Gebiss
(#57192550)
Level 1 Skydancer
Familiar
Blooming Strangler
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Wind.
Male Skydancer
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.37 m
Wingspan
6.48 m
Weight
755.6 kg
Genetics
Tarnish
Falcon
Falcon
Murk
Peregrine
Peregrine
Soil
Veined
Veined
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Skydancer
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
4
AGI
5
DEF
4
QCK
9
INT
9
VIT
4
MND
9
Biography
GEIBISS Leather Tailor
Callous - Cold - Snappish
Although he appears quite normal upon first glance, Geibiss is nothing short of a monster. His ornery disposition, grouchy tendencies and short fuse make him extremely undesirable and nearly impossible to approach. He can look very presentable despite some tears in his upper wings, but his snarling maw sends most others running from him rather quick, even his own clanmates.
But Geibiss was not always such a grouch. He was born alongside four other nestmates to a happy couple of Skydancers living in the Zephyr Steppes. His parents were horrified to see him hatch from his egg, however – while all of his siblings turned out a wonderful green color, Geibiss was born with dark browns and reds streaking his entire body. His parents and young nestmates were horrified at his appearance.
Although most of his fellow birthclan members were more than tolerant of his strange appearance, it constantly earned him the ridicule of his siblings and parents. They never referred to him by name – choosing to call him a “diseased monster” and “heartless thing” instead. Geibiss was initially very tolerant of their ridicule, but at one point he did eventually snap.
Geibiss was very well behaved and more than did his share of work outside of his unfortunate upbringing. On one particular week, he caught more insects than any of his nestmates, meaning he could get to have a priority dinner. Jealous, one of his nestmates sabotaged his dinner by claiming he hadn’t caught his insects righteously and then proceeded to release his own, thereby saying that his sibling stole his catches.
No one was able to prove that Geibiss hadn’t stolen the insects, and so as punishment his birth clan exiled him and his entire family from territory, instructing them not to come back. Geibiss begged the clan to take him in and not ridicule him for the behavior of his family, but unfortunately there was nothing they could do, and so he had to leave with his entire family, who blamed their exile on him despite the actions of one of his nestmates.
They fled south to the Icefield, where it was much too cold for any Skydancer to survive without extra insulation, but the family was hoping they could have Geibiess freeze to death for all the “misery” he’d caused them. Karma had other plans – after being separated from the rest of his family at one point, Geibiss managed to get the skin of a deer and bundled himself up in it while the rest of his family died of hypothermia.
Realizing he was no longer under anyone else’s thumb, Geibiss’s once polite attitude turned more salty than dried fish cooked by Raptorik. He later fled the cold part of Sornieth in favor of the dry, humid floes of Dragonhome, preferring the dry heat, with nothing on him but some water, a birdskull and the deerskin he’d swiped while in the Icefield.
It was here that Geibiss learned to repurpose animal skins for his own use, as well as how to perform this task in moderation. He was almost entirely self-taught, as any notable mentors he could have had were too intimidated by his snarling voice to even get close to him. However, Geibiss quickly became skilled at his craft, and although hard to approach he was rather respected.
Geibiss’s success with being a leather tailor eventually led to him becoming a member of the coveted Pedestal, where he provides clothing for his clanmates. Many of them know better than to give him any form of praise for what he does – a simple “thank you” is all he can tolerate before he turns into a snapping mess.
Geibiss is a fairly healthy size, but his gait is on the heavier side, as being a roamer has given him stronger legs than the average Skydancer. He has a couple of tears on the ends of his wings from some injuries he can’t really recall, and the intense heat of Dragonhome has completely eroded the pigment in his irises away, giving him ghostly white eyes with spotty pupils.
These days, Geibiss has always stuck to a routine of gathering and creating – going to bed the same time every day, etc. As of recently, rumors are abound that he is in a relationship, but no one knows who he is with, and no one is brave enough to talk to Geibiss to confirm these suspicions.
Despite his anger problem, however, there’s no doubting that Geibiss has made quite a name for himself, particularly in Plaguelands, for his craft – he’s one of the best there is, after all. He’s so well respected for what he does that no one expects him to change his attitude, but only time will tell if, should he in fact be in a relationship, his snappy attitude may change again.
coding by kaixin #226415 || graphics by juunebugs #57133 || lore by shadowforestdrag #431376
CrowDazzle wrote on 2019-12-06 05:46:09:
@Scarborough
oh gosh this got so long so fast lmao
Gebiss is first, he will be flirted with/courted by my boy Scraps
A long grizzled muzzle sniffed the air, letting the dank and humid scent of the sornieth wash over him. It was a far cry from the acrid haze of smokes and steams from the molten scar. Scraps tentatively made his way through the wilderness, keeping an eye out for any juicy morsels. The ever unforgiving scent of blood suddenly filled his nostrils as he slunk over a hill, pupil dilating. A hunger clawed it's way into his belly as he took deep whiffs. Oh, he was so hungry.
Scraps crouched as low as he could to the ground as he used the brush as cover. He only had so much time to hunt before they came back to wrestle him back into that damned muzzle. An inkling of irritation made his arms itch, but the hunter ignored it in favor of the hunger in his belly. Just one meal, just one before they found him. A clearing was coming into sight, the smell of blood stronger and stronger. His eyes lit up in delight as a freshly splayed carcass was presented to him. It looks like the beasts hide had already been taken, the juicy bites left. Like a buzzard, he hopped over and pounced on the lovely meal, not caring who saw. With the ravage of a starved predator, Scraps tore into his meal.
A deep growl made the wildclaw pause, bringing his head up. Eyes of light and wind locked with one another, confusion than anger rising into them. A feral growl ripped it's way out of Scraps bloodied maw as he stepped forward, protecting his meal from the newcomer. The newcomer was a delicate thing wrapped in stripes of leather, bone, and feathers. The scent of death, blood, and smoke rolled off the skydancer. But, an equally feral growl that ripped from it's mouth made a feeling rise into the wildclaw's mind.
His just like me
The two ferals growled at one another, a stand off. Until the skydancer actually spoke.
"You can have the bloody damn meat, just give me the hide under it." Scraps paused, looking down at his meal. Indeed there was a bloodied hide hidden beneath the carcass, as it put there to keep it protected from the predators until it's owner returned. Now, scraps did like his leather, but he was so hungry that the hide barley interested him right now. Digging around the meat, he grasped the hide before chucking it at the skydancer. It landed with a wet plop at the other's feet. Let the other have his leather, he just wanted his meal. The skydancer picked up his prize with a huff before turning and walking away. Of course Scraps watched him go, wanting to make sure he left, and not because a strange feeling clawed into his stomach as he watched the delicate little thing walk away. Whatever this feeling was, it wasn't hunger.
Days passed and Scraps couldn't get the memory of the skydancer out of his head. With his mouth wrapped shut with the muzzle, his brain was a little less foggy these days. Hunger did tend to do that to a man. But with a clearer mind, he found himself revisiting the memory over and over. Eventually it became too much, he needed to see the skydancer again. Atleast to get his name, if nothing else. Scraps tracked down his clan's Representative, asking what clans laid in the sornieth where he had been hunting. The Pedestal Clan.
Not knowing what was compelling him, Scraps knew he needed to bring a gift. A sense of wanting to impress the skydancer was tickling his mind into complete madness. He need obey or else the madness would never go away. Pilling as many of his good hides, leathers, feathers, and other skins onto his back, Scraps set out for the land of The Pedestal Clan.
It took longer with the load upon his back, but Scraps was determined. True the muzzle brought about a clarity to his mind, thought he was still a simple beast with one idea at a time on his mind. As so, when he found the clan and approached, it only than occurred to him that he did not know the skydancer's name. But, he did know his scent. Ignoring the stares of the rest of the clan who looked upon him like some disgusting stray, Scraps sniffed the air. Death, blood, smoke. Following his nose, he stopped just short of a cave entrance covered in mismatched pieces of leather from a wide variety of different beasts. This was defiantly the place.
As he tried to enter, one of the other clan members finally decided enough was enough and grabbed him by the tail as to pull him back. A feral roar, muffled by the muzzle, escaped from behind a half closed mouth as he rounded on the offender. The elderly looking imperial flattened his ears, prepared for a fight.
"What is going on!?" Both males stopped as a voice called from behind the cover of furs. A skull covered face peeked out from the curtains, an annoyed look in his eyes. Scraps stilled, anger rolling out and that strange feeling in his stomach coming to haunt him.
"Caught him trying to go into your home." The elderly imperial gruffed, ears flattening back down as Scraps gave him a nasty look.
"What do you want?" Scraps straightened as he was addressed by the skydancer. Reaching behind his back, he pulled forth the leather, furs, hides, and other skins. He laid them at the other's feet, puffing up his chest like a proud rooster. He rumbled in pleasure as he watched the skydancer rifle though his 'gift. Of course he only picked the best up to inspect, ignoring the others that were surely flawed. Those wind eyes caught his again, a scoff escaping from behind the bird skull mask.
"Don't flatter yourself. Their okay, nothing extraordinary." To prove his word, the skydancer kicked the remaining skins away from his home, keeping a few close.
"Bring me something worth my time, than maybe i'll listen to what you have to say."
Challenge accepted.
For weeks Scraps would randomly show back up at the clan's home, with him a number of skins. From prey, to beasts, and even a few dragon looking ones would be presented to the skydancer. It wasnt until one day he came, a large skin almost as large as himself strapped to his back. Upon closer inspection it would be revealed to be a yeti's pelt, a hard beast to bring down. If the healing wounds an scars across Scraps body were anything to go by, the Yeti proved its worth. This was what earned him the skydancer's attention. And name.
Gebiss
From there he still visited Gebiss, bringing with him leathers the other could look over and pick out ones he wanted. He saw no reason to hide his intent from Gebiss, even though he himself did not understand it. Anyone with half a brain could plainly see that it was love. The damn fool was in love.
oh gosh this got so long so fast lmao
Gebiss is first, he will be flirted with/courted by my boy Scraps
A long grizzled muzzle sniffed the air, letting the dank and humid scent of the sornieth wash over him. It was a far cry from the acrid haze of smokes and steams from the molten scar. Scraps tentatively made his way through the wilderness, keeping an eye out for any juicy morsels. The ever unforgiving scent of blood suddenly filled his nostrils as he slunk over a hill, pupil dilating. A hunger clawed it's way into his belly as he took deep whiffs. Oh, he was so hungry.
Scraps crouched as low as he could to the ground as he used the brush as cover. He only had so much time to hunt before they came back to wrestle him back into that damned muzzle. An inkling of irritation made his arms itch, but the hunter ignored it in favor of the hunger in his belly. Just one meal, just one before they found him. A clearing was coming into sight, the smell of blood stronger and stronger. His eyes lit up in delight as a freshly splayed carcass was presented to him. It looks like the beasts hide had already been taken, the juicy bites left. Like a buzzard, he hopped over and pounced on the lovely meal, not caring who saw. With the ravage of a starved predator, Scraps tore into his meal.
A deep growl made the wildclaw pause, bringing his head up. Eyes of light and wind locked with one another, confusion than anger rising into them. A feral growl ripped it's way out of Scraps bloodied maw as he stepped forward, protecting his meal from the newcomer. The newcomer was a delicate thing wrapped in stripes of leather, bone, and feathers. The scent of death, blood, and smoke rolled off the skydancer. But, an equally feral growl that ripped from it's mouth made a feeling rise into the wildclaw's mind.
His just like me
The two ferals growled at one another, a stand off. Until the skydancer actually spoke.
"You can have the bloody damn meat, just give me the hide under it." Scraps paused, looking down at his meal. Indeed there was a bloodied hide hidden beneath the carcass, as it put there to keep it protected from the predators until it's owner returned. Now, scraps did like his leather, but he was so hungry that the hide barley interested him right now. Digging around the meat, he grasped the hide before chucking it at the skydancer. It landed with a wet plop at the other's feet. Let the other have his leather, he just wanted his meal. The skydancer picked up his prize with a huff before turning and walking away. Of course Scraps watched him go, wanting to make sure he left, and not because a strange feeling clawed into his stomach as he watched the delicate little thing walk away. Whatever this feeling was, it wasn't hunger.
Days passed and Scraps couldn't get the memory of the skydancer out of his head. With his mouth wrapped shut with the muzzle, his brain was a little less foggy these days. Hunger did tend to do that to a man. But with a clearer mind, he found himself revisiting the memory over and over. Eventually it became too much, he needed to see the skydancer again. Atleast to get his name, if nothing else. Scraps tracked down his clan's Representative, asking what clans laid in the sornieth where he had been hunting. The Pedestal Clan.
Not knowing what was compelling him, Scraps knew he needed to bring a gift. A sense of wanting to impress the skydancer was tickling his mind into complete madness. He need obey or else the madness would never go away. Pilling as many of his good hides, leathers, feathers, and other skins onto his back, Scraps set out for the land of The Pedestal Clan.
It took longer with the load upon his back, but Scraps was determined. True the muzzle brought about a clarity to his mind, thought he was still a simple beast with one idea at a time on his mind. As so, when he found the clan and approached, it only than occurred to him that he did not know the skydancer's name. But, he did know his scent. Ignoring the stares of the rest of the clan who looked upon him like some disgusting stray, Scraps sniffed the air. Death, blood, smoke. Following his nose, he stopped just short of a cave entrance covered in mismatched pieces of leather from a wide variety of different beasts. This was defiantly the place.
As he tried to enter, one of the other clan members finally decided enough was enough and grabbed him by the tail as to pull him back. A feral roar, muffled by the muzzle, escaped from behind a half closed mouth as he rounded on the offender. The elderly looking imperial flattened his ears, prepared for a fight.
"What is going on!?" Both males stopped as a voice called from behind the cover of furs. A skull covered face peeked out from the curtains, an annoyed look in his eyes. Scraps stilled, anger rolling out and that strange feeling in his stomach coming to haunt him.
"Caught him trying to go into your home." The elderly imperial gruffed, ears flattening back down as Scraps gave him a nasty look.
"What do you want?" Scraps straightened as he was addressed by the skydancer. Reaching behind his back, he pulled forth the leather, furs, hides, and other skins. He laid them at the other's feet, puffing up his chest like a proud rooster. He rumbled in pleasure as he watched the skydancer rifle though his 'gift. Of course he only picked the best up to inspect, ignoring the others that were surely flawed. Those wind eyes caught his again, a scoff escaping from behind the bird skull mask.
"Don't flatter yourself. Their okay, nothing extraordinary." To prove his word, the skydancer kicked the remaining skins away from his home, keeping a few close.
"Bring me something worth my time, than maybe i'll listen to what you have to say."
Challenge accepted.
For weeks Scraps would randomly show back up at the clan's home, with him a number of skins. From prey, to beasts, and even a few dragon looking ones would be presented to the skydancer. It wasnt until one day he came, a large skin almost as large as himself strapped to his back. Upon closer inspection it would be revealed to be a yeti's pelt, a hard beast to bring down. If the healing wounds an scars across Scraps body were anything to go by, the Yeti proved its worth. This was what earned him the skydancer's attention. And name.
Gebiss
From there he still visited Gebiss, bringing with him leathers the other could look over and pick out ones he wanted. He saw no reason to hide his intent from Gebiss, even though he himself did not understand it. Anyone with half a brain could plainly see that it was love. The damn fool was in love.
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