ScribbleSpark
(#60079811)
Bonded | I'm still learning it's okay to be proud of myself
Bookwyrm
Curious Mith
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Shadow.
Male Imperial
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
30.16 m
Wingspan
21.37 m
Weight
9222.62 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Crystal
Crystal
Tan
Constellation
Constellation
Beige
Firefly
Firefly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Lineage
Biography
Scribble Spark
Developing Writer
Taken Underwing
New to the clan, Scribble had trouble fitting in. He had the habit of getting overwhelmed by the mere idea of making friends, instead opting to withdraw and write stories- which is also how he got his name. After the fifth-or-so time being called out by his schoolteacher Sycah for his lack of attention (or what she deemed lack of attention, really he was doodling the characters in the historic tales she was describing), Scribble made up his mind that school was not where he wanted to be.
“It seems this is becoming a theme. Please try and pay attention,” Sychah scolded. Scribble tucked his nose back in his book, this time in embarrassment instead of habit. When their play-break ended, Scribble ran to the edge of the yard and stole away to the library.
He settled on the floor near the non-fiction, picked a book from the shelf about the lesson he was avoiding, and began to read. Soon the floor of the library was littered with sketches and notes on the personalities of the dragons in his book.
“And who might you be?”
Scribble looked up from his mess of pages to meet the gaze of that older dragon that stood in front of him.
“Ah!” he exclaimed, flinging his quill across the aisle. “Oh, sorry… I- I’m… the kids at school call me Scribbles…”
“I am the keeper of this archive. What might you be doing here at midday?”
Scribble tensed up, realizing the dragon before him was Hester; one of the four clan founders had caught him skipping class. Even worse, he had heard that Hester was the coldest dragon in the clan, with the exception of the Empress.
“I’m sorry sir, I-”
Hester chuckled, which startled the already-anxious youth. “You know,” Hester said, “this exact situation happened to me when I was your age, but the Empress was the one who found me out.”
Scribbles’ teacher Sycah was big, being a ridgeback, but the hulking dragon in front of him was big. He seemed even more intimidating in the current circumstance. Suddenly it made sense why the space between the archive’s bookshelves was so wide.
“Well then, I presume you have good reason to be here. Now, if you want to learn, you should go to school, but if you want to learn your own way, come and see me.” Despite his size, Hester moved elegantly, not so much as brushing his tail against the bookshelves. As he turned the corner, he shot Scribble a warm smile.
Dumbfounded, Scribble stuffed his things back into his bag and moved towards the hall that led back to the classroom. He stopped with his claws on the doorhandle and took a deep breath. Making up his mind, he turned on his heels and nearly bumped into Hester, who was sitting patiently just around the corner, clearly waiting for Scribble to follow him.
“I thought as much. You like to write, yes? Come with me and let’s see what you can do.”
Hester smiled, staring wistfully at the tip of the quill gracing its yellowed parchment. “You’ve got that spark in your eyes that I had when I was younger. I don’t remember what changed. I’ll teach you whatever you want to know, and in return how about you teach me how to bring that wonder back to my soul?”
“I’ll try my best,” Scribble replied, feeling a bit of sheepishness from the compliment. Perhaps to separate his awkward past and new self developing under Hester’s wing, Scribbles started going by Scribble Spark after that.
Adopted from Luna on 3/20/2020
Developing Writer
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Taken Underwing
New to the clan, Scribble had trouble fitting in. He had the habit of getting overwhelmed by the mere idea of making friends, instead opting to withdraw and write stories- which is also how he got his name. After the fifth-or-so time being called out by his schoolteacher Sycah for his lack of attention (or what she deemed lack of attention, really he was doodling the characters in the historic tales she was describing), Scribble made up his mind that school was not where he wanted to be.
“It seems this is becoming a theme. Please try and pay attention,” Sychah scolded. Scribble tucked his nose back in his book, this time in embarrassment instead of habit. When their play-break ended, Scribble ran to the edge of the yard and stole away to the library.
He settled on the floor near the non-fiction, picked a book from the shelf about the lesson he was avoiding, and began to read. Soon the floor of the library was littered with sketches and notes on the personalities of the dragons in his book.
“And who might you be?”
Scribble looked up from his mess of pages to meet the gaze of that older dragon that stood in front of him.
“Ah!” he exclaimed, flinging his quill across the aisle. “Oh, sorry… I- I’m… the kids at school call me Scribbles…”
“I am the keeper of this archive. What might you be doing here at midday?”
Scribble tensed up, realizing the dragon before him was Hester; one of the four clan founders had caught him skipping class. Even worse, he had heard that Hester was the coldest dragon in the clan, with the exception of the Empress.
“I’m sorry sir, I-”
Hester chuckled, which startled the already-anxious youth. “You know,” Hester said, “this exact situation happened to me when I was your age, but the Empress was the one who found me out.”
Scribbles’ teacher Sycah was big, being a ridgeback, but the hulking dragon in front of him was big. He seemed even more intimidating in the current circumstance. Suddenly it made sense why the space between the archive’s bookshelves was so wide.
“Well then, I presume you have good reason to be here. Now, if you want to learn, you should go to school, but if you want to learn your own way, come and see me.” Despite his size, Hester moved elegantly, not so much as brushing his tail against the bookshelves. As he turned the corner, he shot Scribble a warm smile.
Dumbfounded, Scribble stuffed his things back into his bag and moved towards the hall that led back to the classroom. He stopped with his claws on the doorhandle and took a deep breath. Making up his mind, he turned on his heels and nearly bumped into Hester, who was sitting patiently just around the corner, clearly waiting for Scribble to follow him.
“I thought as much. You like to write, yes? Come with me and let’s see what you can do.”
Hester smiled, staring wistfully at the tip of the quill gracing its yellowed parchment. “You’ve got that spark in your eyes that I had when I was younger. I don’t remember what changed. I’ll teach you whatever you want to know, and in return how about you teach me how to bring that wonder back to my soul?”
“I’ll try my best,” Scribble replied, feeling a bit of sheepishness from the compliment. Perhaps to separate his awkward past and new self developing under Hester’s wing, Scribbles started going by Scribble Spark after that.
Relationships
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H E S T E R
L O N G S H E N
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F A T H E R
Hester began as Scribbles’ teacher and continues as a father figure, albeit an adoptive father. In Aquila’s culture, families are not defined by blood but by bond, so in a way Hester is Scribble’s father. They are very close; Hester raised Scribbles and shaped him into the vibrant dragon he was meant to be; and Scribbles keeps up Hester’s spirits when he’s feeling jaded.
F A T H E R
Hester is so often busy that his off hours often include both his partner Longshen and Scribbles. Naturally, they all grew close together, and Scribbles calls Longshen his other dad. Longshen is terrified of the commitment that a child brings, but after warming up to Scribbles he found it easy to bond with the boy.
T E A C H E R
Rococo is another of Scribbles’ teachers, though Rococo may be considered even more untraditional then Hester in his methods. To non-creatives, Rococo seems like a raving lunatic, but to Scribbles he is a mystery that is waiting to be cracked. They most often meet in Rococo’s studio and encourage each other to be productive, critique each other’s art, and talk while working about various inspirations.
M E N T O R
Yamada, the clan’s historian, often spends time with Scribbles and tells tales of historical truth while Scribbles spins tales of his own in turn. They both share an equal love for the art of storytelling, so despite their age gap, they get along quite nicely. Formally, Yamada is his mentor but he likes to call her Auntie. |
Adopted from Luna on 3/20/2020
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