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Personal Style

Apparel

Tar-Trap Forecallouses
Tar-Trap Forecallouses
Tar-Trap Hindcallouses
Tar-Trap Hindcallouses

Skin

Scene

Measurements

Length
3.69 m
Wingspan
5.44 m
Weight
685.36 kg

Genetics

Primary Gene
Stonewash
Slime
Stonewash
Slime
Secondary Gene
Sky
Sludge
Sky
Sludge
Tertiary Gene
Obsidian
Crackle
Obsidian
Crackle

Hatchday

Hatchday
Jun 15, 2021
(2 years)

Breed

Breed
Adult
Skydancer

Eye Type

Special Eye Type
Light
Dark Sclera
Level 25 Skydancer
Max Level
Scratch
Eliminate
Shred
Blinding Slash
Haste
Berserker
Berserker
Berserker
Ambush
Ambush
STR
131
AGI
11
DEF
7
QCK
45
INT
5
VIT
7
MND
5

Lineage

Parents

  • none

Offspring

  • none

Biography

-SHOAL-
SH-OHWL
THEME SONG | VOICE | SADIST | INTELLIGENT
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"I can feel your fear, your anger."
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A shrill cry splits the air, sending shivers up your spine. Talons against stone echo, scraping and grinding, growing faster and louder until-- silence. Breathless, you dare spare a single eye to peek from a sliver by the door you've been hiding behind. A glimpse of color, and you duck, cowering, afraid that it will see you.
-"I can feel you," the creature hissed "You're afraid..." his claws echoed on the floor as he crept down the hallway. "I understand... you're afraid that I will find you."
-Your eyes dart for a hiding spot, and you see a desk, old and rotted. "There's no need to hide, I already know where you are." He ended with a whisper. You slide over to the turned desk and hide behind it, you suddenly grow cold. The door handle clicks, a slow creak and dripping resonates throughout the room. "Come out, come out... I know you're here..."
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Shoal became corrupted by a dark disease created by either him, or some scientist in the lab he used to reside in. He doesn't remember much of his time in the lab, only that he had fun ending the lives of those in it as the building came crashing down.-
Since Shoal is a Skydancer, he can feel emotions. He uses this to find his victims, and always knows where they're at. He likes to toy with them, he's an entity that feeds off fear, an entity that enjoys infecting terror and pain on others around him. He enjoys leading them on to a false sense of security only to end them when they think they're free like some sick game.-
Shoal resides in a location that holds many hallways and rooms, possibly a school or a separate lab, which makes what he does, very fun for him. N' since the place is abandoned, dragons will often flock there for various reasons of their own. Could be some place for teens to hang out, or a hideout to sell various forms of black market goods, doesn't matter to Shoal. It always provided a steady number of dragons to terrorize, so he stays there.-

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-Shoal's first encounter wasn't a grand one, it was an older teen looking for a hideout to deal out some painted familiars, calling them "one-of-a-kinds" and planned to sell them for 50 thousand Septims each. Didn't matter, he was in Shoal's house now, nothing mattered to him. He was new to the playground, as was the victim, both had little to no idea what room was what or what hallway lead to where.
-He didn't know much of what he wanted to do, why he wanted to do it... but he knew he wanted to taste blood, to see fear in his prey's eyes before taking its life, to play with it and hear its breath quicken after each passing moment.
-Shoal dragged his claws against the door frame, metallic ringing shattered the quiet air. "Who's there?" he cried, such a lovely sound. Shoal couldn't decide whether to announce his presence or stay silent, if you really were in danger why would you ask questions and expect an answer? It's like asking a monster if they were under your bed, you wouldn't expect an answer nor would get one so what was the point? A long hiss crept past the doorway, hoping to lure the dragon out of hiding. It didn't take long for the Skydancer to become impatient. The sound of a vase rolling slowly traveled into the doorway, hitting a wall within. "Come on out Flish, I know you're there." They yelled, it sounded more fearful than authoritative. After a few seconds, Shoal crept to door, peeking within. Inside was the fluffy back of a smaller than average Tundra, tending to his frightened pets. Analyzing the area, Shoal took notice of one other door to the room, an overturned table blocking it. The Tundra could move it, if he really tried, and if he did he'd be able to chase him down anyway. "It's not Flish that you should be worried about-" He hissed before ducking back. Looking through a hole in the wall, he saw the Tundra whip around, a look of terror plastered over his face. "W-who is that? Jane?" Shoal chuckled grimly. "No, my friend, your worst nightmare." The dragon took a step back, inpulsivly grabbing onto a necklace around his neck. "Sh-show yourself!" Manical laughter split the air. "No, no, I don't think you mean that. If I come out, I'll be the last thing you see! You wouldn't want that would you?" His eyes darted, desperate to find an escape. He looked to the table, then back to the door, a small sense of courage rising in him. He could escape easily, all he had to do was turn that desk over. "I mean it- come out."
The sound of dripping resonates within the still air, the room growing colder by the second. Two yellow eyes peer from behind the doorway, low to the ground as the creature creeps inside. The Tundra is silent, his look of terror growing more and more and the thing reveals itself. "Hello, Thomas." The dragon screams, his legs kicking up behind him, he dashes to the table, desperately clutching onto its legs, pulling it aside. Shoal calmly walks in, his claws scrapping along the floor, growing louder as he approaches. Flinging it aside, the Tundra goes for the handle, only to feel sharp pains in his tail. Turning, he meets the sadistic gaze of the monster behind him.
WIP
Wing Bones Cobalt Glazed Vase Cracked Blackened Ribcage

-History-
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November 2021 wrote:
-November 14-
17:34 - Applied Slime

-November 19-
02:34 - Applied Crackle

-November 20-
06:05 - Applied Sludge
January 2022 wrote:
-January 14-
12:23 - Applied Skydancer

-January 16-
11:17 - Applied Dark Sclera (Common)
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