Pezizo
(#65193988)
Level 15 Skydancer
Amala
Sweetheart Swan
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Energy: 38/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Wind.
Male Skydancer
This dragon cannot breed until May 11, 2024 (13 days).
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Personal Style
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Measurements
Length
3.74 m
Wingspan
3.99 m
Weight
879.79 kg
Genetics
Platinum
Python
Python
Rose
Morph
Morph
Coral
Underbelly
Underbelly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 15 Skydancer
EXP: 328 / 60881
STR
5
AGI
17
DEF
5
QCK
16
INT
25
VIT
10
MND
9
Biography
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Pezizo
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Pezizo strutted through a rift in the veil to walk on black sand, just on the edge of the Clan of Burning Fantasies home. Really the clan was charming, for a backwater hovel, and it suited his style just fine. The perfect place to stop over in this reality and usually out of the Organization's radar. Although he wasn't quite sure if it was radar that tracked him. No matter. Pezizo tossed his head and crooned, "Fret not, my darling fellows! I have returned from my adventures beyond! I plan to dance for you all this evening! It shall be a performance so beautiful, that your tears will weep tears!" The gathered clan dragons in the center area hardly raised their heads. They looked tired and in need of a fine performance. At last, one of the Faes fluttered his wings to approach Pezizo. It was Dusk, the leader of this little community. Pezizo felt his back paw take a step back, keeping the veil rift open just in case if Dusk was going to tell him to run off again. Sometimes the Organization's thugs were more persistent than usual. The boorish enemy. Pezizo purred, "Ah there you are Dusk. Why-" Dusk droned. "It is ok Pezizo. They are gone." Pezizo's lips pulled into a delighted smile. "Wonderful! I shall incorporate your clan's exploits into my next dance, as a thank you!" Dusk shook his head. His frills lay flat and stiff. "Not needed. Our bard recorded the fight." Now that was something that caught Pezizo's attention. A bard? A competitor? On his turf? How dare this interloper try to slide in while he was away! Pezizo's claws dug into the soft black ground. "A bard? Well how delightful! Perhaps he and I can perform together! To soothe your battle-weary souls!" Dusk shook his head again. He droned, "She, Pezizo. Our bard is female. Come along, I think you'll be surprised with what we've accomplished while you were traveling." A she then? Why this was going to be easier than he thought. Pezizo did not lose his smile as he followed Dusk along some of the roads in the clan's town. Pezizo didn't pay the buildings much mind, since many of them were in need of a complete overhaul. What did catch his attention was the bright glow over the rooftops just ahead, a subtle violet hue that stood out abnormally against the orange dappled clouds. When he followed Dusk around a corner, his steps faltered. What he expected to be another dilapidated building was in fact something new and fresh. New timbers, shining white adobe, and black sand concrete was shaped into a merry and grand building. Purple motes of light, Pezizo thought they were called 'magelights,' illuminated the building in a welcoming aura. "Well what a pleasant surprise, Dusk Darling," said Pezizo, "You lot actually have an Inn! The Diamond Inn? Oh what a droll name. No matter. At last, a proper venue to put my magnificence on display! I itch for a good dance! Please, tell me that the stage is beautiful!" Dusk continued toward the Inn door. "Come inside and see for yourself." Pezizo trotted after Dusk and beat the Fae to the door. He shouldered his way inside and was greeted by a comfortable and warm common room. A female Skydancer stood at a table and was cleaning the dark surface with a cloth. Her violet eye focused on Pezizo. Pezizo announced in his best stage voice, "Fear not, dear Innkeeper! I have arrived to grace your inn with my presence! Your finest room, if you would. Also tell the local bard that her services will not be needed this evening. Chop-chop, dear." Dusk fluttered inside. He droned, "You only had one chance at a first impression, Pezizo." Pezizo bristled at the comment. He turned his head to glare at the little Fae. His jaw opened to protest, however Dusk continued. Dusk addressed the female Skydancer at the table. "I am sorry for this, Bruma. I did warn you that this one has a tendency to blow in like a summer storm." Warn, thought Pezizo, you meant notify you little sprite! Pezizo felt a chill course through his spine. His feathers rustled as he refocused on the female Skydancer. She was a beauty, in her own way he supposed, with dappled grey scales and glimmering pink wings. Her horns seemed to glow a brilliant gold on their own power much like her dainty paws. What intrigued Pezizo was the glaring scar over her right eye. Wherever would an Innkeeper get such a foul injury? And was that cherry tree branches blooming around her shoulders? The female Skydancer, Pezizo recalled that Dusk called her Bruma, finally spoke. "Ah, so finally the infamous Pezizo makes his return. I thought I heard the clan groaning earlier. The rumors do you justice, dancer." Her gorgeous soprano voice took Pezizo by surprise. It took him a moment to realize that despite how beautiful and civil her voice danced through his head, she was stabbing his ego with sharp thorns. "What infamous? Girl, I believe you meant famous. I am known far and wide to deliver stirring dances to inspire all! Please, alert the local bard that I shall take over tonight's show at your Inn. I'm not used to repeating myself but you do seem new." A sharp laugh burst from Bruma. Her eyes glittered, like a mother staring down a misbehaving hatchling. That look sent chills up Pezizo's spine. He never saw such a look. What unabashed scorn! Who does she think she is! Doesn't she know who she is talking to?! "So," purred Bruma, "You think that you have a right to burst into my Inn and demand to take over my show as if you own the place? You have no class and I am not impressed. Hmph. What should I expect from a Temporal Rifter though? Dusk, you should go back to your duties. I'm sure the clan would like their leader back instead of him focused on babysitting." Dusk bowed his head. His frills fluttered and his eyes burned bright, as if excited. He left the inn with a few fluttered wing beats. What the, was the only thought that coursed through Pezizo's mind. How in the multiverse did she know what he was? Not even Dusk really knew what he was. And that glare. What in the world did he do to incur such a glare from a girl he just met? Wait, he thought, she said my show. Pezizo's eyes narrowed. "So you're the interloping bard," he hissed. Bruma produced a snort that flared her nostrils. "Interloper? That is a funny word choice, coming from you. Listen up, Diva; as I'm sure such a feat is difficult for you. This is my Inn. I own it. I pay taxes to Dusk to keep this place and I love it dearly. I am also this Inn's bard. I sing for the hard working members of this clan that come here for some food, drink, and fun. If you threaten any piece of that harmony that I've established, I will ensure that you won't be able to dance at any venue in this dimension. Is that clear?" Pezizo glared. "So this is how you want to play it, Bard? I can cut you down faster than you can blink." Bruma's resulting laughter punctured him deeper than he cared to admit. Her following words almost made him want to turn tail and flee. Bruma crooned. "You say that as if I should fear death, Diva. You aren't very smart, are you? In fact, the more this drags out; the more I just... pity you." Pezizo growled. He reached his right forepaw toward his satchel. He was prepared to make good on his threat. Bruma continued. "Oh put that away, Diva. You're such a hatchling. I bet you don't even know what kind of rumors circle about you." Pezizo's claws hovered over the familiar handle of one of his throwing knives. His right forepaw trembled for a moment before he jerked his paw back to the inn floor. He arched his neck and stared down his snout at Bruma. He hissed. "What do the rumors say?" Bruma clicked her tongue. "That you're such a bad boy and devilishly handsome. Your dancing is inspirational. Rather boring if you ask me. The one that makes me laugh is how desirable you are to the singles out there. I don't see it." Pezizo started to relax a little bit. Those rumors sounded wonderful! He liked it, the devilishly handsome bad boy. Oh he loved that role in any plays or stories. He purred, "That doesn't sound so bad to me." Bruma rolled her shoulders and turned away from him to resume her cleaning. "And that doesn't surprise me, Diva." "Will you stop calling me that," snapped Pezizo, "My name is Pezizo!" Bruma snorted. "Pezizo the Petulant is what they should really call you. I'm Bruma'Aurora. As for dancing tonight, do as you like. I need someone to entertain my guests anyway since I need to get more supplies for the pantry." Ha, thought Pezizo, I win! ~Written by Countessoffire | . |
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Background Pezizo is a handful, would be an understatement. He has no discipline, thanks to his mother; and such an unpredictable state compounds with his father's Robin Hood Complex. Yes. Pezizo is a handful. How can he learn discipline though? It is not like there is a force out there that can teach it to him, or at least one that he hasn't encountered yet. He counts his initial argument with Bruma'Aurora a win for himself. His abilities as a Time Tot have granted him a ridiculous amount of power. The ability to escape danger across dimensions, to transcend the borders of reality. It is rather fortunate that he is cowardly in his ways, and childish in his desires; content to dance across the dimensions. Oh he is good at dancing, of that there is no doubt. Which would make him a dangerous adversary to have, should he be angry enough with such a foe. A glorious flurry of wing beats, an elegant sashay of the haunch and tail, and a flick of a wrist would be all Pezizo would need to dispatch an enemy. There is a constant enemy, a persistent one, in Pezizo's life; as it plagues all of the descendants of Allison. The Organization. The grunts come around, sniffing out Pezizo like hounds. Pezizo will fend them off just enough for him to escape into another dimension. He returns to this reality readily enough once the danger has passed. Very little of his father and his lineage is displayed in Pezizo. He doesn't wield a sword, he isn't noble, and he certainly isn't a knight. The only thing that Pezizo seemed to inherit was NightClaw's penchant for thievery. With such a rotten personality, particularly that nasty narcissism, Pezizo relies a tremendous amount on his beauty to get what he wants. With such a soft, delicate face and honeyed words; he can often charm whatever he needs out of most. This has made him rather popular with the ladies, although frustratingly enough Bruma'Aurora doesn't seem to find him so. Which actually bothers him a great deal, although he won't openly admit it. For the foreseeable future, Pezizo is not about to change his ways. There are a few that hope, with time, he will mature. Maybe. He is quite the scoundrel down to the bone. ~Modified from Fantivity's original notes on Pezizo
Lineages  4th Generation Temporal Rifter Allison -> Achillee -> Brenilde -> Reina -> Pezizo  2nd Generation 
Amala the Sweetheart Swan Amala is very much like her master, perhaps even a reflection in swan form. Due to the Sweatheart Swan species mating cycles, Amala will depart from Pezizo's company for a considerable amount of time. The unique thing about her is her ability to track down her master, regardless of what reality he is in. She spent enough time in his company that his budding abilities as a Time Tot affected her in a fairly beneficial way. She can follow him across dimensions, and usually will be disguised as something that exists in that reality.  Customization Goals |
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Relations Mother: Reina Father: NightClaw Love Interest? Bruma'Aurora Translation None Pronunciation Peh-ZEE-so Physical Sornieth Species Skydancer |
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| Come on bard! Sing whatever you like! I can dance to any tune you throw at me! |
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| Ha, writer's block? Oh I know, I know. It is hard to write something that encompasses just how magnificent I am! |
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| What? Where is my artwork?! Fans? Fans! Gaze upon my glory for I am your muse! |
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Bio layout by Countessoffire, owner of The Hallowed Hall Hatchery/Lore Shop
Bio IMPROVED by Pezizo!
Bio layout by Countessoffire, owner of The Hallowed Hall Hatchery/Lore Shop
Bio IMPROVED by Pezizo!
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