Tofu
(#65224915)
Shade Seeker, Researcher, and Mage
Familiar
Sabrespine Hunter
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Energy: 31/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Male Gaoler
This dragon is benefiting from the effects of eternal youth.
This dragon is an ancient breed.
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Personal Style
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Measurements
Length
2.34 m
Wingspan
0.39 m
Weight
63.60 kg
Genetics
Ice
Jaguar (Gaoler)
Jaguar (Gaoler)
Orca
Rosette (Gaoler)
Rosette (Gaoler)
Ice
Wintercoat (Gaoler)
Wintercoat (Gaoler)
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Gaoler
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
5
DEF
7
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
9
MND
7
Biography
Born with only a few dozen more than the regulation number of eyes, Tofu - or as he was then known, the little white one - had never been quite normal. His parents, ardent Seekers, after determining that the eyes were functional, simply wrote off the usual growth as an effect of modern Sorineth on Gaolers away from their ancient home. But when days, then weeks, then months passed, and the little white dragon remained no larger than the first day he took a step, his parents grew concerned.
Small though he was, the little white one was acutely aware of his physical deficiencies. He attempted to train with his siblings to eventually join the Order of the Seekers, but was bodily prevented from participating in the initiation ceremony. Shaking from the stress of potential sacrilege, he carried out the rites himself, under the light of a full winter moon, naming himself after the soft white curd his parents fed him to attempt to build his strength.
That night, little Tofu knew his duty, as clear as if the Icewarden himself had spoken it aloud: although his physical body was stunted, his mind and (many) eyes were clear and strong. He was charged to research the Shade and help his Seeker brethren with knowledge. To fight the enemy, he must know it first.
When the newly named Tofu told his siblings of his development, they simply turned up their noses at him, and continued to refer to him only as the little white one. He had grown sterner since that day, and began to interrogate his family when they returned from their hunts, taking detailed notes on how battles were won or lost, and how to tell the average Beastclan from one corrupted by that dark force.
Although Gaoler custom dictated that dragons too weak to be useful were to be abandoned in the wild, his parents had been in greater Sorineth for too long, and knew that the little dragon was much more than a mouth to feed. But the hunt of the Shade waited for no one - and with heavy hearts, they left him behind at a trading post in the dead of night, while the little white one slept. They had forgotten his many eyes, and as his tail shifted in night, he could see and hear his parents' whispered goodbyes - and the scornful silence of his siblings, and the dust as they all loped away.
Tofu found a position as a scribe for an armsmaster imperial, and spent some weary months there, all the while feeling the desperate call of his warden, and the hunt. When he asked to join some warriors on their journeys into the woods, he was laughed out of the stall. His research slowed to a crawl, and his magic did with it - Tofu began to doubt if he was ever really a Seeker, and not simply an overgrown hatchling. He began to ask his master to only refer to him as the White One, simply appended to White.
The dragons who entered the post were much like any others - travel-weary, many times larger than himself, and not paying any attention to the fuzzy hatchling who sat and watched them come in with many dull eyes. Unlike the other dragons, however, they asked questions. About the Beastclans. Where they had come from, what their activity was like, their magic in excruciating detail, the kind the bodyguards, flabbergasted, never cared enough to notice. They were seeking the source of powerful, ancient magic. Tofu stole into his barren nest, and looked over his scrolls. He knew exactly what they needed.
They did their business, and prepared to leave. Something called to Tofu, more fierce and terrible than anything had ever in his young life. He leapt to his haunches and called out to the dragons,
"Wait!"
The clan stopped, some chuckling amongst themselves. Tofu - ignoring his master, who hissed at him to stop bothering customers, loped down the line until he reached their leader, a shining skydancer speckled in bones. A tiny green fae reached into a pouch and offered him a candied cricket with a coo meant for hatchlings. He ignored it.
"You are seeking...powerful magic. Ancient magic, yes?" His voice was raspy from disuse, but clear.
The skydancer lowered onto her forelimbs, peering into his front eyes with fiery intensity. His other eyes could make out details of the other dragons, carrying not weapons and pouches, but scrolls, books, and other accoutrement of academics. His very soul felt like it was vibrating. This was his only chance.
"How did you know what we're looking for?" The skydancer spoke, in a low, deep tone. A shimmering black coatl behind him snickered.
Tofu ignored him. "The shade. You seek the shade." A low gasp came from another dragon, murmurs from others. The skydancer tilted her head at him to continue. "You mention powerful magic, magic you can feel all the way from Lightning. I don't know how, but you can. I feel it too. Its stench. I've been seeking it for months." He made the warding sign on the Seekers with his wings and foreclaws, knowing to any Gaolers, a hatchling doing such a motion would be grounds for a beating. He took his chances, hoping any masses of fur were simple Tundras. "I have...notes, research. I know its approximate source, and I know it is extremely dangerous. I know the Lightweaver herself has been blind to it, and forced to send mortal dragons to investigate it. What else could it be?"
A different, pink coatl, in the robes and peaked hat of an archmage, leaned down to look at the little white dragon though spectacles. He looked up at her, but when she said nothing, he continued.
"The magic you seek is a powerful new burst of Shade. It is one reason me and my brethren were awakened. I cannot hunt it - but you can." He took a deep breath. "Let me join you."
"We can't just take in any useless, wayward children, you know," the pink coatl said with a low hum.
"I'm no child." And before he could even know what he did, his stunted horns, his curved and gnarled nails, his wispy fur and bowed legs, all exploded with great, shining light, his many eyes wide open and glimmering with the power of his call. Even as his every being shone with radiance, Tofu knew his magic could only work when he followed his birthright - and this strange clan was it.
He held it for several seconds, and dropped the otherworldly light, panting. The mage had pulled her cap down over her eyes, and the other dragons had scrambled back. She slowly tilted the blue covering up with her tail. "Well. You're untrained. We're no school for young dragons - we research the very essence of magic and technology."
"As do I. But not properly. You can help me."
"Us, help him...the audacity," the pink coatl murmured under her breath. Louder, she continued: "And what can you offer us?"
Tofu took a deep breath. "A Seeker."
***
The small dragon took some time to settle in at the Laboratories. Although he was excellent at taking notes in detailed shorthand, he knew nothing of the scientific method. Lovelace, the pink coatl who had so scorned him, begrudgingly taught him the workings of a laboratory - and slowly, the two began to see each other as unlikely, combative friends. He learned to control his magic, and found, to his delight, that it was on par with a dragon of any size. His tiny legs and flightless wings limited his ability to travel, of course, but his confidence increased with leaps and bounds as soon as he realised he had the capacity to defend himself.
Tofu was a Seeker. An unconventional one, to be sure, but one so dedicated to his solemn duty as to sleep on piles of carved obsidian, charmed so that the slightest presence of shade would instantly wake him to find its origin.
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