Rai
(#66853327)
Level 25 Pearlcatcher
Crowley
Hellhound
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Energy: 48/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Fire.
Male Pearlcatcher
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.45 m
Wingspan
3.85 m
Weight
364.07 kg
Genetics
Cinnamon
Fade
Fade
Cinnamon
Blend
Blend
Cinnamon
Ghost
Ghost
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Pearlcatcher
Max Level
STR
129
AGI
10
DEF
7
QCK
50
INT
7
VIT
7
MND
7
Biography
  
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  Rai
“Again.”
(His legs ached, and his wings ached, and his head ached, a constant throbbing that, when the captain lashed out with his tail, occasionally crossed the threshold into sharp, exquisite pain.) “Yes.” (The first few times he had written home, he had done nothing but complain. It was honestly embarrassing to think about, and the responses he’d gotten only hammered that point home--it would be good for him, in the end; this was nothing, compared to the sacrifices his noble ancestors had made; the whole family, needed him to do this if they were ever to repair his ignoble father’s mistakes.) “What did you say? Speak up!” (They were right: he was too old for sentimentality. In its place was frustration solely with himself. It had been months since he’d begun training; his mind was ready. Why not yet his body?) “Yes, sir!” ~~~~~~ The day he meets Alice is the kind of day every soldier dreads: pitiless, boiling sunlight pours down amid a blanket of stifling humidity. Equally pitiless is the drill instructor, who insists on running the full course in armor. It's through sweat stinging his eyes that Rai catches first fleeting sight of the new arrival. On the far end of the camp, the older dragon strides alongside a captain, light and relaxed, as if she had a personal cloud of cool air to match her disposition. She passes out of sight as she slings her bags off of her shoulder, and is gone behind the low slate walls of the armory. Later, he finds her sprawled on the bottom bunk of his room, fiddling with a bunch of weeds. “Hey, roommate! That sergeant is a bit of a humorless fellow, isn’t he?” “You mean the captain?” “Is that his rank? I see. Anyway, he’s still no fun at all.” “He shouldn’t be. He’s an officer.” “What? Forgive this poor country mouse, but are officers not permitted to smile?” “He’s not going to show a face of weakness, especially around a new recruit.” “Oh ho! You’re one of those dragons, are you?” “What are you even talking about?” “The kind that reckons it for weakness. Anyway, get rid of that sour look on your face; it doesn’t suit you!” “...I know you’re new, so I will give you the benefit of the doubt. But know this: living together or no, don’t get in my way. I have a duty--” “Your duty, yes. But we’re young. To enjoy life is our obligation! Let whatever you’re hoping for take the initiative to come forth, rather than the other way around.” (He nearly rolls his eyes—he had no time for another recruit who didn’t take things seriously. Yet in her face there was no trace of the coyness that so often was to be found in spewers of subversive platitudes; in fact, what he saw he might have taken for actual conviction. Did she really believe what she was saying?) “…if that is what you think.” ~~~~~~ |
 
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He doesn’t know how he is convinced, but it is the first free day he spends on something other than more training: taking a walk in the nearby woods was a novel way to while away the hours; indeed, the very concept of idle time novel in itself! It manifests, he is sure, in too-stiff movements, squinting as they pass each patch of dappled sun. Alice, meanwhile, does not laugh, too busy pointing out this plant and that fruit and those butterflies.
“Look!” comes up the cry once more: his companion leaves his side, darts towards an long, low ramble of wild roses. He’d never seen brown roses before, without thinking says so; in response, he gets the expected laughter--unexpectedly, it doesn’t bite. Aren’t they lovely, her whole body sings as she bends over the bush, aren’t they absolutely lovely, and it is that moment of utter joy he sees, just before she speaks, that he’s always wished would have lasted for eternity.
~~~~~~~
Petals unfurl; the chrysalis breaks; children grow up. That--and, if rumors were to be believed, the company’s dwindling reserves--meant a shift in the camp’s expectations, tightening around them like a noose.
The first time their request to spend their free days out of grounds is denied, Alice aggravates with her usual depth of feeling. “Preposterous!”; and then, once she’s sufficiently calmed down: “You’re right. It’s merely for the meantime. But if they don’t let up soon, they’ll certainly get it!”
She says about as much the second time, and the fifth, and even the twentieth--but it’s with a little less vigor each time.
He had to do something.
The captain, on the occasions he gets caught, frames his clandestine excursions as purely for her benefit. “Don’t let friendship deter you from what you want,” he is warned time and time again. In truth, he should have gotten more than a warning for his multiple infractions; it is only his continued performance, and the untrue assumption that he isn’t doing this for himself, that keeps his punishments light.
On her part, she always acts exasperated when he offers her the blooms. “Honestly,” she might say, “you’re above having to do this.” Always too does she eventually grin, taking the gifts with a delicate touch and a thank you.
But in the end they wilt, and so does she.
~~~~~~~
He’s never been someone who prays, for the sole reason that he was neither someone who gambled--he preferred taking things into his own hands rather than leaving it to chance. When he wakes up to a commotion and a half-empty bunk, though, he feels the stirrings of something he thinks might be such an inclination. If there is any justice out there, let her be free.
They find her depressingly quickly. When they drag her back to camp and throw her into the discipline cells, the flowers she had stopped in her urgency to pick land and are soon trampled in the mud.
He doesn’t see Alice for two long, lonely weeks. When he comes back from training to another in their room, hollow-cheeked and hard-eyed, Rai wonders if he ever will.
She doesn’t speak on what happened. In fact, she never speaks of going outside again.
~~~~
”...but autumn frost has slain July.”
“Excuse me?”
“I knew you weren’t sleeping. I want to say my piece.”
“Look, are you alright?”
“Shut up. I’m speaking; let me speak!...okay, now let me tell you something. When I was down there, I realized something: there’s nothing I could do, or can do, or can ever do, to really escape. Nothing, you understand? And you understand how that realization destroys.”
“Alice--”
“I said quiet! Ever since then I have been nothing, and tomorrow when they ship me out to whatever forsaken place needs another warm body I shall be less than even that. But you--you can still live.”
“If you’re suggesting I use my leverage, my name is worthless.”
“Not your name, you fool! Your strength. Your courage. Your capacity, amidst all the pressures of the world, to remain kind and true and yourself. But I’m too selfish to continue speaking for you. Now, here: I want you to have this. Be careful; it’s more delicate than it seems. Hah! Now, promise you’ll remember me--as I once was!”
“...I promise.”
~~~~~
When Alice is shipped out, he doesn’t cry. There is never use shedding tears over what is inevitable.
(He keeps the dried flower in a vase on the sill. He still doesn’t cry when he looks at it, when he remembers her--but, in his heart, something stirs.)
~~~~~
After his contract expires, it is surprisingly simple to apply at an adventurer’s guild; it is even simpler, though far from easy, to ascend up the ranks to master of arms. It is an enjoyable post, and though each batch of students is initially quick to make assumptions about him most soon come around.
“The first things I will teach you,” he always begins, “are these: peace is better than war; kindness is a more potent weapon than steel; the world has many things worth living for.”
With an absentminded gesture, he adjusts the dried rose pinned to his mane.
Lore Blurbs
People often mistake kindness for weakness. They think that one must be hard and cruel in order to be strong. They could not be more mistaken. When life is so often unpleasant, to remain soft and gentle requires courage of steel.
Rai seems to be a person in a high position and even though they wear lots of armor I feel like fighting is the lowest on the list of things they want to do.
They work really hard to remain kind, but are not one to be walked over at all. They have a very special pearl which they keep with them always.
He seems rather cold on the outside and especially to those who don't know him. Its only after lots of time together do they realize why they see him as cold, his actions are kind however his voice is raspy and low with little variation which makes him sound serious all the time. He gives a very different first impression than last impression.
His friends tend to be very bubbly personalities, which confuse other diplomatic dragons who see Rai interacting monotone back to them. He is incredibly literal and never uses colorful language.
Rai has his claws full with Crowley. The hound's favorite pastime is to, oddly enough, find random stuff. Some examples: bringing home a hatchling, an unhatched nocturne egg, a lost familiar, a poisonous bush (those poor dragons), a cat, and several daggers.
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“Look!” comes up the cry once more: his companion leaves his side, darts towards an long, low ramble of wild roses. He’d never seen brown roses before, without thinking says so; in response, he gets the expected laughter--unexpectedly, it doesn’t bite. Aren’t they lovely, her whole body sings as she bends over the bush, aren’t they absolutely lovely, and it is that moment of utter joy he sees, just before she speaks, that he’s always wished would have lasted for eternity.
~~~~~~~
Petals unfurl; the chrysalis breaks; children grow up. That--and, if rumors were to be believed, the company’s dwindling reserves--meant a shift in the camp’s expectations, tightening around them like a noose.
The first time their request to spend their free days out of grounds is denied, Alice aggravates with her usual depth of feeling. “Preposterous!”; and then, once she’s sufficiently calmed down: “You’re right. It’s merely for the meantime. But if they don’t let up soon, they’ll certainly get it!”
She says about as much the second time, and the fifth, and even the twentieth--but it’s with a little less vigor each time.
He had to do something.
The captain, on the occasions he gets caught, frames his clandestine excursions as purely for her benefit. “Don’t let friendship deter you from what you want,” he is warned time and time again. In truth, he should have gotten more than a warning for his multiple infractions; it is only his continued performance, and the untrue assumption that he isn’t doing this for himself, that keeps his punishments light.
On her part, she always acts exasperated when he offers her the blooms. “Honestly,” she might say, “you’re above having to do this.” Always too does she eventually grin, taking the gifts with a delicate touch and a thank you.
But in the end they wilt, and so does she.
~~~~~~~
He’s never been someone who prays, for the sole reason that he was neither someone who gambled--he preferred taking things into his own hands rather than leaving it to chance. When he wakes up to a commotion and a half-empty bunk, though, he feels the stirrings of something he thinks might be such an inclination. If there is any justice out there, let her be free.
They find her depressingly quickly. When they drag her back to camp and throw her into the discipline cells, the flowers she had stopped in her urgency to pick land and are soon trampled in the mud.
He doesn’t see Alice for two long, lonely weeks. When he comes back from training to another in their room, hollow-cheeked and hard-eyed, Rai wonders if he ever will.
She doesn’t speak on what happened. In fact, she never speaks of going outside again.
~~~~
”...but autumn frost has slain July.”
“Excuse me?”
“I knew you weren’t sleeping. I want to say my piece.”
“Look, are you alright?”
“Shut up. I’m speaking; let me speak!...okay, now let me tell you something. When I was down there, I realized something: there’s nothing I could do, or can do, or can ever do, to really escape. Nothing, you understand? And you understand how that realization destroys.”
“Alice--”
“I said quiet! Ever since then I have been nothing, and tomorrow when they ship me out to whatever forsaken place needs another warm body I shall be less than even that. But you--you can still live.”
“If you’re suggesting I use my leverage, my name is worthless.”
“Not your name, you fool! Your strength. Your courage. Your capacity, amidst all the pressures of the world, to remain kind and true and yourself. But I’m too selfish to continue speaking for you. Now, here: I want you to have this. Be careful; it’s more delicate than it seems. Hah! Now, promise you’ll remember me--as I once was!”
“...I promise.”
~~~~~
When Alice is shipped out, he doesn’t cry. There is never use shedding tears over what is inevitable.
(He keeps the dried flower in a vase on the sill. He still doesn’t cry when he looks at it, when he remembers her--but, in his heart, something stirs.)
~~~~~
After his contract expires, it is surprisingly simple to apply at an adventurer’s guild; it is even simpler, though far from easy, to ascend up the ranks to master of arms. It is an enjoyable post, and though each batch of students is initially quick to make assumptions about him most soon come around.
“The first things I will teach you,” he always begins, “are these: peace is better than war; kindness is a more potent weapon than steel; the world has many things worth living for.”
With an absentminded gesture, he adjusts the dried rose pinned to his mane.
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Lore Blurbs People often mistake kindness for weakness. They think that one must be hard and cruel in order to be strong. They could not be more mistaken. When life is so often unpleasant, to remain soft and gentle requires courage of steel.
Rai seems to be a person in a high position and even though they wear lots of armor I feel like fighting is the lowest on the list of things they want to do.
They work really hard to remain kind, but are not one to be walked over at all. They have a very special pearl which they keep with them always.
He seems rather cold on the outside and especially to those who don't know him. Its only after lots of time together do they realize why they see him as cold, his actions are kind however his voice is raspy and low with little variation which makes him sound serious all the time. He gives a very different first impression than last impression.
His friends tend to be very bubbly personalities, which confuse other diplomatic dragons who see Rai interacting monotone back to them. He is incredibly literal and never uses colorful language.
Rai has his claws full with Crowley. The hound's favorite pastime is to, oddly enough, find random stuff. Some examples: bringing home a hatchling, an unhatched nocturne egg, a lost familiar, a poisonous bush (those poor dragons), a cat, and several daggers.
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