Foxglove
(#56246052)
Level 1 Fae
Familiar
Lilyfowl
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Energy: 48/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Nature.
Female Fae
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Personal Style
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Skin
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Measurements
Length
0.83 m
Wingspan
0.92 m
Weight
1.73 kg
Genetics
Banana
Speckle
Speckle
Spring
Morph
Morph
Banana
Contour
Contour
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Fae
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
6
INT
8
VIT
5
MND
8
Biography
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S T O R Y
Foxglove is a relatively quiet dragon in her clan. Dragons know she exists, but she isn't the first to come to mind. Although she is a rare Sandwing/Leafwing hybrid, she doesn't have the ability to Leafspeak, and has a barbed tail and golden-tinged fire, like a normal Sandwing. What they don't know is that Foxglove harbors a deep secret- it's not that she can't Leafspeak. Her ability has been somehow warped, and instead of being able to sense and manipulate plants, she can only control the spirits of plants. She could see the black, smoky outlines of the plants, wilting or burning terribly, and hear the awful cries of anguish, as they suffered, feeling the last strands of life seep away from them. Foxglove noticed them more depending on the angrier they were- ones that were burned by dragons, or chopped into paper- she could sense them all, as they cried to her for revenge. This had led to the death of her parents.
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The day Foxglove hatched in Pantala, her parents were ecstatic. Her father had fled from Pyrrha during the Sandwing war, fearing for his life. Upon arriving in Pantala, he had found Foxglove's mother, a beautiful Leafwing, longing for the company of the forests long gone. They had gotten together, united by the lonely feeling of homesickness, eventually bearing a dragonet- Foxglove. Seeing their beautiful egg hatch, they drew together, anticipating their life with their new dragonet- they longed to raise her up, adoring and pampering her. They couldn't wait to watch as she grew, as her heart opened up to them, and eventually, inevitably to another dragon, as they watched with tears when she left them. Of course, they didn't know that all of this would not happen. They didn't know that their very dragonet would cause the death of them. For when she hatched, her parents gaped at her odd hybrid colors. She was like a poisonous plant, exotic and alluring, drawing them to her. And so they named her Foxglove. In Foxglove's newborn mind, she could see the billowing, translucent shapes of the trees long gone. She could hear their howls, painstakingly loud in her new ears. Roaring in anguish, Foxglove, with her uncontrollable "Leafspeak", let loose an enormous amount of uncontrollable power, causing the trees to become more and more solid, vines wrapping themselves around her father. It was a horrifying sight- her father, grasping at the black vines choking him, couldn't free himself, struggling and flailing, as his last breath left him. Horrified, Foxglove's mother had wrapped her wings tightly around Foxglove, protecting her dragonet, even as her poisonous tail scraped her mother. Throughout the next few days, the newborn Foxglove solemnly stayed with her mother, as her mother cried and cried for her husband, her cries becoming more and more weak, her poisoned wound blackening with infection. Foxglove's venom had been different, mixed in with the poisonous juices of plants. So different, in fact, that the cactus juice brought from Pyrrha had no effect on the wound. After a few days, her mother passed away, leaving Foxglove alone in Pantala, accompanied by wailing, vengeful spirits, begging her to take revenge for them. Unable to shed a single tear for her parents. Her mother's sister, Clove, had grimly banished Foxglove from ever setting foot in the Leafwing Kingdom again, forcing the young dragonet to fly the long flight back to Pyrrha by herself.
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Foxglove lived in an isolated village in the Sandwing Kingdom, where the plant spirits were content and tired, and little cried out to her for revenge. Living a simple life while learning how to control her powers, Foxglove aimed never to hurt any dragon ever again, for the longest she can. But then, on a night where all three moons shone brightly, a triple full moon, she was somehow warped into Sornieth, falling into the land near the Lyrendii Clan. Before she knew it, she was swept in, welcomed and given brief introductions, while she still tried to process where she was. Living in the clan, Foxglove aimed to live quietly, unlike her loud presence in the remote Sandwing village. In her den, Foxglove wrote out stories, building and developing characters, that she wished to be more like. Note: every time Foxglove uses her powers, it greatly exhausts her mind, and if overused, she will become in some sort of trance-like state, since due to her weakened mind, the vengeful plant spirits may be able to take over, and her eyes become jet-black, as she is able to see what the plants make her do, although she usually can't do anything about it. Abilities: "Leafspeak", barb (causes minor itch/burn), fire
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Storm wrote:
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S T O R Y
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Power: Fluctuating frost breath (sometimes stronger than other times), silver scale markings that light up when she's excited (usually at a neutral glow, may dim when sad), night vision sensitive to light (uses veil/blindfold like thing in Ice Kingdom since it's so sparkly), can hold breath relatively longer
Storm is a cheerful Icewing in the gloomy, strict Icewing tribe. She spends her days hanging out with her friends, playing a variety of games, trying their best to skip school as often as possible. As a Third Rank Icewing, Storm had deliberately raised her rank just enough so her parents won't be demoted due to her low rank, while maintaining her freedom in not living within the strict palace walls.
B A C K S T O R Y
Living in the "great" Ice Kingdom, surrounded with tons of friends, food and water, Storm thought she had it all. Although the high-ranked Icewings were pretty stuck-up, which could get kind of annoying, they could be really funny to tease, and were the subject of many of her jokes.
However, due to her odd coloration, of random light blue splotches against silver scales, which seemed to move and change regularly, the teachers were wary of her, singling her out due to her scales. Storm's dark blue eyes, the color of Icewing blood also made others uncomfortable, although she thought they looked kind of cool. Nevertheless, she obscured them partially with a veil tied over her eyes, sort of translucent, but looking like a blindfold, which also helped her sensitive eyes enormously, especially in the glittering outdoors. Due to her dark blood-blue eyes, Storm had always thought she was kind of partially albino or something, which might explain her looks.
Perhaps being albino might bring internal pain, right? Since it was sort of like a mutation. Every month, Storm would randomly have what she dubbed her "monthly terror" (which sort of made other dragons assume it was something else)- a painful feeling within her chest, as if her soul was being ripped apart. This would continue for awhile, usually after around three days, gradually fading away. Emerging from this time period, Storm couldn't help but feel that she had changed, somehow. At least that's what her friends sometimes mentioned, in hushed tones. Sometimes she had enormous cravings towards water, or became more daring and rebellious. Other than this, she didn't really sense anything different about herself (although her best friend Bliz sometimes mentioned some personality changes).
This had always been some sort of curiosity towards Storm, and she regarded it with interest, although it generally wasn't really what she thought about- at least until it began.
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Abilities: flamescale, breathe fire, extremely agile and quick flyer Motivation & Goal: To find a companion to be close to and understand, that will look past his firescales.
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Powers: Breathe fire when warm enough, some blue scales he can light up, can hold breath longer than usual. Animus, focuses on enchantments and creating weapons, so he can use both his animus and natural weapons to fight.
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S T O R Y
Caiman has always cared a lot about his friends. He may not show it, but it has always been there. His friends may know how to see it, but many others are unable to see it, perplexed with why dragons would want to be friends with such a loud dragon. His rude speech style has also driven some away, some who didn't care to see what's underneath. Caiman has a reputation for being loud and rude, but he doesn't care about what they think, and never explains himself.
B A C K S T O R Y
Caiman was born in the Mudwing Kingdom, from a nest of only one egg. His parents never came back to check on him, so he was born without sibs, jumping around groups as an unsib, never quite sure where he fit in. This caused him to have a somewhat rude attitude, as others weren't careful to stop themselves from referring to him rudely, as he never really got along. Jumping between groups for a while, Caiman eventually had traveled throughout the whole Mudwing Kingdom, but was nevertheless still lonely and detached from the other Mudwings, feeling jealous and bitter, with nothing to take it out on. This led to him being short-tempered, lashing out at anyone and everyone who crossed his path. His anger somewhat cooled when he made a few Mudwing friends, from a group of unsibs who had formed a group together, after their original sibs had been gone for various reasons. This group was small, containing only two other Mudwings, Catfish and Bramble, but they were welcoming, and stayed with him long enough to see past his many faults. |
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