Scourge
(#50617983)
Level 9 Guardian
Familiar
Clown Charger
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Male Guardian
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
15.91 m
Wingspan
13.97 m
Weight
12070.78 kg
Genetics
White
Basic
Basic
Crimson
Spinner
Spinner
Ruby
Smoke
Smoke
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 9 Guardian
EXP: 613 / 21526
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
8
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
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S C O U R G E
PLAGUE 
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 B I O G R A P H Y
Shunned at birth, his whole life was a series of unfortunate events. Left unnamed and unwanted from the day he hatched, his parents had abandoned him; opting to raise their other hatchlings. They said he was defective, they told him he was useless and that no one would ever need him. 
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B I O G R A P H Y
Scourge was terrified. He had never harmed anyone since the day he hatched, but he willed himself to take up arms. Out of everyone who had been a part of his life, he had only truly cared for one. An old dragoness who lived in the outskirts of their village had taken him under her wing. Every evening she would bring him into her home, dress his wounds from the day's beatings and share her meagre meal without expecting anything in return. She had loved him like a son. He fought his way to her home. The mercenaries were closing in. He could not let her be in harm's way, he wouldn't allow it. Not to his saviour, his adoptive mother. By the time he got there, the door was broken into. His heart sank. He rushed to the entrance and felt his heart break in two. He was too late. She was laying on the floor, broken and bleeding. As she breathed her last few breaths, she reached out for him. Stepping forward, he broke down in sobs as he held her to his chest. "Please, please don't leave me. I will do anything. Please don't leave me, I need you." Blicking her tongue, she chastised him. "I will have to leave sooner or later. Go, take this with you. Build a life, far away from here. Away from the people who shunned you." She handed him a small satchel filled with gold and silver coins. "It isn't much my boy, but I hope this will make your life a little bit better. Live happier for me Scourge. With this old body of mine this is the last gift I can give you, a name. I love you, my son. Go, live your life to the fullest." As her eyes closed and she slowly slipped away in between his arms, he steeled his heart. He would not forgive those mercenaries. Picking up his cleaver in one hand and holding the satchel she gave him in the other, he left her home in search of the mercenaries. Yet, after all that. Even though they were all gone now, he felt worse off. His family welcomed him with open arms, bragging to the other clan members about how they had raised him and trained him to become their hero. He had never wanted anything more than this before, but now he just looked at them with utter disgust. If only he could turn back time, he wished it was him laying bloody and broken on the floor instead of the person he loved the most.
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Bio template by @Mibella, find it here.
Lore by @Persimmon31
Someone grew up to be too much of a badboy type >.<
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