Phoebici » Lair » Rapture

Rapture

(#54870761)

Level 25 Mirror

Familiar

Sentry Squawker

Energy: 0/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

3.81 m

Wingspan

5.2 m

Weight

444.68 kg

Genetics

Carmine
Pinstripe

Grey
Facet

Cantaloupe
Peacock

Hatchday

Aug 30, 2019
(4 years)

Breed

Adult
Mirror

Eye Type

Shadow
Common

Level 25 Mirror

Max Level

STR

123

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

none

Biography

Please return to Phoebici

grew up an orphaned, alone, nameless street urchin in a big clan
stole bread and other small food items to simply not starve
eventually, a traveling noble family found her and adopted her, whisking her away from this large clan
she was very happy to be off the streets, and to finally have people who loved her
a couple years later though, she was abandoned by them (reason unknown, gotta figure that out)
now, in another entirely new and strange place, she's a street urchin again
takes to mugging others for coin to have hot meals and an actual bed
some have tried to approach her and even befriend her, but she's always pushed them away, sometimes literally
as time went on, and she grew up, even the people that originally wanted to help her slowly start disappearing as she's no longer a desirable child, now a flighty, angsty teen
and as she started becoming undesirable, nobody wanted to help her, either
so, she took to stealing and mugging and thievery even more
she set traps and ambushes to overwhelm her victims even as a solo act
she met someone who didn't immediately dislike her, and this guy turned out to be her first friend, called Desmond
Desmond was a loner, a street urchin as well
he liked her banditry ideas, and they started working together
it was very rough at first, but they eventually learned how to work together, and slowly worked their way up the ladder
they became a notorious bandit duo, and hunters were sent after them on multiple occasions
it got worse and worse, to the point where they could barely get any sleep from constantly running from hunters
they got cornered
and were given an ultimatum
repent and turn their ways for X years and become an indentured guard, or be sentenced to jail for the rest of their lives
the unnamed dragon looked at Desmond, her only friend, thinking they were gonna fight their way out, together
but to her horror, Desmond turned his back on her
she managed to escape, heavily wounded, into the deepest part of the woods
she slowly healed, kept herself disguised, and resorted to the only thing she thought she was really, truly good at
she turned back to begging for spare coin, begging for scrap
always looking over her shoulder, always on the move
she found herself in a very rich city, with a very poor underbelly without much middle or in-between
she wandered around, still a nameless urchin, too weak to try her earlier banditry tactics
the city was beautiful; a colorful, exciting place that would have been wonderful to visit under different circumstances
she kept herself hidden and simply wandered the city, being chased away from higher-end places, beckoned by shady figures that dwelled in shadier alleyways
what she didn't know about this city, is that it loved its festivals
one day, she landed smack in the middle of one, surrounded by a throbbing, massive crowd
panicking, she tried to run but like quicksand, got sucked deeper in, until somehow she ended up quite literally in the middle of a parade
guards immediately moved to try and shove her back into the crowd, so she bared her fangs and unsheathed her claws and was ready to fight
until...a very stern, very beautiful bogsneak seemed to just apparate between the unnamed teen and the guards, and with but a look, the guards backed down
she was swept away from the crowd, brought back to what appeared to be a luxury inn, with beautiful satin pillows, golden and bejeweled dishes and candelabras
she learned the beautiful golden and crimson bogsneak was named Amorra
Amorra fed her, bathed her, clothed her, and practically pampered her, but couldn't crack the hard exterior of her
it deeply saddened Amorra, to see one so young be so full of distrust and hatred and fear, running nonstop, covered in grime and her own blood
Amorra spoke in a deep, stern but gentle voice, offering her something she hadn't had in forever
a home
so, she stayed
conflicted, feeling like she should run, but something about Amorra felt comforting and warm, and she so desperately didn't want to give that up
she became a "trainee", using feminine wiles to excite customers, then rob them blind while they're smitten
but as a trainee, due to the ranking ladder, was forbidden from entering the higher-ranking areas, such as where Amorra was
despite that, it wasn't her favorite method of making money, but she did it
and she did it well, well enough to over time work her way up the ladder and graduate from being a trainee
and finally, she could see Amorra again
Amorra was glad to see that she was doing well
she looked healthier and wealthier
the two spent time together, and she grew close to Amorra
she stayed there for the better part of a year total, before her past caught up to her
a group of bounty hunters from the faraway city of her home made their way into this bright and new colorful city
they caught wind of her working as a courtesan/pickpocket in the Lily Grove, and demanded entrance
Amorra, knowing that this was her friend's past catching up to her, declined them entry and slammed the door on them, then went to warn her friend
she had to flee
it was the only thing she could do to keep Amorra and her friends at the Lily Grove safe
it came naturally to her, at the very least
she didn't expect plumes of thick, jet-black smoke to erupt from the Lily Grove after she stole away
she didn't expect the crowd to surge towards her, running from the rapidly spreading fire that was beginning to consume the mercantile town
she didn't expect the tears streaming from her face in fear and worry for Amorra, her only true friend in her lifetime
a month passed, a month of her running, surviving in the woods, before she finally...decided
it came to her in a small clearing, as she laid down and looked up at the night sky, such a peaceful scene, but her mind was racing
she would never be safe, nor have a peaceful home in a city
it was a series of bad choices and uncontrollable events that led her to here, but now she had to come to terms with it
for the second time in a month, and even the second time in her life, she sobbed
her whole body was wracked with grief-stricken shaking and crying as she mourned her past, mourned the little urchin girl, mourned her first friend, mourned her robbed childhood
she fell asleep crying, and when she woke, she chose for herself a name; Rapture
her first name, in all her years of living
no longer was she street urchin, or girl, or any other derogatory terms
the urchin entered the clearing, but only Rapture walked out, ready to finally start living
she went back to the mercantile city, now nothing but ruins that people picked through, trying to salvage their lives and livelihoods
Rapture went back to the Lily Grove, and found Amorra among the ruins, trying to piece it all back together, and came up to Amorra with an offer
since their lives were now rubble in this city, Rapture offered Amorra to create something of their own; their own clan, technically a bandit group, full of outcasts and misfits and those whose lives have been taken from them, and are looking for a new start
this is the start of Rapture's bandit clan, known simply as Plunge
Plunge was created in the corner of a ravine that butted up against a cliff side, stretching across the land by the ravine's edge, into the cliff's caves, and down into the ravine itself
for the longest time, it was just Rapture and Amorra in Plunge

the first permanent other to join Plunge after it was created by Rapture and Amorra was a small, softspoken tundra, with startingly crimson wings
she called herself Doriah, and was very fond of snakes, and sleeping
her odd obsession with reptiles and sleep was unsettling to her nomadic family, and she was kicked out, her pets rid from the earth, and set to wander and die of heat exhaustion
it would have happened to, had Amorra not found her and led her back
she was welcomed with open arms, and given a place in the coolest, darkest corner of the cliffside caves
as time went on the group began to become a hub for outcasts, either looking to start anew or simply using the group as a stepping stone to restart
both of which was okay with Rapture
they had their fair share of stragglers that decided to stay, once they saw it was okay when Doriah stayed

Malcolm officially joined next
he was a strange alchemist bogsneak who idolized, practically worshipped Baldwin, the trading post bogsneak
but his methods and practices got him chased away from his home, and he could never even meet him
so Malcolm admired Baldwin from afar, and looked for a safe place to practice, eventually finding Plunge
despite his...questionable techniques and eccentricity, he's proven himself to be reliable as he's refined his methods
he's a pretty good alchemist, and simply wants to continue doing his work, and doesn't care where he is as long as he can practice his alchemy
and that led him to join Plunge
he created his own little tent next to the cliff wall, to practice in peace
and ended up accidentally becoming the bandit clan's very own "personal Baldwin", much to his annoyance
he'd much rather the others leave him alone to practice but he figures since he was allowed to stay, he can help...here and there
over time his annoyed and frosty demeanor made way to a begrudging sort of care, as he became an impromptu healer of sorts

one at a time, outcasts and misfits all gathered around Rapture, attracted to her shining beacon of hope for a new life
as they worked with her, helped her, and she helped them, they began to realize what exactly Plunge meant to her
and inevitably, they didn't follow her for money or fame or power, but for loyalty
people who had rough starts in life, simply looking for a stepping stone for something to better themselves, or people looking to settle down, or people who want some coin, it didn't matter
Rapture took in all kinds, with a kind hand
she of course had stern rules, and if those rules were broken it was immediate exiling from Plunge, but that's only happened twice
but to her, Plunge became the family she never had when she was young

If you feel that this content violates our Rules & Policies, or Terms of Use, you can send a report to our Flight Rising support team using this window.

Please keep in mind that for player privacy reasons, we will not personally respond to you for this report, but it will be sent to us for review.

0/1000

Click or tap a food type to individually feed this dragon only. The other dragons in your lair will not have their energy replenished.

Exalting Rapture to the service of the Windsinger will remove them from your lair forever. They will leave behind a small sum of riches that they have accumulated. This action is irreversible.

Do you wish to continue?

Name

Names must be longer than 2 characters.
Names must be no longer than 16 characters.
Names can only contain letters.

Name

Names must be no longer than 16 characters.
Names can only contain letters.