Periphery
(#74782730)
..............*Ignores you*
Familiar
Driftwood Baron
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Earth.
Male Spiral
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.2 m
Wingspan
2.56 m
Weight
92.81 kg
Genetics
Oilslick
Slime
Slime
Umber
Sludge
Sludge
Midnight
Spines
Spines
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 3 Spiral
EXP: 389 / 1401
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
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If hosting Trog in a Nest, Please Return To TheAlmightySei. Note: He Prefers To Be Called "Trog" as he feels his name is not formidable enough. - Only His Mate & Offspring Are allowed to call him "Peri" (He Reluctantly allows it.)  More Lore Needed
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The first thing Trog saw when he hatched from his egg was Sei and from then on she was "Mom"
and no one could tell him otherwise. As an adult He has wondered why he was abanded while he was still in his egg, tossed into a bubbling toxic pool filled with bones and debris. His egg sat their for days until the day that Sei was passing by with Rancor on their weekly stole and that is when Sei spotted the Earth Egg. She asked Rancor if she could fly over and snatch the egg out of the waste and luckily she was able to hover
just low enough without getting the toxic waters on herself.
Once the egg was safely on dry land and Sei rinsed off the waste, she bundled it up into her bag and began to head home, bidding farewell to Rancor till she saw her again next week.
Sei Brought the egg home and placed it into a makeshift nest she made up, never hatching an egg herself she had asked the advice of a mother of many, many hatchings Gertrude for advice and boy.. did she give it! After spending hours together talking about how to care for an egg and a hatchling she left Sei with a pile of notes and even a few toys that she had doubles of.
Days past and Sei only left the egg alone at home when she absolutely had to, She was determined to give this egg the best chance at survival. This Earth egg - that was tossed into the toxic wastes of the plague realm, This egg had already made it so far and no one really knew for how long it had to survive but they did know that whatever would hatch from this egg would be a very strong dragon.
After almost a week it finally happened , the egg began to shake a crack until two giant eyes were staring at sei from within the darkness of the egg.
Trog was a very strange hatchling, not really speaking or listening to anyone besides Sei or occasionally Rancor and Cloacina. To him everyone else were just background noise and Him and Sei were the only two individuals who mattered. Throughout his childhood Sei taught him the importance of the clan and all the other dragons who resided in it and that not only she and him were important but every single individual that called this clan home. Trog had a hard time with this, but over the years he began to show that he could in fact tolerate and care for (in his own way) others.
Trog and Sei both learned that they were somehow connected, feeling each-others emotions and pain like they both lived in the same body. Though neither of them knew how this was possible they both think it may have something to do with how his egg was found, maybe the toxic waste merged their dna or maybe he was left their by some otherworldly entity... whatever the case may be- they both have gotten use to this and have used it to their advantage when it comes to emergencies.
Sei noticed from the very beginning that Trog was not like other dragons, she could tell that he had something within him that was stronger than anything she had ever encountered before and that kind of scared her. Trog showed signs of destructive behavior when he was just a small hatchling and Sei was quick to try and correct it and although she has gotten it under control (as much as she can) she cannot help but worry that one day he may not be able to control himself and could easily destroy the entire realm in a matter of minutes. Trog can sense her fears and that may be why he tries so hard to control his urges and strength as best he can so that Sei can rest easy knowing he will not hurt anyone. Sei can tell he struggles but she does her best to make sure he has the best life he can because he is her Son after all, she knew that from the time they met each others gaze.
~Lore Above By: TheAlmightySei (aka Me)~
 Voice Personality Somewhat Cruel Protective Sinister/Lurker Villain Vibes Theme Song Likes His Mother (Sei) Bones/Fossils Herbs/Teas/Potions Mines/Caves Studying his past Bitter food Dislikes Liars/Cheaters Being To Far From Sei Most Individuals Sweets Sudden Bright Flashes of light Friends/Family/Foes Cloacina(Mate) Rancor (Friend) KOTHOGA (Friend) LaBrea (Friend) Gwarloth(Friend) Grimace(Foe) Jicirne(Foe) |
 Harsh eyes glinted in the dark, illuminated by a soft flame, appearing to be glowing. Skittering sounds echoed through the dark caves, and the eyes disappeared for a moment, appearing next by the ceiling of the rock cavern. The dark brown eyes blinked slowly as a hissing came from where the creature was. It seemed curious about something. It moved slowly, as if trying not to startle prey that it was hunting. Slow, quiet footsteps softly echoed through the cave; the quiet clicking of claws on stone reverberated through the stale open air. The lantern that was sitting on an empty box flickered weakly, then blew out with a gust of silent wind. The eyes vanished with the light, and all that was seen was the void of the dark cave. All was silent. All was still. "Trog, come up to eat!" The sudden voice made the creature yelp as it fell from the ceiling, crashing to the rocks just a few feet below. Huffing and rubbing the spot on his head where he had hit, he slowly skittered up from the cavernous basement to greet his mate and his younglings. "What have you been up to all day? You haven’t exited that cave since you woke up this morning.” Cloacina’s voice was casual; this was a normal thing for Trog and she was used to it, but she liked bothering him about it anyway. He glanced up at his mate but said nothing, turning to the food as a response, grabbing a plate and sitting by the table and nudging aside the scraps of fur and bone that was being used to make a new armchair. It was clear Cloa had been tinkering with the chandelier earlier, seeing as though the lantern flickered every once in a while as the shadows of the rib cage holding the torches. The pale light illuminated the small room, showing the furniture made of bones and the rotting hides of small prey strewn across the floors in a lame attempt for carpeting. Dozens of small skulls, antlers, and strings of teeth hung from the ceiling and were stuck on walls as decor. It was Trog’s perfect home. More footsteps ran through the lair, getting louder and louder until a smaller version of Cloa appeared in the room, grinning from ear to ear. “Peri, Peri! Did you just come back from exploring?” the hatchling asked, clambering up the table to sit in front of him. The young creature looked up at him with bright brown eyes, his voice light and happy, the complete opposite demeanour to the feral beast across him. “Yes,” Trog replied stiffly, clearly irritated by something. The hatchling blinked and continued talking, oblivious to Trog’s hostility. “But you promised I could join you today!” he whined. Trog allowed a quick glare at the youngling with an annoyed expression, but said nothing. “I even brought my own map!” That was enough to capture the beast’s attention. “Let me see,” he said briskly. Paper flew out from behind the hatchling and Trog grabbed it with sharp claws, not even bothering to wipe the grease from his scaled fingertips. An unsophisticated drawing of the cave system underneath the lair was mapped on a dirty piece of ripped parchment paper, reaching out to the corners like the roots of a large tree. It wasn’t a professional piece of work by any means, yet Trog’s mouth widened in a crude smile. It was certainly a start, and a start was something he could work with. “Impressive.” He placed the paper on the table. “First, you have this wrong. The tunnel here doesn’t connect to this one down here. I blocked it off-” “Why did you block it off, Peri?” “Don’t interrupt me,” Trog snapped. Cloa hit him lightly with a towel in a warning-type manner, and Trog sighed. “I dug too deep and caused a cave-in.” The hatchling laughed, sending a shiver down Trog’s spine. “Well, if I got it wrong, how about I come down with you tomorrow so I can map it out properly?” Trog clicked his teeth with his forked tongue and was about to decline, but he studied the map again, tracing the pathways that he had created with his dark eyes. One by one, he saw how detailed it was, how much care had been put into something that looked like it took a mere five minutes. It was indeed impressive, for sure, considering his child had only been in the cave system once or twice before. “You must promise me two things.” His voice was sharp and impatient. He didn’t bother waiting for an answer. “You mustn’t get in my way, and if you fall behind, I will not come back for you.” His eyes flickered from the hatchling to Cloa; she just shrugged and looked away, unperturbed; it would be a bigger deal if the cave system wasn’t literally their basement; she could find the missing hatchling if he did end up getting himself lost. “Deal!” The child of the two dragons spun around happily, jumping off the table and scampering away to get ready for the next day. Trog scoffed, shaking his head as he returned to his meal. “I wish they didn’t get in the way so much,” he grumbled; to himself or to Cloa, he wasn’t too sure, but his mate decided to reply anyway. “If you hated it so much, you wouldn’t have let him join you,” she chided. Trog rolled his eyes, but said nothing in response. However, there was a warm feeling in his chest as his eyes wandered to the map once more; it was a nice feeling, no matter how much Trog would never admit aloud. Perhaps tomorrow would go well. |
Basic Facts
- Troglodyte a
- Spends many hours a day in the toxic waters/sludge of the Plague Realm -
- His body absorbs toxins and turns it into energy -
- Born on the last day of 2021 -
- Poison? Venom? Toxic Waste? HA Might as well call them juice -
- Built his lair out of bones. What kind of bones? Any that he thought would work. -
- Can turn fully into a puddle of toxic waste -
- Hatched on the last day of 2021 -
- Has strong distaste for all things "Sweet" -
- Very Sarcastic and Snide -
- Would rather eat his own tail than talk to someone he dislikes -
- Could Easily Cause a Toxic Outbreak -
- The only reason he has not gone full blown Evil Villian is Sei And his friends -
- Likes To Brew
A Bond Like No Other
- Sei and Trog Have a bond like no other, Almost like they are bound together by their souls.
- Trog can feel All of Sei's Emotions and vise versa but
the feeling of Anger, Vengeance and any Hostile emotion are felt more than any other.
- Trog has Sei's handprint on his left shoulder, it has been their since he was hatched and no one knows how it came to be their. As he grew it stayed the perfect match to Sei's hand.
Below: The entry to His Lair
Below: Sleeping Chamber within cave
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Lineage
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Below are all the offspring that have not been Exalted and are continuing on their Lineage.
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Art Of Trog
Above:Amazing Art By Hazelgem
Above: Here's Trog swimming in a primordial soup bowl. Drawn by:garyjimathon
Art of Trog in a cup of Coffee by: Teacup Dragon Adopts
Gijinka Version Of Trog Above By: arawoods
Above: Trog and His Mate As "Humans"
It's The End Of The Year As We Know It
Outfit
He Started As Seen Below:
How Peri Started
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 First Gen1 I hatched that was literally perfect. The only thing I had to change (besides gening) was giving him goat eyes. I have NEVER hatched a good looking Gen1 and i consider myself more than lucky that I hatched this boy. |
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Things Said About Periphery/Trog/Peri
Trog has outstanding design with those dim and brownish shades combines with rags, skulls and horns. Master of horrors! Aside of that, the older I am the more I am convinced that I need friend like him. I mean, turning toxins and poisonous waste into energy?
Sounds like the elixir of youth to me. :') -CzarnaDemolka
Trog has outstanding design with those dim and brownish shades combines with rags, skulls and horns. Master of horrors! Aside of that, the older I am the more I am convinced that I need friend like him. I mean, turning toxins and poisonous waste into energy?
Sounds like the elixir of youth to me. :') -CzarnaDemolka
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