Falstaff
(#58027533)
The light runs through my veins...
Baskara
Serthis Support
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Male Imperial
This dragon is benefiting from the effects of eternal youth.
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Hatchling dragons cannot wear apparel.
Scene
Measurements
Length
2.55 m
Wingspan
1.76 m
Weight
86.73 kg
Genetics
Platinum
Starmap
Starmap
Platinum
Constellation
Constellation
Maize
Veined
Veined
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
Falstaff
Shining eyes watch the world,
Curious he wonders why,
The world spins and dragons fly.
Silver scales sparkle bright,
In the dappled morning light,
Elegantly he moves.
Young and graceful,
Slim and lithe,
With wings that flutter like butterflies.
Veins of lustrous gold,
Engraved on star specked silver,
Yet he knows not his own purity.
A gentle smile,
Across his face,
You can't help smiling back.
Oh little imp,
Of light and joy,
I wish you luck.
On this bright day,
The sun has risen,
For you and you alone my dear.
Falstaff is a smart, curious little dragon who can often be found in a library or nestled under a lamp with a book. His childish nature is clear to all who meet him, displayed in the way he smiles and laughs so innocently and the way he speaks, in sweet and gentle tones. The little imp would never hurt a fly, and is thoughtful and considerate of all around him. He has a strangely innocent oblivion to any bad things going on in the world. Some find his naivety annoying, but most adore him for his kind, positive personality.
His parents disappeared soon after he hatched. No one knew where they had gone, but he was taken in by a clan and looked after by a coatl called Tigerlily who had been gifted with eternal youth by the Gladekeeper. Falstaff became close to Tigerlily and the other hatchlings she protected, but soon after being taken in by them, Kassandra of the Temple made the long journey to bring him to the nursery. He still visits Tigerlily and the hatchlings sometimes, often with his friend Rue in tow, and continues to look up to the wise permababy.
Rue and Falstaff have a very close bond, and could even be considered soulmates. Though he loves the others as well, Falstaff adores the innocent snapper, and the feeling is mutual. On cold evenings, the two can often be found snuggled up in a makeshift pillow fort poring over one of Rue's picture books.
Sunlight bathed the stone platform as Falstaff made his way to the centre. Cracks edged their way across the once pure white marble, giving the ruins an ancient look but never reaching the centre. Golden pillars reached up to the sun and surrounded the little imperial that settled on the heart of the ruins. A bright sun had been engraved into the stone in gold, and glowed with the reflected light of day. Mosaics spiralled out from the golden sun's branches, depicting the Lightweaver and her imperials aligned with the rays of the rising sun. Falstaff watched with sparks of curiosity in his large eyes as the marble tapestries began to spin and dance before him, gazing out at him with love and adoration. Then, he saw them. There was no way of knowing, or at least not one known to dragonkind. But somehow Falstaff knew it was his parents. They grew and surfaced from the stone, forming two glorious golden imperials lit up by the radiant sun. And they smiled at him. His mother, his father, who he had never really known. Who he had been separated from. Who he had lost, but had found. The imperial reached out in wonder, his golden veins glowing with love and joy... And he was sucked away into darkness.
He woke to the dawn, and to Rue and Crystaluna and Flarelet yawning as the day began. His parents were gone again, but he did not cry. Instead, Falstaff smiled. There was always the chance that he would see them again, that the Lightweaver would bless him again with a vision in his dreams of the two dragons he had always wished he could see. And even if she didn't, even if he never saw them again... He had seen them once. And he could hold onto that memory.
Rue stretched and tottered over to him with a playful smile. And as Falstaff made his way out to play, he added another reason to his list of happiness and good things. His friends, his clanmates, would always be there for him. They were his family now.
~~~
Whispers came from all directions, each subtle hiss like a burst of white noise that filled Falstaff with undeniable confusion. More than once he could have sworn he heard his name spoken in the muttered tones the other dragons used as they crossed through the sunny temple gardens. It echoed from the stone walls of the sanctuary, in ancient, unrecognizable voices.
He is the child...
Falstaff was frightened, yet filled with intrepidation and curiosity. He would climb the spiral to the tallest spire of the temple, and from there he would sit, watching the sun with warm, golden eyes.
It was as he watched the glowing sky that she came. A pure being, glittering with the light of a thousand suns, her scales dancing as sparkles swept across her wings. The young imperial knew at once that this was his deity, the glorious Lightweaver. Her radiance echoed through the sky, a boom of light that encased everything the eye could reach. It was too strong, too bright, unbearably pure...
And as it faded, Falstaff was falling into darkness. He knew that when he woke, she would be gone. His creator, his mistress, his deity... His mother. Falstaff's breath caught in his throat as he gazed into the eyes of the Lightweaver. Pools of shining light, which reached out to him, which swallowed him whole, and as he fell deeper, he did not resist. For though Falstaff was falling, he was enveloped in a warmth that was indescribable, that promised to love him and care for him in the eternal light...
It was dark when he awoke, just as he knew it would be. His scales were burning with a horrible rippling heat that was so very unlike the warmth he had felt when -
"Mamma..." He chirped despite the soreness of his throat. Greentea, the clan's medic, was stood beside him, and at his words she looked down with a heart-breaking look of pity on her pale face.
"Its ok. You just have a little fever, that's all. Shhh, rest little one."
So Falstaff did, and as he slipped back into empty dreams, he remembered the warmth of a mother's gaze. And he smiled.
Baskara
Baskara is a loyal familiar to Falstaff, and remains by his side wherever he goes. A strong, slightly hotheaded statue brought to life by stray magic and was tasked with protecting and guiding Falstaff on his journey of life.
Baskara was brought to life in a temple dedicated to the light and the Lightweaver. She resided there along with Falstaff's parents, two imperial statues who guarded the entrance to the temple. When they became living dragons, they had an egg; Falstaff. Baskara loved watching him play, and so did his parents. But the Lightweaver was not happy with what had happened, and ordered the imperials back to their posts at the temple. The serthis, as Baskara was called by the dragons who knew not her name, was to return with them. She knew that by doing so, she would be abandoning Falstaff, and that she could not do. So she remained with him, becoming his familiar. Before his parents left, they used the last scraps of the stray magic that brought them to life to make him immortal and eternally youthful, so that when or if they ever found him and Baskara again, Falstaff would still be there, as young and innocent as ever. All Baskara has ever told Falstaff about this is that he is descended from great dragons who blessed him with his youth, and who will, one day, return for him.
Mother and Father,
Sculpted of light and stone.
Visited through dreams,
From a second home.
Prophecy of grief,
A dream of parting.
A destiny far away,
From unconditional love.
A brief stay,
A fantastic find.
A place to stay,
Peaceful mind.
~ By Valtrue
Baskara was brought to life in a temple dedicated to the light and the Lightweaver. She resided there along with Falstaff's parents, two imperial statues who guarded the entrance to the temple. When they became living dragons, they had an egg; Falstaff. Baskara loved watching him play, and so did his parents. But the Lightweaver was not happy with what had happened, and ordered the imperials back to their posts at the temple. The serthis, as Baskara was called by the dragons who knew not her name, was to return with them. She knew that by doing so, she would be abandoning Falstaff, and that she could not do. So she remained with him, becoming his familiar. Before his parents left, they used the last scraps of the stray magic that brought them to life to make him immortal and eternally youthful, so that when or if they ever found him and Baskara again, Falstaff would still be there, as young and innocent as ever. All Baskara has ever told Falstaff about this is that he is descended from great dragons who blessed him with his youth, and who will, one day, return for him.
Life After Stone
Baskara remembered opening her eyes for the first time once her stone skin was given life. Her movements were rough, jerky, and though she knew instinctively what she was, it still felt foreign to her to be alive.
She had hissed like a grating stone at movement in the corner of her eyes, only to settle at the sight of two monstrous and beautiful Imperial dragons. She knew who-what-they were. Like herself, they were now living, breathing stone, brought to life from their state of motionlessness.
The two stone Imperials were symbols, representatives of protection upon the Light Temple they served and guarded. Baskara was their shared Familiar, the one meant to serve them, help them, and aid them in their symbolic tasks. With life given to the stone of their bodies, so too was life given to their purposes of existing.
For a short time, Baskara left her Temple home to learn the proper ways of being a Familiar, When returning, she learned that while gone, the stone Imperials had nested together, a single egg being cared for between the two. Baskara made sure to aid in the care of the egg as the parents continued their living purposes of looking after the Light Temple and all those who entered its sanctuary.
When Falstaff hatched, the residents of the Light Temple were overjoyed, though it was not to last long. An egg was one thing to care for, but a hatchling? Not to mention one born from a pair of living stone dragons? They had no clue how to raise him. They were not natural dragons, after all, their magic-given life was not imbued with the natural knowledges and instinct of a normal dragon born from an egg. Baskara, at least, already had the purpose of caring for her stone Imperials.
So it was decided, for the sake of Falstaff, that Baskara would care for him. She would do more than that, of course. Her purpose was set anew. She was now the Familiar to the hatchling of the stone Imperials. His new guardian, new caretaker.
But she could not care for the young Imperial at the Temple. It was far too danger out, as they had learned from a few too many times of his egg being threatened. A Temple was no place to be raised, not when the inhabitants were meant to protect the place, and he was not large enough, old enough, knowledged enough to do so. He may have been made of living stone like his parents, but Falstaff was not given life fully formed. He was not born with a purpose, was not born knowing who or what he was.
Baskara would teach him all she could, but he needed to be raised among other dragons. Among other hatchlings. And his parents could not leave their stations. It was not their nature to leave.
So Baskara left with their son. She promised to one day return, if it ever became a possibility for young Falstaff. He would always know he was loved by them, of course. But for him to meet them again, for Baskara to see those she was one familiar to? Well, that remains to be seen.
For now, she was content to look after her charge. For now, falstaff would not have a worry in the world for as long as she could help it.
~ Written by SilverWhiteRaven
Baskara remembered opening her eyes for the first time once her stone skin was given life. Her movements were rough, jerky, and though she knew instinctively what she was, it still felt foreign to her to be alive.
She had hissed like a grating stone at movement in the corner of her eyes, only to settle at the sight of two monstrous and beautiful Imperial dragons. She knew who-what-they were. Like herself, they were now living, breathing stone, brought to life from their state of motionlessness.
The two stone Imperials were symbols, representatives of protection upon the Light Temple they served and guarded. Baskara was their shared Familiar, the one meant to serve them, help them, and aid them in their symbolic tasks. With life given to the stone of their bodies, so too was life given to their purposes of existing.
For a short time, Baskara left her Temple home to learn the proper ways of being a Familiar, When returning, she learned that while gone, the stone Imperials had nested together, a single egg being cared for between the two. Baskara made sure to aid in the care of the egg as the parents continued their living purposes of looking after the Light Temple and all those who entered its sanctuary.
When Falstaff hatched, the residents of the Light Temple were overjoyed, though it was not to last long. An egg was one thing to care for, but a hatchling? Not to mention one born from a pair of living stone dragons? They had no clue how to raise him. They were not natural dragons, after all, their magic-given life was not imbued with the natural knowledges and instinct of a normal dragon born from an egg. Baskara, at least, already had the purpose of caring for her stone Imperials.
So it was decided, for the sake of Falstaff, that Baskara would care for him. She would do more than that, of course. Her purpose was set anew. She was now the Familiar to the hatchling of the stone Imperials. His new guardian, new caretaker.
But she could not care for the young Imperial at the Temple. It was far too danger out, as they had learned from a few too many times of his egg being threatened. A Temple was no place to be raised, not when the inhabitants were meant to protect the place, and he was not large enough, old enough, knowledged enough to do so. He may have been made of living stone like his parents, but Falstaff was not given life fully formed. He was not born with a purpose, was not born knowing who or what he was.
Baskara would teach him all she could, but he needed to be raised among other dragons. Among other hatchlings. And his parents could not leave their stations. It was not their nature to leave.
So Baskara left with their son. She promised to one day return, if it ever became a possibility for young Falstaff. He would always know he was loved by them, of course. But for him to meet them again, for Baskara to see those she was one familiar to? Well, that remains to be seen.
For now, she was content to look after her charge. For now, falstaff would not have a worry in the world for as long as she could help it.
~ Written by SilverWhiteRaven
Mother and Father,
Sculpted of light and stone.
Visited through dreams,
From a second home.
Prophecy of grief,
A dream of parting.
A destiny far away,
From unconditional love.
A brief stay,
A fantastic find.
A place to stay,
Peaceful mind.
~ By Valtrue
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Comments!
Thank you all so much for these lovely compliments! They make me so happy <3
@Fluteloops0329 wrote:
Falstaff looks absolutely adorable and I love how veined matches his eyes! It looks like liquid gold and that's awesome :) The poem you wrote is beautiful and I also really enjoyed reading his lore, which masterfully presents him as a happy child surrounded by friends, longing for his parents, but still finding joy in who and what he has. Ahh he's just cute beyond words <3
@Snipe wrote:
Can I just say, I love Falstaff so much? That veined is stunning!
@Kallum wrote:
I saw falstaff in a thread and I had to come and say his colors are amazing!!
@MiniPandaBuns wrote:
*slams into thread* HELLO can I just say I absolutely ADORE Falstaff?? He is incredibly amazing and I love him!! He is so gentle looking and absolutely beautiful with those eyes!
@xiq wrote:
falstaff is amazing and i want to steal him
@TheOhareLair wrote:
They strike me as a kind, pure soul. To be honest, I kinda get living statue vibes from 'em?
@GalacticBeast wrote:
Falstaff is so cute! His bio might have made me tear up a bit, such a little sweetheart. I'm wayy too tempted to draw him sometime
@blueartin wrote:
They're so adorable and innocent looking <3 I want to make us some hot chocolate and bring tons of blankets uwu
@Theron wrote:
Falstaff looks like a perfect little statue boy with great lore!
@Tuatara wrote:
What a stunner, those eyes!
@Bittybatty wrote:
Falstaff is TOO CUTE
@BruseRuby wrote:
Falstaff to start off with is amazing. Like look at that glimmer purple. Then those nice lines of yellow that do not take away from the base color, but support the dragons eyes. Those eyes really pull it together I mean look it how gold they are. So you have a very nice purple dragon that then has yellow to complement the eyes and body.
That is amazing
That is amazing
@lapras131 wrote:
Why is he the cutest thing? I love him
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