Sandau
(#55650429)
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Familiar
Curious Kettle
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Energy: 43/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Shadow.
Male Tundra
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.98 m
Wingspan
2.63 m
Weight
364.53 kg
Genetics
Tan
Vipera
Vipera
Spruce
Trail
Trail
Stone
Thylacine
Thylacine
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Tundra
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
7
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
S A N D A U
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 Tem mais de um milhão nessa condução Indo para a praia Cheiro de sundown, beriraum down down Os ****** vão de saia Faço de tudo pra te encontrar Lacônico, retórico é o seu olhar Não dá pra respirar Pra te dizer que não dá não Não dá pra não ficar Pra não querer não ficar não O sol alucina, quero uma menina E um copo d'água Faz sinal pra van e segura o tchan Até de madrugada   Sterling Frederico Roberto Fernandes Sundown da Silva Mate to Gilly Ann Smith Master Chef at the Gilly n' Gull Inn No, he is not the 'Gull' 37 human years old |
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Sterling Frederico Roberto Fernandes Sundown da Silva a.k.a. Sandau is a former alchemist and mage. His life started with his adoptive family, a simple group of faes, who lived by the sea and worked as fishermen or scrap collectors. They lived close to the shore and used whatever they found drifting ashore to better build their lifes and houses. A good life with many joys, as long as you're able to thrive in the modesty of leading a simple yet loving life. Obviously, Sterling was too materialistic for that. From birth interested in stories of the occult, as well as in old, lost foreign languages. His family used to find his interests odd, but supported him nonetheless, bringing any content they believes suited Sterling's hobbies of studying alchemy, magic and everything related. Being a bit of a snob, Sterling never valued the caring and loving nature of his parents and when the first chance of leaving showed up, he packed and left his adoptive family. 
He worked as manual larbor, despite being clearly unsuited for the job. He eventually settled with cooking, being the closest possible to brewing concoctions - which he insists on calling potions and elixers - while still managing to earn an income. At some point, he managed to complete a shapeshifting spell - and transformed his body shape in an alchemy ritual. He has the requirements written down at a book he keeps carefully locked and hidden away - the truth about the spell musn't be found. But as usually with alchemy, the law of equivalent exchange must be met. With a new body he was much happier with, and with his own body being the proof of his alchemy skills, Sandau took to the world to join a guild of magic users. Alas, Sterling has too big of an ego to understand he needs to start from the bottom, and so he was expelled from the three different guilds he joined at which point, he reached bankrupcy as he no longer had the funds to continue practicing magic or pay for his own bills. And that is how he ended up, once more, working as a cook, at the Gilly n' Gull Inn. | ___ |
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He hates being a cook. He hates not being taken seriously. He hates having to work at the Gilly n' Gull and will always claim to only be doing so because he needs to save a lot of money to simply start his own alchemy apothecarium, since joining others didn't work out so well for him. Well, starting your own guild costs money he currently doesn't have, so he keeps working diligently as a master cook, while taking alchemy freelance jobs on the side. For a while, people on Porto relied on his alchemy skills until a younger, more amiable and not so full of himself alchemist showed up in town. It's a good thing this other alchemist never comes to the Gilly n' Gull. Sterling would poison his food, on purpose for a change. 
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_____________________________ gilly - mate She's beautiful, she's sexy, she's absolutely unbearable. Gilly might as well be one of the few people at Pegleg Quay and Stormsbane Wharf who don't mock Sandau for his failed alchemy career, that doesn't mean she makes his life any easier. She keeps telling him that she could pay him better if he wasn't such a snob. But Sandau's pride is his greatest flaw and he refuses to change. He misbehaves, mistreats patrons, serves poisoned food Nobody is quite sure why they're still mates, but they'll say so to whoever ask.   | _ |
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Super sweet gift from @yeppo! Thank you very much! ♥
Super sweet gift from @yeppo! Thank you very much! ♥
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Notable MentionsCompliment, by MusicalMaladies
Your g1s are all so SOFT. I love them! ...especially Sandau.
Scariest Dragon on my lair, by cktcblazejem
He's not your typical scary but the skull and colors and everything definitely gives off kind of a rotten vibe I guess.
Creepiest dragon on my lair, by Pistrix
There's something terrifying about this man to be honest. Maybe it's about contrast created by casual outfit and the skull on his face? I mean, imagine wanting to talk with him, poking his shoulder to get his attention, he turns around to look at you and you see his horrific face.
Now have fun with him in your nightmares lmao
Now have fun with him in your nightmares lmao
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The Good Life by the amazing Lykantos
xxxxxxx– Oi, Sandau! I got a Snapper kicking up a stink sayin’ his mussels were moldy! xxxxxxxAn irate Nocturne stalked toward a tan furred male who was surrounded by the (barely) organized chaos of a kitchen tavern after a busy day. xxxxxxxThe tundra barely seemed to notice. xxxxxxx– Hmm? – Sandau looked up from the massive bubbling cauldron that dominated the space. Whatever was cooking inside seemed more suited to a laboratory than a kitchen, the questionable liquid giving off multicoloured fumes. – What now? xxxxxxxDeep blue eyes narrowed into a fierce glare as the female Nocturne scowled at the male. xxxxxxx– I said, there’s a customer complaining about bad seafood. You got an explanation for that? – A scoff. xxxxxxx– Tell him his tongue is as defective as the rest of him, – Sandau retorted dismissively, – If he can’t tell the taste of Leechroot Mushroom from common mold he should have saved his treasure and ordered dried anchovies instead. – A sideways glance expressed his annoyance, – And aren’t you a Water dragon, Gilly? You should know Cragside Mussels don’t even grow mold! The idiot’s drunk. xxxxxxxThe Nocturne stared at him, unimpressed. She was indeed born of Water and had spent a good chunk of time in the open ocean, to boot. Gilly was practically a seafood expert – and a Sandau expert too, which was how she recognized his handiwork. xxxxxxx– Sure. He definitely got drunk off the freshwater he’s been drinking all evening. Nothing to do with the only thing he ate, which just so happens to be your mussels. – The mussels that were indeed seasoned with the distinctly vivid purple Leechroot Mushrooms, which coincidentally were the exact same colour as the bubbling contents of the tundra’s cauldron. xxxxxxxHonestly. xxxxxxx– This is the third one this month, Sandau. If this drake has connections like the others you ticked off I’m docking the price of damage control from your salary. Again. xxxxxxxThat got his attention. xxxxxxx– Excuse me?! That –– the chef sputtered indignantly. xxxxxxx– D’you really want to deal with the guards yourself? Or with a Snapper who looks like he was spat out from a mountain? – The customer in question genuinely did have the physique of a rugged brawler, fitting for a Plague dragon. Even she’d think twice about tussling with him, and Gilly was a hardened pirate. xxxxxxxSandau scowled. He knew as well as anyone that his strength was in magic, not the physical, and even a semi-skilled fighter would have no trouble with him. Against a Plague aligned fighter with a grudge? It was a no-brainer. xxxxxxx– Fine. xxxxxxxSeeing that petulant expression on someone as fluffy as him was doing all kinds of things to Gilly. A grown dragon really had no business looking so cute. xxxxxxxFeeling suddenly mischievous, she smirked and shifted her stance, mimicking a tundra’s body language and sidling closer. Sandau was instantly wary, long experience telling him to be on guard whenever the Nocturne’s trickster instincts reared their head. xxxxxxxGilly’s voice deepened into a purr, a perfect mirror of the male’s own fancier accent. xxxxxxx– Why, if you have such objections, perhaps an… alternative payment method would suit you, good sir? – Her sapphire eyes glittered in the low light, and her long, black-tipped swayed sensuously. xxxxxxxA lesser dragon might have been enchanted; the land pirate was no conventional beauty, but the sleek, edged curves of her figure and knife-sharp glint in her eyes had a certain magnetic charm. Many poor souls had been caught in the whirlpool of that deep blue gaze. xxxxxxxSandau, however, was no weak-willed fool. He turned away deliberately, ignoring his heartbeat’s quickening. xxxxxxx– Hmph. A washed away pirate like you can’t afford me. – A pause. –But I might be persuaded to share a cut of the profits from my Strengthening Potion. – He kept his eyes on the brightly coloured brew. xxxxxxxA burst of laughter dragged the tundra’s gaze to Gilly, whose demeanor had shifted back seamlessly. She was still close enough that he could feel the subtle aura of her native element brush against his own. xxxxxxx– Works for me, Head Chef! – The Nocturne smiled. Sandau tried, and failed, to keep his face in its previous glower. xxxxxxx– I’m going to build my own apothecary, you know, and then The Gilly n’ Gull will sink like a stone without me,– he retorted, though there was no real heat in his voice. xxxxxxx– Maybe when you manage not to poison anyone for a month, hmm? – the Nocturne said teasingly. – Until then, you’re on my payroll, so better not make trouble for the tavern or you’re never getting that raise. – She bumped his wings with hers. xxxxxxx– You make trouble all on your own,– the tundra grumbled as he watched Gilly turn to leave the kitchen. She smirked, tossing a self-satisfied look at her mate. xxxxxxx– You bet your sweet, flowing mane I do. – She had an angry, delirious Snapper to deal with, and then the whole night to… negotiate with Sandau. xxxxxxxLife was good. | x |
he's like 1.63m (5'3) and she's 2m (6'5) tall
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