Doomsayer's dragon Jezebel

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Skin

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Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

6.76 m

Wingspan

7.83 m

Weight

463.48 kg

Genetics

Gloom
Slime

Obsidian
Sludge

Thicket
Smirch

Hatchday

Jun 20, 2021
(2 years)

Breed

Adult
Mirror

Eye Type

Plague
Bright

Level 1 Mirror

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Honored
Kali

Offspring

none

Biography

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Jezebel

daughter of Honored

Jezebel is Honored's first and only daughter. When she was a mere hatchling, she and her brother were busy playing in the dungeons, when they both discovered a very warm and comforting cell, far away from where Honored told them to stay. Out of curiosity, the two couldn't help but wander into the cell, unaware that their lives were never to be the same again...

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She never remembered what exactly happened that day.
The day she and her brother wandered into the dungeons of Astreon. The day she met Her.
The day she became Her's.

The day was a blur, but she knew the warm embrace of the Beast; Her warm claws, Her gentle tongue, Her fierce yet loving jaws. All of her life, she believed this Beast was her mother, the one who brought her into the world.

Yet she knows not of what she looked like. Everything about her past—her father, her brother, her home—all lost to the eternal warmth and corruption that enveloped her scales, her mind.

She could not see clearly, she could not speak. All she remembered was being dropped off near the Wyrmwound, hearing a masculine voice tell her, "I am sorry, my daughter... but this is for the kingdom's sake... I pray someone loving finds you..."

She was alone, and wandered around the Plaguebringer's domain, being guided by something, someone. They hissed in their mind, pushing her to do their bidding. There was not much a tiny hatchling could do, but the voice did not matter. The voice belonged to Her; it belonged to Mother.

Years past, and the lost one was found by a Mirror, his scales a captivating crimson, like dried blood. He approached her without any wariness, as if he recognized her.

Was this her brother? She originally believed so, as her blurry vision fell onto the strange, new dragon.

"Hello? Are you alright? You don't look so hot," he had told her. "... Are you...? Vigil's sister?"

Vigil. Vigil. That name... she remembered it but she couldn't. This Vigil was her brother. So what of this Mirror? Was he Vigil?

She could not ask, as she could not speak for herself. She merely came closer to this Mirror, pointing at him and cocking her head to one side, like a curious dog.

"Oh? What is it?" The Mirror took a moment to understand what she was trying to say. "OH! Heh heh. My name's Sadryn. I'm a soon-to-be mercenary. Nice to meet ya... What's your name?"

She never knew her name, but it tumbled out of her mouth, in a voice that was not her own, in a corrupted, double voice full of malice and a desire for revenge:

"Jezebel. I am Jezebel."

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