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Personal Style
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Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
11.74 m
Wingspan
6.42 m
Weight
8277.25 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Phantom (Gaoler)
Phantom (Gaoler)
Obsidian
Peregrine (Gaoler)
Peregrine (Gaoler)
Ice
Shardflank (Gaoler)
Shardflank (Gaoler)
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Gaoler
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
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Ira
Current
Ice Wraith An age long since past, a nameless dragon found herself lost in the Cloudscrape Crags. She wandered for days in the cold without food, water, or shelter, her destination lost. With only her will to drive her, she wandered the endless blizzard and cold in search of salvation. The cold has no sympathy for wanderers, however, and soon enough frostbite and starvation took its hold. She was never going to make it out, however; dragons do not get lost within the mountains with expectations to survive. She died, as many before her, and her blackened, frozen body lay buried beneath the snow. Ages flew by her, preserved under the ice, until a necromancer just getting the hang of their craft caught sight of her from under the snow. A cruel dragon, they brought her back against her will, and changed her form in the process. From that cold but contently resting dragon came a bogsneak, scared, confused, and above all, angry. She turned on her reviver, hunger and rage fueling her decent upon them. From that she got her name, gifted to her on the necromancers cackling last breaths; Ira. She became a wraith within the mountains, seeking revenge on any who dared to think they could make it out in the snow like she had tried once. She made sure that any who explored through her path either left or was forced to take on her long lost fate. That was, until a bog like her came following her tracks. She tracked that dragon for a week before she planned to make her attack. Candy, setting up camp, did not fear her, however. She invited Ira for hot chocolate, and offered her a warm place to sleep. She offered, even, a place within the Sheep Clan, should she wish to take it. And Ira, almost in a daze by a kindness shown to her, accepted. She does not stay in the Sheep Clan often, as she tends to miss the bellow of the winds and the cool sweep of snow across her scales, but she has a tent ready and waiting. She brings Huntress old coin from past victims, and in return Huntress even brings her unmelting snow to cover the ground around her tent. Though Ira still has an unrelenting hate for magic users, she has come to tolerate others much better. She acts as a guide for Candy, and even as lover. Sweets is more than happy to share her partner, as long as Candy is happy. Ira's magic is too cold for convention love, but they can safely huddle together on harsh nights within The Southern Icefield. And Candy is more than happy to have the company. N/A N/A |
Ice |
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