Mori
(#54746163)
Remember me.
Familiar
Shardback Slink
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Male Wildclaw
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
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Measurements
Length
4.17 m
Wingspan
7.82 m
Weight
415.69 kg
Genetics
Midnight
Starmap
Starmap
Midnight
Constellation
Constellation
Splash
Ghost
Ghost
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Wildclaw
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
8
AGI
9
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
6
Lineage
Biography
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 ◆ Memento - The Lost ◆ |
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"Mm, my life seems to be a series of ironies, one upon another. This farce really ought to end..."
Ordinary. That was what he could be called, for he never showed peculiar skill or talent. Thus, he was disregarded, ignored, and even shunned by his betters. Not only was he an unskilled warrior, he was a scholar without recognition from his kind. Mori soon began to despise the smiles that were directed towards him, merely a mask for scorn and malice. Spite brewed and churned within his heart when his colleagues mocked his every idea and theorem, never even considering the ideas of one such as him. His hatred for every lie and deceit grew, and he ventured out on his own, set on proving his tormentors wrong. He would prove that even the thoughts of a third-rate magician could have value and meaning. And to that end, he was even willing to stain his own conscious. After countless nights without slumber or peace, he was prepared. As martyred blood spilled upon the soil, mystical energies coaelased and churned, charging the frigid air. He stood on an altar of his own devising, surrounded by the sacrifices offered for his new life. Without hesitation, he raised a filled vial to his own mouth, and closed his eyes to the world. He had thrown away his very soul in his desperation for approval. And thus, that marked the birth of an undying terror, a cruel monster that lived within a distant, frozen citadel. One that would twist those that challenged it into abominations, as they had dared to follow the sound of a beating heart, coming from deep within the temple. Yet, one's last sight was never their killer, but the truth of their words, which would shine until the ends of the world.
Memento Mori - "Remember that you must die." But also, remember me.
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Art by Laticat
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He’d spent so long. Days felt like eons when they were spent learning about the painstaking details that the rituals demanded, and eventually, he was prepared to undergo the process of deathly ascension. Under the haunting shadows of a new moon, he slew the chosen sacrifice with a swift slash from a silvered dagger. Their blood was drained into a deep vial, cleansed with abyss-tainted water.
Hemlock and nightshade joined the vile mixture, coalescing and congealing into a viscous substance, even blacker than the skies above. Everything has been gathered, the stage is set. The phylactery has been inscribed with the deepest secrets of undeath, prepared to welcome him into the ranks of the immortal and the sinister. The time of parting has come.
A slender hand gripped the vial’s thin neck, and raised it to the caster’s mouth. The hesitation lasted only a moment, as the warmth of tears grazed his cheeks for the final time. He had to make haste, while the sacrifice’s life would still fuel the ritual.
He soon emptied the vessel, choking down the poison, knowing that the forthcoming pain would only be temporary. And as the strength drained from every fiber of his body, sapping away every last remnant of life - he smiled wryly, and knew that when he awakened once more, he would no longer be bound by the burdens of nature’s failings.
Hemlock and nightshade joined the vile mixture, coalescing and congealing into a viscous substance, even blacker than the skies above. Everything has been gathered, the stage is set. The phylactery has been inscribed with the deepest secrets of undeath, prepared to welcome him into the ranks of the immortal and the sinister. The time of parting has come.
A slender hand gripped the vial’s thin neck, and raised it to the caster’s mouth. The hesitation lasted only a moment, as the warmth of tears grazed his cheeks for the final time. He had to make haste, while the sacrifice’s life would still fuel the ritual.
He soon emptied the vessel, choking down the poison, knowing that the forthcoming pain would only be temporary. And as the strength drained from every fiber of his body, sapping away every last remnant of life - he smiled wryly, and knew that when he awakened once more, he would no longer be bound by the burdens of nature’s failings.
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Out of loneliness and desperation, a solitary scholar began to tread a forbidden path. He did not want to be forgotten and forsaken, but he wished to live on in the hearts and minds of others. In his deep despair, he believed that the devils of undeath would grant his wish.
History repeats. No man has ever gained from an exchange with the dark, and yet, they are never turned away. And he too, was deceived by these devils, singing of love.
His shattered family and scant friends abandoned him when they learned of his dealings. Devastated and broken, the once-living man disappeared from the world, vanishing from the realm of the living. And with this bitter farewell, there were no tears to be shed, for a dead man cannot cry.
And when he returned, forsaken souls served as his entourages and armies, prepared for his vengeance.
Now, he would turn his back on the world that had turned its back on him.
History repeats. No man has ever gained from an exchange with the dark, and yet, they are never turned away. And he too, was deceived by these devils, singing of love.
His shattered family and scant friends abandoned him when they learned of his dealings. Devastated and broken, the once-living man disappeared from the world, vanishing from the realm of the living. And with this bitter farewell, there were no tears to be shed, for a dead man cannot cry.
And when he returned, forsaken souls served as his entourages and armies, prepared for his vengeance.
Now, he would turn his back on the world that had turned its back on him.
Art by Laticat
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