Iker
(#64708326)
Level 1 Fae
Bloodbath
Giant White Toridae
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Male Fae
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
1.41 m
Wingspan
0.78 m
Weight
1.88 kg
Genetics
Blood
Petals
Petals
Blood
Butterfly
Butterfly
Sanguine
Smoke
Smoke
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Fae
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
4
AGI
5
DEF
4
QCK
9
INT
9
VIT
4
MND
9
Biography
originally got as a skydancer
future lore notes:
- Very quiet usually people forgets he's there or speaks
- When bothered he gets very angry it's an issue he wants to work on
- Keeps to themself alot
- Doesn't like to contribute
- enjoys reading and has a library in his cell.
- Somewhat talks to smirch and they exchange problems between each other and annoying things that happen. They are close and he talks to her about things he hates.
- has a really..really..really deep handsome voice...
FUTURE OUTFIT:
I don’t need all the apparel however I want the hair and earrings
iker
By @/fatesong
Rose encrusted
The happiest of dragons are usually the saddest inside
Patches: hey how ya’ll-
iker: *RABID NOISES*
Patches: SCREEECH GET UR ****** DOG BI-
Smirch: it don’t bite
Patches: YES IT DO
written by @/TacoTequila
The Scarred Wasteland, a land which reeks of death and the floor is as red as the blood which flow through the veins of dragons, bones were scattered at every sight and infection hung high in the air, alongside decay. This harsh nearly inhabitable land was not made for the weak, and it was never a welcoming site for those who travelled down the area if they even got out alive. To the naked eye it may look like no form of life occupies the land, yet many do, they are just hidden amongst the red plains. Each inhabitant had learnt and adapted to the harsh life of the Plague, and as time went by, it seemingly got easier. In the creek known as the Abiding Boneyard; lived two clans, known as the Ravengers and the Scavengers. They have both been there for many centuries, created at the time the deity of the Scarred Wasteland was finishing the creation of the land. The two clans were allied to each other at first, respecting the borders of each land and when times were rough, gave each other a helping hand. But as the clans grew, the greed for more territory and more food expanded, and when neither would lend their own possessions to the other, the once peace treaty was torn into shreds and war broke out between the two. Even after several centuries, fights and arguments snapped constantly, and the tension got worse as time went on.
Was a warm evening when in the Ravengers clan, a clutch of three eggs were hatching. They cracked and pipped, until one of them popped out, then a second, and finally the third. Iker hatched on that evening, alongside his sister and brother. They all held a similar physic, bright red eyes lighting up their faces and bloodshot red colours covering their bodies. The only difference was Iker was the only fae in clutch, his siblings were Skydancers. Compared to them, he was weak and frail, while they were strong already and much larger than him. It didn’t take long for Ines and Izaiah to be already out the nest, admiring the world around them and especially their parents. They lankily dragged their small little bodies towards their parents, who were sitting not far away with pride. The small Iker tried his best to get out his nest, the further they went the more distressed he got, the more he squeaked. His mother noticed him struggling to get out and quickly help him out with her nose, carefully placing him on the floor. She helped him get to his siblings, and they all played, as the parents watched with pride.
Time flew by as they grew up, their parents always treated them with love and taught them everything they could about life, and survival in the Plague, alongside teaching them about the ways of the Ravengers Clan. They told them the history of the clans, the hatred which broke out on between the two and the stories of the deities and such. They were surprised as they were growing up, Iker became the most talkative and energetic, he always loved to listen to their stories and would always comment out loud when he felt it was necessary. He always hung out with his brother and his sister, even if she mostly kept to herself. The brothers would always make mischief and go on all kinds of adventures, then coming back to tell the family all about them.
As they grew older, their parents introduced them to the land outside, teaching them out to hunt and such. They all admired the land, flabbergasted by its ugly beauty. They found interest in the plants, and the animals who walked the land. They were shown the border; and the, introduced to the hunting parties and the patrolling ones. When they finally reached the age to be allowed to hunt, Iker often went out and came back with plenty of food. His hunting tactics were clumsy, yet his colour camouflaged him, his small size hid him even better and his energy it was drove him to catch everything he saw moving. He loved talking about how he’d done it and such, and the others would gladly listen. Iker was always a joy to be around.
It was a particularly good day, when Iker and his brother went out hunting together for fun. Even if Izaiah matured a lot since their younger ages, the two still had plenty of fun by creating mischief, plying childish games, and hunting together. The brother caught much more prey, as he was much stronger and coordinated in his movements then Iker was. The day was a good one, but quickly turned sour when Iker woke up to the yelling of the clan, he looked outside to see the camp in flames as dragons fought and blood was spilt. In fear he hid himself in a small hidden crevice in the den, one that he always hid in when they use to play hide-n-seek and that only he could fit it. He closed his eyes and only heard the fighting going on outside, but when he opened his eyes, he saw the scene of his brother fighting another dragon. Iker realized he was losing and wanted to go save him, help him, he tried to push himself to move but his body wouldn’t budge. Fear stuck him in place and all he could do was wheep silently as he watched the Scavenger end the life of his brother in vain. It felt like hours before he heard nothing and that the fighting was over, only the noise of the last crackling fires and the soft breeze broke the silence. It took him awhile to force himself out the hole, and when he did, he was greeted by a scene of absolute morbidity.
His clanmates were entirely gone, the Scavengers had grown immensely, and they were tired of the tension between the two clans, they needed more food and wanted more territory, so they finally fell to the greed and sabotaged the clan during the night. Iker went numb at the scene, every member of the clan was truly gone, everything ever built was burnt down or destroyed, and nothing was left. What hurt him the most though, was seeing his two parents lying in front the entrance to their now mostly destroyed den, in an attempt to protect their home. Seeing his brother gone felt like a punch to the gut, as it wasn’t long ago, they were happy together. He was about to cry when he looked around and didn’t see the body of his sister in sight, he hoped that she had escaped to safety and didn’t fall into the same fate as their parents and brother. He knew that he’d have to follow his sister’s steps and leave, and so he grabbed what he felt was precious to him, then sat down thinking where to go. He remembered his parents telling him about the Wandering Contagion, it was the safest place to head for. In return thought, he knew he’d have to travel through the Scavenger’s territory, but he had no other choice, as the other way led to the Rotrock Wim which would just leave him with a painful death. And so, Ikar said his last goodbyes before travelling away, towards the Wandering Contagion. It was only when he started walking did the swelled-up gash on his leg, probably done when he threw himself into the small hiding spot. So, with a limp, he went on, to travel throughout the land, to reach safety.
Days past as he travelled through the territory, his injury got worse as the time past by, but he continued on, not wanting to stop here. Iker was lucky up until now, he had crossed no patrols of his path, but was soon stopped short when a patrolling group spotted him and recognized him as a threat on their territory. They yelled at him to halt, but in a panic, Iker took off into the sky as he couldn’t run with his injured leg. He wasn’t the best flyer and especially with his leg, he was unbalanced. The patrolling group quickly went after him, much speedier than he is. Iker dodged to the best of his possibilities, flying left, right, up, and down, avoiding their attacks to the best of his abilities. His small size gave him advantage, but he was tiering quickly. As he was about to dodge another, one of them were able to bite his wing and with a scream of pain, he watched as the world fell around him, he thought this was his end, before plunging into total darkness.
Several hours later, instead of waking up in the hard soil, he found himself in a hole under a massive tree trunk, laying on a soft plant with fire crackling beside him and some food on the ground. He was hungry and he quickly ate up the food, flinching as his leg stung from the pain. When he was finished, he looked around, confused as to where he was. From the entrance a Giant White Toridae creeped towards him, he thought the reptile would attack, but instead was pleasantly surprised when he dropped a letter in front of him and went back to the entrance, guarding it. He opened it and read through it. It was a letter from another fae called Smirch, she described that she found him lying unconscious in a pitiful state. She ended up dragging him to a hole and taking the time to heal up the injuries. She also left him some food and such that she didn’t eat, as he looked quite starved. Birch explained the giant white Toridae was there to protect him, and once he felt ready to follow the reptile as he’d guide him to a “safe hive.”. Iker was confused about so much happening in such a short amount of time, but he did look at his injuries. Herbs and a sort of plaster was put on them, to keep them protected. The fae knew he had no other choice than to trust this “Smirch” fae, and so he did. He crawled out the hole, and the instant he did so, the Toridae was already going off.
Weeks passed by as they continued, his wounds were getting better and they were getting further away from the home. He realized that they were going the opposite way he was originally going too, and instead going towards Rotrock Rim, he held no complaints and simply followed the creature. Iker tried his best to hunt, but most days the Toridea would help him, getting food for both him and the fae. Iker, his energetic and boisterous self was completely gone, he became silent and more into himself, and was very wary of others. He felt comforted by the Toridae thought, even if they never spoke. Finally, the day came where they arrived, and Iker stopped in his tracks as a massive hive stood in front of them, it was quite hidden, yet still obvious. The Toridae clambered right in and Iker followed him closely behind. They soon found themselves both in front of a door, the Toridae jumped into it, in an attempt to knock. It creaked open and out came a fae, supposedly “Smirch”. Smirch didn’t recognize Iker at first, but he took out the letter and instantly she remembered. She laughed and surprised he wasn’t dead; he didn’t take to nicely to that joke. Smirch was glad to see him better and introduced him to the place, explaining that he seemed like he had no home so that why he invited him here, and was proud when she guessed right. She brought him to a cell which had no faes in it, it was empty with nothing but pleasant decorations and a library leaning up against the wall with many books inside of it. It used to be owned by another fae, but they left to live another life somewhere else with his new family, and so Birch decided he could have it. He thanked her silently and he was left alone in his new cell, impressed by its size, and looks.
Iker settled in quite well, after several days he finished decorating it to how he wanted to and was happy in his new home. He was able to acquire himself new clothing and used some of it to hide his scars. During the days he worked, Smirch helped him decorate and helped him about, after a little while he opened up to her, introducing himself, and they began to become somewhat friends. Smirch talked to him, and most of the time he’d reply through actions or little noises, but some days he’d speak. He preferred Smirch to the other faes and would get annoyed when they’d disturb him or bothered him. Iker found comfort in reading, he still had that childhood love of learning things, and so he’d read for many days. The Toridae only sat beside him silently, never bothering him. He never changed his attitude, he barely spoke and always kept to himself, when someone tried to prod at him from where he came from, he snapped at them. He didn’t like talking or thinking about what happened back there. He’d happily spend his days in his cell reading and being with himself.
Iker had lost everything, but yet now he regained many things, in the warmth and safety of the hive. He felt much happier.
Was a warm evening when in the Ravengers clan, a clutch of three eggs were hatching. They cracked and pipped, until one of them popped out, then a second, and finally the third. Iker hatched on that evening, alongside his sister and brother. They all held a similar physic, bright red eyes lighting up their faces and bloodshot red colours covering their bodies. The only difference was Iker was the only fae in clutch, his siblings were Skydancers. Compared to them, he was weak and frail, while they were strong already and much larger than him. It didn’t take long for Ines and Izaiah to be already out the nest, admiring the world around them and especially their parents. They lankily dragged their small little bodies towards their parents, who were sitting not far away with pride. The small Iker tried his best to get out his nest, the further they went the more distressed he got, the more he squeaked. His mother noticed him struggling to get out and quickly help him out with her nose, carefully placing him on the floor. She helped him get to his siblings, and they all played, as the parents watched with pride.
Time flew by as they grew up, their parents always treated them with love and taught them everything they could about life, and survival in the Plague, alongside teaching them about the ways of the Ravengers Clan. They told them the history of the clans, the hatred which broke out on between the two and the stories of the deities and such. They were surprised as they were growing up, Iker became the most talkative and energetic, he always loved to listen to their stories and would always comment out loud when he felt it was necessary. He always hung out with his brother and his sister, even if she mostly kept to herself. The brothers would always make mischief and go on all kinds of adventures, then coming back to tell the family all about them.
As they grew older, their parents introduced them to the land outside, teaching them out to hunt and such. They all admired the land, flabbergasted by its ugly beauty. They found interest in the plants, and the animals who walked the land. They were shown the border; and the, introduced to the hunting parties and the patrolling ones. When they finally reached the age to be allowed to hunt, Iker often went out and came back with plenty of food. His hunting tactics were clumsy, yet his colour camouflaged him, his small size hid him even better and his energy it was drove him to catch everything he saw moving. He loved talking about how he’d done it and such, and the others would gladly listen. Iker was always a joy to be around.
It was a particularly good day, when Iker and his brother went out hunting together for fun. Even if Izaiah matured a lot since their younger ages, the two still had plenty of fun by creating mischief, plying childish games, and hunting together. The brother caught much more prey, as he was much stronger and coordinated in his movements then Iker was. The day was a good one, but quickly turned sour when Iker woke up to the yelling of the clan, he looked outside to see the camp in flames as dragons fought and blood was spilt. In fear he hid himself in a small hidden crevice in the den, one that he always hid in when they use to play hide-n-seek and that only he could fit it. He closed his eyes and only heard the fighting going on outside, but when he opened his eyes, he saw the scene of his brother fighting another dragon. Iker realized he was losing and wanted to go save him, help him, he tried to push himself to move but his body wouldn’t budge. Fear stuck him in place and all he could do was wheep silently as he watched the Scavenger end the life of his brother in vain. It felt like hours before he heard nothing and that the fighting was over, only the noise of the last crackling fires and the soft breeze broke the silence. It took him awhile to force himself out the hole, and when he did, he was greeted by a scene of absolute morbidity.
His clanmates were entirely gone, the Scavengers had grown immensely, and they were tired of the tension between the two clans, they needed more food and wanted more territory, so they finally fell to the greed and sabotaged the clan during the night. Iker went numb at the scene, every member of the clan was truly gone, everything ever built was burnt down or destroyed, and nothing was left. What hurt him the most though, was seeing his two parents lying in front the entrance to their now mostly destroyed den, in an attempt to protect their home. Seeing his brother gone felt like a punch to the gut, as it wasn’t long ago, they were happy together. He was about to cry when he looked around and didn’t see the body of his sister in sight, he hoped that she had escaped to safety and didn’t fall into the same fate as their parents and brother. He knew that he’d have to follow his sister’s steps and leave, and so he grabbed what he felt was precious to him, then sat down thinking where to go. He remembered his parents telling him about the Wandering Contagion, it was the safest place to head for. In return thought, he knew he’d have to travel through the Scavenger’s territory, but he had no other choice, as the other way led to the Rotrock Wim which would just leave him with a painful death. And so, Ikar said his last goodbyes before travelling away, towards the Wandering Contagion. It was only when he started walking did the swelled-up gash on his leg, probably done when he threw himself into the small hiding spot. So, with a limp, he went on, to travel throughout the land, to reach safety.
Days past as he travelled through the territory, his injury got worse as the time past by, but he continued on, not wanting to stop here. Iker was lucky up until now, he had crossed no patrols of his path, but was soon stopped short when a patrolling group spotted him and recognized him as a threat on their territory. They yelled at him to halt, but in a panic, Iker took off into the sky as he couldn’t run with his injured leg. He wasn’t the best flyer and especially with his leg, he was unbalanced. The patrolling group quickly went after him, much speedier than he is. Iker dodged to the best of his possibilities, flying left, right, up, and down, avoiding their attacks to the best of his abilities. His small size gave him advantage, but he was tiering quickly. As he was about to dodge another, one of them were able to bite his wing and with a scream of pain, he watched as the world fell around him, he thought this was his end, before plunging into total darkness.
Several hours later, instead of waking up in the hard soil, he found himself in a hole under a massive tree trunk, laying on a soft plant with fire crackling beside him and some food on the ground. He was hungry and he quickly ate up the food, flinching as his leg stung from the pain. When he was finished, he looked around, confused as to where he was. From the entrance a Giant White Toridae creeped towards him, he thought the reptile would attack, but instead was pleasantly surprised when he dropped a letter in front of him and went back to the entrance, guarding it. He opened it and read through it. It was a letter from another fae called Smirch, she described that she found him lying unconscious in a pitiful state. She ended up dragging him to a hole and taking the time to heal up the injuries. She also left him some food and such that she didn’t eat, as he looked quite starved. Birch explained the giant white Toridae was there to protect him, and once he felt ready to follow the reptile as he’d guide him to a “safe hive.”. Iker was confused about so much happening in such a short amount of time, but he did look at his injuries. Herbs and a sort of plaster was put on them, to keep them protected. The fae knew he had no other choice than to trust this “Smirch” fae, and so he did. He crawled out the hole, and the instant he did so, the Toridae was already going off.
Weeks passed by as they continued, his wounds were getting better and they were getting further away from the home. He realized that they were going the opposite way he was originally going too, and instead going towards Rotrock Rim, he held no complaints and simply followed the creature. Iker tried his best to hunt, but most days the Toridea would help him, getting food for both him and the fae. Iker, his energetic and boisterous self was completely gone, he became silent and more into himself, and was very wary of others. He felt comforted by the Toridae thought, even if they never spoke. Finally, the day came where they arrived, and Iker stopped in his tracks as a massive hive stood in front of them, it was quite hidden, yet still obvious. The Toridae clambered right in and Iker followed him closely behind. They soon found themselves both in front of a door, the Toridae jumped into it, in an attempt to knock. It creaked open and out came a fae, supposedly “Smirch”. Smirch didn’t recognize Iker at first, but he took out the letter and instantly she remembered. She laughed and surprised he wasn’t dead; he didn’t take to nicely to that joke. Smirch was glad to see him better and introduced him to the place, explaining that he seemed like he had no home so that why he invited him here, and was proud when she guessed right. She brought him to a cell which had no faes in it, it was empty with nothing but pleasant decorations and a library leaning up against the wall with many books inside of it. It used to be owned by another fae, but they left to live another life somewhere else with his new family, and so Birch decided he could have it. He thanked her silently and he was left alone in his new cell, impressed by its size, and looks.
Iker settled in quite well, after several days he finished decorating it to how he wanted to and was happy in his new home. He was able to acquire himself new clothing and used some of it to hide his scars. During the days he worked, Smirch helped him decorate and helped him about, after a little while he opened up to her, introducing himself, and they began to become somewhat friends. Smirch talked to him, and most of the time he’d reply through actions or little noises, but some days he’d speak. He preferred Smirch to the other faes and would get annoyed when they’d disturb him or bothered him. Iker found comfort in reading, he still had that childhood love of learning things, and so he’d read for many days. The Toridae only sat beside him silently, never bothering him. He never changed his attitude, he barely spoke and always kept to himself, when someone tried to prod at him from where he came from, he snapped at them. He didn’t like talking or thinking about what happened back there. He’d happily spend his days in his cell reading and being with himself.
Iker had lost everything, but yet now he regained many things, in the warmth and safety of the hive. He felt much happier.
Going feral wrote:
Patches: hey how ya’ll- iker: *RABID NOISES* Patches: SCREEECH GET UR ****** DOG BI- Smirch: it don’t bite Patches: YES IT DO
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