Saint
(#50459886)
Level 25 Nocturne
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Earth.
Male Nocturne
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.32 m
Wingspan
7.67 m
Weight
661.86 kg
Genetics
Smoke
Fade
Fade
Flaxen
Striation
Striation
Flaxen
Runes
Runes
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Nocturne
Max Level
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
7
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
Saint
 WC - |
x x x x x ✧ He/Him ✧ Oldest of the quintuplets. ✧ Loves fiercely, he's protective over anyone under his wing of command. ✧ Leader of the primary team. Follows most, if not all, orders to a T from Remy. Firmly believes in the cause and the original reasons for why the teams were created, is anxious for when War will resurface. Will he be enough to stop him? Can he protect his family? ✧ A bit obsessive with cleaning and having things done correctly & efficiently. |
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Leaning over the counter, peeking at himself in the dingy mirror. Clawed fingers stroked through his mane of white-blonde hair, frantic but gentle - Was that a gray hair?! AM I.... he took a shuddering breath, rasping through parted lips as his eyes narrowed; accusing his own reflection for failing him. "It's just the stress," he grunted finally, pulling back from inspecting his image so intently. Remy relocating them to this rundown building was a mistake, it had to be. He couldn't live here for an undetermined amount of time, that was just... that was just cruel, Remy knew how he felt about these things... His gaze zeroed in on the dust motes floating lazily about in the beams of morning sun; shuddering, he mentally added deep cleaning to the 'to do' list. A scuffle in the hallway pulled his attention, closing his eyes and begging whichever deity would listen for patience. "Do you mind? Fromage, Fraise?" perhaps it was unfair of him to just assume but... His youngest brother peeked around the corner, smirking at him, "Too early for you?" A soft growl itched up his throat, but he swallowed it as well as the snarky retort he wanted to voice. "Fromage, please for once just... We have business to attend to. Could you start the tea?" "Yeah of course but," he squinted at his older brother, lips tilting up, "Is that a bald spot?" he questioned - a laugh bubbling up to color his tone as he darted off. |
Scoffing, he tilted his head; trying his best to spot any balding. Tapping his claws against the porcelain of the sink, he shook his head - why was he even entertaining the obvious teasing? "Sir, I-I'm sorry, I'll do better to..." Fraise's soft voice reached him from the doorway, eyebrows drawing together in confusion watching his leader, "You're not balding," he added in a soft mumble, gaze shifting to the floor. "It's okay, I know it's Fromage that encourages playing around," Saint softened his tone, smiling openly. He didn't normally mind their games or roughhousing, but when there was so much to be done and discussed, it should take the backseat, so to speak. Fraise was as much a brother as any of his blood siblings. Perhaps that was why he reached out, ruffling his hair as he passed by, "Mind waking the others for me?" |
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