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Tristen

(#63210343)

do not fear change.

Garbanzo

Greenroot Janustrap

Energy: 50/50

Personal Style

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Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

2.88 m

Wingspan

2.85 m

Weight

293.59 kg

Genetics

White
Cherub

Seafoam
Toxin

Swamp
Runes

Hatchday

Aug 10, 2020
(3 years)

Breed

Adult
Tundra

Eye Type

Wind
Unusual

Level 6 Tundra

EXP: 190 / 8380

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Aelwen
Soul

Offspring

Biography

_{L I K E S}

_{D I S L I K E S}

_{F A M I L I A R}

“Garbanzo”

_{H O A R D}

_{A R T}

_{L U G G A G E}

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T R I S T E N
she/her • female • omnisexual
wind mage ྿ lvl 6

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^{Ever since they were young, Tristen and her brother Windhill, were under his care. He fed them, taught them basics of survival and, when they grew up, helped each summon a familiar of their own. Yet as Tristen grew older, she began to understand what had confused her as a hatchling: he preferred Windhill to her. In fact, he preferred Windhill to any other dragon she knew.

This favoritism was not immediately obvious to most, but it was impossible for her to miss as the only other dragon closest to her brother. Windhill was the one who would have to answer once more that he was full, that the food was nice and how grateful they were to have him as their friend and mentor. Tristen would not be asked. Windhill would get a tap on the shoulder or a friendly nudge after a successful pounce. So would Tristen, occasionally, when Windhill was watching.

Tristen never felt jealousy, though. If anything, she was glad that her brother was getting the attention she knew he deserved, and she was glad his efforts served to boost her brother's confidence. Of the pair, Windhill was more adept in magic, so it was only natural others would take notice. Tristen, she was more of a listener; an observer. Once, he commented in a joking manner that she would make a great spy. Later, he admitted he truly meant it: she was observant, quiet, capable of noticing small details about others before anybody else.

Hidden Breeze Clan^{Tristen's heart did a backflip when word of the battle reached her. Were they alright? Were they both unscathed? Would they both come home to her? Tristen took great pride in her subtle skills, but they were largely useless in battle, and so she was left behind.

Fortunately, both returned safely. Even better, the battle was short with minimal casualties on either side. Even so, her brother remained distant after his return, lashing out at little things. Of course, nobody returns from battle happy and content. Tristen figured he just needed time to recover mentally.

Their mentor was also changed. Despite his newfound popularity with the ladies after his return from battle, Tristen noticed he would glare behind Windhill's back when no one else was looking. Everywhere else, he put on his usual façade of support and wisdom. Tristen decided to watch and wait for life to return back to normal. Except it didn't.

One evening, just as they were finishing their daily walk around the grounds, Windhill gathered his courage to confide to his sister that he had come to resent their mentor. He would not give a clear reason for his sudden change of heart except to mention feeling pressured to increase his magic abilities beyond what he was comfortable with. Tristen did her best to comfort her brother even as he distanced himself from him. And then, as if all of a sudden, the two dragons who had been the most important figures in her life were suddenly...gone.

Mere day before Windhill's disappearance, her restless brother confessed to Tristen that he suggested returning Windhill's familiar into his soul in an attempt to further the Tundra's magical ability. No one knew what would happen if such a feat was attempted, and that he would suggest such a dangerous experiment was reprehensible. Tristen tried to convince Windhill to confront their mentor in front of the clan, but then he disappeared, as if running away from such an encounter. One could only presume he left shortly after in pursuit of Windhill.

Tristen could no longer sit aside and watch. It was her time to take action and set out in search of her brother or her mentor, whichever dragon she can find first. What could she say to Windhill? What would she do to him? She could not yet tell.}

Clan Kaishal^{With no idea where either dragon could have gone, Tristen set out in a random direction and hoped for the best. Her determination was enough to fuel her only so long, and she was soon lost and exhausted in a great bamboo forest. Other than the sky, the only landmark she could see for miles was a lone mountain far in the distance, and so she pointed herself in that direction.

It was only by sheer luck that she was found. Tristen's natural Wind-terrain camouflage combined with her inherently stealthy nature ensured that none of the clan's scouts ever caught scent or sight of her on their patrols, and Tristen was too exhausted to notice them far in the distance. Rather, it was Avery, a mysterious dragon returning from one of her own missions, who stumbled upon the weary Tundra. The Pearlcatcher got her safely to the clan, where she was able to rest and heal from her exertion.

To Tristen's dismay, none of the dragons within Clan Kaishal knew anything about the two she sought; however, the head of the guard, Lady Wynn, promised to remain alert for them and to send them in her direction, should they be able to. Clan Kaishal was often visited by a myriad travelers, wanderers, and pilgrims each year, so this promise gave Tristen some small hope that the first leg of her journey had not been in vain.

When she had fully recovered her strength, Tristen set out again, this time with directions and supplies gifted by the clan to aid her in her journey. If she could not find where they were, at least she could find out where they were not. May or may not have given this clan a few more members, ones who work for the deities now & another who stayed.}

The Immortals^{The woods at night were the sort of dark that makes lost travelers glance down with every move they make, eyes struggling to pry apart the darkness as they pray this step won't be the one to send them down a cliff.

Cold itched at the thinner fur on Tristen's tail and face, and although logic told her to curl up and nestle deep into the soft fluff of her wings, instinct told her that she was not alone. Every quiet click of the bones on her armband stabbed into her ears like bones snapping. Surely everything within a mile could hear her coming. Her chest seized as she suddenly wondered if perhaps they already had, and were drawing nearer, nearer –

Before she knew it, she was running, paws dragging clumsily through mud, feeling eyes ***** at her from every shadow, hearing whispers of familiar ghosts, run, run, run, they can't catch you if you run –

"Little one," a voice rumbled, and Tristen stopped in her tracks. The voice was deep and warm, like sinking into a hot spring with no bottom, and it gently soaked away the cramping tension in every muscle of Tristen's body. She sat down with a resounding thump.

And the very forest around her moved, rocks and branches and dapples resolving themselves into an indescribably enormous form that was surely fifteen times Tristen's size. The huge dragon's voice hummed once again from somewhere low in her chest as she lowered her head to greet Tristen. "This is no place for a child."

"I'm not a child," Tristen objected immediately, puffing out her wings. The earth beneath her feet shuddered in reply and it took Tristen a started moment to recognize it as the huge dragon's deep laugh.

"Come, it is safer where there is light." The stranger rustled around for a moment before Tristan heard the clatter of metal and the creak of something opening. There was an inhale, and then the stranger blew, sending a warm breeze that smelled of moss and basil over Tristen, and sending a shower of glittering gold through the air. When the shining dust cleared, Tristen could see the bright golden lantern that the kind-eyed gaoler now held in her mouth, face and antlers covered in the glitter.

When the gilded spirit padded away, footsteps noiseless against the mossy floor, Tristen followed, letting the warmth suffuse her very bones.

By the time they reached a strangely empty and silent open clearing, the sun was beginning to drip purples and reds across the clouds above, and Tristen jumped as a yawning pearlcatcher who glistened like emeralds slipped out from under a rocky overhang, blinking sleepily at the morning sky. He nodded absently to her, seeming wholly unsurprised by the presence of a complete stranger in what seemed to be his home, and took to the skies in a single bound.

The gaoler lay down with a rumbling sign amidst the roots of a tree that made her seem miniature by comparison and put out her lantern with a soft huff of air. "You may stay as long as you like," she murmured, then laid her head against the tree trunk to watch as the little camp awoke. Dragons materialized from every corner, shelves hidden behind moss and little hideaways in ancient dead trees, and the clearing came to life to greet the day.

Tristen methodically scraped mud and rotten wood from her fur and the spaces between her talons in a little brook by the clearing, curiously watching a pair of young dragons tussle playfully. A soft-spoken dark dragon who seemed to glow with an inner blue light quietly showed her to a patch of edible mushrooms, and she picked some in companionable silence with another huge gaoler whose massive claws were oddly delicate in snipping the stems of each mushroom. One dragon Tristen spoke to had eyes like miniature suns and another had no eyes at all. It was a beautiful place full of strange and kind dragons, but Tristen knew she couldn't stay.

As the sun reached its apex, Tristen filled her bag with supplies and crossed the clearing to thank the gaoler who had saved her. She merely cracked open a forest-green eye to rumble, "You have good deeds yet to accomplish. Go on, child. When you leave this place, you won't return, but that will be for the best. Find your brother; he needs you."

Tristen bowed her head. It seemed only right in the presence of this being. "I will."

The sunlight led her paws from the forest, and sunset cast her in blood-orange as she stepped free of the woods and at long last raised her head to the gilded sun.

Onward.}

The Three Factions^TBD

The Forgotten Archive^TBD

The Clan of the Shadowless^{tristen’s home lair, her clan which she has chosen to rest her head until she can do it no longer. the tundra is worn out & damn near broken down by how much she’s traveled, let alone how much she’s fought. she has recorded most of her adventures but there is far & few in between which she can’t recall. she found her way to this clan after being on “exalt row” where she met myself and sparrow. tristen now has the chance to thrive and got nursed back to health because kealan taking her to the place that was her proverbial & literal last chance.}}

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Lairs Visited^{Strukla #90706 -

PuffinSweater #223533 - Pearl’s Rescue HQ

KealantheDeer #548763 - Hidden Breeze Clan

Levengale #171210 - Clan Kaishal

Dragonnling #536814 - The Immortals

Zeno123 #206951 - The Three Factions

Inkfrog #546245 - The Forgotten Archives

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Uh-oh! looks like this floofy sweetheart wandered a little too far from her birth lair! she became a traveling dragon after meeting, (KealantheDeer #548763), on her way to go out on her first adventure, not knowing they were exactly that, and now she's off to see the world! she’s always happy to visit or get a visit from her friends and ex-lairmates! kealan was the one who first introduced her to Dragons Off To See The World, and to the rest hub. both of those are places where she has made many relationships and met other kind travellers akin to her. fortunately, she is now in retirement in her brand new home lair with Lynz and the Clan of the Shadowless. she gets much rest up in her canopy atop the tallest tree near the watch tower. it’s covered in shrubs and brush which makes it nearly soundproof to the outside world. if there’s any news in the clan someone sends it up in a pulley system which leads directly to the pot that Garbanzo, her familiar, likes to rest in, whilst his companion, Tristen, is sound asleep.

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