiren had already learned at a young age that anything she dreamed always came to pass, so she simply watched in horror as Dominic began to corrupt the clan with his hate for the beastclans.

What she hadn't expected was that he would overthrow Morgane and take lordship of the Requiem. Dominic, knowing the powers that Saphiren possessed, had her locked away in the Ghostlight Ruins so that he could use her as a private oracle. She thought that surely the clan would not allow this, but as days turned to weeks and week turned to months, no one came for her. Not even Pierre. He had vanished and she was left at Dominic's mercy, of which he had none. She was used as his personal Oracle, and if she could not divine specific information for him, he became enraged and punished her severely.

Saphiren grew cold and accepting of her new fate. Eventually she stopped dreaming altogether, until a vivid vision had shown her a bright, icy light overtaking Dominic's shadow and purging it from the clan. She awoke knowing that her captor would never return. Weakened, but determined, she mounted her escape. Mere imprisonment, however, was not the only danger of the Ghostlight Ruins, as the territory belonged to the Beastclans. Dominic may have despised them, but he was clever enough to use them when it suited him. The water oracle was forced to fight her way to freedom and returned to her clan nearly on collapse.

When she awoke, she found a clan much different than the one she had been taken from months before. Many faces she did not recognize and those that she did were hardened and unfriendly. Pierre was not among them. He had fled, which was perhaps the most painful part of all of this to Saphiren. Old friends, Lyre and Sammanus, informed her of all that she had missed and invited her to become a Sage to ensure that this tragedy that had befallen the clan could not be repeated with this new Monarch--Vitori. Yet another stranger to Saphiren. She regarded this new Queen cooly and with much distrust, but as with the other Sages, felt that Vitori was a controllable asset to the Requiem's new government.

Eventually, things would even out and the clan began to reconnect with its roots. Laughter filled the halls once more and wounds healed. Then, one cold morning Pierre returned. He bore unsightly scars and suffered from a limp, but the same confidence grin overtook him when he saw Saphiren. She did not smile back. "My love, you are alive." She stared back with cool indifference, those large cobalt eyes now dull and narrowed. "No thanks to you. You left."

"You were imprisoned! They would not let me see you." He argued, but she simply repeated, "You left."

"I tried to save you, I did." He lifted his gimp arm as a display of evidence to the fact. "But that beast was too much in control. They cast me out, wounded, I could barely survive let alone return." Perhaps because of all the suffering she had been through, Saphiren could not find any pity for him, let alone forgiveness. She banished Pierre from her sight that day and the two have spoken little since.

But the love she withheld from Pierre did not go to waste. On a goodwill mission to a nearby clan, a newborn hatchling was thrusted in to her care by its mother who insisted that the fiesty, young coatl was a nice fit for a martial clan. Uncomfortable, but determined to satisfy the clan leaders there, she agreed to keep the girl and named her Alviarin. Saphiren was an awkward mother, at first, unsure of how to care for a baby when she had spent much of her adult life in isolation. But Alviarin was just as her mother said, fiesty and full of vigor, and when Saphiren set about training the girl to fight in the ruins she found she enjoyed having a pupil to love and to teach. Saphiren would adopt Valmur and Riza in much the same way, though Riza would share Saphiren's love of literature where the older two had loved to fight.

SAGE

WATER

REP

TRAITS
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kind
sincere
cautious

BATTLE
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Ghostlight Ruins

Dual Trainer

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Adopted Children

ARTWORK

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by the lovely TheDragonEmperor

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