Hyperion
(#57709370)
Level 1 Imperial
Familiar
Lux Spectre
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Male Imperial
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
26.6 m
Wingspan
22.93 m
Weight
6305.95 kg
Genetics
Lemon
Crystal
Crystal
Buttercup
Facet
Facet
Lemon
Peacock
Peacock
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
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Hyperion Hold still. If you'd stop being so reckless, I wouldn't have to do this. Title: Head Healer Pronouns: He/Him/His, They/Them/Theirs Likes: having no work, cleanliness, research Dislikes: unruly patients, strong smelling foods, unnecessary disurbances |
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Joining the Band of Renegades (Part 5)
Cirrus leads you towards a rather spacious looking den. The inside appears to be littered with various bandages and bottles, many of which are missing labels. Whoever occupies this den is either very messy, or very busy. Given the state of what you’ve seen so far, you suspect the latter.
“We’ll be meeting with our Head Healer, Hyperion. Unless you decide to work for him, hopefully you won’t be seeing this den very much.” Cirrus enters the den, and motions for you to follow. As you enter, you see a golden imperial looming over a makeshift medical table. He seems to not notice your entrance, completely focused on the dragon laid out on the table. Cirrus sighs, she does that a lot, and makes her way over, taking care not to make sudden movements in his blind spots. “Another casualty, I see?” she asks. “Yes, and not one from your division this time. Its incredible, really. I thought your apprentices couldn’t go a day without ending up in here,” he snaps. You flinch in response. “My apologies, I really do try to keep them out of trouble.” “I’ll believe it when I see it. So spit it out, what business do you have with me, if not an injury?” Cirrus smiles and beckons you closer. “This is our latest recruit. I’m taking them on a tour of the divisions to find one which they would be suited for.” He looks you up and down with a seemingly disapproving eye. You gulp, and shrink down under his scrutinizing gaze. “Hm, a little on the malnourished side. Then again, what did I expect? Before this one does any work, they need to get back to a healthy weight and color.” He gestures to a mirror, and you look at yourself in shock. The colors of your scales have faded, and your body is unnaturally thin. It’s clear you haven’t had much in the way of food lately, or at least anything that was edible. “My healers are always in need of assistants, to fetch more supplies and frankly to keep this place organized. As I’m sure you can see, when it gets busy in here, sometimes things get a little… messy. And a messy healer’s den is never a hygienic healer’s den.” You nod, understanding. Based on what you’d seen, you wouldn’t want to be healed in here either. “I assume you have more to see, so get back to it would you? I’ve got patients to treat here.” “Of course, we’ll let you get back to your business,” the nocturne guides you towards the door as you wave your goodbyes. “Now then, who’s next?” Next Part --> |
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