Anarchy
(#59052346)
Level 1 TR8R
Familiar
Chocolate Noggle
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Fire.
Female Imperial
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
27.22 m
Wingspan
19.05 m
Weight
7535.43 kg
Genetics
Chocolate
Savannah
Savannah
Blood
Safari
Safari
Fire
Crackle
Crackle
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
Killian's story is well known around the Ashfall Wastes: Ex-Warrior turns Bard after surviving Beastclan captivity. What isn't known- whether because Killian will never speak of it or because his memories are shattered- is what the Beastclans did to him. It was not mere torture for the sake of gaining information, but a chance for their mages to experiment on a dragon. After the Aquatic Beastclans realized his resolve was too strong to be broken for information, he was sent to a society of dark mages to do with what they please. They altered his powers, injected him with unknown substances, took samples of his blood, scales, and hair, and tormented his mind with their connections to the Shade. This is all Killian knew.
What no one realized is what resulted from their experiments. They were attempting to build an army of Dragonoid drones by infusing Dragon DNA with Shade essence. The drones were called "Shade Clones". The clone made from Killian's DNA was the first success- the first one to be able to keep its form together when released from stasis. She was a blank slate- or so it seemed.
Her early training as a weapon went well, until her first battle outside the training ward. She was fighting beasts that looked like her, and had powerful fire magic like hers, and suddenly- "memories" came flooding in. The memories didn't feel like her own, but more like snapshots of a dream that had been forgotten- Claws, Teeth, and red hot flame; A face, like her own but older and battle worn, staring back through the water; a faint smell of blood, and the pride of victory; and then, Whips, Chains, Helplessness, and terror that welled up in her gut- at the hands of the very beasts that raised her to fight for them.
In that haze, she did the unthinkable. She broke formation, and crossed the battlefield's hail of magic blasts to get to the mysterious beasts on the other side. But as soon as her eyes met theirs, she froze. How could she explain herself to them in the heat of battle? They would only kill her! But her superiors could do so much worse. Without thinking, she ran from the battlefield and hid- curled up in the shade of the dense seaside jungle with her paws clasped over her head- until the din of the fight and the noise in her mind died down.
The mysterious beasts had won. The Shade Clone watched as they strutted through the jungle with the spoils of their victory, and began to follow from a distance. Soon, the warriors arrived at their clan, which was nestled in a landscape she never could have imagined! the sand was black and the water was hot, red, and gooey. She recoiled the first time she touched it, but it didn't burn her. Though strange, it felt like home. She decided to camp out a few days before approaching the warriors' clan. The first day, she noticed a smear of blood where she had been sleeping. Probably a wound from the battle. She felt lightheaded, but with all that had happened the day before, she figured that was to be expected. She looked over her wounds- which seemed pretty minor- and wrapped them with bandages. The next day was more unsettling. She had bled through the bandages, and now there were what looked like chunks of black sludge mixed with the drying blood. She jumped away from this sight, but then realized she was incredibly dizzy and weak- so much so that she fainted from surprise. The next day, she lacked the strength to stand. Her wings and tail felt like dead weight, and with every movement, it felt like her body would tear itself apart. "Am I Dying?" She thought. Tears welled up. What had she done? Would she never get to meet the warriors? Was she a coward for waiting? She would never get to know now.
Suddenly, a voice pierced the haze of her mind.
"Holy Flamecaller! Who the Shade are you!?"
She flinched awake to blearily see a worried face. It looked just like the one from her memory. She tried to reply.
"i...I...need help...". Her voice was barely a whisper.
"Clearly!" She flinched again. This Beast's voice was powerful and urgent, but had an undertone of sincere compassion. He softened his voice. "I'm sorry, dear. I didn't mean to scare you. It's just uh... This is weird. This is really really weird. And you seriously need a medic. Can you walk at all?"
She shook her head. "I tried to... but... my legs and wings... they stopped working".
"Curse it. This is bad. Ok. I have a cart of supplies from my journey. Do all you can, and I can help you get in it. I'm taking you to my clan. We have medicine I hope can help you."
They struggled together until the was on top of the cart. The effort was so much that she blacked out again.
When she awoke, the feeling of falling apart at the seams was greater than ever before, but somehow, she felt more stable. A sleek one of the beasts with shimmering iridescent scales was knelt beside her with her claws full of dried leaves. This beast spoke in a soft, soothing voice.
"Thank the Flamecaller you're alive! You gave us quite a scare! Here, drink this." She crushed the dried leaves and scattered them into a stone cup full of steaming liquid, and offered it to her.
"Thank... you" she croaked in reply. "Are... you a medic?"
"Yes. I'm Syra, the Forge's lead medic."
"Then... What is wrong with me!?" She cried out, hurting her throat in the process.
The medic replied. "We're still trying to figure that out. You had deep wounds that, at first glance, looked horribly infected. But as we tried to treat them with our cleansing magic, they only got worse. Then, we realized you had signs of shade possession, but... It seems like your body needs the shade to survive, otherwise... this is really gross... It starts to fall apart. We really have no idea why, but now we know for sure that treating you with Dragon magic won't work. That's why I'm in charge of your case. I have extensive training in old- magic free- healing. I'm working on keeping you stable, and my mate, Killian, is acting as an ambassador to our allies in the Shadow Flight to learn more about the Shade".
Her head was spinning from this information. Shade? Dragons? Flights? what are those? She wanted desperately to ask Syra about everything, but all she could get out was "What's a dragon?".
Syra looked at her strangely, as if her question was weirder than the situation she was in. "That's a strange thing to ask considering you are a dragon."
"But... I'm a beast. Aren't you beasts too?"
"No. I'm a dragon. My mate who brought you here is a dragon. You're an Imperial Dragon... And for some reason you look just like him."
She was a WHAT? Everything she thought she knew was wrong.
Syra spoke again. "Where exactly... Did you come from?"
The Dragon began to explain. As soon as she said "Aquatic Beastclan" Syra stopped her, and her expression shifted to one of everything falling into place. When Killian returned with the Shade experts from Shadow flight, Syra insistently questioned him about his time in captivity, and though it was hard, he explained as much as he could. At the mention of taking his blood and scales, and distinct memories of the shade, The Shadow Mage explained what they had probably done. The dragon before them was an entity of Shade bound to an artificial dragonoid form. in the presence of strong anti-shade magic, that form is at risk of falling apart. She had some of Killian's memories because her form was directly crafted from his and the shade that became her mind was the stuff that had directly interacted with his. She insisted that she wasn't evil and never wanted to hurt anyone, but just wanted to know who and what she is.
Soon, Forge came together to protect something that should have been their enemy: An entity of shade created by the beastclans. An Innocent product of tragedy. Mages and Metallurgists alike worked together to form a set of metallic charms that would safely harbor shade essence to shield the clone from Dragon magic. Her form would never truly be complete again, and she still has deep scars and holes in her wingtips. Her strength would never return to what it had been either, so for mobility, she was crafted a set of assisting braces that would allow her to move freely. She can even fly with them. Killian and Syra have taken her in as a daughter, and she has chosen the name "Anarchy" for herself in remembrance of the act of brave and stupid defiance that, while risking her life, freed her from being a nameless slave.
What no one realized is what resulted from their experiments. They were attempting to build an army of Dragonoid drones by infusing Dragon DNA with Shade essence. The drones were called "Shade Clones". The clone made from Killian's DNA was the first success- the first one to be able to keep its form together when released from stasis. She was a blank slate- or so it seemed.
Her early training as a weapon went well, until her first battle outside the training ward. She was fighting beasts that looked like her, and had powerful fire magic like hers, and suddenly- "memories" came flooding in. The memories didn't feel like her own, but more like snapshots of a dream that had been forgotten- Claws, Teeth, and red hot flame; A face, like her own but older and battle worn, staring back through the water; a faint smell of blood, and the pride of victory; and then, Whips, Chains, Helplessness, and terror that welled up in her gut- at the hands of the very beasts that raised her to fight for them.
In that haze, she did the unthinkable. She broke formation, and crossed the battlefield's hail of magic blasts to get to the mysterious beasts on the other side. But as soon as her eyes met theirs, she froze. How could she explain herself to them in the heat of battle? They would only kill her! But her superiors could do so much worse. Without thinking, she ran from the battlefield and hid- curled up in the shade of the dense seaside jungle with her paws clasped over her head- until the din of the fight and the noise in her mind died down.
The mysterious beasts had won. The Shade Clone watched as they strutted through the jungle with the spoils of their victory, and began to follow from a distance. Soon, the warriors arrived at their clan, which was nestled in a landscape she never could have imagined! the sand was black and the water was hot, red, and gooey. She recoiled the first time she touched it, but it didn't burn her. Though strange, it felt like home. She decided to camp out a few days before approaching the warriors' clan. The first day, she noticed a smear of blood where she had been sleeping. Probably a wound from the battle. She felt lightheaded, but with all that had happened the day before, she figured that was to be expected. She looked over her wounds- which seemed pretty minor- and wrapped them with bandages. The next day was more unsettling. She had bled through the bandages, and now there were what looked like chunks of black sludge mixed with the drying blood. She jumped away from this sight, but then realized she was incredibly dizzy and weak- so much so that she fainted from surprise. The next day, she lacked the strength to stand. Her wings and tail felt like dead weight, and with every movement, it felt like her body would tear itself apart. "Am I Dying?" She thought. Tears welled up. What had she done? Would she never get to meet the warriors? Was she a coward for waiting? She would never get to know now.
Suddenly, a voice pierced the haze of her mind.
"Holy Flamecaller! Who the Shade are you!?"
She flinched awake to blearily see a worried face. It looked just like the one from her memory. She tried to reply.
"i...I...need help...". Her voice was barely a whisper.
"Clearly!" She flinched again. This Beast's voice was powerful and urgent, but had an undertone of sincere compassion. He softened his voice. "I'm sorry, dear. I didn't mean to scare you. It's just uh... This is weird. This is really really weird. And you seriously need a medic. Can you walk at all?"
She shook her head. "I tried to... but... my legs and wings... they stopped working".
"Curse it. This is bad. Ok. I have a cart of supplies from my journey. Do all you can, and I can help you get in it. I'm taking you to my clan. We have medicine I hope can help you."
They struggled together until the was on top of the cart. The effort was so much that she blacked out again.
When she awoke, the feeling of falling apart at the seams was greater than ever before, but somehow, she felt more stable. A sleek one of the beasts with shimmering iridescent scales was knelt beside her with her claws full of dried leaves. This beast spoke in a soft, soothing voice.
"Thank the Flamecaller you're alive! You gave us quite a scare! Here, drink this." She crushed the dried leaves and scattered them into a stone cup full of steaming liquid, and offered it to her.
"Thank... you" she croaked in reply. "Are... you a medic?"
"Yes. I'm Syra, the Forge's lead medic."
"Then... What is wrong with me!?" She cried out, hurting her throat in the process.
The medic replied. "We're still trying to figure that out. You had deep wounds that, at first glance, looked horribly infected. But as we tried to treat them with our cleansing magic, they only got worse. Then, we realized you had signs of shade possession, but... It seems like your body needs the shade to survive, otherwise... this is really gross... It starts to fall apart. We really have no idea why, but now we know for sure that treating you with Dragon magic won't work. That's why I'm in charge of your case. I have extensive training in old- magic free- healing. I'm working on keeping you stable, and my mate, Killian, is acting as an ambassador to our allies in the Shadow Flight to learn more about the Shade".
Her head was spinning from this information. Shade? Dragons? Flights? what are those? She wanted desperately to ask Syra about everything, but all she could get out was "What's a dragon?".
Syra looked at her strangely, as if her question was weirder than the situation she was in. "That's a strange thing to ask considering you are a dragon."
"But... I'm a beast. Aren't you beasts too?"
"No. I'm a dragon. My mate who brought you here is a dragon. You're an Imperial Dragon... And for some reason you look just like him."
She was a WHAT? Everything she thought she knew was wrong.
Syra spoke again. "Where exactly... Did you come from?"
The Dragon began to explain. As soon as she said "Aquatic Beastclan" Syra stopped her, and her expression shifted to one of everything falling into place. When Killian returned with the Shade experts from Shadow flight, Syra insistently questioned him about his time in captivity, and though it was hard, he explained as much as he could. At the mention of taking his blood and scales, and distinct memories of the shade, The Shadow Mage explained what they had probably done. The dragon before them was an entity of Shade bound to an artificial dragonoid form. in the presence of strong anti-shade magic, that form is at risk of falling apart. She had some of Killian's memories because her form was directly crafted from his and the shade that became her mind was the stuff that had directly interacted with his. She insisted that she wasn't evil and never wanted to hurt anyone, but just wanted to know who and what she is.
Soon, Forge came together to protect something that should have been their enemy: An entity of shade created by the beastclans. An Innocent product of tragedy. Mages and Metallurgists alike worked together to form a set of metallic charms that would safely harbor shade essence to shield the clone from Dragon magic. Her form would never truly be complete again, and she still has deep scars and holes in her wingtips. Her strength would never return to what it had been either, so for mobility, she was crafted a set of assisting braces that would allow her to move freely. She can even fly with them. Killian and Syra have taken her in as a daughter, and she has chosen the name "Anarchy" for herself in remembrance of the act of brave and stupid defiance that, while risking her life, freed her from being a nameless slave.
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