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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
6.11 m
Wingspan
7.96 m
Weight
691.7 kg
Genetics
Lead
Crystal
Crystal
Murk
Butterfly
Butterfly
Cerise
Runes
Runes
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Wildclaw
Max Level
STR
133
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
40
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
5
Biography
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Scorched Earth The ash falls freely... Born within the chaos of the Molten Scar, Pagan grew up amidst instability and violence. He hatched atop a disjointed tectonic plate alongside his two siblings; and for three hours knew peace, curling against his brother and sister for cover from the ashen "snow". His world overturned then, as the plate began to shift, spraying molten lava over the edges of the outcrop his parents had nested upon. At three hours old he learned to run, to sprint underneath his parents wings as they dodged falling plumes of debris and liquid rock. Pagan never stopped running. He excelled in anything physical, having the greatest hunting prowess of the clutch. On a predatory diet of Ashfall bats, panther anoles, firebearer monkeys, and redridge pangolins, he grew into a sizable male, easily outstanding his brother. Food was plentiful, and so despite their aggressive tendencies, the family bond was strong, all three siblings working together alongside their parents to hunt greater and larger prey. Their territory was lush, and while many areas were inhospitable, the small clan of Wildclaws thrived.  Nothing lasts forever. A discovery of an incredibly rich vein of rare metal had been discovered, and despite their best efforts, the family was ousted by larger dragons eager for their chance to greedily extract as much of the precious metal before it fell into the lava below. Their new territory within the Flintlock Fumaroles was a far cry from their hallowed hunting grounds. The toxic smoke drove prey away, and the family survived on the occasional Salamander or Canopy Darter. The stress and competition shattered the familial bonds between the Wildclaws, and soon, the juvenile dragons were driven off by their parents out of desperation. Pagan struck out on his own, preferring solitude over the weakness displayed by his brother and sister. He eventually eked out a small patch of territory along the Emberglow Hearth. Hunting was not as rich as the Scar, but it was serviceable. During his hunts, he chanced across a beautiful Coatl, coated in a gleam of metallic scales. He was entranced by Rachelle, and in his attempts to woo her, took great steps to tamper his aggressive behavior. After all, a brutish Wildclaw had no business with a dainty and elegant Coatl female. It was a whirlwind of a courtship and It wasn't long until they built a nest together. Their three children were all strong, although Pagan was disappointed to find a Coatl child in the clutch having inherited none of his mother's metal, and his painted wings. Still, he maintained a solid presence in all three of the hatchlings lives as a fierce protector, and an attentive if aloof father. Eventually, his children came of age and moved on to their own stories, with two of them ascending to serve the Flamecaller and Shadowbinder respectively. His daughter Aveline decided to join with a neighboring clan and taking up a position on their reigning council. Rachelle determined that as her motherly duties were satisfied, she wished to move on, leaving Pagan to serve the Shadowbinder alongside their Wildclaw son. Pagan was far more passionate about the split, the Coatl female looking at the separation as logical, with him viewing it as a betrayal. Unable to make her change her mind, Pagan fled the lands of the Flamecaller, furious at his new onset of loneliness. Pagan wandered for years, his aggressive demeanor returning in spades. His hostility encouraged little welcome in any clan he met, with well-intended greetings from strangers met with hissing and slashes with his hind claws. The dragon became a transient lifeform, a wanderer without a home. Passing through the highland scrub of the Shifting Expanse, the ruins of the Hewn City, Pagan survived only for himself, hunting to eat, and otherwise operating on the most basic of instincts. He skirted about the Emperor's Wake, even his high aggressiveness and fondness for battle not sufficient to face such a foe, before entering the Tangled Wood. It was easier to travel here. Dark and quiet. The air was cool and humid, so much different from the deadly and dry hot air of his homeland. Pagan would have found himself quite content, if the prey had been easier to track. All creatures living within the Shadowbinder's realm behaved--strangely. So much different than what he was accustomed to. Even after adjusting his tactics, the dragon determined it would be impossible to hunting them alone. This only reminded the male of his lost family, and sent the dragon into a fresh bout of rage, Pagan taking out his frustrations on a thick colony of massive violet mushrooms. The fresh scent of green caught his attention. It was a smell he was unfamiliar with, experiencing it only briefly in the Sunbeam Ruins. The scent had meant plants… but it had been dessicated and dry; this was verdant, and strong. Coming to a deep river, the Wildclaw plunged forward, successfully paddling to the other side. Here he stepped into the Viridian Labyrinth for the first time. The Fire dragon was in awe of the fresh, sulfur-free water, the expanses of forest and the abundance of prey. Immediately he struck out to find himself a territory, a task made next to impossible due to his hostile demeanor. No clan within the south western territories of the Labyrinth would permit him entry to their lands, and so the Wildclaw wandered. Eventually, he found himself within the Shrieking Wilds, and chanced upon a massive barred skira carcass, half eaten but fresh. Unable to resist, the dragon helped himself hoping to scavenge as much before those responsible for the kill returned. It didn't take long. Pagan was thrown off of the slain beast, the head of a massive Guardian male sending him flying. Any attempts to return to the meal were interrupted by a female Wildclaw so dark she blended into the humid shadows of the jungle like a ghost. Pagan fought fiercely but was no match for the ebony giant, and his swift, invisible companion. It was misery, knowing his strength and his aggression were no match for an organized pack of dragons, and the raptor began his retreat. Before he could leave the copse of trees, an Imperial glinting of fire and smoke stepped into his path, and regarded him with a methodical, calculating gaze. "I've not seen one stand up to Saiyana and Vagrant so readily," She grinned, "You must be very hungry or very foolish." "I am neither," Pagan replied, the feathered crest between his horns stiffening at the suggestion. "I saw an opportunity and I took it." The Imperial regarded him with a cold smile. "Opportunistic behavior and high aggression are not commonly tolerated within the Labyrinth. However, I think we could find it useful. Come with me." Hesitant, and suspicions high, Pagan followed the Imperial female who led him back to the slain beast. "He will join us to share in this meal," Pele announced, drawing a snarl out of the ghostly Wildclaw and absolutely no reaction from the silent Guardian. Pele's gaze scalded the smaller female, and she eventually stilled. "He is officially my guest." The Imperial declared with a heavy, finalizing tone. "And perhaps, with our Matriarch's blessing, the newest member of our hunting party." "We don't need a-" The Wildclaw was silenced once more by a fiery glare. "The Shrieking Wilds is a dangerous place," Pele murmured, placing herself between Pagan and the Wildclaw female who continued to hold a strike pose, her slashing claws tapping against the ground. "And his strength will be our strength. He will stay. For now." As Pagan ate, he felt eyes upon him. An unsettling sensation, but one that he could ignore. Besides, if he was found useful, that meant they would help him, and that was a transaction the Wildclaw could tolerate. And the moment they are no longer of use, I will abandon them. He thought, swallowing a thick chunk of skira liver. So it was that Pagan the Ruthless came to join the Clan of Oak and Bone.
ruthless / berserker / frenzied
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Outfit Goal:
Conflagrant
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Pagan is a dragon I purchased when I first started Flight Rising in April 2021. I was looking for a Fire-aligned Coliseum fighter, and immediately fell in love with the fractals in his Crystal primary, and thought the Cerise runes were absolutely striking. I didn't care for the butterfly wings, but liked the murky color of them. As a result, he dislikes the patterns on his wings as he doesn't consider them markings of a strong Wildclaw. In my mind he was a fierce and aggressive character, who deep down was a decent dragon, but misfortune, hardship and constant struggle in his life have formed him to default on hyper-aggression, a bloodthirsty streak and intense ruthlessness. If you get to know him, you'll discover the aggression is a protective front, and a means to survive. He will never be outwardly soft and affectionate, but if you belong to the very few he trusts and values, he will kill to protect you. For now, Pagan serves as one of the commanders, having proven himself in battle. While he isn't as organized as Shimmerscale, he's still as capable, and commonly works alongside Pele, with either Luka or Raylah in tow. (He's a general farmer for Coliseum, and my fire fighter for GW, and Portal) |
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