Esper

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GENERATION ONE FOURTH NEST Quiet / Intelligent / Sneaky

"Mother, how did you meet our father?" Two young faes blinked up at their mother with wide curious eyes. And so she told them, the tale of how they met among the rest of the ill-fated dragons stolen from their homes just like her. At the end of her tale, the two children sat silent, pondering the revenge their mother spoke of. It was possible, and it would start with them. ྿ There's a rumour that whispers on the wind, spread from the ears of one dragon to another. The Enlisters have an enemy. What fools dare to try? Many clans know of the Enlisters, a mercenary group from the shadows that grow in strength with every passing year. They rob hatchlings from war-torn clans, the outcasted from the borders of their territories, the nomads, the unwanted, the weak. Strength has little meaning in the face of numbers - or so they believe. Taken dragons armed with naught but their teeth and claws fight for the cause of the highest bidder. Few survive, and fewer escape. However, in the midst of battle, beaten and bloody, bruised and forgotten, two dragons crawl from the battlefield and make their escape, taken in by a shelter. From there they meet a softhearted Veilspun with stars in her scales who takes pity upon the battered pair. She brings them home, introducing them to a new clan. It's here among the shadows that they make their home. It's here among the shadows that a new group starts to form. Preece may be content hiding for the rest of his life, but fire burns in Skreet's blood, the desire for revenge on the ones who harmed her family. An organisation hidden from her partner originates with her own offspring. A network of spies, ambushers, warriors - each dragon with a talent of their own spread across Sorneith with a set goal in mind. End the Enlisters, 'till none still stand. Skreet's eldest surviving children, Indra and Ambrose take the lead on the group, unoriginally dubbed 'Skreet's Army' in honour of their mother. They work with their younger siblings to situate themselves across Sorneith, spreading their roots into all manner of clans, creating descendants for a cause close to their hearts. A network of spies and warriors working hand in hand to take down the injustices of the group known as the Enlisters.

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Esper ; poison Esper's family has a mission, and it's time he set out to do his part. His wings had strengthened enough to carry his wherever the rumours gathered. His goal? Find any information he can regarding the Enlisters. ~~~~ You wouldn't notice Esper in the room until he announced himself. Similar to how you wouldn't notice your food had been poisoned until you dropped. This poison master prefers to keep to himself and his brews. Inside his mind is a range of knowledge on poisonous concoctions with varying effects and he uses this to the best of his ability, taking out targets without discrimination. Be it a high ranked general or a small foot soldier it mattered not - all were the same when faced with death. all lore above written by BlurryReality

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One of the few visitors of the Island that come and go as they please and are technically considered “inhabitants” of the Island, Esper is a deadly poison master with a penchant for the most silent and ruthless of kills. He’d stricken up a deal with Crow and a few others — information and power in exchange for his abilities and to not attack any inhabitants — and has since become a familiar sight to those on the Island who have stayed long enough.

He’s known for his cold and silent personality, as well as his love for jumpscaring dragons. While he is mostly focused on finding anything about the Enlisters and taking odd mercenary jobs outside of the Island, he can occasionally be seen helping out with harvesting and manning the apothecary. He rarely talks about his family to the inhabitants that he is fond of, and vice versa.

In a poly relationship with Ravindra & Asterdea
Sworn brother of Philomena and Briseis