Cersei
(#76948481)
'scholar of the past'
Familiar
Shining Cancer
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Wind.
Female Nocturne
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.89 m
Wingspan
7.22 m
Weight
765.28 kg
Genetics
Azure
Basic
Basic
Beige
Basic
Basic
Cerise
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 7 Nocturne
EXP: 4968 / 11881
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
7
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
cersei
she/her |
'kind, fair, and just, she walks with dignity and kindness'
the clan lore-ist, secretary
Intro
'Abandoned I may have been, by those who I call family, but now I find myself in debt to them. Had they not abandoned me, I would not have found this fascinating crack in the wall. I am but a stranger to the ways of Kersayas. I am nothing more than a welcome stranger to those who call here home. Given the gratitude of Midnight and her granddaughter, Aeris, I study the lineage and lore of a place as secrecy-bound as this, and lucky I am to be able to do so. Though they know not much of me, they still regard me as someone close...perhaps I might dare say, family.'
Lore
'Midnight says this musty collection of scrolls contains all I should dare to discover about the history of this clan, and yet it had been written in an indecipherable runic script. I have here, a condensed, translated version should you dare to read the past.'
i.
Many so days I have walked, tirelessly attempting to make my way forward. I have flee from Lightweaver's domain, scared for me and my daughter. Somewhere I hear there is a crack in the wall, secluded and safe, and I do so attempt to make my way there. She cries of hunger when I have nothing to give. Unable to satiate her, I wander aimlessly in search of this haven that perhaps I can call home.
Now I simply lie alone, wondering where my beloved may lie. I desire to see him once more, once unmarred and intact, safely in-front of me. Is that too much to ask? Before that wretched creature over took our land, all was well, all was good. All was safe, and yet like an untouched brook, all peace was disturbed by one little stone. Had the stone not started to crumble, the ancient prisons of our lair would've remained, and I would not have been here today.
In the distance, vague and far, I see spires of bronze, and I am reminded that Stormcatcher resides not far from here. Perhaps their I shall remain safe from the beasts that roamed below my feet, protected by sharp spikes and teal lightning. Maybe there I shall finally be able to grow my daughter, and let her study the ways of Lightweaver's mythical beliefs.
ii.
Those days of walking have come to a halt, for I have found the place written in legend. Stormcatcher gladly offered me refuge, much to my delight, and my journey comes to an end, for now I have somewhere to call home. I go hunting these days, and sell what my daughter and I do not have space to carry with us. She seems to enjoy the little birds that fly around, and does not question why her father is not with us. I have come to the conclusion that she knows what happened, but I will not pry. So far she is learning to write, but I think I need to find someone else to teach her. I am not familiar with modern script, only this obscure little language from my father.
I’ve been working on bringing more furniture for our small home in the cave. It’s small compared to our massive lair over the waterfall, but I suppose it’ll do. It’s been fascinating speaking modern tongue having not had any reason to have spoken it in many years.
iii.
Recently, daughter mine has been requesting me to call her 'Midnight.' She says it's the modern translation of her true name. It's incorrect, I know that, but yet if it's how she wants to be called, who am I to intervene. Little Nox knows not her mistakes, and I have not the heart to tell her those mistakes. Her face lights up when I call her that, her little yellow eyes glowing bright as Lightweaver's light sprites would. When I see her, I feel like perhaps, there is hope in the world.
We've been doing better,Nox Midnight and I have moved into a little community. She goes off playing with the other little dragons, playing 'Clan'. She says she'll make her own, and I do hope to live to see her do so. Unfortunately, it seems like that this beloved peace of mine may indeed come to an end. Slowly, Stormcatcher has started to recruit more and more members for his support, and I fear that my time will come as well.
My plan is to move to Windsinger's blessed land, but I am unaware if that will be possible or not with the current situation. My plan is to find someone to take care of my only heir if I've gone off to Stormcatcher's will.
--
'Ah this? It's a letter I found within the scrolls. It was written in a different script, it took Kyros's help to finally decode it.
?.
she has her father's wings, of course she does. sparrow would never let me live this down. but she has my eyes, and i see me in her.ҝӳɽởѕ[not sure?] i am entrusting her with you. let her never need to miss me. make sure her dreams of owning a clan come true. you know what to do. keep her safe
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she/her |
'kind, fair, and just, she walks with dignity and kindness'
the clan lore-ist, secretary
Intro
'Abandoned I may have been, by those who I call family, but now I find myself in debt to them. Had they not abandoned me, I would not have found this fascinating crack in the wall. I am but a stranger to the ways of Kersayas. I am nothing more than a welcome stranger to those who call here home. Given the gratitude of Midnight and her granddaughter, Aeris, I study the lineage and lore of a place as secrecy-bound as this, and lucky I am to be able to do so. Though they know not much of me, they still regard me as someone close...perhaps I might dare say, family.'
Lore
'Midnight says this musty collection of scrolls contains all I should dare to discover about the history of this clan, and yet it had been written in an indecipherable runic script. I have here, a condensed, translated version should you dare to read the past.'
i.
Many so days I have walked, tirelessly attempting to make my way forward. I have flee from Lightweaver's domain, scared for me and my daughter. Somewhere I hear there is a crack in the wall, secluded and safe, and I do so attempt to make my way there. She cries of hunger when I have nothing to give. Unable to satiate her, I wander aimlessly in search of this haven that perhaps I can call home.
Now I simply lie alone, wondering where my beloved may lie. I desire to see him once more, once unmarred and intact, safely in-front of me. Is that too much to ask? Before that wretched creature over took our land, all was well, all was good. All was safe, and yet like an untouched brook, all peace was disturbed by one little stone. Had the stone not started to crumble, the ancient prisons of our lair would've remained, and I would not have been here today.
In the distance, vague and far, I see spires of bronze, and I am reminded that Stormcatcher resides not far from here. Perhaps their I shall remain safe from the beasts that roamed below my feet, protected by sharp spikes and teal lightning. Maybe there I shall finally be able to grow my daughter, and let her study the ways of Lightweaver's mythical beliefs.
ii.
Those days of walking have come to a halt, for I have found the place written in legend. Stormcatcher gladly offered me refuge, much to my delight, and my journey comes to an end, for now I have somewhere to call home. I go hunting these days, and sell what my daughter and I do not have space to carry with us. She seems to enjoy the little birds that fly around, and does not question why her father is not with us. I have come to the conclusion that she knows what happened, but I will not pry. So far she is learning to write, but I think I need to find someone else to teach her. I am not familiar with modern script, only this obscure little language from my father.
I’ve been working on bringing more furniture for our small home in the cave. It’s small compared to our massive lair over the waterfall, but I suppose it’ll do. It’s been fascinating speaking modern tongue having not had any reason to have spoken it in many years.
iii.
Recently, daughter mine has been requesting me to call her 'Midnight.' She says it's the modern translation of her true name. It's incorrect, I know that, but yet if it's how she wants to be called, who am I to intervene. Little Nox knows not her mistakes, and I have not the heart to tell her those mistakes. Her face lights up when I call her that, her little yellow eyes glowing bright as Lightweaver's light sprites would. When I see her, I feel like perhaps, there is hope in the world.
We've been doing better,
My plan is to move to Windsinger's blessed land, but I am unaware if that will be possible or not with the current situation. My plan is to find someone to take care of my only heir if I've gone off to Stormcatcher's will.
--
'Ah this? It's a letter I found within the scrolls. It was written in a different script, it took Kyros's help to finally decode it.
?.
she has her father's wings, of course she does. sparrow would never let me live this down. but she has my eyes, and i see me in her.
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