teddy2008's dragon Ypsilon

Familiar

Granite Guardian

Energy: 50 50

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Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

4.02 m

Wingspan

3.35 m

Weight

224.35 kg

Genetics

Brown
Piebald

Swamp
Peregrine

Spring
Thylacine

Hatchday

Jan 26, 2021
(5 years)

Breed

Adult
Tundra

Eye Type

Plague
Rare

Level 25 Tundra

Max Level

STR

109

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

none

Biography

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Ypsilon
Monarch of the Wilds
they / he
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"You look so small… not {like} a king at all."

"He had this look you very rarely find: the haunting, hunted kind. / To conquer death, you only have to die. You only have to die."

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⸙ code by wanderlustfaun

Stunted and half-blinded, orphaned, born into a barren and rotted wasteland, and bearing a name given by a transient stranger, Ypsilon spent much of their early life grateful to be alive and anxious of the world around them. Much of their life would be spent the same way as their first few days: wandering, alone, searching with an unknown goal. But this search would turn them into something far greater. As a hatchling, they had never dreamed that such a small and insignificant dragon as themself would be able to save lives, start piecing together the mysteries surrounding the Great Splinter and the Blight infection, and change the course of dragon civilization on Ephaegis. Although their childhood friends jokingly called them the “king of the fae” for their diminutive size, years later Ypsilon would earn that title sincerely, becoming the Monarch of the Wilds.

Ypsilon hatched alone, blind in one eye, in a nest full of blighted and scarred eggs in the abiding boneyard. Even with the instincts of a newborn hatchling, they felt something was wrong about their birth. While looking around for their parents, they found that theirs was not the only nest filled with cold, lifeless eggs. There were many infected nests nearby, far too many to count. Their one desire then, above finding their parents or home, was putting that appalling place as far behind them as possible. As far as they could guess later in life, their nest had been infected- accidentally or purposely- with a contagion that led their parents to abandon their clutch. But Ypsilon had survived, mostly unharmed, and immediately fled the hostile and merciless wastes.

When they stopped running, they found the Viridian Labyrinth. They made a home in a village called Dreadvine with other foster hatchlings who had lost their parents to the Blight. There Ypsi met Kenotheki, Anemone, and Acteon, and the group became close friends. As a juvenile Ypsilon took an interest in healing magic and entered a class to hopefully become a nature mage. They struggled to unlock any potential at all, until one terrible day when they discovered why: Ypsilon was closely attuned to plague magic, and could only cast a healing spell if they chose to cause decay somewhere else. Fear of plague magic and the Blight was so intense that their home village turned on Ypsi and chased him away.

It may have been coincidence or it may have been fate that guided Ypsilon then. In his wandering, he met an ancient necromancer. Though Ypsi feared that the dragon was a ghost, a Blight zombie, or something even more perverse and dangerous, it asked him to stay and to listen. It told Ypsi that magic can only be used with balance, and explained why dragons lost their magic in the Great Splinter. It told him that if he truly wanted, he could learn power greater than any mage since the Splinter, the power to heal the dying, and perhaps even to cure the Blight. Though skeptical, Ypsilon was willing to try. He spent time gathering knowledge of old spells and learning to cast them, though finding a way to pay the magical cost of each spell was brute trial-and-error. Combined with the training from childhood, his mage abilities now surpassed even his old teacher. Ypsilon returned home just in time to display these awesome and terrible abilities to their fullest. He helped turn the tide of a gruesome battle and clawed victory from the jaws of complete slaughter, earning the detached respect of his people and the title of “Suitor of Life and Death.” Though they no longer feared him, it was obvious that they didn’t truly accept him either, and he left once again to search for a cure for the Blight…

^ Art by Deestracted "

^ Icon by Jemjam ^

^Adopts by Stopmotiondragon^

^Art by Lych

^Art by MarshmallowManta

^by Humboldt^

Artist for uncredited works is me, teddy!

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