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Personal Style
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Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
12.22 m
Wingspan
8.8 m
Weight
11387.17 kg
Genetics
White
Shaggy (Gaoler)
Shaggy (Gaoler)
White
Streak (Gaoler)
Streak (Gaoler)
Antique
Sparkle (Gaoler)
Sparkle (Gaoler)
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 10 Gaoler
EXP: 567 / 27676
STR
7
AGI
5
DEF
7
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
9
MND
7
Lineage
Biography
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˙S O V E R E I G N˙
His Royal Highness, Prince of Niveus de Silva, Godbledden, Child of the Lions  >Theme< - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "The King is putting gold on His bread." The small Gaoler child trails his talons through the lukewarm waters of the great Vita river, the intensity of his yellow eyes dulled to a muted glow. He lay along the smooth stone of the cathedral's manmade riverbank, far from any area purposefully open to the public. The clamor of visitors completing their daily worship echoes softly within the background. That, and the gentle lapping of the water that is against his fingertips almost lulls him into a light sleep. Almost. Splashing to the right alerts the Prince of a new visitor, and lazily, he rolls his head towards the direction of the sound. Sovereign observes as one of the cathedral's Priests, a dark-scaled Skydancer with precious gemstones for eyes, approaches him. As he enters the private hall of the cathedral, he passes beneath one of the many decorative arches that had been built above the river, centuries before. A kind smile is curled upon his fair face as he lazily meanders his way over through the shallows of the water, his long silver mane sleek and shinning. "My Prince," Falsities greets with a respectful bow, his gaze twinkling with genuine mirth. "What brings you here today?" "The peace and quiet." Sovereign answers simply. His sing-song voice echoes sharply within the empty hall and he shrinks back with a grimace, returning his focus to the river. "May I join you?" "If you wish." The Gaoler murmurs, quieter this time, as he shuffles aside. He watches the Skydancer leave the water to settle besides him, the rich blue fabrics he wears pooling around his lean form as he folds himself carefully besides the Prince. "Have you been well, I hope?" Despite the Priest's easy tone, Sovereign couldn't help but bristle immediately, searching for a careful reply. Eventually, he forces himself to relax and decides that he’ll trust Falsities with an honest answer. "No." "A shame, my dear Prince. May I ask what it is that ails you?" "The palace is... suffocating.” Behind the lowly spoken words a seething anger roils, and sensing it, the Priest gently touches the tip of his tail to Sovereign’s flank, which twitches in response. The Prince, however, does not pull away. They slip into an easy silence, the Prince's brow furrowed in contemplation. "As always," Falsities states after a time, a single opal eye fixed upon the young Gaoler, "The cathedral can serve as a refuge to all, should they ever seek one." "Yes, I know." The words came out bitterly. A few seconds pass before Sovereign whispers a tender, "Thank you." "Of course, my Prince."
• N O T E S •
• C H A R A C T E R I S T I C S •
The young prince is a rather bitterly mannered drake, his sharp tongue far more poisonous than his sister's own. Sovereign possesses no interest in the throne, for he does not want to carry the burden of a nation upon his delicate shoulders. Instead, he finds his solace in the practice of the arts, literature, and the royal fineries that are provided to him, as well as the daily lessons taught to him by Sae. He lies content with the reality that his role in life shall be that of a close and trusted confidant for his dear sister.
• F A M I L I A R ( S ) •
• M A G I C •
...And then his hands are dancing across ivory keys like a bubbling brook made of soulful music. It is savory and palpable, the notes filling the air as his fingers twirl gracefully in familiar practice of a familiar song. Power accompanies his movements, deliberately and delicately applied through a master's touch... And the spell is woven, ensnaring the already captive audience further within a trance of beauty and rapture. For this was a final symphony from the finality of its executor's heart.
• R E L A T I O N S •
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Sovereign turned to his sister then, hands hovering over the keys. “…You want me to stop playing?”
“Yes! Do! I’ve heard enough—If you’re going to keep doing it, play softer or at least a new song!” her shrill voice wasn’t nearly as painful as her demand.
A gentle sigh escapes him. “Alright.” he relents, carefully closing the piano lid as his sister walks away in a huff.
The silence that follows is laden with difficult meaning.
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