Nostradamus
(#51278432)
One of the Ails' Dogma; The Tortured Physician
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.9 m
Wingspan
7.25 m
Weight
402.23 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Lionfish
Lionfish
Obsidian
Noxtide
Noxtide
White
Ghost
Ghost
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Skydancer
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
4
AGI
5
DEF
4
QCK
9
INT
9
VIT
4
MND
9
Biography
The only child and sole heir to the Nostradamus bloodline- Giovani was a brilliant physician, philosopher- and artist in many regards. But tragically with the family's legacy on his shoulders, it would gradually slip into a malady of madness.
Native to the Scarred Wasteland, Giovani belonged to a long line of highly successful doctors, something that had begun to grow exceedingly rare. But their great-great-grandfather had come from a different flight, and insisted that there were those who did didn't wish to be covered in tumors and pustules within the plague region. Giovani in this regard stayed in a middle ground, unwilling to let anything of the such inhabit his body but always eager to see the way disease changed other dragons. It would come to pass that word of a doctor needed in a city would reach Giovani- and it would be a decision he'd regret till the end of his days. To Cagenwerth he was called- To Cagenwerth he would stay. Those who enter do not live without Emgrim's blessing. The vile lord who ruled over the broken city. But upon meeting him, it became apparent that Emgrim himself had called for the doctor- a wish to resurrect the cathedral, change it into a hospital. But there was just, one, thing. He was repulsed with Giovani's practices- disgusted with his cowardice. A hypocrite he called him. Emgrim wanted to, improve him. Change his ideals, his mind. Giovani had no choice. To the crater, he dragged him, where he was forced to sip from the Wyrmwound. Here was where Giovani's worst fear was realized. Strong enough to reject the contagion- but unable to stop it from affecting his mind. Doctor Nostradamus had lost himself. He is nothing like what he once was- driven mad by illness. The Cathedral is filled with his babbling and ravings as he exclaims things in his mind, claiming that there are eldritch beings all around us- and that now he must listen. But perhaps, he's right. And we simply lack real eyes to see them.
NeuroticGermaphobeDangerousIntelligentHarsh
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