Unnamed
(#70932149)
Level 1 Spiral
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Wind.
Female Spiral
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.71 m
Wingspan
1.66 m
Weight
86.83 kg
Genetics
Midnight
Iridescent
Iridescent
Flaxen
Bee
Bee
Ivory
Smoke
Smoke
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Spiral
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
9
DEF
5
QCK
8
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
6
Biography
bio repository
keeping, just no plans in mind atm
a mechanic of the brotherhood against allag, s'atja's former lover and part of the resistance. while s'atja's talents lay in disassembling and inventing new machines, reuben's lay in repairing and improving them. the two of them made an incredible team, spearheading the technological advance of the resistance so they might stand a chance against the allagan empire's forces—
until reuben's younger sibling was captured, and the au ra in turn forced to leak information about the resistance should he wish to ever see his family again. following orders, he lead a small unit to its doom- one s'atja should've been leading, had reuben not accidentally decommissioned his prosthetic leg to ensure he would remain indoors. safe.
... unlike his family, because the treacherous imperial dastards hadn't even bothered with keeping them around as hostages- they took him, collared him, forced him to work for them and only them under threat of death, leaving s'atja to believe he had actually died. instead, he was alive, drafted into the army to make use of his skills on the field where the empire wouldn't dare send their mechanics or waste their precious repair drones.
the day he died was a warm one, the sun setting red after a bitter skirmish between the empire and the resistance. amidst the rubble, reuben was sweeping the field for survivors from either side, unknowing of the fact s'atja was doing the same- yet when the miqo'te caught sight of him, he already knew what would happen. the uniform he wore, dirty as it was, was explanation enough. silently, he watched the betrayal register in s'atja's eyes. the true rage fill them. the fury in the flash of his teeth, the pain as the other bodily tackled him into the dust screaming why why why.
reuben laughed, didn't defend himself, didn't explain- he couldn't, he didn't need to, and his punishment would be death regardless. but oh, he didn't mind, let it be his absolution; because, he thought as his friend's lance descended upon him, to him, atja was always freedom incarnate, and it was as always his duty to lean into his loving hand.
had a cybernetic eye that s'atja made for him- liked the improvement of his vision so much he started covering his other eye. snacked on crunchy food obnoxiously to tick s'atja off.
keeping, just no plans in mind atm
reuben ocran
roo-ben || he/him
roo-ben || he/him
a mechanic of the brotherhood against allag, s'atja's former lover and part of the resistance. while s'atja's talents lay in disassembling and inventing new machines, reuben's lay in repairing and improving them. the two of them made an incredible team, spearheading the technological advance of the resistance so they might stand a chance against the allagan empire's forces—
until reuben's younger sibling was captured, and the au ra in turn forced to leak information about the resistance should he wish to ever see his family again. following orders, he lead a small unit to its doom- one s'atja should've been leading, had reuben not accidentally decommissioned his prosthetic leg to ensure he would remain indoors. safe.
... unlike his family, because the treacherous imperial dastards hadn't even bothered with keeping them around as hostages- they took him, collared him, forced him to work for them and only them under threat of death, leaving s'atja to believe he had actually died. instead, he was alive, drafted into the army to make use of his skills on the field where the empire wouldn't dare send their mechanics or waste their precious repair drones.
the day he died was a warm one, the sun setting red after a bitter skirmish between the empire and the resistance. amidst the rubble, reuben was sweeping the field for survivors from either side, unknowing of the fact s'atja was doing the same- yet when the miqo'te caught sight of him, he already knew what would happen. the uniform he wore, dirty as it was, was explanation enough. silently, he watched the betrayal register in s'atja's eyes. the true rage fill them. the fury in the flash of his teeth, the pain as the other bodily tackled him into the dust screaming why why why.
reuben laughed, didn't defend himself, didn't explain- he couldn't, he didn't need to, and his punishment would be death regardless. but oh, he didn't mind, let it be his absolution; because, he thought as his friend's lance descended upon him, to him, atja was always freedom incarnate, and it was as always his duty to lean into his loving hand.
had a cybernetic eye that s'atja made for him- liked the improvement of his vision so much he started covering his other eye. snacked on crunchy food obnoxiously to tick s'atja off.
"atja, where in the seven hells did you leave the toolbox?!"
(they/them)
be not afraid, the light booms. it trickles over you, sweet like milk and honey, crushing like marble and stone.
we forgive you. we forgive you. we forgive you.
you cannot even scream.
a quiet mystel of lakeland who was turned in a sin eater attack upon their village. independant to a fault, as if to not worry their sister about their well-being— smiled and laughed often, despite being mute, and always thought of others before themself. believed the black face paint they wore would help ward off the encroaching light and see the truth even when blinded by radiance, and dearly hoped to one day witness the night sky.
(not a warrior cats reference.)
(they/them)
be not afraid, the light booms. it trickles over you, sweet like milk and honey, crushing like marble and stone.
we forgive you. we forgive you. we forgive you.
you cannot even scream.
a quiet mystel of lakeland who was turned in a sin eater attack upon their village. independant to a fault, as if to not worry their sister about their well-being— smiled and laughed often, despite being mute, and always thought of others before themself. believed the black face paint they wore would help ward off the encroaching light and see the truth even when blinded by radiance, and dearly hoped to one day witness the night sky.
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Coerthas Western Highlands
encased in ice, evermore.
bound fast unto our fate one path, one burden great yet ever do our aching souls point heavensward ever rings out our song |
(not a warrior cats reference.)
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