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Hyperion

(#68701373)

An Intrepid Fluke

Argo

Velvet Floracat

Energy: 46/50

Personal Style

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Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

6.2 m

Wingspan

5.21 m

Weight

484.41 kg

Genetics

Obsidian
Metallic

Gold
Alloy

Gold
Runes

Hatchday

Apr 15, 2021
(3 years)

Breed

Adult
Pearlcatcher

Eye Type

Light
Common

Level 1 Pearlcatcher

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

none

Biography

Hyperion

The Prejudiced Prophetess

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LIKES & DISLIKES:

▸ Loves: The Hewn City.

▸ Likes: Sunflower seeds.

▸ Dislikes: Lanterns.

▸ Hates: Any legends.

B I O G R A P H Y

Hyperion is quite a difficult dragon to discuss. A true prophet and capable scholar, nobody knows just what she is capable of. And that has often worked to her advantage, since the most important thing in a fight is the element of surprise. To her, everything is a battle of some sort. Whether it is a matter of questionable upbringing, unsupervised adolescence or simply a hinged off adulthood, something must have gone wrong in her life for her to turn out this way. But what exactly?

As a matter of fact, something did go very wrong. Whether it be her heritage, her birthplace or the very unfortunate turn of events leading up to the previous two, Hyperion is a mystery through and through...yeah, let's unpack that. Hyperion's parents were both born in the Sunbeam Ruins, and their current clan resides in Lanternlea Port. However, Hyperion herself doesn't know that and wasn't even aware of her parents until Vantas dug up her previous clan history. What was of the utmost interest to him was that she wasn't even born into a clan; rather, somehow her egg ended up in the Abiding Boneyard, stranded in the burgundy-coloured sand. The story is quite embarrassing, really; Hyperion's birth mother left with her clan, only packing up 4 of her 5 eggs simply out of forgetfulness. The gleaming egg was later picked up and carried all the way to the Rotrock Rim. Hyperion's first moments of life weren't kind; a hatchling barely able to walk let alone fly loose in a wasteland of plague and horrors. She stumbled from clan to clan, slowly redefining the concept of herself as she stole, killed and lied with a smile. That was until Cyfrin and Leander came along.

Two mercenaries both armed to the teeth with all sorts of weapons, Cyfrin and Leander were surprised when a nameless Pearlcatcher hatchling trudged past them, a pearl way too big and heavy for her to carry weighing down on her arms. Calling the Coatl and Skydancer mates would be way too far of a stretch, yes. They can't even stand one another and are just working together because a big job is worth more than two small ones. As much as they both despised hatchlings, they decided to take pity on the yellow-eyed dragon. With a cover story and endless knowledge of mercenary tactics, she was sent back to the Sunbeam Ruins.

Leander

Cyfrin

EXTRAS:

▸ Pronouns: She/Her.

▸ Hobbies: None.

▸ Pets: Velvet Floracat.

▸ Alignment: Lawful Evil.

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Alone is what i know as home,
the world at large taught all i know.
this land of plague, flesh blood and bone
is cruel and cold, but still my own.

existing is a battle uphill,
surviving takes both luck and skill.
to predators who need to kill
just to stay standing, to stand still.

once i was a hatchling bright,
didn't see the left-behind
due to circumstance, this evil life
who's stolen all joy from my kind.

bruises taught me to be strong,
bleeding taught me what was wrong.
living creatures, fallen to claws
who'd been sharpened by nature's law.

they tell me that i'm cruel and cold,
i tell them that they're soft and bold.
such naive dragons shouldn't still
be 'live and well, with all those killed.

the battle ever rages on,
as deities watch on from above
'cause living's something for the tough
survival's for the fittest ones.

_JOURNEYS_

____A hatchling trudged through the dimly lit, rotten plains. A cast aside legend of love and brutality swirled around her in a sanguine mist, filling up her insides. She had to get out. Her pearl was cracked and blackened from the charcoal, the same colour as her scales, all the luminescence it once held gone. Hyperion was not at her best, truly. She could have been better. A bump on the shoulder, slight discomfort. Hyperion looked up. There stood Cyfrin.

____Several months later, she arrived at her destination. A new place, a new hobby, a new life. It would be hard to blend in with the multiple scars lining her shoulders, but... she'd get used to it. Even though her area of expertise is nothing like the usual scholar in the Daylight Sanctum, Hyperion could always spin a word web and get herself out of trouble. It was better than spending every day and night on the lookout for other dragons, all wielding cleavers and rapiers. The movement of an arm, a twist in the flesh. A short, inaudible sigh and a step forward. The Sunbeam Ruins shone before her.

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