Death
(#61393521)
Level 1 Fae
Familiar
Frosted Pocketmouse
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Shadow.
Male Fae
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
0.45 m
Wingspan
1.48 m
Weight
0.83 kg
Genetics
Amethyst
Metallic
Metallic
Coal
Noxtide
Noxtide
Dust
Ghost
Ghost
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Fae
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
6
INT
8
VIT
5
MND
8
Lineage
Biography
A child of a dark beast, and a glitched witch..
Death was born in the humid, heavy heat of Spring to a clan in the Tangled Wood, with his three siblings following soon-after. His father was one of little words, and he would only ever know him by his title, spoken by his mother.
Jvk.
His mother was special, or at least that is what she always told him. She was a witch, and her duty was to heal, and mend, and curse, and hex. After his father left, he often noticed his mother spending more and more time, locked away in her study. It wasn't all bad, of course. This meant that he and his siblings could spend more time chasing each other around their small den, experimenting with, as he would later come to call it, "dark energy."
One day, they were approached by some strange dragons. One was orange and silver, and had four eyes like his father. The others were a strange dragon that looked to be made of ice, and the other shone radiantly with every color the young Death had ever seen, and more!
Then they went to a strange place. The dragon who found them, Arrhythmia, called it "Sanctuary." Then, his mother (or as Arrhythmia called her, Tarot) led them to their 'new home.' A hollowed out burrow beneath a large tree, filled with herbs and tools, all sorts of wonderful things for a young hatchling to mess around with.. until his mother shooed himself and his siblings away. Oh well. This was a new place to learn, and grow.
As he aged, however, he began to realize how they were viewed by the clan they resided in. He and his siblings were often regarded with some level of distrust by many of the older dragons, however just as many seemed to either not care or treat them as if they were born in Sanctuary to begin with. Death, however, knew there was somewhere else he could be. He and his siblings all felt so. There was more than just these dimly lit forests.
And so, they left. Where? Who knows. A part of Death knew that he may not see his siblings again, but he was certain that they would all go where they needed to be, in divine timing. And besides... he needed somewhere new to.. 'experiment,' with this deep, dark magic that he and his siblings were all bound to...
Jvk.
His mother was special, or at least that is what she always told him. She was a witch, and her duty was to heal, and mend, and curse, and hex. After his father left, he often noticed his mother spending more and more time, locked away in her study. It wasn't all bad, of course. This meant that he and his siblings could spend more time chasing each other around their small den, experimenting with, as he would later come to call it, "dark energy."
One day, they were approached by some strange dragons. One was orange and silver, and had four eyes like his father. The others were a strange dragon that looked to be made of ice, and the other shone radiantly with every color the young Death had ever seen, and more!
Then they went to a strange place. The dragon who found them, Arrhythmia, called it "Sanctuary." Then, his mother (or as Arrhythmia called her, Tarot) led them to their 'new home.' A hollowed out burrow beneath a large tree, filled with herbs and tools, all sorts of wonderful things for a young hatchling to mess around with.. until his mother shooed himself and his siblings away. Oh well. This was a new place to learn, and grow.
As he aged, however, he began to realize how they were viewed by the clan they resided in. He and his siblings were often regarded with some level of distrust by many of the older dragons, however just as many seemed to either not care or treat them as if they were born in Sanctuary to begin with. Death, however, knew there was somewhere else he could be. He and his siblings all felt so. There was more than just these dimly lit forests.
And so, they left. Where? Who knows. A part of Death knew that he may not see his siblings again, but he was certain that they would all go where they needed to be, in divine timing. And besides... he needed somewhere new to.. 'experiment,' with this deep, dark magic that he and his siblings were all bound to...
8th Generation Naomi Descendant
Naomi --> Willow --> Erroneous --> Cosmo --> Nekeh --> Armand --> Tarot --> Me!
Naomi --> Willow --> Erroneous --> Cosmo --> Nekeh --> Armand --> Tarot --> Me!
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