Bergamot
(#67698995)
The Garden Prince
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Energy: 48/50
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
13.51 m
Wingspan
17.82 m
Weight
8337.49 kg
Genetics
Berry
Ripple
Ripple
Tan
Toxin
Toxin
Gold
Koi
Koi
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Ridgeback
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
7
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
The Garden Prince
Bergamot’s talents beget him many names amongst his home clan. Green-clawed, Berry-scales, or even Clay clod, from his detractors. His favourite, however, was the title that truly captured his talents: Bergamot, the Garden Prince.
He did not wear such a boast carelessly. From as young as a hatchling, he could feel the pulse of the earth, sense the fertility that could beget true beauty. He reigned over his domain with great care, every plant perfectly positioned to turn a landscape of dirt and clay into paradise. There would be nothing, no unearthed gem, no warrior’s stratagem that could match the elegance of his garden. Except his own looks of course, but he always knew he was exceptional.
Perhaps his work was transient, a marvel that would only last a few years, wilting where the intricate carvings of his fellow Earth dragons would last millenia. Bergamot would argue that that was the point. No monarch expects to rule forever, for it is the inevitable end that makes art truly meaningful. Let the scribes and lesser kings carve their arrogance into stone, until they became mere curios and symbols devoid of their intent. The Prince would make something memorable in that lasting moment.
Bergamot travelled all across Sorineth, offering his talents for the right price, and the right challenge. It might have been difficult for an artist of the earth to find patronage, but Bergamot knew his worth. He maintained his image of imperial refinement, offering only the very best for every occasion. His price would be high, but he always made sure that the result would exceed any expectation. And with that money he clothed himself in garments fitting to his station, and sought methods that would elevate his subjects to his ever-increasing standard.
He was not without his opponents of course. Frivolity, arrogance and vanity were some of the many accusations heaped upon him. Not unwarranted of course, but the Ridgeback would meet any challenge that would deem him unworthy of all he had worked for.
His recent move was one such challenge. The Scarred Wasteland was far from traditional ideas of ‘beauty’. An untamed and wild land, toxic flora and savage beasts put down any pretense of delicacy. They said that it would be too much for him, too unruly for even him to tame. Bergamot scoffed at such assumptions.
He had much to do ahead of him, even with the best land that he could find, he would need to learn, seek the beauty held in the Wastes. Perhaps Bergamot would seek help, make mistakes as he experimented with his art. It did not matter; his reign would be complete. The Garden Prince would not yield his crown so easily.
By amazing: Joywing
By: NookAAAA
Bergamot’s talents beget him many names amongst his home clan. Green-clawed, Berry-scales, or even Clay clod, from his detractors. His favourite, however, was the title that truly captured his talents: Bergamot, the Garden Prince.
He did not wear such a boast carelessly. From as young as a hatchling, he could feel the pulse of the earth, sense the fertility that could beget true beauty. He reigned over his domain with great care, every plant perfectly positioned to turn a landscape of dirt and clay into paradise. There would be nothing, no unearthed gem, no warrior’s stratagem that could match the elegance of his garden. Except his own looks of course, but he always knew he was exceptional.
Perhaps his work was transient, a marvel that would only last a few years, wilting where the intricate carvings of his fellow Earth dragons would last millenia. Bergamot would argue that that was the point. No monarch expects to rule forever, for it is the inevitable end that makes art truly meaningful. Let the scribes and lesser kings carve their arrogance into stone, until they became mere curios and symbols devoid of their intent. The Prince would make something memorable in that lasting moment.
Bergamot travelled all across Sorineth, offering his talents for the right price, and the right challenge. It might have been difficult for an artist of the earth to find patronage, but Bergamot knew his worth. He maintained his image of imperial refinement, offering only the very best for every occasion. His price would be high, but he always made sure that the result would exceed any expectation. And with that money he clothed himself in garments fitting to his station, and sought methods that would elevate his subjects to his ever-increasing standard.
He was not without his opponents of course. Frivolity, arrogance and vanity were some of the many accusations heaped upon him. Not unwarranted of course, but the Ridgeback would meet any challenge that would deem him unworthy of all he had worked for.
His recent move was one such challenge. The Scarred Wasteland was far from traditional ideas of ‘beauty’. An untamed and wild land, toxic flora and savage beasts put down any pretense of delicacy. They said that it would be too much for him, too unruly for even him to tame. Bergamot scoffed at such assumptions.
He had much to do ahead of him, even with the best land that he could find, he would need to learn, seek the beauty held in the Wastes. Perhaps Bergamot would seek help, make mistakes as he experimented with his art. It did not matter; his reign would be complete. The Garden Prince would not yield his crown so easily.
By amazing: Joywing
By: NookAAAA
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