Orataro

•••Orataro••• Lonely Mercenary | Tenacious | Reclusive | Unsociable | "Stars can only be seen in darkness." -Unknown

Shadowbinder's Tears Minerals & Ores Named for their supposed resemblance to the darkened sludge that is said to drip from the shadow god's eyes, these structures are surprisingly robust; if chipped off, they can be used as chisels or nails. 90 Void Loop Trinkets A meticulously crafted likeness of a void wyvern that can be worn on talon or chain. 53 Raptorik Talonblades Trinkets Those nails look sharp on you. 39 Shadow Serpentskin Dragonmade Discreetly gifted to let dragons know there's a snake among the clan. When this warning is not heeded, a live shadow serpent is often the next 'gift'. 26 Zeeba Horn Organics Used in the production of a variety of natural remedies. The effectiveness of these remedies reportedly varies from dragon to dragon. 25

The soft daylight shone harshly down on Orataro's innately photosensitive skin, being both a shadow dragon and from Auminthina had taken a toll on his development. He glided effortlessly over the trees that he once believed were the limits of the sky. He felt free not having to be constantly aware of his surroundings, so as he doesn't crash. Orataro lived in a cluttered void all his hatchling-hood, and the open air was a foreign and daunting concept. Stop, he reminded himself, Stay focused! It was his task to be able to detect movement through the dense foliage. He had already mastered the skill on the forest floor, where it was so dark and compact. Now he had to do it in brightness, and space. The glow of light reflecting off the leaves was almost blinding, and he hated the feeling of smallness he got from being in the sky, like he, and the whole world, was next to meaningless. "Orataro!" Runyia's furious roar almost knocked him out of the sky. She was behind him. OH no. He missed her. He failed. This was the first task he'd failed in a long time. Orataro found it difficult to cope with failure, he'd worked so hard, dedicated every last speck of being to his craft, he'd pushed away anything that made a dragon... well, you know, a dragon. And yet he's still here, humiliating himself by failing simple tasks. He truly is meaningless.

Relationships Indominus Father Runyia Mentor Name Relation

Orataro's original clan had been poverty stricken for at least a decade before he was born, they had already become well known for their hatchling-trafficking market which they had desperately clung to for treasure. Orataro was shipped off immediately upon his birth, well wishes from his family and especially tears of despair from his mother, the minuscule hatchling was meant to arrive in the Sunbeam Ruins to become a house-keeper. Much to the dismay of the buyers, his caravan was intercepted by an underground Dragon Rights Organisation who then confiscated Orataro, handing him over to the Viridian Foster System. After only three months in the hatcheries of the foster system, he was taken in by Indominus. His new family were now The Thorns. He saw it best that Orataro was to train under the supervision of Runyia, to become a valiant warrior whose sole purpose is to serve and defend his clan. His training when from basic behavioral principles to self defense as he grew from a young hatchling to a dragonet. He picked things up swiftly, and was a force to be reckoned with by the time he'd completed his clan initiation. As a hatchling, he stayed away from the other hatchlings. He was never the social butterfly, only speaking when spoken to and focusing all of his abilities on his training. The warriors' life was all he knew, Indominus never thought to teach him the small joys of life. Orataro, devoid of any other goals, decided to sacrifice a potential personal life to become the best of the best, he gave away and ignored what personality he could've had, and replaced it was ability.

Orataro eventually completed his training. He was a fully-fledged warrior how, ready to join the ranks of his peers. Finally, he was no longer alone. But the longer he stayed, the more realised that he couldn't bare being with other dragons. They all had conversations, friendships, personal lives, personalities. All of which Orataro was without. He was raise not to have interests, desires, or friendships. He was only taught how to fight, and how to kill. He grew up without friends, and surived without a single hint of social skills.

He couldn't stay, not with those who knew his every little failing. In a new clan, he would be the mysterious defender who everyone knew not to cross. That was a more bearable life.

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Other:
Clan role: Mercenary
Star sign:Leo
Alignment: Chaotic Good

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