Sonna
(#59235411)
Level 8 Bogsneak
Blixten
Electric Nymph
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Lightning.
Male Bogsneak
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
8.93 m
Wingspan
6.28 m
Weight
677.22 kg
Genetics
Sand
Skink
Skink
Caramel
Spinner
Spinner
Turquoise
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 8 Bogsneak
EXP: 11731 / 16009
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
7
INT
6
VIT
7
MND
6
Biography
RED HANDED
Fence
Fence
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THEY TOLD HIM some big-wig in the Flat had a stash of gold. Some old seer by the name of Beryl -- Sonna didn't care much about her story, seemed like just some feeble old tundra when he cased the place later. What mattered was the gold: Sonna was gonna get in, grab the gold, and get out. He found gold, all right: golden bantam fangars, the feeble old tundra's preferred method of making money in her retirement years. Sonna prides himself on knowing a little bit about a lot of things, so he knew the fangars weren't worthless -- he made a grab to take one, but the little tow-headed rat bit him in the hand so hard he needed stitches later, and Sonna was too defeated by the whole job going sideways to even make a token effort to grab a jewelry box to pawn to pay the doctor's bill on his way back out through the window. Sonna tucked tail and crept into Biskbrill for a while to disappear. The folks who'd sold him the intel weren't his friends, even before the bad tip, and he wasn't itching to have a reunion anytime soon. He paid the scalpelist in Biskbrill extra to drop a few hints here and there that a recent client had gotten rabid off a bantam fangar bite to make it seem like maybe he died some embarrassing death somewhere in the Wasteland and left it at that. No one came looking for him. He set up shop as a fence shortly thereafter, first just to scrape two coins to rub together, and then because it turned out to be pretty lucrative around here, providing he kept his standards low and his expectations lower. Sonna's somewhat aware that his reputation for buying and selling anything has helped the number of robberies in Biskbrill go up all by itself, but hey, these people have it coming, right? Most of 'em, anyway. | xxxxxxxxxx |
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IMPRESSIONS
He's got a scar from a wound that was stitched bad and healed worse on one hand, what he calls his lucky hand. The rest of him is tidier than you'd expect, though his clothes betray hard living, thrifty spending, and a tendency toward patching rather than replacing. Given enough time, his shirt may well turn into an entirely different piece of clothing.
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RELATIONSHIPS
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