Cilas
(#74457283)
Level 1 Tundra
Familiar
Porphyry Flamecaller
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Male Tundra
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.62 m
Wingspan
4.42 m
Weight
201.28 kg
Genetics
Ice
Clown
Clown
Sky
Morph
Morph
White
Gembond
Gembond
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Tundra
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
7
VIT
7
MND
7
Biography
For all his life, all he could remember, was serving the Chosen.
He didn't remember his childhood, or his parents, or anything. He liked to think that he's raised to serve the Chosen. He didn't question it. It's his highest honor. The Chosen had given him a place to live, and an identity. If it's not for the Chosen, he'd have nowhere to go!
Attack the clan. Kill the dragons. Take the hatchlings. The cult grew in number. The Chosen was content with his work. His effort was paying off.
He had felt alright in his life… until he was captured by this Shadow clan he and his group were supposed to destroy.
He's not going to cave in to any torture. No. He encased himself with ice. Don't let me wake up again until the Chosen saves me, he thought.
They melted the ice and he woke up. Not to his fellow cultists. He was still here. It had been two weeks.
He would tell them nothing. He's not letting anything getting into the way of the Chosen.
A month.
Three months. He's still a prisoner, locked in a tiny cell. He can't use his ice magic with the hot, enchanted ribbons tied to his throat. He was still in chains. Where was the Chosen?
The Chosen will come and save him... right?
He didn't remember his childhood, or his parents, or anything. He liked to think that he's raised to serve the Chosen. He didn't question it. It's his highest honor. The Chosen had given him a place to live, and an identity. If it's not for the Chosen, he'd have nowhere to go!
Attack the clan. Kill the dragons. Take the hatchlings. The cult grew in number. The Chosen was content with his work. His effort was paying off.
He had felt alright in his life… until he was captured by this Shadow clan he and his group were supposed to destroy.
He's not going to cave in to any torture. No. He encased himself with ice. Don't let me wake up again until the Chosen saves me, he thought.
They melted the ice and he woke up. Not to his fellow cultists. He was still here. It had been two weeks.
He would tell them nothing. He's not letting anything getting into the way of the Chosen.
A month.
Three months. He's still a prisoner, locked in a tiny cell. He can't use his ice magic with the hot, enchanted ribbons tied to his throat. He was still in chains. Where was the Chosen?
The Chosen will come and save him... right?
Quote:
Born on the Winter Solstice 2021
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