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Tethys

(#60916274)

Level 1 Coatl

Energy: 50/50

Personal Style

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

1.45 m

Wingspan

1.04 m

Weight

46.93 kg

Genetics

Eggplant
Fade

Eggplant
Blend

Lavender
Basic

Hatchday

Apr 25, 2020
(4 years)

Breed

Hatchling
Coatl

Eye Type

Shadow
Unusual

Level 1 Coatl

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

none

Biography

|Ifrit,
|Fang of Strays

Elder of the Nexus | Woebringer (once upon a time) | Learned Mediator
"I learned better than to seek conquest. Look around you, does this clan look like an army? Do armies build families? Do they tote about hatchlings and take in strays? You know nothing of my loss, the things I've sacrificed, the people who've died in my reckless pursuit of strength!"

|Past:

Like most young plague dragons born into tough clans, Ifrit was once a spitfire hellbent on his own survival. He dreamt of seeking unmatched strength and aimed to top it just to prove his mettle and to make his name known, to show himself to be untouchable, unbeatable. But what he wasn't aware of was his limited scope of the world as a child in an isolated clan. The 'strongest' of their clan was an aging elder who spoke of his youth with wistful eyes, never disclosing he could no longer do what he used to but not relinquishing his position due to pride. And when a rival clan swept in to claim their territory, and Ifrit was faced with imminent death from dragons more than 4 times his size, well...

He was suddenly very aware of how much stronger he needed to be.

Ifrit's elder was a coward in fleeing his own home and damning the rest of his kin to death, yes, but in his cowardice he snatched up little Ifrit and two other hatchlings, disappearing into the brambles of the Tangled Wood with his tail between his legs.

He spent a few years feeding and protecting his elder, whom either from stress or shame was deteriorating health wise, his 'friends' having abandoned the two soon after settling into the shadows the Tangled Wood provided. Ifrit resented, hated the elder, spat vile insults at him when delivering him food, snarled when he complained, and took out his frustrations and rage on any dragon or beast that wandered too close to their makeshift hideout. There was no one Ifirt loathed more than his elder, but Ifrit felt obligated to support him, perhaps due to owing him his life as he surely would have died had it not been for his elder snatching him up as he fled. But eventually that feeling of responsibility waned, and Ifrit too disappeared back into the Scarred Wasteland, leaving his elder alone to whatever fate was coming for him.

The next stage of his life was a blur for Ifrit, a shift from one grudge over a slight to the next as he recklessly lead dragons who'd become either attached to or dependent on him into violent fights to the death. He would care for them in between scuffles, provide food and protection, but once he formed a grudge there was nothing else he cared about but getting even. He lost many friends by the end of it, and it was like each death weakened the burning in his heart, dampening his anger and clearing the red haze from his mind. Slowly, the title of Woebringer faded into myth as his rage was witnessed less and less until it finally died upon his departure from the Scarred Wasteland.

The Woebringer gave up on forging his path with blood and claws, instead trailing behind the soft footfalls of his new elder, Goliath.

|Personality:

As a leader should, Ifrit bears all on his shoulders. The victories of the clan are his own, just as the losses and failures, which he takes the personal fall for. It's troubles are his, same as those of his kin. But the sheer weight of keeping such a large clan both in order and safe is something Ifrit could have never anticipated when he took over after Goliath. It quickly left him as a brutal realist. Frankly, he's tired, but he would die before he would ever admit it to anyone.

Those under him find him to be stone-like with a hidden heart of fire, unmovable and unaffected by anything short of an intentional, intolerable slight against him, or more importantly, against the Nexus. In those moments he's harsh and unstoppable, at least until he's made his point. Those even closer to him can sense the fondness he holds for his kin in the aura he radiates, as masked by intimidation and stoicism as it may be.

When it comes to emotions or personal topics, either his or anyone else's, his composure wanes to discomfort. He cannot maintain a conversation to save his life and has the emotional tact of a rock.

|Extra Information:

Through many years of practice, Ifrit has impeccable control over his temper.

On occasion Ifrit will overhear conversations about issues his clanmates might be suffering, and he will go out of his way to remedy them from the background. If he were to be honest, it is because he doesn't want to be thanked, it would make him uncomfortable.

He regrets how power hungry he was in his youth, but he isn't necessarily guilty anymore. While he holds the blame with willing hands he believes he's done enough to repent.

|Relationships:

|Ortoros| While Ifrit trusts all three of his friends, he trusts Ortoros the most. They are so similar that they can read each other's micro expressions and rarely need to voice what they think or feel to each other. Ortoros is Ifrit's silent shadow and he trusts the other with his life.

|Arthur| Arthus is Ifrit's trusted confidant, as much as that means with a dragon like Ifrit. He knows Arthur will keep it to himself when Ifrit speaks of his true opinions on others and situations, and values his insight and thoughts in return. To an extent, he also trusts Arthur to be the angel on his shoulder, speaking benevolently when Ifrit himself may be acting too harshly.

In regards to Arthur's...complicated past, Ifrit has extended the offer of any help he can provide in figuring out what his memory means or who the other tundra is, but he respects that Arthur has turned him down and isn't fully interested.

|Meren| In truth Ifrit regards Meren's enthusiasm for battle with exasperation more often than not, and their friendship is sturdy, but rough. He is no longer a warmonger, she exhausts him with her constant tales of combat and grand victories, but he tolerates it because she has proven herself trustworthy and as a very intelligent tactician and strategist. The clan has never been safer now that she's around. But they're still just 'work friends'.

|Aero| Aero was a friend to him once. One that he looks back on fondly but didn't appreciate while she was alive, one that he made a promise to before she died. Her daughter is his charge and he will protect her to the best of his ability.

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|Ary| Ifrit's opinion on Ary is conflicted. On one hand, it's undeniable that she's a master at what she does and the speed at which she does so is impressive. Her ability to keep track of festival gains and to question every dragon entering or leaving the clan territory about what they're doing or what they looted that day is almost supernatural. But on the other hand, her idolization of him...makes Ifrit uncomfortable. The way she zips around him, seeking his approval and nearly shouting about what she's been doing since she last saw him, and how she can spot him from across a field...It's a lot for a closed off elder. He won't admit he avoids her when he can, but...He absolutely does.

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