Berwin
(#67730859)
favourite. dragon. ever.
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Magic Nymph
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Arcane.
Male Coatl
This dragon is on a Coliseum team.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
7.45 m
Wingspan
8.12 m
Weight
872.7 kg
Genetics
Rose
Petals
Petals
Pearl
Butterfly
Butterfly
Rose
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Coatl
Max Level
STR
126
AGI
20
DEF
5
QCK
56
INT
5
VIT
5
MND
5
Biography
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S t a t s
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D e s c r i p t i o n
"Uncle Berwin! Uncle Berwin!" This phrase is often heard shouted through the clan. To everyone in the clan, Berwin is a kind uncle, capable of many feats and fulfilling any wish possible. To say he shines as brightly as a star is not exactly correct - he is a star. A twinkling beacon of hope and inspiration for every dragon that has ever known him. "It's okay! I'll help you with this!" is his catchphrase, and he feels more like a friendly neighbour than one of the clan's founders. It is said that one of his very distant descendants was named after him due to their near-identical features, aside from a curious lack of reflection in Berwin (the elder)'s eyes. |
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H i s t o r y
He had never wanted something like this to happen. He had never wanted something like this to happen. Surely, he was dreaming, right? Berwin watched as his clan, his birthplace, his home, was devoured by azure flames, accompanied with the eerie silence most unlike the clan. Frozen in place, he couldn't move. This was not real. This was NOT real. A humourless chuckle escaped him as his feet started moving, one claw in front of the other. Everything is alright. Nothing is wrong. I am safe. 'Oh,' Berwin stopped abruptly. 'Oh.' In front of him stood the crumbling remains of his childhood home, ashes falling in a morbid mimicry of snow, snow that he wanted to see for once in his life. Snow tainted black, snow tainted red the colour of blood the colour of his parents' blood- A burnt metal frame felt rough under his touch. It was- it was the painting his father had commissioned with a month's worth of salary, and it was seared at the edges and unsalveageable. Strange. Why was his cheek wet? Why were there droplets on the painting? The plains were not supposed to be grey. They were supposed to be as green as Stella's eyes, as lush and brilliant as the mage Berwin's vision had been, so why weren't they? Why was all of it gone? "To the gods above, What does it mean to live? What does it mean to die? And why am I the only one who survived? If you are truly merciful, then strike me down, Or give me a chance to make things right." |
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F a m i l y He remembers gentle touches and kind words, genuine laughter and fond banter. But things do not last, and least of all good things. They were there, once, but he was alone, alone, alone, alone and no dragon would help him He fell asleep, wishing for once that he could cease to live. And the gods answered his call: but not in the way he expected. When he opened his eyes again, it was to a lush forest and sprawling mountains, a place he recognized as the place where his clan was once built. But things were different - the stone waterfall was not constructed yet, and there were no houses or dens. It was then that he became completely dedicated to rebuilding the clan as he knew it. He would find Uncle Berwin, the clan founder. Wandering around aimlessly, he picked up useful things that would help him with the clan's rebuilding: dropped stones imbued with magic, stray twigs from the nests of magical familiars and one of the most mysterious cloaks he had ever seen - a cloak that reminded him of liquefied starlight. When he put it on, he felt...right, like he had been reunited with a long lost friend. He mostly relied on his magic after that, tracking down stray dragons and welcoming them to the beginnings of a civilization they had built. The first dragons he had found were a pair named Stella and Riverrush, a cloaked huntress and a scout. The three had become close friends soon after, and Berwin shared with them his plan to find the "powerful mage Berwin". He never noticed the knowing glances they shared whenever he talked about how "Berwin" had founded a clan along with his two friends. He had searched for years, and soon, he realised the clan as he had knew it was bustling with life and vitality, and before he knew it the hatchlings were calling him, "Uncle Berwin." |
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