Aurora
(#57575869)
they/any | The dust is down, and shadows burn
Familiar
Tricolor Viperpillar
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Energy: 45
out of
50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Shadow.
Male Coatl
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
7.08 m
Wingspan
9.2 m
Weight
1088.74 kg
Genetics
Copper
Tapir
Tapir
Dust
Constellation
Constellation
Garnet
Okapi
Okapi
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Coatl
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
7
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
5
MND
6
Biography
BASICS:
_Age:
32
_Gender:
knives
_Orientation:
queer
_Affiliations:
the arena
_Theme:
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_STR 00 (+0) _DEX 00 (+0) _CON 00 (+0) _INT 00 (+0) _WIS 00 (+0) _CHA 00 (+0) 
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 _AURORA CORS shadowy sharpshooter
Trait | Trait | Trait__
"Insert a quote here or something."
__The crowd murmurs and fidget with excitement, cooling down as the Fae exits the arena, pumping his fist in the air and clutching his side, following closely behind the ophiotaurus he was clinging to the spine of only moments before. A medic or two is already quickly ushering him out, but dedicated fans can see his bouncing frills and thumbs-up in the face of the pain. But their attention shifts as the announcer jangles into the middle of the ring while crew members scurry about and organize the next set- which alone sends the crowd into a frenzy. Between the crackling mic and the suffocating cheers, the announcer can barely hold back es laughter as e struggles to be heard, but it's nothing new. And all in good fun! E cracks a smile as e tries to shout over the commotion, and, with the disappearance of the crew, proudly introduces the next act, clutching es hat to es head as e rushes out and shoots an optimistic wink to the outcoming performer. With the first clanging of a spur, the crowd goes silent. The hat drawn down to the dragon's brow leaves almost every facet of their face up to the imagination. But dedicated fans- and especially the rowdy congregation here- know perfectly well what lies below that brim. Dragons prop hatchlings up in their seats and whisper to look closely, while others lean forward and strain to get as close to the action as possible. The performer saunters further into the ring, before freezing. In an instant, they're on their haunches, swiftly drawing tell-tale blades from their waist, tossing them in the air, and just as swiftly catching them; in a shadowy grip. Their claws obscured by a tactile darkness that seems to whip like a flame yet flatten like a ribbon, the crowd is full of gasps and the occasional scream as they struggle to track the movement of the blades. The performer makes a sharp right, the snap of their head lifting their brim and revealing those deep, undeniable, ever-observant eyes, as the blades soar towards their target, cleanly striking the evil-faced burlap-bandit dummy and forcing its descent forwards as the weapons are retracted. And the crowd. Goes. Wild. There's screaming, roaring, clapping, the occasional bout of elemental spew, hats being swung in the air, wings flapping, hooting, hollering, spilled drinks, and dropped snacks. The performer holds back a smile as they pause before sharply turning again. A few posts of varying heights proudly display cans atop them, and a few fall silent in anticipation as those blades fly into the air again. Two cans get struck down, but the blades keep flying. Hit! Hit! Hit! Hit! The thunderous cheers carry on.
__Carefully cleaning their blades (and checking for damage, but there's never damage), Aurora can't help but smile as they reminisce about the night. The little Nocturne kid after the show that was so excited they almost forgot to ask for an autograph- precious, absolutely precious. A familiar knock at the door prompts them to turn with a "Come on in!" just before a familiar dragon pokes his head in. Insisting e doesn't want to waste their time (and has to check in on that wild Fae, can't believe he just shrugs off broken ribs), the announcer congratulates Aurora on the great night. The best so far, e'd reckon. The glint in the Coatl's eyes alone tells em how happy they are to hear that.
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•__ spent several years as an outlaw on the run, but now they are simply up to Good and Lawful fun at the arena •__Tough As Nails but it’s pretty obvious when they’re excited about something. Also they’re incredibly sappy with Paean and their daughter •__doesn’t talk much more than necessary, not one for idle chatter. They tend toward nonverbal means of communication and expressing themself |
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Aurora
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Always a fan favorite, this goat-eyed Coatl is a skilled sharpshooter; though, their tool of a choice is far more shadowy than fiery...
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