Benjamin
(#50358018)
Level 1 Fae
Familiar
Luminous Ambassador
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Male Fae
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
1.33 m
Wingspan
1.42 m
Weight
2.3 kg
Genetics
Iris
Savannah
Savannah
Blood
Morph
Morph
Flaxen
Peacock
Peacock
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
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OCCUPATION
Lunatic Mage || Relay || Aid
TRAITS
Whimsical || Airhead || Gentle - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - F A M I L Y  
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Gender: Male Pronouns: He/Him Attraction: Bi Mate: Meh Age: 18 -20 Height: 5'2" Voice: link 
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"I can see them. I c-...I can see what others think not. Some of these people aren't dragons at all...." ╰━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╯ Backstory Chiaki was born as normal and moral as any other, naively believing the good in the world. That things would get better when times were;t the best and usually they did. Chiaki was a bland as they come, perusing a career as a butcher, going against most everyone's view of an ideal life. Over all, his life wasn't all that bad. He even fed meat scraps to strays on occasion. His first life ended when he was mugged and stabbed 7 times in his chest and stomach, left to bleed out in the street. The lonely light of a street lamp to be his only companion in death. He said he gave that the most benefit of the doubt and carried on with his next life. Laughing when he was born into a sick body. Lungs hemorrhaging, ulcers and heartburn that made eating neigh impossible. Ever breath was suffering, and then came the heart issues, oh how fun. Not a single doctor was able to due a thing besides give him medicine, a pace maker and rack up more bills. The peptic ulcers killed him the second time, his stomach finally rupturing and donce again left to bleed out in an agonizing death. Hope and optimism can only be spread so thing before they begin to slip. It took three life times before Chiaki's finally lost all traction. A tire spinning through mud, until he finally snapped and the sound was deafening. It was the bruises, a young woman, maybe 22. Her right eye covered in a sickly purple bruise and unable to see out of it. Her frame was stiff yet trembled and flinched with every slight noise or motion. Her only good eye remained adamant locked on her spouse. After three lifetimes of standing idly by as the world cruely cranked on around him, something in Chiaki finally gave out. Disgust boiled into his throat, bitter and burning. Reality fanning his rage until it had no here left to go but out. The young butcher politely asked the man how he could be of service before, faking politeness until the abuser got close enough for him to strike. Yet he knew as soon as he picked up his knife, he'd fallen from grace. Turning his back on complacent light, selling his sole to the eternal darkness of his new proactive life. Dirty work can't be seen or else it won't get done. The ginger coatl was more than surprised with how easy it was to slice though the truckers fore arm. Then again people these days don't use their bodies for much, less muscle to cut through with bones that shatter like glass. Naturally the injured man wailed like a wee baby, confused, scared maybe even angry at this sudden betrayal. "It's not like you need them, woman beater." Chiaki said while trying to stifle a laugh. It seemed the man was more terrified of being found out than of death itself, how interesting. Was the though of jail really that powerful a motivator? More than the finality of death? Chiaki certainly didn't think so, there was no excuse for people like him. The ginger laughed once he saw the look on the poor woman's face whom had been the real victim for who knows how long. There was no sorrow, no remorse. Nothing. The damage was done and she wasn't going to stop her husband from getting what he had given her. God it was hysterical, thrilling even. Some sick form of justice at it's finest and Chiaki let her leave, knowing full well she wouldn't be telling anyone that the man who hurt her for so long was gutted and bled out like all the other pigs that went to the butcher. Packaged and fed to unsuspecting scum and so a serial killer was born. Targeting the scum of the Earth, carving them up and selling their most valuable remains to the black market. Making sure to feed their meat to the scum down their as well, while keeping their souls for himself. A butcher of the damned as he's been named, at least it's a good alias name. Practicing less physically intensive ways of murder, mainly by molding the blood of others to his will. Altering chemical compounds to make a body explode is child's play. Rupturing organs and bones with blood-cicles, no sweat. Make it hurt, so they can feel some of the pain they caused other people. |
I N V E N T O R Y
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"Yoi Un"
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Trivia
- - 6'2" - Age: 18 - 20. - Sexuality: Asexual/Aromantic - Likes: Food, sleep. - Dislikes: Any form of hindrance or complication with something, Guilt. - Virtue: Hard working and always finishes what he starts or what is told to do. Unwavering above all else. - Vice: Fallows orders almost mindlessly and often times mercilessly. He was raised to be basically a mindless drone and he doesn't really understand how to not be such. - Born initially with no magic at all, probably the cause of death. He still can't use any kind of magic, he's strictly combat and brain savvy. - Reanimation was caused by a mysterious source, perhaps someone or something gave him the minimal amount of magic to live regularly and his body did the rest. - Loves food and will eat the most ridiculous things and try most things. He almost always has snacks on him or is munching on something. Yet, he's still a tall, twig. - Will purposefully crunch food louder if it irritates someone, or if he just doesn't like them.
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HOARD
APPAREL
FOOD
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Friend
Eren
Messenger/Infantry
Quote:
"Dude, chill."
 Father?  Rapture Clan Leader Quote:
"I'm sorry."
 Dissidia (Record Keeper) Quote:
"Glad to see someone can keep their head cool around here."
 Kellan (Tactician) Quote:
"Hm, I'm not sure I trust him, but he's better at figuring out our opposition than me".
Theme: Bite My Tongue - You Me At Six Feat. Oli Sykes  |
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