Paragon
(#50779183)
The Mad Ship
Familiar
Peacock Firebird
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Male Imperial
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
23.54 m
Wingspan
14.57 m
Weight
8686.76 kg
Genetics
Black
Metallic
Metallic
Shamrock
Shimmer
Shimmer
Peach
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 5 Imperial
EXP: 390 / 5545
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
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♕ P A R A G O N The Mad Ship ╰ ╭  ╰ ╭ 
RAE
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COYOTE
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MAL
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AXA
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URSA
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ZIKA
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SLUDGE
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DINGO
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IPHIS
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DOG
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SCUNNER
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FAWN
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Bewildered | Argumentative | Uncomplaining ╰ bio template by squidragon adapted by Katalist
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Pureblood Gen 2 Imperial
Bought 9th Apr 2019 for 190,000t Robin Hobb Fandragon On the front page Jul 11, 2021, 09:19
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“Tomorrow owes you the sum of your yesterdays. No more than that. And no less.”
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Paragon is the Mad Ship. Born through the hard work of a little fae and most of the swamp denizens, he is a ship built from the bones of an ancient imperial, which makes him unique. He is, or was, a pureblood gen2 imperial, though he has no contact with his past family. His help has unlocked river travel for The Tribe – previously only land transport was available due to the maren subclans. While the maren close to the Tribe are avid traders, most times food can only come in from the south, where few alliances have been made. Paragon’s impervious hull makes sailing through maren territory a breeze. His low, squat belly means he’s a river tredger, though Mal often likes to take him out on the seas as well. Regardless of the size of the waves, Paragon will always stay upright. Hidden flippers and a still tail to steer with means his speed on a slow day is unmatched. One of paragon’s favourite things to do is hunt other ships. No dragon knows why, nor can they get him to answer, but Mal, his captain, doesn’t mind one bit. By day, Mal is a river trader, and by night he is a pirate. The two have found each other strong partners.
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This deep in the forest, the sun barely reached the water, and yet to his newly formed eyes it was blinding. He squinted, holding up a hand to shield his face. It was a funny looking hand, he observed. It felt small, and weak. He turned it over, watching the fingers grind against each other. Yes. Fingers. That was their name. But his fingers were not supposed to look like this. They were green…before. A faint memory flickered past the edge of his vision, but it slithered past his reach. His hands were not green now. As if to mock him, a brown hand covered in green wrappings slid into his open palm. Glancing up, he saw a little dragon, a fae, holding onto his hand like he was a rockface. Her claws were digging into his torso, and her wings cascaded behind her, covered in cobwebs and detritus. “Good morning Paragon! Why, what a pleasant day to awaken on? I would honestly rather you’d have had nicer scenery to look upon but Axa didn’t want anyone knowing about you quite yet. You’re far too marvellous not to draw attention.” He stared blankly, her rush of words tangling themselves in his mind. “…Me?” His voice was rough, dusty…. Wrong. He moved his mouth around, but it seemed flat. His teeth were short, stubby and wrong. The fae laughed. “Yes, you! I found you, a big pile of scattered wood, and thought you needed some help in taking your true shape! It took you a while to awaken, but here you are! I hope you like your figurehead, Billy showed me a marble carving of these ancient beings that lived here millions of years ago! I thought you would look so unique and new but no one else agreed with me. I still think you’re handsome.” The information hit him like a wall of bricks. He was now completely and thoroughly confused. The fae’s barrage brought awareness to the rest of him. His head and shoulders were there, true…. But his hind legs were gone. Instead, a large body, like a fat snake, spread out behind him. He took a deep breath and felt planks shift, like scales. His bones felt strange, like they held a great weight. Water lapped up against his sides, and large limbs sank into the mud. Were these…. his legs now? He twisted his body to look over himself, and saw rails, steps, cabins. A gangplank rested on a dock next to him, while masses of sails lay curled up and stowed out of the way. This wasn’t right at all. He looked like a ship, not a dragon. “Who am I?” The words were hard to form. His tongue felt too big, his mouth too small. “Who are you?” The fae dug her back legs into his stomach, but it did not hurt him. The sensation felt odd. “I guess introductions are needed. I’m Rae, scout, heir, and now shipmate. My great-grand-da is the Head of The Tribe, which puts me at 2nd in line, after the co-leader. My father and grandfather both abdicated, you see, but I chose to come back. You are…. Well I guess you’re my son. I found you, and built you, and stood by and protected you until you were awakened. Isn’t that like a mother and her eggs? So you are my son and I shall call you Paragon.” That disturbed him greatly. “My mother isn’t a fae though. She was a daughter-of-none. And my father was a son-of-none. We were imperials….” Rae grabbed onto the first tidbit. “Son-of-none? What does that mean?” Suddenly Paragon didn’t know. Rae gasped and swung off his outstretched hand. “You were a Pureblood! I’ve seen them mentioned in Billy’s textbooks! You were an ancient dragon, of a line long since died out! You were the son of perhaps even the first imperial! Oh, wait until Sludge hears about this! That would really knock him down a peg or two!” “But if I’m a pureblood, why am I here?” Paragon gestured widely, causing Rae to lose her grip. She flipped herself before she touched the water and glided up, landing gently on a suspended plank of wood. It swung from two ropes tied to his rails. By the looks of the food there, she’d been having lunch. “I found you. Simbi said, when you started to awaken, that your planks were not ordinary planks. They seemed to be the bones of dragons. She was very superstitious, you see, and banned any part of you from entering the library. So then I went and asked Coyote, who is just like you, except not a ship. And she said you were ‘kin’.” There were so many names. Rae talked like they were family, but to Paragon they were just words on the wind, swept away by whatever else came from this fae’s mouth. She was fun to get distracted at least. But his lack of memory was affronting, and her chattering was becoming too much. “Leave me. I wish to think in peace.” If the fae was offended, she showed no signs. “I’ll ask Simbi or Billy what a son-of-none is for you. But you best start thinking quickly. Mal and Axa want to see you tomorrow, and they have plans of taking you sailing.” He saw something then. His brother, flying ahead of him, taunting him. The water far beneath him was black as night, the stars brilliant above him. He was gliding, enjoying the breeze, but his brother wanted to race. The ship dozed, dreaming of scant memories.
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It was his third trip. The first two had been largely uneventful, save the inexperience of both the crew and the ship. He’d nearly lost half a ships-worth of silks after a cord snapped while he was stretching, and an improperly packed shipment of food had mouldered after a bout of incessant rain. Thankfully Rae, who insisted on being on board, hunted alongside the ship. She had more than earned her weight in gold for the ship. Mal and Axa had been polite at first, but soon exercised their superiority. Had he been his old self, he would have fought the ridgebacks for dominance, but their clear expertise shone through, when they weathered every trick he could think of. Now he bore a begrudging respect for the captain and his first mate. Rae had snuck some books on board and stayed up late at night poring over them for more details. He had been correct in naming his parents son-of-nones. They were truly so, an ancient race. Flickers of his treacherous mind gave scarce clues, yet Rae attacked them like a hound with a scent. So far, she had placed his birthplace in an ancient part of the Sunbeam ruins, back when they were great chapels and cascading palaces. He remembered a great deity, of pure light; this he and Rae shared. She had called it the Lightweaver; this he deemed true. Rae placed his approximate age at 200,000 years old. He didn’t agree with this. He felt very young. Her response to this was that maybe he had died at a young age. Her mention of the word death brought a great pain to his throat, like a bone had gotten lodged in it. Rae had only smiled knowingly at that. Apparently, that was not a common metaphor, as far as she knew. It may have well been what had killed him. But he was an imperial. He was bound to have had a far greater death than that! Paragon had gotten very distraught at that, and it took many stories of legends slaying ancient beings until he calmed down. But how had he made it to the Tribe? That Rae didn’t know. “Maybe someone had tried to dig up your bones for something?” she had mildly asked one day. She was lying in his hands while he slowly picked through the marsh. She trailed a foot through some of the clearer water, not bothering about what lay underneath. She continued as if in afterthought. “I know there’s been a large trend for emperor creation, either mechanical or natural. The Sunbeam Ruins are riddled with imperial graves. Maybe someone robbed yours and wanted to make an Emperor out of it?” “You’ve been putting a lot of thought into this, little one.” She sighed. “Do you call your mother ‘Little one’? Anyway, I’ve been spending a lot of time with Coyote. You know we have to be very protective of her. Already we’ve had attempts on her life. She’s only one imperial, so she’s not too powerful… That might be why she has some sort of sense about her. Regardless, there are dragons who want her bones, and beastclans greedy enough to get them. The ones we see the most around here are longnecks, and the caravans I found you on are typical of longneck clans. They work around Dragonhome, mostly. If I was to take a guess, Paragon…” She sat up, tapping at his hands. He pulled them up to his face, where she lifted the cover off his eyes. The sun was still too bright, and he squinted. Rae stared at his face and chewed her lip. No matter how she looked, it was certain. He had emperor eyes. “If I was to take a guess at your history, I would say you were dug up by a clan of longnecks. They tried to go through the viridian labyrinth on their way home, or to the black markets located in the deserts of Dragonhome and got attacked by one of the many horrors in the labyrinth.” “That’s when you found me?” “Yes!” “Then how did you find me as wood, and not bones?” Rae grew very quiet. “Grand-da had the idea. He wanted to protect anyone who encountered you. If you can’t reform as an emperor, we can avoid the chance of you becoming dangerous. As such, only someone as strong as you would have been able to awaken like this. He wanted to set you on fire….. but I wouldn’t let it.” Paragon didn’t need to see to know she cried. “You defiled my body so I could serve you.” “Not like that, Paragon.” “Call Mal out here. I wish to go hunting.” “Paragon, no-“ “Get out of my sight. I don’t want to talk to you right now.” He could hear her fly away and alight on Mal. Every step on his boards thrummed with magic. He could hear secrets whispered between the crew, he could hear plans being formed, and he could hear even now Rae murmuring in Mal’s ear. He didn’t care anymore. He was incensed, his thoughts buzzing like swamp flies. He and Mal had made the agreement, back when they were fighting for dominance over each other. Mal could ship his stock and Paragon would carry it willingly. But. When Paragon wanted, and whenever he wanted it, he would hunt, with Mal at his helm. Mal encouraged the idea, with a wild light in his eyes. It was in his blood, piracy. Taking down and destroying merchant’s and battle ships only grew more exciting every time he succeeded. Hor he was no mere ship. He was a mad ship. The scourge of the river. His crew had the skies, while he flew over the seas. He had lived once as one of them. They took away his eternal rest. So he would balance the scales. Now? He was top predator. And he needed to hunt.
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Shamrock/Garnet/Flaxen Met/Shim/Glim
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Scatter 2- Black/Shamrock/Peach
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