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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.03 m
Wingspan
5.04 m
Weight
701.81 kg
Genetics
Antique
Pinstripe
Pinstripe
Shadow
Stripes
Stripes
Gloom
Okapi
Okapi
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Skydancer
Max Level
STR
133
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
40
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
5
Biography
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"When detaching yourself from reality- Never ask yourself who you really are. You will not like the answer."
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Zacharias was born in the screeching heights of Harpy's roost with his twin brother, Keaton, where he lived through rather standard hatchling years, bonding with his mother and brother while learning how to survive. A run of mill brat, Zacharias loved teasing and bothering other dragons and was known for getting into trouble, pulling elders feathers, scratching sand into his brother's face, the works of a mischievous child. Despite his near bully attitude, Zacharias always had a strong sense of right and wrong, and would fight anything that threatened his brother- including a Roc, that the two were lucky to run away from. He loved his brother, his mother, his small clan of Skydancer's. It was home. That was all torn from him as the Colony decided to tear through the towering sandstone pillars in search of metals, gems- anything and everything of value. He was left behind- his brother taken and he was left in the cold claws of Dmitri, who was very eager to show his worth and value to Citadel by providing him with young blood for his army. This is where Zacharias grew up, becoming a ruthless machine, only here to serve the Colony, live for the Colony and die for the Colony- or so Citadel thought. |
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Zacharias spent much of his time in his new found home missing home. He missed the companionship of his brother, he missed his mother's singing and was sorely aching for his family. Darius kept raising him, teaching him mechanics and how to fight- his style was underhanded and dirty, but you wouldn't catch Zacharias complaining. As he grew, it became more and more apparent to Zacharias that emotions were seen as insolence- so he learned to bury them. Detach himself from them, some form of afterthought that he shouldn't bother with. He became quiet- cold, always calculating what people were thinking or how they were feeling. Zacharias did what he had to do to survive, even if it meant becoming a shell of who he was. By the time he was a young adult, he had become a model Colony member. One who didn't question and fulfilled orders with a bow and a skip in his step. A true Watcher through and through, and he earned his ranks through brutal bloodshed and unwavering loyalty. Yet- even this was calculated. All his life Zach had to sit through others dying- killed in horrible and brutal ways, ways that caused his inner morality to flare up. But he couldn't do anything without power. He needed to go up in rank- to gain the trust of the superiors if he was to ever try and do something, anything, about this rancid place he's been forced to call home for too long. Zacharias detached himself from the reality of his actions- murder, pillaging, it made him sick to his core. It was a burden he was willing to bear if it meant knocking the Colony down a peg. This isn't what he wanted to become- what he wanted to do, but he's done what he's had to do. The Colony must not keep thriving. |
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| Zacharias's devotion to his own set goal was admirable- even if futile. He had to betray those he loved, watch those closest to him die- executed by his own hands. Blood stained his soul, but he couldn't feel anything for it- for them. Stopping to grieve and mourn those who've sacrificed themselves for him, and the innocent lives he's had to take was not an option. The show had to go on- and it did as it was easy to leave himself behind, to keep on as a walking husk. It was- at least, until he had orders to go slaughter a small settlement and came face to face with himself in the form of Keaton- his facade breaking as he pinned his brother to the ground. He couldn't do it- his brother's paws weakly pushing against him in a futile attempt to free himself as Zacharias stood frozen, everything unwinding around him. He may have been betrayed by his own blood- his mother leaving him for dead, but Keaton was innocent in all that, a child as he was. A Wildclaw's screech caused him to snap out of it and flee, failing his job as he left his brother. |
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He couldn't think straight- he stumbled back into camp without a single wound on him, yet he felt like he was going to pass out from blood loss. He was punished for his failure- they expected better out of him. But as it was the first blemish on an otherwise perfect record, life quickly went back to normal for him- except now he was haunted by his brother, memories he thought he'd buried long ago. He was conflicted- all he wanted as a child was to be with his brother and family again, but he couldn't abandon his goal. He couldn't squander all the dragons who died for this- he couldn't let his brother become a victim as well. He'd lost a mentor-, a love, friends... He had to do this. It didn't last. Zacharias found himself staring at Dante, a man he came to respect as a father- a guiding light despite everything. He watched as Zach was turned on, claws dragging across his feathers and teeth sinking into his throat and pulling- only being saved from being torn open, ripped apart by the same man who betrayed him, the obelisk pushing his assailant off of him and yelling for him to run, the skydancer barely getting off his feet in time to avoid a ridgebacks claws across his face- what left a cracked gem and scars across his face was meant to crush his skull. He was chased and barely survived with his life, dragging his half dead carcass through the sands as a storm started up. He shakily pulled himself forward, falling into the sand and letting himself go. He didn't expect to wake up again, let alone in less pain. A large ridgeback was in his face- Reid , but all the skydancer saw was the cold hard gaze of Citadel and lashed out, the blood splattering on the ground shocking him to reality- and to a lot of angry people glaring him down. And he saw Keaton in the back, inside all of the clamour- the rage, he saw his brother slinking his way past everyone just to walk up to him, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him into a hug, promising that he didn't have to worry anymore. It was okay.
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