Polaris
(#50747352)
Level 8 Pearlcatcher
Familiar
Poltergeist Pile
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Lightning.
Male Pearlcatcher
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
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Measurements
Length
4.63 m
Wingspan
6.96 m
Weight
589 kg
Genetics
Silver
Starmap
Starmap
Algae
Shimmer
Shimmer
Cyan
Runes
Runes
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 8 Pearlcatcher
EXP: 460 / 16009
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
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PolarisXXXXXXXXXXXXXXResearcher The Price of Utopia There is a certain school of thought, that through the power of rationality and logic, nothing is impossible. No knowledge out of reach, no miracle that could not be replicated, no ideas that would go unfounded. Idealistic, perhaps, but it was that very dream-like aspiration that ushered in the electricity, mechanization, and mass-production that is the mark of the Lightning Flight. Science promised all this, and so much more. A young Pearlcatcher once had such a dream. Uncountable machines and infrastructure, working in tandem, with calculated efficiency, to create a new age. No one would need to work. No need would be unmet. At the heart of the Utopia, an Astral Generator, the stars themselves, recreated and harnessed. Where his colleagues and superiors squabbled over work quotas and lightningrod efficiencies, he sought to bring the power of the cosmos to dragonkind. Polaris adjusted the dial on his gauntlet. The brass wyrm sparked to life, and hovered over the metals on the desk. The whirring of mechanisms continued, as the small golem began its analysis. It would be some time before the metals could be used for the frame of the stabilization field. Maybe he could draw up some tables, or calculate the dimensions of the absorption panels, or finally get those funds he needed for the- He paused, as his gaze drifted over to his pearl, the blue electricity reflecting off its glimmering surface. In the light, it seemed to shine, and Polaris could almost imagine it as a star, bursting with limitless potential. He adjusted himself, delicately holding the orb in his claws. While he peered at it, hoping for some kind of insight, he could see the many layers, the condensed essence of his experience. He recalled when he exclaimed his idea to the skies, where he threw his measurements and notes into a satchel, and flew off in search of answers. Optimism, determination, youth, he had it all. To commemorate the journey’s beginning, there was the bright core of the pearl’s center. Then a whirlwind of activity came next, those he met, and the feats they achieved. He chuckled, as his mind’s eye saw himself fleeing from a Qiriq that had gotten ever so slightly too close. Adventurers they were, but Polaris hardly had the stomach for fighting. Yet, he gained more than he could’ve ever asked, or deserved. Experience, contacts, companions... and love. Polaris hesitated, as he saw the swirling surface of the next layer. He didn’t need the pearl’s record to remember. He closed his eyes. Her name was Wernerae. She flew back and forth, corkscrewing through the air with the daily reports from the Starfall Isles. She always teased him in her soft voice and had a smile that he mistook for the stars he sought to craft. He saw those two figures at the cliff, the reed-hidden edge of the plateau, where one could feel the gentle kiss of the winds. A moment as eternal as the shining eyes that witnessed it. The swirls were curling and bending, like the flow of an artist’s brush. Some staggered with a sense of trepidation, but it spoke of joy, a new life together, of fulfillment. The wide eyes of a green spiral, asking after her father’s work. The bittersweet taste as one by one, his children left on their own adventures. The swelling sense of pride of a teacher passing on the torch. It was the life that he could’ve had. Polaris looked on with resignation, as his claw traced the pattern, as the swirl became jagged, abrupt. There was no warning. Fire and ash. Broken bodies and peeling scales. A young one with a brilliant future, burnt away in an instant. There wasn’t anything left to bury. That soft teasing voice became accusatory, edged with anger and sorrow. He remembered how his words, the justification for it all, rang hollow and meaningless. He should’ve done something, shut down the experiment, begged her to stay, anything. But he didn’t, and now he paid the price. Like the pearl in his claws, the edges were smoothed off over time, burying pain under new discoveries, numbers and calculations. Sorrow was a distraction, regret an interference. It would all be okay, all be worth it if he could find what went wrong. Yet, they were still there, a mark, a scar. For his sin of opening Pandora’s Box, of throwing open the gates to Hell, he should never feel the kindness of the stars ever again. Polaris was roused from his reverie by the beeping of the golem. Carefully, he tucked the pearl back, and checked the readings. Free from impurities, and suitable for use. He could just stop here, do something else. Maybe go and check on how Kracain is doing, or catch up with the rest of the Wanderers. How long had it been since he'd eaten outside the lab? Yet, he mechanically took the metal, and began to arrange it for the next experiment. Those dreams of so long ago, of grand spires and scientific superiority seemed so shabby now. He dreamed of miracles, of happiness and fulfillment. He had it in his grasp, and in hubris and carelessness, threw it all away. Now all he could do was slave away at that old dream, damned in an eternal chase of Utopia. |
 "...That would be illogical." Fun Facts Fond of Voltaic Pudding, an energetic, delicious desert from the Expanse. Begrudgingly respects Rialren despite the latter's silliness. Has a curling, corkscrew lightningrod in his lab which he uses for his experiments. It's painted dark green, and has light blue lights running up and down. He keeps it extremely well maintained.  XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX |
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