LadySummergale
(#56299584)
Windwalking Heroine
Familiar
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Wind.
Female Nocturne
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Personal Style
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Measurements
Length
5.77 m
Wingspan
7.14 m
Weight
700.42 kg
Genetics
Heather
Clown
Clown
Mulberry
Shimmer
Shimmer
Steel
Peacock
Peacock
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Nocturne
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
7
VIT
7
MND
7
Biography
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BIOGRAPHY A gust of wind carried the young dragon through the swirling clouds above the plateau. Lady Summergale, the gregarious, chivalrous wanderer who enjoyed her time travelling from place to place, battling other martial artists in friendly fights and discussing current events. Her names were mostly present on the lips of other fighters in the region. Today, though, she was on a mission. There was a legendary sword that was said to have emerged recently. Its powers could give a dragon strength and vitality as great as a deity. To obtain it, fifty fighters from all over Sornieth must battle each other in an extensive tournament held in the Arena. Lady Summergale was skeptical at first, but joining the show didn’t hurt one bit. The tournament was unexpectedly grand. The sword was displayed on an elevated altar, basking in the sunlight and its own suspicious glory. And in that arena, Lady Summergale got pretty far, she thought. “Feast your eyes on this powerful sword, forged by the light of the Sunbeam Ruins themselves.” said the announcer, an absurdly casual-looking Ice dragon. He picked up the sword, and swung it high at it glowed with a soft yellow hue. “A relic of knowledge. A symbol of hope. Proof that miracles could still exist and be bestowed by the deities. Ladies and gentlemen, this sword only chooses the most worthy of worthy masters.” The crowd was tantalized. Lady Summergale smiled to herself. She wasn’t convinced, but she wasn’t here for those outrageous claims the announcer showered on the sword. She was here for one thing: fun. And for someone who was in this for fun, she got pretty far. It was almost impressive… if only that had been difficult. The toughest opponent in the tournament was, according to the Lady's estimation, a scary-looking Imperial nicknamed The Scarred, and his skill level was around hers. She could very well win the whole thing. It seemed like the rumours about this strange sword had only reached the more… gullible of the wanderers. There were only three dragons remaining in the tournament. Lady Summergale could very well give up at this point - she was tired, and if she won, the sword would be wasted on her. But then she had an idea. She wasn’t sure if what she was about to do was for the good of the dragons around her or not. She won the tournament. And she won the sword. The announcer made a quick speech, then handed the sword to her. She could feel him slinking away as everyone was focusing on its light. And it was just like that. Lady Summergale became one of the scarier fighters in the eyes of hundreds of dragons. Her reputation would surely surface. She was also probably the only one who wouldn’t make a fuss once she realized the sword’s powers were all imaginary. Just like that, everyone went home. Except on her way back, she was stopped by The Scarred. The Imperial demanded her to hand over the sword. He said that she didn’t win the fight fairly. He said that with her size, winning against him was impossible and she must’ve used some kind of trick. One thing a dragon should know about the Lady was that she absolutely despised being doubted. She prided herself in her integrity, and it was the one reputation she’d decided to live by. Lady Summergale drew her sword - the not-light-forged one - and readied herself for battle. They fought. The duel became more and more intense, laced with insults and name-calling until she could take it no more. During a burst of anger, she snapped the light-forged sword in half and threw it on the ground. “Look at it.” She said. “You were all fighting for this junk. And now you’re trying to rub your own stupidity in my face by being as aggressive as possible.” She could never forget the Imperial dragon’s face at that moment. Three years after the commotion had passed. Lady Summergale didn’t want to find out what happened to the sword, but the news reached her anyway. A witch hunt was spearheaded by The Scarred to find the scammer was still going on. There was no doubt that once this angry mob found the announcer, they would tear him to shreds. Oddly enough, she felt bad for him. She regretted ever revealing the secret. He wasn’t a good guy, but her opponents’ anger wasn’t something she could sympathize with, either. It was just a sword. How come any of them wanted to be a fighter when they wanted a shortcut so bad? She was sitting in a tavern, drinking her herb juice and thinking about her own life. She had been doing that a lot lately. The dragon sitting opposite to her was equally quiet. “I imagine your life hasn’t been so great, either?” The dragon asked. It was by pure coincidence that they met each other in this tavern. He looked so different, but she guessed that was what had been keeping him alive. “Yeah.” She said. “A disease had rendered me unable to pick up a sword anymore.” “I’m sorry.” He replied quietly. “Don’t be. I’m the one who should apologize to you.” The fugitive shook his head. He knew that he’d done wrong. Lady Summergale knew that too. But, well, she didn’t have that good of a memory. “Cheer up.” She placed her claws on his shoulder and proclaimed. “Do you want to travel with me to the Starfall Isles one last time before my body completely shuts itself down?” His eyes looked up from under his hood, quizzical. And she laughed with a voice as clear as crystal. | x |
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“If there's anything one needs to know about Lady Summergale, it's that she's actually not that invested in her job as a banker.
In fact, her successor is better at this than her. Still, her proficiency during the starting days of the clan was more than satisfactory. Nowadays, she spends time teaching martial arts to her disciples. She also randomly disappears. I believe that her love for adventures still hasn't died. Overall, she is easygoing, light-hearted, and never takes things too seriously. However, she doesn't like the Earthsong masters for whatever reason. Perhaps she holds some disagreement on their involvement in running the alliance.
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Etymology
Hạ Phong: Summer windCơ: Lady A title to showcase a wanderer's pride in the martial arts world. _______________________________
Same name, different languages
夏风姬 | Xiàfēngjī夏風姫 (かふうき、かふうひめ) - Kafuuki / Kafuuhime _______________________________ |
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