Christoff
(#73222334)
SCIENTIST, SAVIOUR, SINNER
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
19.58 m
Wingspan
15.99 m
Weight
7487.44 kg
Genetics
Moon
Jaguar
Jaguar
Obsidian
Basic
Basic
Black
Circuit
Circuit
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Imperial
Max Level
STR
115
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
76
INT
5
VIT
17
MND
5
Biography
||JEBEDIAH CHRISTOFF.PLAGUE | HE/HIM
PERSONAL:
Former scientist and self-proclaimed saviour. Christoff is a very intense dragon. If he has an opinion on something (and he most likely does), he will make it clear, even if he has to use force to do so. He's also quite self-assured: for every opinion he has, he's very sure it is the correct one. Or, at the very least, as close to correct as he can get. Still, there is no doubt he is working towards what is best for Nevada. Towards what is best for Sornieth. What he thinks is best, anyway, but his intentions are indisputably good. …Of course, good is not always nice, and we all know what paves the road to hell, right? |
NOTES:
> Hey, you know Nexus's Sleepwalker Program (and the abominations that were created before the process was perfected)? You know, the one that basically overwrites dragons' memories with a repository of combat training instead? That's… his fault. He wanted to spite Crackpot. > Feathered from coatl ancestry. It's not important. > Rarely, if ever, uses his natural Plague magic. The magic he uses right now is granted by the halo he wears. |
RELATIONS:
DR. HOFNARR ECCENTRIC, BUT A GOOD FRIEND (CURRENTLY EVEN MORE ECCENTRIC). PLEASE DO COOPERATE MORE OFTEN, THOUGH. DR. CRACKPOT ONLY IN CONTACT BECAUSE HOFNARR INSISTED (NO LONGER IN CONTACT). CURRENT WHEREABOUTS UNKNOWN, BUT I CARE NOT TO LEARN. HANK J. WIMBLETON YOU. THE AUDITOR TYRANT. YOU'VE STRAYED FAR FROM BEING THE DIVINE ONLOOKER THE ELEVEN DEITIES TASKED YOU TO BE. [A.A.H.W.] YOU ALL HAVE BEEN DELUDED. I'M ASHAMED TO SAY I ONCE WAS TOO, BUT NO MORE. IF I MUST TAKE YOU ALL ON MYSELF, THEN SO BE IT. PHOBOS GOOD RIDDANCE. YOU WERE A STAIN UPON THE SURFACE OF SORNIETH. [NEXUS CORE] YOU REALLY DON'T KNOW WHEN TO STAY DOWN. ALL OF YOU HAVE LONG LOST SIGHT OF OUR ORIGINAL PURPOSE, BECOMING NOTHING MORE THAN VILE SERVANTS OF A FALSE GOD. I SHALL DEAL WITH YOU IN TIME. SKITTLES FORMERLY KNOWN AS SUBJECT 1v02p_6. THEY ARE... KINDER THAN I EXPECTED, BUT I CANNOT FORGET THIS IS A DRAGON WHO COULD GIVE HANK HIMSELF A RUN FOR HIS MONEY IF THEY SO DESIRED. |
SUPPLEMENTAL
Jebediah Christoff flew full tilt through the skyways of the city, ignoring the indignance of the dragons who were actually following air traffic laws as they were forced to dive out of his way. And they were forced to dive out of his way; such were the perks of being one of the most massive dragons around. Damn that Nexus. Damn that Phobos! Using his— no, all of their research, the work of all these dragons of science who had the very misfortune of ever being hired, for such heinous acts!? An Emperor! An Emperor created not just from Imperials (and even that would have been a transgression past comprehension, though it could be due to the fact Jeb himself was an Imperial), but from every dragon possible!? And their experiments with the Shade! Harnessing the Shade! Such hubris! Such vile overconfidence! Jeb fought the urge to smite the next Nexus billboard he saw. There was no need, and it would only bring more attention to himself. But oh, it was so very tempting. Still, he didn't need to topple the billboard. He would topple Nexus itself, soon enough, and that would be far more cathartic than shattering a single advertisement. Jeb dove down the moment he made it to the centre of town, his right wing clipping one of the floating red beacons denoting the edge of the aerial highway. Some other dragons cursed him out, but he paid no heed to their rage. SLAM. Jeb landed right in front of the massive, ugly statue of Director Phobos that stood in the middle of the town square. The force of his paws hitting the ground kicked up a cloud of dust, causing pedestrians and the Nexus security stationed around the statue (of course there were security— it was just like Phobos to have such hubris) alike to cough. Before the dust even began to settle, Jeb leaped clear over the heads of the other dragons, aiming himself towards a certain side alleyway. It wouldn’t do to set the plan into motion without alerting Hofnarr first, after all. But as soon as he did— Oh, he couldn’t wait until the plan had begun— Jeb looked forward to the moment he could stand, triumphant, over the rapidly-cooling corpse of Director Phobos. |
this man has eaten all my gems and i still keep spoiling him. wonderful
VERY ANGY
by Smithsonian
by Stelvu
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