Asama
(#62672612)
The Leatherworker
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Energy: 42/50
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
6.38 m
Wingspan
6.24 m
Weight
686.58 kg
Genetics
Umber
Speckle
Speckle
Carrot
Trail
Trail
Marigold
Veined
Veined
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 12 Bogsneak
EXP: 17678 / 38956
STR
53
AGI
6
DEF
8
QCK
35
INT
7
VIT
15
MND
9
Biography
Phoenix had quite the time when Asama first showed up at the clan's borders. Beholding what she knew was yet another Fire dragon driven away by the conflict in the Ashfall Waste, the Imperial full of empathy and despair for her displaced kin had immediately reached out to the old Bogsneak, ready to welcome her in and relieve her of whatever woes might plague her after enduring such a terrible ordeal... only to be completely sideswiped when Asama just snorted. "Bah, I could have easily shown those rioters up in the Magmablood Rebuke a thing or two on how it's done. If I could be bothered." But bothered she could not, and so she'd simply packed up and walked away without a care in the world. She'd been wanting to move somewhere wetter anyway.
Having left Phoenix to reevaluate her life choices, and with a favorable trade to offer Sorien, the Bogsneak had gone on to set up shop right next to his blacksmiths in the Warrior's Clearing, where she could continue to carry out her work as a skilled leatherworker in a much more favorable setting. Considering what a headache it was to get a hold of traders selling leather for their armor and weapons this far in the Viridian Labyrinth, to have someone that knew how to create the material from raw hides was a welcome change to Aiden and Salazar, and her own personal salt levels fit her in among the grumbling corner of craftsdragons most wonderfully. Their shops have become an area of constant gossiping and screaming to get each other's pointless points across into the other's deafened ears, to such comedic levels that Cinere and Alder have started referring to their part of the clearing as Old Farts Anonymous. It's like a slice of home to Asama, only this time she has more water than she knows what to do with, with a wonderfully moist den that never dries out and no rioters in sight to ruin her entire day. What more could a solitary old Bogsneak ask for? Certainly not something like... oh let's say, A COMPLETELY UNINVITED ROOMMATE. |
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Asama doesn't even know where this absolute nuisance that calls herself Airi came from. One day she had a workshop all to herself, and the next thing she knew this OBNOXIOUS Nocturne had shown up as if she'd personally asked to hear her entire lifestory, and then REFUSED TO LEAVE. Asama LONGS for the days where she didn't have this maniac dangling from her ceiling, yammering nonstop for hours on end while she contemplates setting her shop on fire with the both of them still in it. She's offering Airi for free to anyone that passes by their shop; in fact, she'll PAY for someone to finally take this dragon off her hands, and Airi of course at her new favorite dragon's expense, finds it all absolutely hysterical.
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