Sadr
(#59707961)
Epidemiologist
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
17.78 m
Wingspan
19.7 m
Weight
11288.3 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Lionfish
Lionfish
Blood
Striation
Striation
Banana
Firefly
Firefly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Guardian
Max Level
STR
104
AGI
9
DEF
5
QCK
90
INT
5
VIT
16
MND
5
Biography
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Sadr the Resilient | the Epidemiologist
Haunted by the bloodied legacy of her parents, Sadr seeks a life of calm peace. Bound to Valhall not through free will, but through her Charge, she once did her best to isolate herself. But she cannot stay idle in the face of suffering and, despite knowing she would have to forfeit her solitude, she stepped out of the shadows to embrace the new dawn fully.
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Not that she ever did love much, despite the things she'd done to get where she were meant to be. Her fling with a sly, business oriented fae had been the only way to convince him to allow her shelter from the storm that swept the Icefields when she arrived, and the children she had never saw the light of day as the cold claimed them before life could grace them; it weren't love, any of it, and if she mourned the loss of her children she never did speak of it. The Icewarden would care for them, she supposed, and she'd been able to continue her journey. None of it had been love, except for the single moment when she had laid eyes on her Charge, and relief had bled over into love for the Fates having blessed her. Her Charge weren't a troublesome, living and breathing creature, and she could learn to love that which could not hurt her in return. Never had she expected to find love in those that could hurt her in return. But it happened so, and she struggled to make sense of it then and now, for the dragons of Valhall grew to love her in the same manner she'd only ever expected to, perhaps, love her Charge. If that could even be called love, she supposed, for it wasn't like she'd had a choice. From kindred spirits she kept a wings length away, to cautious acquaintances she wished no harm, to tentative friends she suffered alongside, and then to family like she'd never known before. The hunger may never leave her, and she hates how it flares even in the most comfortable warmth of the fire, but perhaps, she thinks, it is worth the trouble to wrestle it under control for those that love her so. | _ |
Not that she ever did love much, despite the things she'd done to get where she were meant to be. Her fling with a sly, business oriented fae had been the only way to convince him to allow her shelter from the storm that swept the Icefields when she arrived, and the children she had never saw the light of day as the cold claimed them before life could grace them; it weren't love, any of it, and if she mourned the loss of her children she never did speak of it. The Icewarden would care for them, she supposed, and she'd been able to continue her journey. None of it had been love, except for the single moment when she had laid eyes on her Charge, and relief had bled over into love for the Fates having blessed her. Her Charge weren't a troublesome, living and breathing creature, and she could learn to love that which could not hurt her in return.
Never had she expected to find love in those that could hurt her in return. But it happened so, and she struggled to make sense of it then and now, for the dragons of Valhall grew to love her in the same manner she'd only ever expected to, perhaps, love her Charge. If that could even be called love, she supposed, for it wasn't like she'd had a choice. From kindred spirits she kept a wings length away, to cautious acquaintances she wished no harm, to tentative friends she suffered alongside, and then to family like she'd never known before. The hunger may never leave her, and she hates how it flares even in the most comfortable warmth of the fire, but perhaps, she thinks, it is worth the trouble to wrestle it under control for those that love her so.
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Exalting Sadr to the service of the Icewarden will remove them from your lair forever. They will leave behind a small sum of riches that they have accumulated. This action is irreversible.
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