dartist's dragon Elizabeth

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Measurements

Length

5.69 m

Wingspan

5.55 m

Weight

686.54 kg

Genetics

White
Poison

Obsidian
Toxin

Platinum
Capsule

Hatchday

Feb 11, 2022
(2 years)

Breed

Adult
Pearlcatcher

Eye Type

Arcane
Uncommon

Level 1 Pearlcatcher

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

none

Biography

Elizabeth

BIOGRAPHY

______ Staring over the almost crescent ice cliffs and rigid peaks, Elizabeth watched the castle. Guards marching, soldiers patrolling the streets. Some of it made her feel ill. Dragons cowering in the street, cowering from the soldiers born to defend but instead using abuses of their power. Her people suffering under the claws of the tyrant.

She felt her insides twist with a calm blizzard. She couldn’t even come home to this place, couldn’t go home to where she came from. Her and her father, did not get along. He was too self indulgent, too prideful, too snide. She cared for her mother, but even then, they argue. She clearly inherited the issue with authority…

She steered clear of her grand mother, on her fathers side. Usually. Sometimes they would find each other in the crooked halls of the palace… she felt a twinge of anxiety, every time. Her grandmother would croon sweet threats or taunts, would make sure she knew where she belonged. She had to leave. Gareth did nothing to stop it, showed no sign of care, and her mother seemed to be oblivious!

So in the dead of night, she left. She traveled to her grandmothers, from her mothers side. She was beautiful, and smart, but still Elizabeth couldn’t settle… she had a vain touch, one that seemed common in her family, but jumped from side to side.

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Eventually she decided to just travel. She didn’t know her grand father along her royal families side, and didn’t know her great grand parents from her mothers side. From smalll sketched family pictures, they looked nothing alike her grandmother…

But someone, did. Traveling she came across a poster, painted finely. The royal family of one of the ice field clans was hosting a celebration- the queen looked so much like her grand mother, it was unusual. Why has she never heard of the clan before?

Investigating further, she came to fins out rumors and stories within the city. Dead Cursed eggs losing all life in a fortnight, a rebellion rising, hatchlings being used for spies in secret. The mere mentioned seemed to overwhelm her. Who was the royal family really? What even was this kingdom?!

It all came together when she decided to rest in a small den, just outside the city. In her rest she felt a cold breeze enter from the previously closed door, and a subtle sharp inhale.

Lifting her head she came face to face with a young pearlcatcher, clad in Filigree armor and illuminated by candlelight. He was decorated in flowers, though seemed he had been in a tussle, the flowers were crushed and torn, and his armor was messy.

He didn’t seem aggressive, but he was wary.

It seemed to be the small almost desolate space was his, but he allowed her to stay. She was Arcane, the outside was too cold for her small frame at night with no natural elemental protection.

He looked too be of the royal bloodline.. he structure was powerful, like the kings, and his genetics were pretty obvious. So, they got to talk on the subject of that. What stunned her was, he came from the king, and her grandmother. He was never meant to be, yet he was here. This was her uncle.

What more, he was also her great uncle… She was sure of it. He explained to her not the death of eggs, but the rescues. His step mother would hide them away- and this enlightened some courage, and hope in Elizabeth. She had found her true family, the one she was capable of saving. She explained to this pearlcatcher, Phecda, her family workings. Her grandmothers top tier ruling skills, her mother following suit, the similarity in looks.

Phecda looked more anxious than happy… One of the princesses has returned, and was closer than ever to being a husk of her courageous self.

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Generation 3

A king long corrupted and a queen long in love, a lineage of prince and princesses lengthens each day...

I am a Trapped Pearl! The Trapped Pearls are secret royalty-- descendants of the petty tyrant Konungur and his queen-consort Holden. Who has every nest smuggled from the castle and replaced with dead eggs, buying their freedom at the cost of her own happiness. To learn more about the Trapped Pearls, click the button!

Trapped Pearl Lineage:

Konungur & Holden >> Horizon >> Snowdrop >> Me!

Generation 2

Is it so far from madness to wisdom?

I am a Thornling! Queen Guinevere of the Court of Thorns is called beautiful by many and kind by none. Ultimately rejecting every male that courts her, the Queen longs for love... and for an adoring court full of her beautiful descendants. Click the button to learn more!

Thornling Lineage:

Guinevere >> Gareth >> Me!

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