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Svartr

(#51105069)

Level 7 Gaoler

Familiar

Pinpush Mirror Doll

Energy: 0/50

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Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

11.7 m

Wingspan

5.15 m

Weight

8830.72 kg

Genetics

Hatchday

Apr 18, 2019
(5 years)

Breed

Adult
Gaoler

Eye Type

Arcane
Primal

Level 7 Gaoler

EXP: 5902 / 11881

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

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Biography

Born as a fae in the starwood strand to a clan of alchemists and warriors, Black spent a lot of time watching the art of magic take form around him. From item conversion to spells that could heal and harm, he was fascinated. Yet as he reached adolescence, his clan leader sent him to work under the wing of an allied ice clan. A change that had already left a bitter taste in his mouth. Their leader, Yules, was a mirror that radiated light and charisma. A rather caring person who held no ill will towards any of the dragons under his rule. It was the light and love around that awakened something dark in the small fae. It was a raw hunger to destroy. To take from them what felt like he had taken away from himself. They were nothing but lumbering beasts. Working with brute strength and force when a veritable fountain of untapped and raw potential just sat waiting to be used. They were idiots. If they were too blind to see that, then he would use their weakness for his gain.

At first his works of magic were but small inconveniences to his new clan. Bad luck charms placed here and food in the coffers rotting earlier than expected, but as time wore on, he grew more and more powerful. More bold. In less than a month he was using his spells to not only destroy the morale of the clan, but to cause infertility and discord among the members. They fought often and the peace that once settled over there small piece of the cloudscrape crags was long gone. All the while Black was silently taking control of the mirror who had all the power and authority that he craved. As he fell further and further down the path of darkness, there was a shift in Sornieth. Cracks in the ice from which spilled a breed of dragons thought long lost to the freezing bind of the Icewarden. With their resurgence the clan of ice was gifted old parchments containing powerful magic capable of rebuilding a dragon into the form of an ancient breed from below the ice.

The temptation to gain such a mass of power, the allure of strength beyond his wildest dreams quickly overtook the fae. The hunger in his chest only burning more and more as he reached his second week of life. Without hesitation he took one of the spells unto himself, a mighty force filling his body, leaving him bigger and more powerful than he’d ever been before. With the surge in growth came a burst of magical might that was let loose all at once in the form of a dark curse. Like a plague it spread from dragon to dragon, each one slowly falling into hibernation. Incapable of being woken by any but the once fae who had locked all their minds in permanent sleep to begin with.

In but a few weeks, he had seized all power and stood at the helm of his new clan. Warriors and guards were awoken to tend the clan and soon Black, now self renamed to Svartr, invited in more gaolers. Dragons who also fell to the temptation of the scrolls gifted upon them. With two hatchlings, a mate to call his own, and the shambles of a clan in his control, everything seemed perfect. All that was left was to gather his forces and take over more territory. To spread his sovereign to greater heights as soon as he was capable.

That was the plan until he ran into the radioactive dragon whose birth in the plague flight had not stopped her migration to a clan of lighting faring dragons. Still young and self absorbed, Svartr had thought little of the small dragon he’d run into within the lush grass of the training grounds. This trip was for nothing but supplies. His interest however, quickly spiked as the small thing opened her mouth and spit acid into the face of one of the bumbles she had been chasing but a minute ago. Something he had never quite seen before. It was startling, but intensely impressive. Upon first approaching the lost ancient, he had no goal. Nothing but to ask her of her abilities and strength at such a young age. Not unlike himself, he reasoned.

Yet as time wore on, he found himself more and more intrigued by Becquerel, as he’d learned her name to be. She was rebellious and proud. Clearly aware of her abilities and powers and capable of doing as she pleased with them. She was not much younger than himself, but he still offered himself as a mentor. Suggesting that he taught her how to better hone her skills in not just natural ability, but magical. Teaching her how to better use her birthright as a plague dragon to be stronger — deadlier.

Currently, the duo stands as but a young teacher and an even younger student. A force of raw potential just waiting to be tapped into.

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Bio code by anxiousghost

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