Ezio
(#7252672)
Level 1 Imperial
Familiar
Graveyard Guardian
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Wind.
Male Imperial
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Personal Style
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Scene
Measurements
Length
21.74 m
Wingspan
17.54 m
Weight
7401.78 kg
Genetics
Blood
Iridescent
Iridescent
Pink
Shimmer
Shimmer
Rose
Smoke
Smoke
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
Assassino Wind Singer Poison Maker
Ezio used to be a charming young dragon with a lopsided grin and a happy go lucky personality. He met another young wind dragon when he was out practicing his flying one day and they continued to meet for moons. As he grew old enough to leave his clan, he asked her to go with him. She too was brimming with lust for adventure and they set off. They flew through the Ashfall Waste, played in the Starfall Isles and wove through blizzards in the Southern Icefield.
"Please don't leave me, Ezio" Her voice was weak and wavering, the light in her green eyes fading.
But there was still a smile on her lips as she lay against him, her small frame curled up next to him. He could not tell if she was still bleeding as the whole Wandering Contagion stank of blood and rot.
"I promise. I won't ever leave" he managed to choke out, his voice tight with the effort not to sob.
"We had fun, didn't we?" she whispered, one eye drooping closed as she gazed up at him.
Warmth flooded his heart and for a moment Ezio forgot where they were and what was happening. All he could see was her form flitting through the air above the Ashfall Waste, her eyes gleaming out of a snowstorm, her bright yellow hide flitting through the dark trees of the Tangled Wood. All those moons ago when he first met her, her wings struggling to keep her aloft in the sky, his own giving way as he stared at her for too long.
"We had fun" he agreed.
Her other eye drooped closed and she leaned against him completely, her muscles relaxing as he propped her up. Glancing down, Ezio felt tears finally spring to his eyes. The large gash across her stomach was still dripping with blood, the edges of the wound jagged from the steel fitted claw that had cut her. The leather of her wings was ragged with wounds. She would never fly again. Ezio closed his eyes and looked away, focusing only on the feeling of her heart against his side.
He loved her. He loved her more than any other thing he had ever known. They were going to settle in the Sunbeam Ruins and build a clan with their children.
They were going to be loved. They had plans.
It was anger, not sadness that took over him as the final breath passed from her body.
After the death of his murdered lover, Ezio set out on a quest to take down every dragon involved. He trained himself in the lands of the Plague God, his mind growing as sharp as his claws as he practiced against dragons and creatures of bone alike. He spent so much time in the lands that when he returned to the Windswept Plateau his former clan did not recognize him at all. Ezio tore through the eleven kingdoms to find those responsible for Catarina's death. In the end, he slaughtered them all. Ever since he has been known by the title of "Assassin".
Ezio used to be a charming young dragon with a lopsided grin and a happy go lucky personality. He met another young wind dragon when he was out practicing his flying one day and they continued to meet for moons. As he grew old enough to leave his clan, he asked her to go with him. She too was brimming with lust for adventure and they set off. They flew through the Ashfall Waste, played in the Starfall Isles and wove through blizzards in the Southern Icefield.
"Please don't leave me, Ezio" Her voice was weak and wavering, the light in her green eyes fading.
But there was still a smile on her lips as she lay against him, her small frame curled up next to him. He could not tell if she was still bleeding as the whole Wandering Contagion stank of blood and rot.
"I promise. I won't ever leave" he managed to choke out, his voice tight with the effort not to sob.
"We had fun, didn't we?" she whispered, one eye drooping closed as she gazed up at him.
Warmth flooded his heart and for a moment Ezio forgot where they were and what was happening. All he could see was her form flitting through the air above the Ashfall Waste, her eyes gleaming out of a snowstorm, her bright yellow hide flitting through the dark trees of the Tangled Wood. All those moons ago when he first met her, her wings struggling to keep her aloft in the sky, his own giving way as he stared at her for too long.
"We had fun" he agreed.
Her other eye drooped closed and she leaned against him completely, her muscles relaxing as he propped her up. Glancing down, Ezio felt tears finally spring to his eyes. The large gash across her stomach was still dripping with blood, the edges of the wound jagged from the steel fitted claw that had cut her. The leather of her wings was ragged with wounds. She would never fly again. Ezio closed his eyes and looked away, focusing only on the feeling of her heart against his side.
He loved her. He loved her more than any other thing he had ever known. They were going to settle in the Sunbeam Ruins and build a clan with their children.
They were going to be loved. They had plans.
It was anger, not sadness that took over him as the final breath passed from her body.
After the death of his murdered lover, Ezio set out on a quest to take down every dragon involved. He trained himself in the lands of the Plague God, his mind growing as sharp as his claws as he practiced against dragons and creatures of bone alike. He spent so much time in the lands that when he returned to the Windswept Plateau his former clan did not recognize him at all. Ezio tore through the eleven kingdoms to find those responsible for Catarina's death. In the end, he slaughtered them all. Ever since he has been known by the title of "Assassin".
Quote:
Nothing is true, everything is permitted.
It is merely an observation on the nature of reality. To say that nothing is true is to realise that the foundations of society are fragile and that we must the shepherds of our own civilization. To say that everything is permitted is to understand that we are the architects of our actions and that we must live with our consequences, whether glorious or tragic.
It is merely an observation on the nature of reality. To say that nothing is true is to realise that the foundations of society are fragile and that we must the shepherds of our own civilization. To say that everything is permitted is to understand that we are the architects of our actions and that we must live with our consequences, whether glorious or tragic.
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