Merlin
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Merlin, an Inventor with ADHD
Fabio
Five-toed Pilco
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Lightning.
Female Wildclaw
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
6.19 m
Wingspan
6.65 m
Weight
604.8 kg
Genetics
Beige
Swirl
Swirl
Obsidian
Current
Current
Obsidian
Okapi
Okapi
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 3 Wildclaw
EXP: 848 / 1401
STR
8
AGI
9
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
6
Lineage
Parents
Offspring
- Lariosauro
- Horkos
- Qune
- Baroque
- Ash
- Azad
- Matt
- Zhongli
- Cinderknight
- Shrike
- Ling
- Mei
- Vasilius
- Rauken
- Tennor
- Erzulie
- Lukasz
- Seiichi
- Prophetess
- Noodles
- Mango
- Procyon
- Bivva
- Landslide
- melanistic
- Daru
- Surgeon
- Midrin
- Ganna
- Bungo
- Ivan
- Morpheus
- Byrne
- LanternBearer
- Beans
- Eggs
- Ashe
- Cantaloupe
- Vanguard
- Ivory
- Pryce
- Clive
- Jett
- Winter
Biography
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Merlin
Introductory Lore
Merlin stalks through an open corridor, journal gripped tightly between her front left claws; her tail nervously swishing behind her. She comes to a halt directly outside one of the great court members chambers. Nervously, Merlin looks behind her, head swerving both left and right; her large left claw tabbing aggressively against the marbled floor. She gingerly approaches the bolted up door, not a single scratch occupying the silver studded handle, "Impressive, do they change their handles regularly? Mmmm, could get pricey after awhile. Think Rivirk would change them? Proba-", her handle admiring conversation was cut short by heavy thuds coming from down the corridor.
She took no more time to conversate with herself about the handle and instead brutally pushed through the door, opening a lot easier then expected Merlin tumbled into the room, catching her large claws on the fur rug beneath. Her not so strong front legs couldn't hold her weight and she plummeted onto the stone hard floor, accidently biting her tongue, but not before slamming the door shut with her tail in the panic. Practically, leaping up (using her powerful back legs and easily balanceable tail)Merlin scrambled to find her notebook in the dimly lit room, (the journal falling out of her grasp during the chaos) once locating the book she glanced around the room tentatively, claw once again tapping anxiously.
Merlin diligently started to grip at the side of the notebook pulling it open, her tail snatching it from beside her, taking one more glance at the book, now held by her tail, before searching through the drawer filled room. As Merlin dug through drawer after drawer and cabinet after cabinet, giving low mumbles and continuously asking herself questions she stepped back into the center of the room where she had fallen earlier, "Now I was sure-", she released an a nervous hiss, through the the large arched window she could see the sun lowering. "Come on little guy, I don't have all day." Merlin loudly whispers, (cause let's be real, she doesn't know how to talk quietly) Just then something catches her eyes, the object she was looking for, the reason she was even in that corridor to begin with. It's there, sitting mockingly under this fur covered nest, barley pocking out. She reached for it, grasping it in her claws.
She removes one hand from the object, balancing it in the center of her palm as best she could, considering it's size. Using her free hand she snaps her outer claws and an inky liquid is produced from her right center left claw, it drips slightly as first, staining the floor. Merlin's Tail, which holds her journal is brought up to her chest, she pulls her head up slightly to look at it, looking back at the object in hand she starts to write. Mumbles and questions escape her once again, claw scraping against the paper making notes and observations. Merlin's so caught up in her writing that she's taken a seat, not noticing the sun fully disappearing, not noticing the thunking of armored tails hitting the corridor floors. The room to the chamber is being pushed open, and only then does she realize, he's back.
She took no more time to conversate with herself about the handle and instead brutally pushed through the door, opening a lot easier then expected Merlin tumbled into the room, catching her large claws on the fur rug beneath. Her not so strong front legs couldn't hold her weight and she plummeted onto the stone hard floor, accidently biting her tongue, but not before slamming the door shut with her tail in the panic. Practically, leaping up (using her powerful back legs and easily balanceable tail)Merlin scrambled to find her notebook in the dimly lit room, (the journal falling out of her grasp during the chaos) once locating the book she glanced around the room tentatively, claw once again tapping anxiously.
Merlin diligently started to grip at the side of the notebook pulling it open, her tail snatching it from beside her, taking one more glance at the book, now held by her tail, before searching through the drawer filled room. As Merlin dug through drawer after drawer and cabinet after cabinet, giving low mumbles and continuously asking herself questions she stepped back into the center of the room where she had fallen earlier, "Now I was sure-", she released an a nervous hiss, through the the large arched window she could see the sun lowering. "Come on little guy, I don't have all day." Merlin loudly whispers, (cause let's be real, she doesn't know how to talk quietly) Just then something catches her eyes, the object she was looking for, the reason she was even in that corridor to begin with. It's there, sitting mockingly under this fur covered nest, barley pocking out. She reached for it, grasping it in her claws.
She removes one hand from the object, balancing it in the center of her palm as best she could, considering it's size. Using her free hand she snaps her outer claws and an inky liquid is produced from her right center left claw, it drips slightly as first, staining the floor. Merlin's Tail, which holds her journal is brought up to her chest, she pulls her head up slightly to look at it, looking back at the object in hand she starts to write. Mumbles and questions escape her once again, claw scraping against the paper making notes and observations. Merlin's so caught up in her writing that she's taken a seat, not noticing the sun fully disappearing, not noticing the thunking of armored tails hitting the corridor floors. The room to the chamber is being pushed open, and only then does she realize, he's back.
Personality and Characteristics
-She does enough talking for a 1st grade class
-Often ask people questions and answering for them (while also filling out her notebook)
-Swift runner
-Talks with her tail instead of her hands
-Knows basic magic, definitely not enough to use as attack or defense
-She writes so much that her journal's her second husband
-Often travels
-Overly enthusiastic
-Her scales make it easy for her to blend in with dark and/or rocky environments
-Often taps her left bottom claw when she's stumped, on alert, or anxious
-Often ask people questions and answering for them (while also filling out her notebook)
-Swift runner
-Talks with her tail instead of her hands
-Knows basic magic, definitely not enough to use as attack or defense
-She writes so much that her journal's her second husband
-Often travels
-Overly enthusiastic
-Her scales make it easy for her to blend in with dark and/or rocky environments
-Often taps her left bottom claw when she's stumped, on alert, or anxious
About Merlin
-She/Her
-Mate: Rivrik (He absolutely adores her excitement even though he rarely gets the chance to respond, Rivirk always enjoys their conversations)
-Loves her journal
(Each time Merlin fills out a page she puts a specific title on the top margins and the ink on the page disappears, only reappearing when Merlin fills in the margin with an existing title; if she forgets a title she can go to the back of her notebook and write index and the index will appear with every title she's ever made in this journal)
-Hates one-sided conversations (even though she has a lot of them with how much and how quickly she talks to fellow dragons)
-Mate: Rivrik (He absolutely adores her excitement even though he rarely gets the chance to respond, Rivirk always enjoys their conversations)
-Loves her journal
(Each time Merlin fills out a page she puts a specific title on the top margins and the ink on the page disappears, only reappearing when Merlin fills in the margin with an existing title; if she forgets a title she can go to the back of her notebook and write index and the index will appear with every title she's ever made in this journal)-Hates one-sided conversations (even though she has a lot of them with how much and how quickly she talks to fellow dragons)
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