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Thatcher

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Level 25 Wildclaw
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Male Wildclaw
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style

Apparel

Daisy Wing Garland
Kelly Green Spats
Viridian Tail Tatters
Kelly Green Locket
Forest Green Neck Wrap
Classy Ring
Veteran's Eye Scar

Skin

Accent: Wildcare

Scene

Scene: Cottage Garden

Measurements

Length
6.73 m
Wingspan
9.04 m
Weight
686.16 kg

Genetics

Primary Gene
Banana
Tapir
Banana
Tapir
Secondary Gene
Swamp
Stripes
Swamp
Stripes
Tertiary Gene
Tan
Capsule
Tan
Capsule

Hatchday

Hatchday
Nov 06, 2020
(3 years)

Breed

Breed
Adult
Wildclaw

Eye Type

Special Eye Type
Plague
Primal
Level 25 Wildclaw
Max Level
Scratch
Shred
STR
8
AGI
9
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
6

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

  • none

Biography

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THATCHER
Herbalist | Homemaker | Farmer

"Second chances are always available, so long as you have the will to take them."
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umwFr9h.gif History
He was chosen, they said.

Blessed in the Mother's image, Thatcher was celebrated as a good omen as soon as he was hatched from the egg. His life among the cult was privileged, both him and his parents praised among the other members. Since he looked so much like the Mother, the other members of his lair praised his parents highly for their pure devotion to her. Obviously only the most devout servants could produce a child so much like in her image.

Thatcher grew up in a large cult populated by only Wildclaws and devoted to perfecting themselves in the name of the Plaguemother. In the center of their lair was a bubbling pool of infectious liquid, made of grotesque organic tendrils and mutated spines. "The pool is important," the elders would tell him, looking at him with their scarred and pockmarked faces, "the pool is what weeds out the weak and blesses us with Her essence. We are chosen to take on this blessing, as our kind are the closest to Her."

For a while Thatcher lived this life without questioning, spared the most rigorous trails, as well as the Pool, since he was already "perfect" to the other cult members. He never had to anoint himself with the festering liquid, or suffer with illness for weeks all in the name of this Mother. He was praised as a perfect being while his family continuously suffered in order to "become stronger." Many died, including hatchlings. But he was too young to fully grasp why, and so he just did as he was told, letting his parents and other cult members direct him.

Eventually, he grew older, and in his adulthood grew very aware of the horrors around him. The element of Plague flowed through him intensely and yet...this all felt wrong. He couldn't understand why their life had to be a continuous cycle of illness and death. He had to make a choice, to figure out what he wanted to do with his life. He didn't want to stay in this place anymore. Didn't want to see more people subjected to that...Pool. And so one night, while everyone was sleeping, he tore into the pool, spilling out the contents and rendering the container useless. Before he could be discovered, he grabbed the four still-living hatchlings of the cult and took off into the night, never to return again.

Nature territory was a dream compared to his previous home, and as soon as he arrived, he knew this was the perfect place to settle down and raise up the hatchlings he rescued. A cave for his home, warm and teeming with life, and from locals he learned of a farmer nearby, someone who could teach him to cook better meals for his kids.

And so he arrived at his doorstep, damp from the rain and kids in tow, to start a new life.
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Orientation // Gay
-- Status // Taken

Age // 26
-- Birthday // November 6th

Partner // Malus

Number of Kids// 4
-- Names //

Personality // Soft spoken and self-conscious. Always willing to repay anyone for any small favor, even if the other person insists it isn't necessary. Due to his nature as a Plague dragon, he is very aware of the distrust others have of him, so he tries to work extra hard at helping others.
-- Likes // Working, helping others, medicine, reading, kids, baking
-- Dislikes // Violence, being idle, Plague territory, his eyes

Familiar // Vega
-- Role of familiar // A curious companion who joined him when he ran away from home.
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