Saoro
(#58635406)
Level 1 Fae
Familiar
Driftwood Gem Guardian
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Male Fae
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
0.68 m
Wingspan
1.55 m
Weight
0.94 kg
Genetics
Seafoam
Cherub
Cherub
Seafoam
Facet
Facet
Seafoam
Gembond
Gembond
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Fae
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
6
INT
8
VIT
5
MND
8
Biography
Saoro Fuzi
Under the guise of a cheerful traveling merchant supposedly from the Leviathan Trench, he'd taken a minor role in the small village-like lair called the Chanarias. He'd trade familiar items for things unfamiliar, and collected stories as much as he'd tell them.
However, his true intention was to bring a world of plague in a twisted loyalty to The Plaguebringer. He did not think of balance nor harmonious existences, only a single worldwide family dedicated to rot and bones.
He had heard of deities similar to Her, but he denied Their relation. There is no one superior to The Plaguebringer. She did not have sisters nor brothers; nor family nor friends.
He was wrong, clearly, but did it matter to him?
A fae cast away from his nest for being far too kind, and used for his stalwart loyalty.
The Plaguebringer would never hurt him. She never did. He would serve Her to the end.
No, he did not know that what he was doing was wrong - it was far too late, the dragon stuck in an abyss far too deep.
... then, one day, in the shadows of evening light, he stumbled upon an enchanted mirror. There in the glass reflection, someone else found him and healed his worn heart. Mended his eyes so he could see the error in his ways.
Oh, but that was only a lie; an act of deception. In truth, they brought him further into the darkness - they taught him that only he could save the World, that the Shade was drawing nearer than ever, and that he'd have to gather up the Light and exterminate the rest. For a brighter future, they said. For the sake of Light, they said, despite the darkness that wreathed their eyes and limbs.
Perhaps it was an act of mercy. He found this little bubble of young dreams and wondered if the Light had gathered before him.
Then the one from the Shadows took a wrong step. He recoiled from them, and swore to never speak to them again.
But the Shade drew nearer with every sunset. He had to do something.
So he started the Spell, the Wings of Purity (ironic in name and ironic in innocence), casting the unaware lair of the patchwork family into a sleepy dimension, never again to awaken to see the Shade that would come.
Under the guise of a cheerful traveling merchant supposedly from the Leviathan Trench, he'd taken a minor role in the small village-like lair called the Chanarias. He'd trade familiar items for things unfamiliar, and collected stories as much as he'd tell them.
However, his true intention was to bring a world of plague in a twisted loyalty to The Plaguebringer. He did not think of balance nor harmonious existences, only a single worldwide family dedicated to rot and bones.
He had heard of deities similar to Her, but he denied Their relation. There is no one superior to The Plaguebringer. She did not have sisters nor brothers; nor family nor friends.
He was wrong, clearly, but did it matter to him?
A fae cast away from his nest for being far too kind, and used for his stalwart loyalty.
The Plaguebringer would never hurt him. She never did. He would serve Her to the end.
No, he did not know that what he was doing was wrong - it was far too late, the dragon stuck in an abyss far too deep.
... then, one day, in the shadows of evening light, he stumbled upon an enchanted mirror. There in the glass reflection, someone else found him and healed his worn heart. Mended his eyes so he could see the error in his ways.
Oh, but that was only a lie; an act of deception. In truth, they brought him further into the darkness - they taught him that only he could save the World, that the Shade was drawing nearer than ever, and that he'd have to gather up the Light and exterminate the rest. For a brighter future, they said. For the sake of Light, they said, despite the darkness that wreathed their eyes and limbs.
Perhaps it was an act of mercy. He found this little bubble of young dreams and wondered if the Light had gathered before him.
Then the one from the Shadows took a wrong step. He recoiled from them, and swore to never speak to them again.
But the Shade drew nearer with every sunset. He had to do something.
So he started the Spell, the Wings of Purity (ironic in name and ironic in innocence), casting the unaware lair of the patchwork family into a sleepy dimension, never again to awaken to see the Shade that would come.
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