Frisk
(#53654899)
Level 25 Gaoler
Familiar
Mith Bruiser
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Fire.
Female Gaoler
This dragon is on a Coliseum team.
This dragon is an ancient breed.
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Personal Style
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Skin
Effect
Scene
Measurements
Length
10.87 m
Wingspan
8.91 m
Weight
11905.42 kg
Genetics
Radioactive
Shaggy (Gaoler)
Shaggy (Gaoler)
Metals
Basic
Basic
Spruce
Wintercoat (Gaoler)
Wintercoat (Gaoler)
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Gaoler
Max Level
STR
123
AGI
22
DEF
8
QCK
59
INT
5
VIT
13
MND
7
Lineage
Parents
Offspring
- Nina
- Isabeau
- Ardent
- Vulture
- Tagu
- Paralyn
- Dionysus
- Iola
- Sunblossom
- Afton
- Goldenrod
- Genen
- Stareyes
- Stonefury
- Javiar
- Rheana
- Rulf
- Enakai
- East
- Charlie
- Stylish
- Lodel
- Waterfall
- Freyja
- Peachbeast
- Falaereon
- tormand
- Macaroni
- Cheeeeeeeese
- Feliara
- Cindershard
- Octobre
- Limp
- Mirfak
- Archspell
- Tardona
- Orphne
- FoesmithJr
- Glinda
- Whistler
- Heulwen
- Lula
- SOUP
- SOUP
- SOUP
- Rapier
- Haven
- Radgar
- Prophecy
- Buru
- Brady
- Knowledge
- Chic
- Bainisk
- Laoshin
- Envoy
- Soe
- Unnamed
- Unnamed
- Unnamed
- pogworm
- pogworm
- pogworm
- Unnamed
- Unnamed
Biography
Frisk was an odd addition to the Harmonious Epidemic clan. She is from an ice clan, and a daughter of the head of clan training and a seeker. Her mother's wayward tendencies shone in her, and drove her far from home, where she found a love of travel. When she arrived in the Scarred Wasteland, far from the Southern Icefield, the last thing she expected was hospitality (although it took her some time to recognize it as such - she was unfamiliar with the social greeting of sneezing on one another, and it's something she still feels uncomfortable with).
She found herself in the home of three dragons - the fae Crispwind, with her mad eyes and forceful personality, the enormous guardian Nyteshade, and the tiny mirror Oilslick, still just a hatchling. At first, she thought she'd be driven from their small cave. Nyteshade, in particular, seemed keen to fight her. He was only stopped by a word from Crispwind, who looked over her appraisingly, before inviting her to join in their meal.
Frisk sat, uncomfortable at first in this dank place, and slowly shared her stories of travel - from the ice fields to the arcane lands to the west, following up the coast and then around the edges of the wastelands that this clan made their home. With every danger she described that she had surpassed, Frisk could see Crispwind's eyes light up, and for every struggle she had faced, it seemed that Crispwind approved of her more.
She was surprised, the next day, when Crispwind didn't quite demand of her to stay - their clan was small, was young, needed someone experienced in truly fighting. Nyteshade, Crispwind said, had the strength, but lacked the finesse, the experience. Surely, someone of Frisk's background and learning could teach him.
Frisk didn't know exactly why she accepted. Perhaps she felt in her bones the possible consequences for saying no to Crispwind. Perhaps she felt it could be her next big challenge. But whatever the reason, she accepted, and now follows in her father's footsteps, one of the clan's trainers, readying the clan's younglings to fly for the Plaguebringer.
She found herself in the home of three dragons - the fae Crispwind, with her mad eyes and forceful personality, the enormous guardian Nyteshade, and the tiny mirror Oilslick, still just a hatchling. At first, she thought she'd be driven from their small cave. Nyteshade, in particular, seemed keen to fight her. He was only stopped by a word from Crispwind, who looked over her appraisingly, before inviting her to join in their meal.
Frisk sat, uncomfortable at first in this dank place, and slowly shared her stories of travel - from the ice fields to the arcane lands to the west, following up the coast and then around the edges of the wastelands that this clan made their home. With every danger she described that she had surpassed, Frisk could see Crispwind's eyes light up, and for every struggle she had faced, it seemed that Crispwind approved of her more.
She was surprised, the next day, when Crispwind didn't quite demand of her to stay - their clan was small, was young, needed someone experienced in truly fighting. Nyteshade, Crispwind said, had the strength, but lacked the finesse, the experience. Surely, someone of Frisk's background and learning could teach him.
Frisk didn't know exactly why she accepted. Perhaps she felt in her bones the possible consequences for saying no to Crispwind. Perhaps she felt it could be her next big challenge. But whatever the reason, she accepted, and now follows in her father's footsteps, one of the clan's trainers, readying the clan's younglings to fly for the Plaguebringer.
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