Ada
(#57979724)
Eu espero que voce entenda que o meu amor eh amor de quenga
Peru
Woodland Turkey
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Energy: 48/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Female Fae
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
0.82 m
Wingspan
1.12 m
Weight
3.07 kg
Genetics
Umber
Skink
Skink
Spruce
Blend
Blend
Cream
Underbelly
Underbelly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Fae
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
7
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
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spying is just another way of being well informed Alluring, elusive, exotic... Ada is seen as one of the most beautiful dragonesses on Porto, a title she'll often use in her favour for work. As a singer, she often performs in the famous Greatshell Hotel Casino but will often sing on the Gilly n' Gull Tavern as well, being a very playful and cheerful fae with no qualms about navigating between the several factions and subclans around town. Friendly, humble, and always eager to share a laugh or help others on their routines, she is a good mate to all dragons. She keeps a social politeness on her conversations and is never too touchy or too sentimental. She's seen as the type of person you could easily go to get unbiased opinions. She's a good listener and a down-to-earth dragoness. That makes Ada one of the most loved figures in town as she wins everybody's hearts easily and they confide in her their worries and praise, which she never shares with anybody. Except with Guildmaster Farris, who pays a very high price for her spying. He is the only one who knows she is the Navigator's Guild spy. Her job is keeping tabs on the other factions as a means of ensuring their complains never escalate and get out of hand. |
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There is close to nobody in town who even suspects Ada may be working for the Navigator Guild in secret. Most assume she moved in to further her singing career. The only one who may have suspicions is Jenny, who is the closest Ada has of a best friend. But is she suspects, she neither voices it, nor cares. Perhaps approaching the skydancer was a double-edged sword as Ada almost considers the gambler a friend. They spend their evenings chasing whoever is hosting a betting club at the moment, regardless where the betting club is. Ada is also notorious for attracting a lot of attention from the single male dragons around town. It appears she navigates through town almost as well as she navigates from partner to partner, never letting them get too close that feelings could get in the way of her secret work. She's always claiming that she won't settle down on Porto and will leave eventually, but always seemed to be eagerly waiting for something, someone to return. Nobody knew why, but Ada was secretly waiting to her old mate to come back, even after she stopped hoping. | I |
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notes Fullname Ada Tremaine 27 human years old Says she was a guardian before becoming a fae Being a former guardian is why she manages to be so expressive Her charge was her relationship, and failing to keep her mate by her side is why she changed breeds Failed to notice Atlas was her mate and that he too, had changed breeds. |
O que os olhos não veem o coração não sente Eu tenho um jeito de amar bem diferente O que você não vê é que as outras mentem Eu 'to dizendo a verdade na tua frente Veja bem, não é maldade É que tem tanto homem bonito na cidade E eu 'to na flor da idade Melhor se arrepender do que passar vontade Eu espero que você entenda Que o meu amor É amor de quenga Eu não quero que você se prenda No meu amor Amor de quenga |
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Jenny Lovewell The closest Ada has of a true friend in town, Jenny caught her attention by being a very, very rich lady and still holding herself on the rougher areas of town. A notorious gambler, Ada usually tags along her as Jenny always seems to know where in town there's going to be betting and gatherings to attend, perfect places for Ada to sing and make extra money. They often can be seen getting back to the Navigator Harbor, sandals on hand and passing a bottle between them. |
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Heimdallr Oksvalkr At some point during Ada's stay on Porto, poems started appearing for her in the local newspaper. A lot of speculation went about who was writing those until all agreed it could only be one person: Humbert, or as Ada later found out, Heimdallr, as he changed his name at some point. They quickly became a couple although one doesn't offer to the other more than physical contact. In fact, both Ada and Hamboy are often seen with other dragons but somehow remain very loyal to each other. It's a working relationship. Maybe more friendly than romantic, if anything. |
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Albert Atlas Alas, the real author of the poems in Ada's name on the newspaper... Is the meek and shy Navigator Manager, Albert Atlas. Ada finds him very handsome but his shyness gets on the fae's way more often than not and so she doesn't even suspects he is the one really writing her declarations of undying love every Sunday morning; much less that he was her old mate, changed into a different shape. Thankfully they will, indeed, eventually be together again. It takes her a while to learn he was him all along, but she doesn't waste time after learning. They are one of Porto's most stable couples. |
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 Ah, Romance, who loves to nod and sing, with drowsy head and folded wing. Among the green leaves as they shake far down within some shadowy lake. To me a painted paroquet hath been- a most familiar bird- Taught me my alphabet to say- to lisp my very earliest word. While in the wild wood I did lie, a child- with a most knowing eye.
– Edgar Allen Poe
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For Ada, forever  by the amazing Aqualia, thank you so much!
xxxxxxxIt was a breezy day when the egg’s shell splintered into a thousand different pieces, when two tiny talons pried it apart, when the blessed hatchling emerged from its cozy shelter. Deep, blood-red pools of eyes blinked. Delicate, minty wings fluttered. The entire island remained tranquil—as if every creature there was afraid to disturb such a pure soul. A flock of seagulls plodded carefully about the shore. The tide swept mutely. A crab scuttled into its burrow. Small shells clacked together like tiny, soothing chimes. An albatross soundlessly returned from its long flight. The wind whistled a sweet lullaby through the setting sky. xxxxxxxThe sky — it truly was a marvel. xxxxxxxSheltering her were hundreds upon thousands of clouds, each its own distinct shade of red — salmon, mahogany, carmine — and gazing down upon her was a brilliant, crimson sun, reflecting upon the sea with a beauty rivalled only by the most treasured pearls of the Spiral Keep… xxxxxxxYet despite her surroundings, a part of the guardian still felt empty. Her entire existence in this beautiful world seemed meaningless… because she had yet to find her charge. xxxxxxxShe would leave this secluded shelter, to the ports; and she would find her charge in a young dragon.
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xxxxxxxAda. The name — a palindrome — rung. Three letters — so consistently identical whether the word was read in its original form or its reversed one. xxxxxxxStability. Constancy. Dignity. No matter how the world turns on you, you will continue along your path. You will continue to search… And when you find your charge, you will continue to protect it. xxxxxxxShe hated it. xxxxxxxThe word constantly reminded her of that day — the day she had failed to protect him. The day his familiar figure failed to return to the port. The day his wings took him soaring across Sornieth, to a fate beyond her. The day his tender talons left hers… the day when she lost her true charge. He left her. xxxxxxxThose green eyes haunted her. Those beautiful, map-inscribed wings. The setting sun reflecting on a luscious, flaxen mane as he modified map upon map, wrote poem upon poem whilst sitting on the furthest tip of the pier… xxxxxxx– Ada. – The voice became increasingly impatient. The dragoness stirred. – They’re waiting for you. xxxxxxxShe could hear the deafening cheers as she took tentative steps down the hollow hallway. She could hear the raucous screams as she approached the slick stage. She could hear the excited shrieks as she emerged from the curtains. xxxxxxxAnd then a single word pierced through the cheers, the screams, the shrieks. It was as if a small hole had been punctured into a poorly constructed sack of water: the word slid through that gap, slithered across the audience, until its entirety began chanting her name: – ADA! ADA! ADA! ADA! ADA!!! xxxxxxxThe fae inhaled deeply, and began her song of a false career. Many had wondered how she managed to sing ballads with such a trembling sincerity, operas with such wonderful grace. A versatility of style had never before been seen at the port. She was heralded as a prodigy, a blessing, an angel. xxxxxxxIn truth, though, she was just an average guardian, or even worse: one that failed. She had justified her charge as singing, yet she was never meant to sing. She had consoled herself of this false charge. She depicted herself as socially polite, yet her inner turmoil threatened to tear her apart. She appeared to be an innocent soul yet in the deepest depths of her heart, she was a spy. A coward with no limit to immorality. xxxxxxxEven now, as she sings, her masked eyes still wander the crowd. Searching. Scheming. Remembering…
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xxxxxxxHe always loved her songs, no matter how horrid the lyrics were. Frankly, it was odd. He was a poet, writing verses so polished they seemed to stem from the oldest tomes of the Sunbeam Ruins, yet those green eyes always regarded her antics with the purest sincerity. The most untarnished love. xxxxxxxOn the same port she had befriended him, he left her… xxxxxxxIt was a map, he had reasoned. He needed to spectate on which routes were the safest, and to do that, he would have to experience them himself. He had promised that he would come back safe… and being the utter fool she was at the time, she had agreed. xxxxxxxEvery day after that trip, the small pier remained empty. There were no green eyes kindly regarding her. There were no attentive ears listening to her songs. There were no shy talons gently clasping hers, no wild flaxen mane billowing in the dwindling gusts of evening wind. xxxxxxxSo she stopped waiting for his return. She pretended to forget him… And became successful in everything but her own happiness and truth to heart.
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xxxxxxxThe memory mercifully faded yet again: the song was nearing its end. The crowd’s cheers had escalated into an impressive fortissimo. xxxxxxx– ADA! ADA! ADA! ADA!!! xxxxxxxThe singer took a gracious bow and withdrew, sobbing. xxxxxxxAs much as she tried, nothing could suppress her guilt. xxxxxxxNot Heimdallr's or Jenny's friendship. Not the handsome sum she was making in bets and certainly not the false condolences — the excuses — she justified them with. xxxxxxxAn absence does not correlate with a death, and failure does not correlate with ignorance. xxxxxxxHe had always been a shy thing, after all — upon seeing Heimdallr approach her, he very likely could have let them be, hoping with that generous soul of his for their relationship to bring them joy yet the notion seemed odd. The fae was known to be clever, leaving inklings of his opinions through methods other than talking. His views shone beautifully within his poetry, for one… xxxxxxxAnd with a snap, she knew. She scurried through her dressing room, and determined talons clasped a copy of the Daily Mail newspaper that lay upon the cabinet. Crimson eyes scanned the poem tucked dearly at its back page and the dragoness, Ada, turned with a quick sweep of her spruce-tinted wings towards the world outside, seeking the dragon that had so wonderfully transformed her life. xxxxxxxAda, the great. Ada, the noble. Ada, the persistent: xxxxxxxStability. Constancy. Dignity. No matter how the world turns on you, you will continue along your path. You will continue to search… And when you find your charge, you will continue to protect it. xxxxxxxShe knew it had been Atlas writing the poems before he admitted it in his dazed state. Green eyes widened. Like her. Even in hiding, lost somewhere in Sornieth, they were one and only. Once composed talons dropped the quill they were clasping. Crimson eyes brimmed with tears. He was alive. He was somewhere in Sornieth, diligently working his work and eagerly waiting to return. Delicate talons clenched with guilt but most importantly, two broken hearts mended themselves over and pounded with renewed passion. Never again were they going to abandon each other. xxxxxxxThey were one — for eternity.  
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"The spruce is loose! Saw Ada in dragon share, I would die for her" - By Subdued
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