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Birch

(#51038003)

Level 14 Gaoler

Familiar

Flamescale Lancer

Energy: 50/50

Personal Style

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

10.94 m

Wingspan

8.16 m

Weight

6517.69 kg

Genetics

Splash
Streak (Gaoler)

Hatchday

Apr 15, 2019
(5 years)

Breed

Adult
Gaoler

Eye Type

Arcane
Glowing

Level 14 Gaoler

EXP: 45393 / 54161

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

Biography

Chosen for Enlightenment.

FIGHTER

Impatient
Outgoing
Excitable
Hot-Tempered

• RELATIONS •

MATTIN;
Surrogate / Trainer

MYRIAD;
Sibling / Friend

ARIA;
Source of Admiration

ORIGINS;

It started when the stranger arrived.
No one was sure just how they arrived. One moment, everything was normal. The next, lights flickered and the shadows seemed to reach out for them.
The Overseers declared a state of emergency, sending everyone to their posts. Each Gaoler thought, individually, Oh gods... this is it. The Shade has broken free.
But it had not. The Shade was contained. Something far older, far stranger, had arrived. The... dragon? No, not dragon. The Creature materialised in the main hall, seeming to walk through metres of ancient ice without any care.
It was furless, but did not shiver. Its many cruel horns were adorned with gold and jewels, an act foreign to them. Its red eyes gave off the faintest glow, as it spread its wings (far larger than Gaolers themselves, each one, and clearly strong enough not just to bring this creature into the air, but to crush bone and tear flesh.) and announced, "I am Mattin."
Its accent was foreign, yet it spoke their language. The Gaolers did not reply, and the being continued as though it had expected this.
"I have come as I have always come. To teach one of your children the ways of Outside."
And the mention of Outside, if nothing else, stirred a quiet murmur. Couples glanced at each other, each with a wide-eyed bewilderment. What was this being, that they would do this?
"This child will be of my own choosing. It will accompany me. However, as is tradition, I may only choose from those elected by their peers."

At this, silence again. Only Murwire, whose fur was as white as fresh snow for he was so old, understood. He looked over the younger Gaolers, each one struck with slowly rising panic as they realised what had to be done, and then he thought of his own hatchling. She had no parents, her egg being found beneath layers of ice, and he had taken her in when other parents scorned her.

Yes, she would be suitable. She was fiery in temper, and eager to prove herself, and more than that she was magically gifted.

And so, he offered her up. Each other parent, relived at not needing to make a decision between their own young ones, agreed.
The furless creature looked down at the hatchling, examined her curiously blank fur and glowing eyes, breathed a plume of smoke over her, and then nodded. "This will suffice."

And with that, the being was gone, and the youngling with it.

NICKNAME;

Bito

GENDER;

PRONOUNS;

She / Her

ORIENTATIONS;

Demi / Lesbian

ALIGNMENT;

Arcane / The Beyond

THE FIRST GENE;

Birch acquired her first gene upon reaching the tenth level of arcane magicks. Mattin had watched as she leveled up, saw the strength and purpose now in each movement of the young Gaoler (who was regarded as a Tundra by the rest of the tribe) and declared "It is time."
"Time for what?" She replied, jumping onto the great creature's back as it rose. Her claws dug into the gaps between the old Ridgeback's scales, but not enough to do any harm.
"It is time.. for you to gain your first Pattern."
At this, great excitement! Only recently had Birch watched Myriad gain her own new genes. The Mirror had once been covered in soft white 'lace', with transparent membranes. Now, she was resplendent in boldly splotched wings, bone etchings in her scales, and Birch was jealous.
"What will it be? What will I look like?"
"That is to be seen. Remember, though, that Arcturius holds a plan for you- the optimal look. You picked this yourself, as a hatchling."

With that, the Ridgeback would speak no more, despite Birch's constant prodding and nagging. It was a long flight, so long that by the time they landed, Birch's claws ached. The area around them was full of old stone. For a long moment, the only sound was the rustling membrane of Mattin's wings folding. Then, a snout poked out from a crack in the wall, and after a second was followed by a striped head with curious horizontal eyes. The tiny Spiral looked up at their two huge guests, then wriggled the rest of the way out of their block and flew to sit atop Mattin's horns.

They spoke with feverish anticipation, "So! You've brought your little one, we see, and we see that she is ungened! Such a shame-" Here they paused to cluck sympathetically - "But we can fix that, yes yes! Come along, little one, what is your name? No mind," they giggled and continued before Birch could introduce herself, "Let's just get you something pretty, yes yes!" They crawled down Mattin's great neck, glided to rest in Birch's woollen fur, and pointed her along the way to an old shed.

Inside were stacks upon stacks of scrolls, but the Spiral flitted past them all. "Something special for you, little one, yes yes! We has something quite unique!" And with that, they pulled a chest from beneath a pile of tottering Morph patterns. Shaking with eagerness, they fumbled for one of the many keys that jingled about their neck, and opened it.
Inside, half eaten with mould and covered in dust, lay a single scroll. It was barely the size of Birch's paw, but the Spiral picked it up with great reverence and crawled up to her head.
"And now... we apply! Yes yes, we give you the Scroll!" Chittering happily, the half-mad dragon began to chant, each word making Birch feel dizzier and dizzier, until finally she fell, unconscious, to the floor.

And, well, that was the end of that.

THE SECOND GENE;

Birch's second gene was acquired thanks to Liandron's nephew messing with the blind Pearlcatcher's equipment. He had been asked to brew a Pinstripe for an old friend's sibling, but the hatchling's interference caused the gene to become something entirely different.

She walked in on the Pearlcatcher leaning over his cauldron, holding his glasses in an attempt to make out the form within. Next to him was Leo, the insane spiral that had given her the gene known as Streak. Said spiral jumped, twisting in the air and flying over to curl around her antlers as they began to chatter.
"You won't believe it, yes yes! Lia has created something quite new, quite strange!"
"And what would it be, Leo?" She replied politely. It was impossible to ignore the spiral, and a bad idea to be crude to them.
"Pinstripe... with a twist, yes yes! It has extra Magyk, ancient Magyk. I think," Leo leaned over to look her in the eye, making themselves seem upside-down, "that it will fit you quite nicely, yes yes!"
With a gleeful cackle, the spiral twisted away from Birch completely and pulled a strange scroll from the goop in the cauldron. Wiping some of the sludge off, they looked over at Birch and grinned. "Ready!"
She nodded, excitement curling in her gut at the thought of gaining more patterns. "Ready."

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