Iara
(#75243953)
Level 10 Gaoler
Familiar
Bramble Guardian
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Energy: 49/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Female Gaoler
This dragon is an ancient breed.
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Personal Style
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Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
11.83 m
Wingspan
6.53 m
Weight
5452.47 kg
Genetics
Gloom
Shaggy (Gaoler)
Shaggy (Gaoler)
Silver
Streak (Gaoler)
Streak (Gaoler)
Thistle
Blossom (Gaoler)
Blossom (Gaoler)
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 10 Gaoler
EXP: 1198 / 27676
STR
7
AGI
5
DEF
7
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
9
MND
7
Biography
As Iara emerged from the Beyond the fates had decided she would enter into a world of war and ruin. Her first touch of the Waking Plane was stepping into bloody plains savaged by a ruthless war that had been going on for months, maybe even years. The mortals wage lots of wars considering how much they dread dying and still throw their lives away so willingly for the smallest of causes, Iara would think to herself after witnessing the doom engulfing the world around her. There were countless souls waiting for guidance to the next place of their journey: lost lambs looking for a faithful shepherd to gather them and gently nudge them to the finishing line of their journey. Iara would be the one to do that. It was the reason she was brought there and the sole reason for her life. Duty calls and a Mourner must answer. Many of the spirits were in turmoil: some saddened so deeply their souls seemed to weep from the loss of their lives and others were enraged to the point Iara feared their emotions might cling into her. She had learned that she too had those big emotions and she let her feelings be heard through her song. The battlefields would fall silent to hear her mournful and haunting melodies. A call to come home. Gather now spirits, let me guide you to the Beyond. Iara tried to be neutral among the mortals but in the end you can’t deny your nature. She was a loyal creature and harbored some kind of sympathy towards these warhungry beings that still trembled at death’s door. Between the two raging sides it was getting clear who were the victors and who would pay the highest price of the conflict. Iara decided to make her stance as she found the souls of a family (the hatchlings were so young still grasping at the starting notes of life and didn’t even get a fair chance to try to live) burned in their den. The sadness was too much. She wouldn’t let innocent beings die just because their beliefs or family or political stance was different from the other side. Iara let the living see her. Fear not, she tried to tell them. Of course she looked like a sign of doom and end of all things but the opinions of her changed when she charged into battle with her new wards. She was to become the beast of the battlefield and that she was but she was never cruel. The poor beings had had rough lives already. They had suffered enough, she thought. Let at least death be gentle: a final soothing note in a violent life. ________________________________________________________ Iara has grown very fond of her little clan that she will defend with all her might. She doesn’t meddle with their daily lives because mortals are fickle and can’t be protected from everything but she watches them from afar with curiosity. The war will not kill her flock and she wants them to thrive but it’s not Mourner’s place to play god. Gods make a mess of things all on their own. She has even gifted her own flowers to those of the clan that she has seen are worthy of her trust. She sees their pure souls and innocent minds and has decided that they have deserved the most valuable gift she can grant them. The mortals have in favor made a little shrine for her and leave trinkets and flowers (dozens of different ones) for her and she adores them for it. ________________________________________________________ She never thought a lot about love and partnership because of her duties but the first time her eyes locked with Elano’s brilliantly green ones she knew. Her whole being knew that there stood the person whose soul would entangle with hers like they had known each other for eons. The garden they’ve planted together is Iara’s favorite and the flowers that bloom there are the ones closest to her heart. Sometimes she thinks that behind her rib cage is only Elano and nothing else (the heart is a mere organ and hers is a symbol of her longing for her partner, a chapel dedicated to him). Oh to be loved by someone that would stay by your side until the very end and even past that. _______________________________________________________△ |
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Generation 1, Carnations Line
The Mourning Flowers of Sornieth prowl the lands in search of souls that have yet to cross through the Veil. Leaving behind fields of flowers that defy all logic, they take it upon themselves to mourn for those that have been forgotten or left behind, and their purpose is a heavy one they bear with pride and determination. They serve the dead before all others and see the world for what it is- an endless graveyard... |
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