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Level 1 Pearlcatcher

Energy: 50/50

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Length

6.22 m

Wingspan

6.74 m

Weight

366.18 kg

Genetics

Gold
Crystal

Gold
Facet

Gold
Smoke

Hatchday

Jun 17, 2020
(3 years)

Breed

Adult
Pearlcatcher

Eye Type

Light
Unusual

Level 1 Pearlcatcher

EXP: 0 / 245

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Biography

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Bio put together by QuarantineArea

Fernaldo: The Gust-gliding Guide

Finding a way through the swirling tempests of the Windswept Plateau is no easy feat, yet Fernaldo seemed to always have a talent for it. The brightly colored Wildclaw was no Spiral, but his larger and denser body as well as powerful legs always helped him keep a foothold when navigating the more powerful gusts. If a particularly strong current came along, he could simply dig his claws in, turn his head into the wind, and hold fast.
He started his career as a guide leading his friends back and forth between their clan and a secret hangout tucked away in the bamboo clusters of the Reedcleft Ascent. One day, the troupe got lost and ended up too close to the Twisting Crescendo. If it hadn’t been for Fernaldo’s instincts and navigational skills, they would have been dragged into the whipping winds and lost to the storm’s eye, never to been seen again. After returning safely home and receiving stern lectures from their respective parents, Fernaldo was rewarded with praise and pride from his family and clan, and offered a job and training as a guide (after he got done being grounded by his parents of course). He soon became adept at leading venturing dragons and migrating clans through every part of his gusty home and boasts to never losing his way on a journey.
In his free time, he enjoys visiting the Zephyr Steppes and just relaxing and enjoying the peace. He’ll tell tall tales of close calls and daring adventures in a crowd, but on his own he’s been known to be rather quiet and reserved. Either way, if you’re a dragon in need of a guide, Fernaldo is your man!

Eaglette the Quick-handed
“Don’t be afraid to steal, just steal the right stuff” - Mike Monteiro

It’s a widely known fact that Pearlcatchers love gossip, trading secrets as merchants exchange goods and coin. Some are content with keeping their value in their words and their ears, but others prefer more… tangible forms of wealth. Eaglette happens to be one of them.

She’s a Pearlcatcher who’s been everywhere from the Viridian Labyrinth where she was born to the frigid wastes of the Southern Icefields to the sandy shores of the Tsunami Flats where she’s made her home. She had always been adventurous, setting out from her original clan as soon as she was old enough to do so. Her pearl was no bigger than a Fae’s wing, but she felt ready to take on Sornieth and begin her life as an independent and intrepid Pearlcatcher. Her parents wished her well, proud to see their daughter making her own way in the world.
It wasn’t easy at first. As she travelled, she steadily ran lower on supplies, including her small supply of gems and treasure. She had barely made it to the Starfall Isles and she was already weary, her clothes covered in multicolored dust and her pearl scuffed from being dragged by weakened limbs. She refused help from charities and anyone who offered it that wasn't a fellow Pearlcatcher such as herself, but those Pearlcatchers were few and far between. Most were already absorbed with their own lives, and if she didn’t have anything interesting to offer them then they had nothing to give to her. Eaglette knew she would have to find a way to prove her worth, so she tried spying and careful listening. She was shy and inexperienced, too young to be taken seriously, and quickly running out of options as each day brought new challenges. Then one morning, everything changed.
She was living in a small hut made of twigs and branches near a trading post in the Starwood Strand, clutching her pearl tightly as she tried to shelter herself with her wings from the dewdrops that came steadily down from the trees above. She heard some commotion from the road that ran through the post. She opened her eyes wearily, trying to identify the source of the noise. She saw a cart, overloaded with gems, jewelry, and finery of every kind imaginable, tilting dangerously from the loss of a wheel, which seemed to have broken under all the weight of its burden. A blue and white Mirror dragon with a paper crown atop his head was shouting at some passerby, asking for help. Eaglette stared at the treasure trove hungrily, knowing that even a single piece of one of those pretty looking items would sell for enough to feed her for a month. Her stomach grumbled hungrily at the thought of something fresh and filling from the market. Surely this dragon didn’t need everything that was in that wagon, right? She was at her wits end with no other way out, so she carefully began to creep towards the cart. Ducking out of sight and keeping a wary eye on the Mirror, she slunk to the overflowing hoard. She warily wrapped her claws around a thick chain of jewels, tugging gently. With each pull, her eyes flicked back to the owner of the stash. With one last heave, the glimmering chain came loose, sending Eaglette tumbling backwards onto her back. Out of nowhere, a flurry of sprites burst from the depths of the hoard, each bursting with elemental magic. Eaglette gazed in wonderment until a particularly shiny one started to dive-bomb her, spitting blasts of bright mana in her direction. She dodged as best as she could, but she was weak and not very experienced in combat. She was hit along her body and wings, and where the magic touched her skin seemed to fracture and reveal softly glowing light patches underneath. She didn’t have time to marvel at the changes however, as all the commotion had alerted the rightful owner of both the sprites and the thief robbing his cart. Eaglette ran off as quickly as her body would allow her, dragging her pearl and her bounty along.
She did manage to sell the jewels for a fantastic price and was able to get herself some proper food and even a new set of attire. She began to develop her skills in “borrowing” until she had become quite proficient and had earned enough to get out of the Starfall Isles and continue her journey across Sornieth. The glowing patches on her body never faded, but she didn’t mind too much. She accepted them as a memento of the start of her new life. She didn’t make it solely on stealing goods, however, and when she did, she always made sure she was taking from someone who certainly wouldn’t be needing it anyway. She only took things when she was really in need of them of course, and held herself to a strict standard that kept her above the petty non-Pearlcatcher thieves that stalked about. Out of her dreary situation, she blossomed into a cheerful and charming dragon that proved herself exceedingly loyal to her allies and those that became her friends.
In the clan she currently resides in, she refrains from taking items from those she calls kin. She would never take something from her fellows, but that doesn’t stop her from swiping something from anyone outside of her bunch, especially if she knows someone who would need it more than whoever she would be taking it from. All in all, Eaglette is a Pearlcatcher with an endearing disposition, but if you find yourself missing a valuable or two, there’s only one dragon to turn to.

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“No, no way. I’m not helping you with this, what you’re talking about is murder!”
“Oh, come now Petal, the patient wouldn’t be dead, merely in intense pain while their organs reformed!”
The Imperial shook her head, covering her eyes with her hands.
“You can be so unbelievably insensitive at times, you know that?” The other Imperial in the room scoffed.
“Having feelings doesn’t get the work done, Petal. Working gets the work done. You know this. Besides, we’ve experimented on live subjects before, why is it now you’ve decided to complain?”
“Because now it’s different! We don’t know what this… disease is, or what it’s doing to our kind. For all we know, we could create some unstoppable horror that devastates half of Sornieth!!”
The male Imperial slammed his hand on a table.
“That’s EXACTLY why we are doing this!! The only way to understand it is to experiment with it, let it do its work on a viable subject, and observe the results, make conclusions! That’s how ALL research is done!! And if we don’t do this, someone else will!! And they might not be so sympathetic to the subject’s needs. We’re prepared to feed them, tend to them, and heal them if need be. I made those preparations because you told me to, is this not what you wanted?!”
“I did.”
“Then why?? Why did you change your mind?? What was it that made you suddenly so soft??”
She pointed at a sealed vial of reddish liquid. Something inside squirmed, splashing the walls of the tube.
“That. That changed my mind.”
“The blood sample? You changed your mind because of a blood sample??”
“I changed my mind because of where that sample came from!! That creature that we encountered, it used to be an Imperial… Imperials… just like us. That village reported it crawling out of a marsh where a clan had been decimated. It was in pain, confused, trying to understand what had happened. It didn’t know that it had… that they had died!!”
The male rolled his eyes. “Oh please, Petal. That thing didn’t possess any form of consciousness whatsoever.”
“I could see it in their eyes! When we lit in on fire to kill it, it started screaming! It was in pain!! It was suffering!! Does that mean nothing to you??”
The Imperial stared at her, his eyes devoid of any emotion, his mouth set in a hard line. He said nothing, but his answer was clear enough. Petal recoiled, her face setting as well. She peeled off her gloves and slapped them on the table, then started stomping around the room, grabbing items and cramming them into a satchel.
“Fine. Go ahead and do your little experiment then. I won’t stand for your work anymore. What’s more, I’m going to tell every Imperial within a hundred leagues of here what you’re planning so not a single one of them can be tricked by your words. You took it too far this time, and I know I say that a lot, but this time I mean it! I’m done, you hear me? I’m done!!” She burst out of the lab, spreading her wings as the other Imperial ran out after her.
“Petal, wait!!! Wait, please, you can’t go, don’t go!! I need you!!”
With a powerful flap of her wings, she sprang into the air, flying as fast as she could away from her ex-partner. The Imperial watched her silhouette dwindle to a speck on the horizon and disappear. He collapsed to the ground, tears in his eyes refusing to fall. He sat there for hours, time passing him by like a stranger on the street. The sun set, and he was left in the soft darkness of night, the stars above glaring coldly down at him. It was only then that he stood, his resolve strengthened, his heart reduced to cold shards.
“Alright. If I must do this myself, I will do it myself.”

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Tears ran steaming down his face as he screamed, his mouth so wide it was practically tearing his face in half. He was on the floor of the laboratory, writhing furiously, grasping at the stitches along his body. Black liquid seeped from the wounds where he had injected himself, the flesh twisting, his bones cracking as his head whipped around, his screams becoming gurgles as blood emerged from his throat and spilled over his jaws. With each spasm, the flesh pulsed harder and harder, the sutures splitting apart as new structures were formed. Horns, claws, eyes, teeth, scale and bone and fur. His mind was flooded with thoughts that were not his own, angry thoughts, thoughts that made him want to tear something apart. He threw himself around the lab, smashing glass and testing equipment, flipping tables, ramming himself into a wall so hard he burst out the other side and fell faces-first into the rain and mud outside. He continued to writhe, hissing as the water met his boiling skin. Other heads bumped against the side of his neck, growling and groaning, snapping at one another. His head was a tangle of feelings. He tried to speak, but a howling roar was all that came out. He racked his brain, gripping his head so hard his claws carved gashes into it. What’s my name?? What’s my name?? he asked himself, unable to remember. Pain was surging through his body, driving him upwards, out of the mud, screeching at the sky as lightning flashed and thunder boomed. He and his new appendages crawled away, disappearing into the mist, the destroyed lab all that was left of the Imperial.

(not my bio design, i just did the lore)

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Rekishi is a dragon well acquainted with language. She knows everything from Talanok to Native Coatl, and she has even learned how to decipher the mysterious scraps and vellums that are occasionally found while gathering items. If there is some disagreement or trade between dragons or Beastclan in which one party cannot understand the other, she is always the one to be called upon. Her clanmates marvel at her ability to retain so many languages, but in truth the knowledge can sometimes inconvenience her. She'll occasionally forget a word in her own language, but she fills the gaps with other tongues that she can remember. Even still, Rekishi is always looking to learn more. You can't so much as perform a secret handshake in her vicinity without her immediately asking if she can learn it. Though her egg was laid in the Sunbeam Ruins, she takes after the Earth element for its appreciation of history and upholding of memory.

Before Rekishi hatched, her egg was stolen from its nest by a pack of hungry Hainu and taken to the Bamboo Falls. There, a tribe of Talanok rescued the egg before it could be eaten. Mistaking it for one of their own, they kept it safe and warm until it hatched and Rekishi was born. At first, the Corven and Raptorik still confused her for one of their own because of her beak-like snout and feathered wings, but it soon became clear what she truly was. Not wanting to cause trouble with their dragon neighbors, the Talanok quickly gave her over to the nearest group of dragons they could find. Unfortunately, this was not her home clan, so she had no true parents to raise her. Instead, she was brought up by a band of wandering traders. As she grew, the caravan traveled across Sornieth and visited each of its unique locations and species. She was taught that the most important part of making a deal was communication, and learning language was essential. As she encountered each new tongue, she marveled at the myriad of ways one could produce sound. She began to devour the knowledge of each language she came upon, driven not only by her foster family, but also by an blossoming fascination and appreciation for words. She attributes her proficiency with the Talanok languages to her mistaken upbringing, but everything else she learned she learned on her own. At one point, her caravan met with the Database. She became enamored with the digital expanse of strange and wondrous (if dangerous) dragons and creatures it held. She said goodbye to the wanderers and applied for a job as a trade manager for the Lightning clan. When interviewed, she displayed such an expansive knowledge of language that she was hired as a translator instead.

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Bio by Sienne, edited by QuarantineArea

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The eye is always caught by the light, but shadows have more to say.

......"Why do they call you the Starless Sorceress?" Prescea asks. Her apprentice is busy translating ancient manuscripts so doesn't see the furrow that appears between Yula's brows. It takes her a minute to recall the answer.

......"My magic manifested when I was very young, not even a year old, if I remember correctly. It happened to be on the eve of the Festival of Lights, a time when the moon is at it's brightest. So bright that it eclipses all the stars, thereby giving the illusion that there weren't any stars that night."

......Prescea's eyes are huge and she has stopped writing to stare at her teacher. "Really? That's an even better story than I thought."

......Now, it's Yula's turn to be curious. "Oh? And what did you think was the origin of the title?"

......The bogsneak flushes. "I, um, well... I apologize, Mistress, but you probably wouldn't like to hear them. I'm sorry I even brought it up."

......Yula gives a nonchalant shrug. "I don't care what people think of me, Prescea."

......It's not often that Prescea thinks to advise her mentor (actually never) but supposes this is as good a time as any to start. "P-Perhaps you should," the apprentice offers tentatively. "If they knew you like I do, like your friends do, they wouldn't say such cruel things."

......"Oh? You say you know me. Tell me then, where did you think my title originated from?"

......Prescea hangs her head in shame. Yula has always been incredibly perceptive. She always seemed to know when Prescea hadn't completed her assignments or when she forgot her chores. Sometimes, she thinks her mentor can read minds. "There are rumors that you dabble in the occult, in the forbidden arts. I always thought the title referred to the darker side of your magic. Not that I believe them, of course," she adds hastily.

......"And if they were true?"

......"What?!" Her apprentice gapes at her.

......Yula moves towards the sole window in her tower. It was currently nighttime in the kingdom of Aeos and the capital city, bearing the same name, is illuminated in softly twinkling lights of street lamps. "I have always been fascinated by anything related to magic, particularly the Shade. We know so little about it, yet most mages refuse to study it for fear of its power. I only desire to understand it so we can better defend ourselves against such evil."

......Prescea is still reeling from this revelation when the small, scrying globe on the table suddenly takes on a purplish haze, indicating an incoming message. "It's Master Vance, Mistress. He's waiting outside."

......"Yes, I need to brief him for the next mission. Please tell him to meet me at the antechamber."

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......"Determining the location of the weapons caches and rescuing the hostage should be no challenge for you," Yula concludes at length.

......"Hmph." Knowing him a dragon of few words, the sorceress takes that as a yes. She starts to get up to leave.

......"Stop." Piercing ice eyes peer beneath his wide-brimmed hat to meet her own. "Tell me what's wrong."

......From any other dragon, Yula would be insulted at the terse command. But she had long gotten used to Vance's rough personality. Growing up in the slums, enduring abuse from street gangs and common folk alike, being forced to commit heinous crimes when he was very young left him with a hard shell that was tough to crack. Even now, he never felt comfortable mingling with the upper echelons of society, though both Tethrax, the imperial strategist, and the Empress Eris hold him in high regard. Vance cannot completely run from the demons in his past and in a way, they were both outcasts. Maybe that's why she feels at ease with him and if truth be told, she considers him her only real friend.

......It's a futile attempt to beat around the proverbial bush with Vance, so Yula doesn't even try. She relates what Prescea mentioned earlier as succinctly as possible. She had thought nothing of it, but if Vance noticed, then it must have bothered her more than she realized.

......He listens without comment until she is done but his pale eyes narrow to slits. Finally, he remarks "Ignorant people have nothing to do but gossip about things they don't have the slightest clue about." She has the distinct impression that he is speaking from experience.

......"It's nothing new and hardly the worst thing ever said about me." Yula dismisses. Before joining the court, she'd been labeled a witch, a demon, a spawn of evil and many other things.

......Vance nods. He offers no real words of comfort but both of them know that none are needed. It is enough for Yula to know that he has never judged her, not even before, when he first learned of her esoteric studies.

......However, he does get the last word. "Just be careful, Yula. The dark arts are forbidden for a reason. And it is because they are dangerous."

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