Harminhauta
(#63857537)
Ruumiinmultaa vihmon sulle
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Energy: 47/50
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Personal Style
Hatchling dragons cannot wear apparel.
Scene
Measurements
Length
0.31 m
Wingspan
0.15 m
Weight
1.26 kg
Genetics
Clay
Pinstripe
Pinstripe
Black
Spinner
Spinner
Moon
Ghost
Ghost
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Spiral
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
8
DEF
6
QCK
8
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
5
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
Theme:
Nicknamed "Harmi"
His name consists of two finnish words, "harmi" and "hauta". It quite literally translates to shame's or nuisance's grave. Much to the hatchling's dismay, that's what the folks have been calling him for centuries.
Sweet, pathetic child just looking for a purpose. Having made the grim and lonely graveyard his home, do many dragons avoid him. The legend of Harmi goes, that if you come in contact with him, your bones will slowly rot.
It's not exactly known what he is. If he's dead, if he's alive, or if he's even a dragon at all. This little fella can be seen guarding the graves of those that have passed, seemingly always looking for company, for at least someone he could call his friend and play with. However, for seemingly centuries, his only friends have been nothing but ghosts.
He is seemingly bound to the area around the graveyard, almost like his source of existence radiates from there. The further he tries to wander, the more faded and ghostly he becomes, eventually leading into being nothing more but a silent, meek whisper in the wind.
His name consists of two finnish words, "harmi" and "hauta". It quite literally translates to shame's or nuisance's grave. Much to the hatchling's dismay, that's what the folks have been calling him for centuries.
Sweet, pathetic child just looking for a purpose. Having made the grim and lonely graveyard his home, do many dragons avoid him. The legend of Harmi goes, that if you come in contact with him, your bones will slowly rot.
It's not exactly known what he is. If he's dead, if he's alive, or if he's even a dragon at all. This little fella can be seen guarding the graves of those that have passed, seemingly always looking for company, for at least someone he could call his friend and play with. However, for seemingly centuries, his only friends have been nothing but ghosts.
He is seemingly bound to the area around the graveyard, almost like his source of existence radiates from there. The further he tries to wander, the more faded and ghostly he becomes, eventually leading into being nothing more but a silent, meek whisper in the wind.
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Quote:
"These creeping plants are driving me crazy. They consume me"
He looks like he's coming out of a cave where is dark and the plants won't let him go. And they has woody color scheme...
He looks like he's coming out of a cave where is dark and the plants won't let him go. And they has woody color scheme...
Quote:
Harminhauta looks like a fun and silly dragon but... he looks also sad inside. I not sure how to say that, but I have the feeling that I must lear to know him to understand his deepest trauma and support him.
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Exalting Harminhauta to the service of the Lightweaver will remove them from your lair forever. They will leave behind a small sum of riches that they have accumulated. This action is irreversible.
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