MistressNymphaea
(#59716417)
Golden Melody from the Rocky Plains
Familiar
Fungi Sage
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Energy: 43/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Earth.
Female Wildclaw
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Personal Style
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Skin
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Measurements
Length
5.48 m
Wingspan
4.82 m
Weight
454.9 kg
Genetics
Banana
Petals
Petals
Grapefruit
Bee
Bee
Grapefruit
Filigree
Filigree
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Wildclaw
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
8
AGI
9
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
6
Biography
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BIOGRAPHY A skyship soared across the starry sky, its mast incising a line into the thick columns of fog and magical streams blanketing over Sornieth. The crew was quiet. The only background noise anyone could hear at that moment was the rhythmic, undulating creaking of the ship’s engine. It was a moonless night, the darkness was thick and the chill was cutting into the scales of everyone on board. The musician brought out her moon lute and started tuning it, claws gently pressing on glinting strings and striking a few notes with utmost elegance. This was the first night the crew had sat together on this deck, and they barely knew each other, let alone knew her. Yet, here she was, shattering the stillness of the atmosphere with the allure of her inviting gaze and the promise of her enchanting melodies. She started to sing. Her voice brushed delicate strokes into the autumn breeze, and her lute washed over them with waves of emotions. Her claws strummed vibrations into the hearts of once nonchalant dragons, and all eyes were turned towards her. Perhaps they were truly drawn to her by her skills and beauty, or perhaps they just had nothing else to do. The singer didn’t see any of that. She closed her eyes and let her story ring through every chord she played. There was once a performer named Nymphaea. Well, it wasn’t her real name, but just like a lotus blooming from a murky, muddy swamp, she came from a family of exiles who were trying to scrape by on the Shattered Plain. Her parents had committed crimes that she never quite understood, and she didn’t even have the chance to ask them. Her father passed one day from being beaten to death after trying to rob a lair. Her mother, after his death, changed. She grew cold, distant, and had more than once tried to leave her daughter behind in a pothole only to come back because the little voice in her head called her conscience telling her to. Nymphaea survived for several more years thanks to that little voice, whom she believed was her true mother instead of the dragon who kept cursing her and calling her a mistake almost every day. It didn’t take long, however, for the young dragon’s mother to abandon her completely. She woke up at the doorstep of a tavern in a city somewhere near Carnestone Rest, her body wrapped in her mother’s cloak and a throbbing headache invaded her mind. The bag of treasure that her mother had always told her to hold was gone. Nymphaea wandered the city for days before she came across a music troupe. She followed them diligently and asked to be taught some musical skills to earn a living. It was then that she realized she had a knack for the lute, a skill that would have been wasted away had she been stuck with her mother. The following years were pleasant as the troupe traveled around the land, playing music and performing dances for festivals and noble dragons. Nymphaea was soon put under the spotlight, showered with praises and presents in the form of gemstones. There were more and more people who would recognize her - her voice, her sound, and her appearance. The music sped up. The lutist’s voice soared as she retold the moment everything went south. A sudden earthquake soon destroyed the city they were in, rubbles piled on top of them and destroyed the caravan. The troupe survived, and they did all they could to help the dragons around the area. Unfortunately, the helpless atmosphere had already consumed the town’s idle life. So many of the troupe’s members dropped out, and they had no choice but to close down. Nymphaea left, devastated. A dragon then walked up to her, recognizing her immediately. He came from a noble clan, and proposed to her. He gave her so many emerald stones - her favorite - which managed to woo her, or rather, woo her desire to settle down into a peaceful lifestyle inside a nice little home. When he led her to his lair, she was greeted by his friendly and well-dressed clansmates. They would occasionally throw luxurious parties that lasted for days. And even better, they seemed to never have to work. Nymphaea couldn’t ask for a better clan. Until she realized something was wrong. Winter came, and the dragons around her started to talk about treasure. How to find quick treasure. How to support themselves through winter. During what was essentially their last party, someone brought up the idea of exalting a few members. Nymphaea volunteered. Working for the Earthshaker seemed like a great honour that she couldn’t pass up! The other dragons looked at her in approval. She was so happy she could scream! After the party, however, Nymphaea found herself kidnapped and stuffed into a ship’s basement. A ship that was most definitely not heading towards the Earthshaker, but rather, an auction house. Against her will. As she was whisked away from her old joyous life, Nymphaea began contemplating everything that had led to this moment. Her misfortune had always been followed by fortune, which preceded another bout of misfortune. No matter how much she struggled, it seemed like this pattern of alternating fates had been closing in all around her, forcing her to conform to its normality. What could she do to break out of the pattern? What could she possibly lead her life toward eternal, uninterrupted happiness? A sharp note was plucked, and the musician stopped. She looked at her captivated spectators and softly smiled. It was all a song that might or might not have been true, that might have been her own story or somebody else’s, and that might have had a deeper meaning behind it, or not. Still, it didn’t stop a brawl from brewing on the deck as the ship started to descend and its passengers had recognized there were a few uninvited guests on board that had been woken up from their alcohol-induced stupor by the noises. The ship landed on the edge of the Starfall Isles. The musician breathed in as a few of her patrons started to approach her. She had never spoken to them before, especially when she had been out of their sight for most of the journey. Well, she had them to thank, at least. | x |
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“The Mistress loves her moon lute as much as she loves her students.
When she's not arranging events for the clan, dragons often spot her sitting in the Pavilion, trying to compose a piece. Her music can soothe every weeping soul. She once tried, desperately, to teach all of her students the moon lute, to no avail. But she's by no means an oppressive teacher. She loves it when each of her students excels in a form of art that's hard to master. For her, nothing in life is permanent, and everyone must strive to become better.
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Etymology
Trạch: Marsh, pondLiên: Lotus This is her stage name, not a real name. _______________________________
Same name, different languages
泽莲 | Zélián澤蓮 (たくれん) - Takuren _______________________________ |
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