Pistache

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Pistache F A L L E N Ex Leader | Follower B Y S T A N D E R Passing by the Scenes of Life ——– "The human race is a race of cowards; and I am not only marching in that procession but carrying a banner." Mark Twain

P E R S O N A L I T Y [ C O W A R D L Y ] The clan considers him to be someone who lacks confidence, one that's weak and doesn't exactly have a purpose. He can't stand up for what he believes in because he doesn't have much that he has to believe in. [ Q U I E T ] People tend not to notice Pistache because he doesn't make much noise. He enjoys the sound of silence and likes to portray that wherever he goes. [ T I R E D ] Over the span of his life, he isn't as much of a go getter as he used to be. He's exhausted and worn out simply by the activity of being alive sometimes. Pistache used to hold the supposed honor of being Meremornaug's mate, considerably a high position. However she wasn't exactly what he was looking for and she wasn't what he wanted either. He was too quiet for her and he followed along with her too easily. He didn't seem to have his priorities in order, being a follower instead of a leader that wasn't strong enough to hold up on his own. Though, he didn't mind that. He was the way he liked himself and that was that. If it wasn't good enough for her, he was fine. He didn't exactly like the idea of being second in command to her anyway. He wasn't the kind to have people follow his examples and decisions considering what he chose was usually done rather poorly though it managed to please himself. Which was really all he desired. He's the type to walking along with the crowd instead of in front of it, giving orders and such. He's never really been outside the clan he resides in today. Meremornaug was the one who had originally brought him with her since he was a tundra but eventually he proved disappointing for her. He was a supporting role, not fit for a leader though she still held him in a kind regard. He went on to do what he would wish, making life better for himself where he could. He's referred to as the fallen, simply because he used to be in such a high position only to be cast down to where he is now. Though for him, he really doesn't mind. He doesn't react as they wish and he doesn't like making a scene. He continues to remain loyal to his work and to those around him. Editing/Bio and Coding by Skiesti

cowardly, quiet, tired
the fallen

He used to be the one besides Meremornaug, used to be the one with the honor of being her mate. But Pistache was not the mate she had been looking for, no, he was too quiet. Too complacent. Whatever she said, he did. Pistache didn't seem to have any of his own ideals, own goals to strive for. He simply did whatever he was told with a bow and quick feet.

Pistache honestly does not mind the fact that he was replaced. He truly doesn't. He does not like the idea of being in command, does not like the idea of having others watch him and expect him to make wise choices and decisions. He is not the kind of dragon suited for that. Pistache would much rather walk alongside the crowd or perhaps even behind it. He is not a brave dragon. He has never been a brave dragon.

Pistache has only ever known the clan he is in, brought in by Meremornaug who found his pelt and the fact that he was a tundra quite desirable. But things slowly changed as she realized he was no commanding leader. He could be a great support, with his willingness to obey. But not if she placed him at the same rank as herself. So she cast him down, made him a simple worker and took on someone harder, someone more worthy.

Pistache knows the others watch him in shock. They watch him because they are surprised that someone like him could have been so high and then fallen so low. He knows they watch him, expecting anger, rage, anything other than the same. But he only gives the same as he always has; his loyalty and his work.
Bio made by FloatingInSpace


Used to be
storm/tangerine/ somethin
slate/carmine/storm