Dylan
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Dead Drakes Tell No Tales. (G2 Imp)
Figurehead
Molten Marauder
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Fire.
Male Imperial
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
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Measurements
Length
22.75 m
Wingspan
15.53 m
Weight
6192.49 kg
Genetics
Gold
Cherub
Cherub
Navy
Shimmer
Shimmer
Eggplant
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
Impulse buy of the century cos I am idjit, 300g from RainbowMoe's lair. Kinda funky looking G2 Imp, but I got an boy to go with Transmissions finally :D Lesee if we can get you some fiery colours eh? You were the same price as my first G2 I think? I might name you Calcifer or something. Unless you go all green with a goldy tert, because then you can be Shenron.
UPDATE: Haha, seratonin levels go brrr. Well, one colour out of three is good enough! And uhhhh yeah, Pirate. Water > Fire but oh well. Still gonna get absolutely spoilt rotten though. Named after one of the characters in a tale of the Mabinogian, some of the earliest prose stories of the literature of Britain.
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waves dashing upon the beach is the expression of their longing to avenge their son."
In Wales, Dylan is one of the most popular traditional Welsh names for boys. Dylan's rock is located north of the Church of St Beuno's Church at Clynnog Fawr on the seashore, which must be on or near the location of his grave as told in Englynion y Beddau (Stanzas of the Grave) of the Black book of Carmarthen xxxii.
UPDATE: Haha, seratonin levels go brrr. Well, one colour out of three is good enough! And uhhhh yeah, Pirate. Water > Fire but oh well. Still gonna get absolutely spoilt rotten though. Named after one of the characters in a tale of the Mabinogian, some of the earliest prose stories of the literature of Britain.
The Molten Maren wrote:
JOLLY ROGER: Front-facing dragon (Imp) skull above two crossed cutlasses. The skull has a light blue mane that resembles ocean waves.
SHIP SPECS: Triple-masted Galleon with lateen and square rigged sails. Fitted with an iron hull to withstand the environment of Blacksand Annex. Armed with thirty-two 12 pound cannons on the main and lower gun decks. Figurehead is of a Maren in a similar state to the Molten Marauder familiar. The ship and its crew are speckled by a fine dusting of ash.
CAPTAIN: Bluemane - Aptly named for the blue locks he sports, this Rover of Sorniethian Waters is well known for his charm and ruthlessness. The Captain keeps his mane in fine order, brushing and oiling it daily. Those who live an encounter with the Captain say they and their crewmates saw a flash of blue through the smoke before being boarded.
SHIP SPECS: Triple-masted Galleon with lateen and square rigged sails. Fitted with an iron hull to withstand the environment of Blacksand Annex. Armed with thirty-two 12 pound cannons on the main and lower gun decks. Figurehead is of a Maren in a similar state to the Molten Marauder familiar. The ship and its crew are speckled by a fine dusting of ash.
CAPTAIN: Bluemane - Aptly named for the blue locks he sports, this Rover of Sorniethian Waters is well known for his charm and ruthlessness. The Captain keeps his mane in fine order, brushing and oiling it daily. Those who live an encounter with the Captain say they and their crewmates saw a flash of blue through the smoke before being boarded.
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Dylan was born to a loving noble family on the mainland, though he was never contented with his lot. The power he wielded was far too sterile and clinical. He thirsted for the kind of power you could only take from someone by force, at the end of a blade. So, he ran away from home and joined a crew bound for the Annex. His parrot is Fletcher, the former captain’s surname. They were usurped in a mutiny led by Dylan himself. Dylan held great admiration for the old captain and felt regret in ending them, thus he treats the parrot with great affection. Ultimately though, Dylan saw its namesake as an obstacle between him and what he wanted most - command over a crew that would cement his days as a namby-pamby noble six feet under. The former captain did not know Dylan's origins when they’d taken him under their wing, but they were collateral. So, Dylan had to put them out of commission…permanently.
~*~ Image is EVERYTHING to Bluemane, from his appearance to his tyrannical activities. Image is so important that he’s told everyone around him he wasn’t born a noble. No, he was born into poverty. He unleashed his potential out of necessity, hard work and opportunity. Just. Like. Them. Any risk to this carefully constructed image feeds into the delusion that he’ll lose the respect and fear he’s worked so hard to cultivate. Why should he be honest with himself? Pirates by nature are dishonest. He is a Pirate, always has been and always will BE - a cutlass wielding, teeth bearing scourge of the sea! If any of the crew find out he’s been lying, they'll be keelhauled. The end always justifies the means, even if he has to lie to himself the hardest of all. |
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Poem by Me. Bio template by Mibella, find it here.
ORIGINAL LOOK: Starmap, Consellation, Peacock
COMPLETED: 1st of September 2020 (Glimmer scroll obtained)
COMPLETED: 1st of September 2020 (Glimmer scroll obtained)
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SCATTER JOURNEY:
START: Fern/Pistachio/Lead
START: Fern/Pistachio/Lead
Spring/Denim/Amethyst
Eldritch/Terracotta/Copper
Cornflower/Honey/Strawberry
Emerald/Peridot/Mist
Sable/Crocodile/Mauve
Lapis/Rose/Platinum
Sapphire/Coal/Cottoncandy
Seafoam/Tomato/Hunter
Purple/Taupe/Ginger
Eggplant/Slate/Forest
Midnight/Strawberry/Green
Eldritch/Terracotta/Copper
Cornflower/Honey/Strawberry
Emerald/Peridot/Mist
Sable/Crocodile/Mauve
Lapis/Rose/Platinum
Sapphire/Coal/Cottoncandy
Seafoam/Tomato/Hunter
Purple/Taupe/Ginger
Eggplant/Slate/Forest
Midnight/Strawberry/Green
END: Gold/Navy/Eggplant
Desol wrote on 2020-08-31:
Exchanging remarks with Fletcher, neither willing to let the other have the last word; a slammed fist on the table and that sudden awkward silence; giving commands to the crew, smooth talk and cheery laughter; glaring at your ceiling, locking the bedroom door so you don't unleash your anger on the crew; Fletcher flying to your shoulder, sharp claws clutching at you, beating wings reminding you to breathe; brooding at the bar in smoky inns; dancing the night away, away, into a blissful whirl and nothing is real anymore.
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Hyzenthlaay wrote on 2020-09-09 08:48:58:
TAROT READINGS
“Dylan huh? Not exactly a name that rolls off of a dragon’s tongue.”
Echonym had a penchant for teasing his captors, of which he had many over his lifetime. Pirates had, admittedly, never been on that particular list, but there was a first time for everything. Whether this encounter ended with the hulking imperial slitting his throat or taking the audacious fae back to his personal quarters was a mere matter of fate, one that Echonym felt comfortable rolling the dice on.
A few threats and bargains later, Echonym had, in fact, been ushered into 'Dylan's' personal quarters, which was noticeably more flattering than the dungeons he had originally been tied up within. He was pleased to have been taken as loot by a genuine pirate, the likes of which roamed nowhere near the high spires of the Crystalspine Reaches, his original home, yet slightly insulted that they would keep a prize like himself in such decrepit conditions. Dylan’s space, swelling with gold and precious gems, as well as a generous amount of amber decal in line with the whole 'Molten Maren' theme, was much more suited to the fae. He let this be known loudly, both when tied up below and when he had been thrown onto the imperial’s back in transportation above. During all of this, the imperial had said little past his name. A dragon of few words. Echonym could respect that.
“Still, Dylan. It’s a handsome name.”
The imperial again said nothing, but instead pulled forward a small, plain rucksack. Echonym smiled. His belongings always found how to return home to him.
“These are yours, yes?” the pirate asked, stern as ever, and knowing full well that they could be no other derg’s - they had pulled the sack off of the fae when taking him into their custody. Some of the rowdier crew members had wanted to use the item as a makeshift kickball, but seeing the value in leverage, Dylan had kept the item to himself.
“Indeed. You have a keen eye for treasures, I take it.”
“There are tarot cards inside. Read me for your freedom.” He tossed the bag into the fae’s lap, who could not catch it - still adjusting to his newfound mobility.
Again, straight to the point. One of his favorite traits in a gentleman. Echonym could almost swoon. But he did not, doing as he was told. He withdrew the cards from their sheath and began the process that he knew best.
“This is a simple three-card spread, known as past-present-future. The first card represents your past. The second, your present. I’ll let you guess what the third represents. It’s one of the more expansive readings available to a dragon, and now, I offer it to you.”
“In your past, we see the Queen of Pentacles.”
Indeed, there is a well-dressed spiral dragon depicted, looking somewhat like a fairy tale princess - at her feet are a herd of white rabbits, and her head is blessed with long blonde locks. Dandelions have poked up between her claws, and one has been plucked out of the ground to reside behind her ear. Her eyes, however, are somewhat steely.
“The Queen of Pentacles, representing so-called ‘feminine’ stability - a healthy home, for example, or a nurturing environment. To have this in your past, I would wager that you are not the same as your fellows. Your background isn’t one of in-and-out orphanages, or poverty. I wouldn’t say you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth by any measure, but you were brought up with all four feet on the ground, and you grew from that. A mother and a father behind you, at the very least. What made you choose the chaotic life of a sailor? Ah - don’t answer. I’ll find out soon enough.”
“In the present, we see the Seven of Pentacles, the card of skill-building and perseverance.”
A guardian sits dutifully, surrounded by six round shields. He holds a hammer in one hand and the seventh shield in another - cracked down the middle.
“There is a goal that you are working towards, one that you feel ill-equipped to face. It’s a persistent goal despite your lackings, one that colored your upbringing and dominates your mind to the current day. No matter how large it may be, it is one you feel personally tasked with facing.”
“Finally, in the future, we see the Ten of Wands.”
Another spiral dragon is depicted on this card, but this one is over encumbered with ten sticks larger than it. It is attempting to fly, but cannot lift itself off of the ground under the weight of its burden.
“The Ten of Wands appearing in your future is, frankly, nothing short of a warning. It is a card of overload, overcommitment, overburden. Even the hardest of work needs to be occasionally abstained from, and in most circumstances, can be mitigated into much smaller tasks - have you considered splitting your ‘wands’ amongst your crewmates?”
“Taking these all together, I see that you are a dragon with a rather comfortable history. Perhaps you overcompensate for this in your rigor and anger, pushing yourself into piratehood as a means to shake up the blandness you had come to known. You wonder if it was a selfish decision on your part - all your crewmates come from far more dire circumstances than you, with little other choice to escape the cycle of poverty and misery but joining up with you. Even the previous captain didn’t know the truth about your upbringing. So day in, day out, you push your limits. You plunder, capture, kill, soaked in so much destruction that no one could dare think of limiting questions such as ‘where did he come from, anyway?’ And it’s a small thing, you figure. Not that big of a deal. Why even bother hiding it? But as much as you tell yourself that, it’s not true, is it? You do care, and you think your crew will care. Everyday it weighs you down just a little bit more, until you’re as sunken as the people you’ve run overboard.”
“Now, as fun as this has been, can I be released soon? I have word of a feast in the area soon that I would like to attend. Unless of course you’d like to be my plus one-okay, okay, put away the cutlass, I’m leaving!”
“Dylan huh? Not exactly a name that rolls off of a dragon’s tongue.”
Echonym had a penchant for teasing his captors, of which he had many over his lifetime. Pirates had, admittedly, never been on that particular list, but there was a first time for everything. Whether this encounter ended with the hulking imperial slitting his throat or taking the audacious fae back to his personal quarters was a mere matter of fate, one that Echonym felt comfortable rolling the dice on.
A few threats and bargains later, Echonym had, in fact, been ushered into 'Dylan's' personal quarters, which was noticeably more flattering than the dungeons he had originally been tied up within. He was pleased to have been taken as loot by a genuine pirate, the likes of which roamed nowhere near the high spires of the Crystalspine Reaches, his original home, yet slightly insulted that they would keep a prize like himself in such decrepit conditions. Dylan’s space, swelling with gold and precious gems, as well as a generous amount of amber decal in line with the whole 'Molten Maren' theme, was much more suited to the fae. He let this be known loudly, both when tied up below and when he had been thrown onto the imperial’s back in transportation above. During all of this, the imperial had said little past his name. A dragon of few words. Echonym could respect that.
“Still, Dylan. It’s a handsome name.”
The imperial again said nothing, but instead pulled forward a small, plain rucksack. Echonym smiled. His belongings always found how to return home to him.
“These are yours, yes?” the pirate asked, stern as ever, and knowing full well that they could be no other derg’s - they had pulled the sack off of the fae when taking him into their custody. Some of the rowdier crew members had wanted to use the item as a makeshift kickball, but seeing the value in leverage, Dylan had kept the item to himself.
“Indeed. You have a keen eye for treasures, I take it.”
“There are tarot cards inside. Read me for your freedom.” He tossed the bag into the fae’s lap, who could not catch it - still adjusting to his newfound mobility.
Again, straight to the point. One of his favorite traits in a gentleman. Echonym could almost swoon. But he did not, doing as he was told. He withdrew the cards from their sheath and began the process that he knew best.
“This is a simple three-card spread, known as past-present-future. The first card represents your past. The second, your present. I’ll let you guess what the third represents. It’s one of the more expansive readings available to a dragon, and now, I offer it to you.”
“In your past, we see the Queen of Pentacles.”
Indeed, there is a well-dressed spiral dragon depicted, looking somewhat like a fairy tale princess - at her feet are a herd of white rabbits, and her head is blessed with long blonde locks. Dandelions have poked up between her claws, and one has been plucked out of the ground to reside behind her ear. Her eyes, however, are somewhat steely.
“The Queen of Pentacles, representing so-called ‘feminine’ stability - a healthy home, for example, or a nurturing environment. To have this in your past, I would wager that you are not the same as your fellows. Your background isn’t one of in-and-out orphanages, or poverty. I wouldn’t say you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth by any measure, but you were brought up with all four feet on the ground, and you grew from that. A mother and a father behind you, at the very least. What made you choose the chaotic life of a sailor? Ah - don’t answer. I’ll find out soon enough.”
“In the present, we see the Seven of Pentacles, the card of skill-building and perseverance.”
A guardian sits dutifully, surrounded by six round shields. He holds a hammer in one hand and the seventh shield in another - cracked down the middle.
“There is a goal that you are working towards, one that you feel ill-equipped to face. It’s a persistent goal despite your lackings, one that colored your upbringing and dominates your mind to the current day. No matter how large it may be, it is one you feel personally tasked with facing.”
“Finally, in the future, we see the Ten of Wands.”
Another spiral dragon is depicted on this card, but this one is over encumbered with ten sticks larger than it. It is attempting to fly, but cannot lift itself off of the ground under the weight of its burden.
“The Ten of Wands appearing in your future is, frankly, nothing short of a warning. It is a card of overload, overcommitment, overburden. Even the hardest of work needs to be occasionally abstained from, and in most circumstances, can be mitigated into much smaller tasks - have you considered splitting your ‘wands’ amongst your crewmates?”
“Taking these all together, I see that you are a dragon with a rather comfortable history. Perhaps you overcompensate for this in your rigor and anger, pushing yourself into piratehood as a means to shake up the blandness you had come to known. You wonder if it was a selfish decision on your part - all your crewmates come from far more dire circumstances than you, with little other choice to escape the cycle of poverty and misery but joining up with you. Even the previous captain didn’t know the truth about your upbringing. So day in, day out, you push your limits. You plunder, capture, kill, soaked in so much destruction that no one could dare think of limiting questions such as ‘where did he come from, anyway?’ And it’s a small thing, you figure. Not that big of a deal. Why even bother hiding it? But as much as you tell yourself that, it’s not true, is it? You do care, and you think your crew will care. Everyday it weighs you down just a little bit more, until you’re as sunken as the people you’ve run overboard.”
“Now, as fun as this has been, can I be released soon? I have word of a feast in the area soon that I would like to attend. Unless of course you’d like to be my plus one-okay, okay, put away the cutlass, I’m leaving!”
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Dylan ail Don (Welsh pronunciation: [ˈdəlan ˈail ˈdɔn]), also seen in other translated languages as Dylan Eil Ton (in Middle Welsh), Dylan O'Taine, Dylan ElTon, Dylan Aldon, and Dylan Ui Dan) is a character in the Welsh mythic Mabinogion tales, particularly in the fourth tale, "Math fab Mathonwy". The story of Dylan reflects ancient Celtic myths that were handed down orally for some generations before being written down during the early Christian period by clerics. The story as it has been preserved therefore exhibits elements and archetypes characteristic of both Celtic pagan and Christian mythologies. His name translates as "Dylan the Second Wave", referring to him as being the second born (ail don meaning "second wave") of Arianrhod. In some interpretations of legend, Dylan represents darkness while his twin brother Lleu Llaw Gyffes represents light. But the more common interpretation is that Dylan is a Welsh sea-god. Dylan was killed by his uncle, and it has been said that "The clamour of the |
In Wales, Dylan is one of the most popular traditional Welsh names for boys. Dylan's rock is located north of the Church of St Beuno's Church at Clynnog Fawr on the seashore, which must be on or near the location of his grave as told in Englynion y Beddau (Stanzas of the Grave) of the Black book of Carmarthen xxxii.
(Wikipedia)
The name Dylan means 'son of the sea', 'son of the wave', or 'born from the ocean'. According to Wikipedia though, the name wasn't popular till the poet Dylan Thomas came around.
According to surnames.behindthename.com, his surname is derived from the Old Norse byname Draki or the Old English byname Draca both meaning "dragon", both via Latin from Greek δράκων (drakon) meaning "dragon, serpent". This is fitting cos he is a dragon lmao.
According to surnames.behindthename.com, his surname is derived from the Old Norse byname Draki or the Old English byname Draca both meaning "dragon", both via Latin from Greek δράκων (drakon) meaning "dragon, serpent". This is fitting cos he is a dragon lmao.
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