MACROSS
(#72592436)
Level 1 Wildclaw
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.55 m
Wingspan
7.94 m
Weight
700.08 kg
Genetics
Cornflower
Starmap
Starmap
Steel
Facet
Facet
Magenta
Runes
Runes
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Wildclaw
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
8
AGI
9
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
6
Biography
╭━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╮ MACROSS New Invention / IDKHOW ╰━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╯ "Without realizing that the past is constantly determining their present actions, they avoid learning anything about their history." ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
⸙ code by wanderlustfaun
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Bio
It was through a swift wit and skillful claws that MACROSS worked her way up to becoming a mechanic of Glasis, setting aside her combative prowess for something giving her more of an opportunity to meet new dragons, passersby to her clan. Of course, a need to socialize and surround herself with pleasantries isn't the only reason she settled into this lifestyle. Rather, filled with a need for answers, she not-so-patiently awaits them. There are millions of strangers in the world. Never mind her desire to push onward, she is curious of what happened to herself. Where did she come from? Did someone out there have answers for her? What of her unique martial abilities, how easily the little things seemed to come to her in spite of her memory loss? Yet, though so desperately MACROSS tries not to let these sorts of thoughts nag at her, she finds herself awake at late times, pondering for hours. So, she then turns to distractions. Tinkering with and researching mechanics and creations -- some being foreign gifts from travelers, which she most appreciates -- she finds herself at peace in her workshop. There, her strange wistfulness and bizarre dreams dare not disturb her, as so fervently she sparks cords and wires, as she welds iron together, as she blows steam and generates electricity to bring her designs to life. How she loves them. How she loves showing them off to her companions, who can’t help but to coo, excited for the steps she takes towards her little happiness. From weaponry to defensive measures built into her den, from toys for hatchlings to everyday utensils, no one can argue that MACROSS has the utmost pride in her work. |
Lore
What do you do when you have no past to speak of? For MACROSS, the answer is to keep moving forward. She busies herself as a mechanic, but her amnesia gnaws at the back of her mind constantly. Despite this, she manages to put forth a warm disposition, always smiling and teasing her friends to let them know how much she cares.
MACROSS knows uncountable fighting moves and techniques, some completely foreign to her clanmates. She can execute them with absolute deftness, as if she's possessed with a fighter's spirit when it comes to combat. She knows nothing of how she learned them, and struggles to explain them when others ask about it. In fact, she's tried to to teach some to others, and it was more like trying to explain advanced mathematics when she could barely explain how to add two and two.
Though it frightens her, MACROSS is determined to figure out what happened to her. Her friends are more than willing to help her. Who was she? What did she do? Why does she not remember anything? Who took her memories? The answers to those questions are out there somewhere, and she's secretly terrified of what they just might be.
Lore written by Nihilis
Dream Journal: I was walking down a darkened pathway. Nobody was around, not even wildlife. I didn't recognize the area at all, but when I was faced with a crossroad, I took the left path with confidence. As if it was perfectly natural to go that way.
What do you do when you have no past to speak of? For MACROSS, the answer is to keep moving forward. She busies herself as a mechanic, but her amnesia gnaws at the back of her mind constantly. Despite this, she manages to put forth a warm disposition, always smiling and teasing her friends to let them know how much she cares.
Dream Journal: It was another battle. It felt like I was a berserk warrior, unable stop even though I was cutting down enemies at every turn. I woke up smelling blood. Its still lingering, but my denmates swear they can't smell anything.
MACROSS knows uncountable fighting moves and techniques, some completely foreign to her clanmates. She can execute them with absolute deftness, as if she's possessed with a fighter's spirit when it comes to combat. She knows nothing of how she learned them, and struggles to explain them when others ask about it. In fact, she's tried to to teach some to others, and it was more like trying to explain advanced mathematics when she could barely explain how to add two and two.
Dream Journal: This time I was building something. Something, strange? I don't know how to explain it. It wasn't any sort of machine I recognize, and it had strange parts. So many saws and blades...
Though it frightens her, MACROSS is determined to figure out what happened to her. Her friends are more than willing to help her. Who was she? What did she do? Why does she not remember anything? Who took her memories? The answers to those questions are out there somewhere, and she's secretly terrified of what they just might be.
Lore written by Nihilis
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Exalting MACROSS to the service of the Icewarden will remove them from your lair forever. They will leave behind a small sum of riches that they have accumulated. This action is irreversible.
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