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Porcelain

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Am I beautiful / As I tear you to pieces?

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Colubrid Column

Energy: 50/50

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Length

4.65 m

Wingspan

6.15 m

Weight

653.81 kg

Genetics

Ice
Iridescent

Oilslick
Shimmer

Grey
Veined

Hatchday

Feb 22, 2021
(3 years)

Breed

Adult
Wildclaw

Eye Type

Light
Unusual

Level 25 Wildclaw

Max Level

STR

128

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Biography

Porcelain
Fragile Fighter
Theme song: “Sick Like Me” by In This Moment

“You’re beautiful. Your appearance is all that matters. Nobody cares how you feel. Your only priority is staying beautiful.”

The younger Wildclaw heard phrases like these her whole life. They might as well have been carved into her mind. She kept her appearance as perfect as she could. Her fragile porcelain skin was shined daily. She grew up going from beauty pageant to beauty pageant, trying to bury any of those pesky emotions that kept getting in the way.

When she grew up, she grew interested in the Coliseum, but fear kept her away. Eventually she moved out from her old home in the Sunbeam Ruins to a clan in the Scarred Wasteland. Now that she had no background and no identity, she hoped to become the warrior she wanted to be.

Two veteran fighters took her to the Golem Workshop to train. The Wildclaw tried to hide how her hands shook as the shadows of Beastclans approached, stretching across the floor toward the team.

“Two Swift Volts and a Swift Lumen,” reported the Spiral to her left before landing two scratches in quick succession on the Volt on the right. The Mirror warrior followed, landing one hit but missing the second before springing back to the team.

“What are they doing?” the Wildclaw asked as the three Beastclans closed their eyes and took some deep breaths.

“They’re using Meditate,” replied the Mirror with a glance at her Field Manual. “They each now have 30 Breath. Watch out for Bolt attacks.

The Wildclaw’s head was spinning with the influx of information, but she watched as the Spiral took down the Swift Volt on the right and the Mirror landed a scratch on the Swift Lumen. The Swift Lumen closed its eyes and breathed deeply, and the Wildclaw tried to memorize the appearance of the meditating enemy.

“Look out!”

The Wildclaw snapped her gaze toward the Swift Volt a moment before a holy of lightning hit her in the chest, knocking the wind from her lungs. Gasping, the Wildclaw fell to her knees, then collapsed to the floor, the world around her growing dim.

Muffled voices echoed around her when she came to. Groaning, she sat up, putting a claw to her head, keeping her eyes shut tight to ward off the blinding light.

“Oh, you’re awake,” chirped a voice.

The Wildclaw forced her eyes open, fixing them on the red-and-white Bogsneak who had spoken. “Where am I? What happened?”

“You’re in the infirmary,” the Bogsneak replied, wringing out a towel above a bowl of water. “You took a nasty hit in the Coliseum.”

“Oh.” Memories began to return to the Wildclaw, and she sat straight up. “The other two warriors—where are they? Are they okay?”

“They’re fine,” the Bogsneak assured her, dabbing the cloth at a wound on her shoulder. The Wildclaw shuddered as she noticed the cracks along her skin’s surface. I guess I won’t be winning any beauty pageants ever again, she thought bitterly, but she realized that she didn’t feel any sense of loss.

“They fled as soon as you fell,” continued the Bogsneak. “In fact, one is still here.” He pointed his nose to her other side, where the Mirror was seated.

Fidgeting, the Mirror awkwardly mumbled, “S-Sorry. I should’ve… taken you to the Mire first.” She got to her feet. “I understand if you’re not interested in battling anymore.”

“Wait,” called the Wildclaw as the Mirror turned to leave. “When I’m out of here, can I come train with you some more?”

“Really?”

The Wildclaw nodded. “Yeah. And I do want to go back to the Golem Workshop eventually.” She cracked her knuckles. “I have to pay a certain Swift Volt a visit.”

Lore/Layout by @Bibbit

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"What's the hardest thing you've had to do?"

Porcelain sits back and lets out an awkward laugh. "The hardest thing I've ever had to do? You mean other than calculus?" Her smile fades. "Returning to the Golem Workshop after I was defeated there was honestly the most terrifying thing I've ever done. I stood paralyzed outside the workshop for an embarrassingly long amount of time before I made myself go in." Sighing, Porcelain sits back a bit. "I guess I didn't have to do it. I could've just avoided the Coliseum and slept in the Hibernal Den for the rest of my life. But I knew that I'd never forgive myself if I didn't face my fear, so I went in. Leveling up wasn't the only way I got stronger that day."

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