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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.86 m
Wingspan
6.75 m
Weight
587.79 kg
Genetics
Maroon
Tiger
Tiger
Umber
Basic
Basic
Blood
Spines
Spines
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Mirror
Max Level
STR
120
AGI
11
DEF
6
QCK
64
INT
7
VIT
24
MND
7
Biography
ABOUT
She/her
Demigod from an alternate plane. Came to Sornieth to try out this whole organic thing, and she's having a real fun time at it. Driven by the hunger of contracts, deals, promises. She cannot lie and she exacts messy, brutal, swift retribution on those who try to double-cross her and the Contractors. Slaughter and murder and violence yeah yeah.
She's a scrappy, dirty fighter and brazen strategist. Cocky as hell. Got that smug, sh!t-eating grin and insufferable swagger. The sort of dragon you'd immediately want to punch upon meeting, and immediately regret it as you've now entered a PvP zone. However, she's got a peculiar, very earnest and energetic and intense charisma to her, that makes her impossible to ignore. You might hate her guts, but you'll have to admit she's good at her job. She always sees a contract through to the end goal, no matter the difficulty or toll. In short, ride-or-die mentality.
Her favorite food is smoked salmon, and she eats primarily seafood. Enjoys painting and has very good calligraphy skills. She likes to write contracts in a special crimson ink that you set aflame while the letters are wet, and burning them into the parchment as a permanent, shiny black script. Just for the dramatics ;) Her favorite stim is getting a boot and tearing it to shreds with jaws and claws. Few boots have survived the ordeal.
Where she's from, everything is made up of angles, straight lines, points. Very sharp, hard, precise, harsh. Geometry is the hot sh!t. When Independent draws a little too much power from that realm into this one, her particular favorite shape/form manifests in the air and ground around her: the tetrahedron. Some solid, others hollow, all made up of sleek, shiny lines and sharp angles, that spin and break and re-form slowly at first, then begin to pick up speed all around her. This phenomenon most commonly occurs right at the peak of signing a contract with a new client, when Independent is most excited and focused.
THE CONTRACTORS
Head of a mercenary band called Independent and the Contractors. They get a lot of jobs in the Ashfall Waste, with the civil war and all, but they'll roam all across the continent, picking up whatever job that catches Independent's eye (read: most every single job) no matter how small, informal, short-term, or insignificant. They'll haul buckets of water for a day! Or! They'll plan out and execute an assassination of a high-status rich politician in the Sunbeam Ruins! In Independent's eyes, they're both neat!
Dragons who stick around her for a while (such as the Contractors) start to . . . change. Most noticeable difference is the goat eyes.
TETRAHEDRON BASE
Tetrahedron manifestation is also what distinguishes the Contractors' home base in the Flintlock Fumaroles. Their base is located at the bottom of a dormant volcano, which is pretty neat already, huh? But Independent's added a bit more personality to the place.
Massive, hollow, obsidian tetrahedrons jut up out of the rock in seemingly random places and orientations, almost like mineral crystallization. The older they are, the bigger they get, the cores thickening and expanding, the gleaming black stone hardening, the edges sharpening.
Most of the tetrahedrons are concentrated inside the cone, but smaller and newer ones spill out over the top edges, trickling down the slope like streams, forming an almost pseudo-forest. Within the cone, the tetrahedrons are the biggest, with some rooted in one wall of the cone stretching clear across the cavern to touch the edge of a different tetrahedron. Smaller tetrahedrons branch off bigger ones, fracturing and intertwining with another. Think a mazework of pipes or the interlocking branches of two trees shoved together.
Contractors pick a tetrahedron to sleep and keep their personal possessions in, by stringing up hammocks and ropes and nets, lining the hard rock with softer furs and pelts.
At the very base of the volcano's cone sits the largest tetrahedron of them all, with the triangular faces fitted with sheets of smoky, translucent rough glass-like material, which looks incredibly brittle but can withstand a few blows without cracking. It's hollow on the inside, with sparse furnishing, except for a smaller hollow obsidian tetrahedron half-buried in the ground point-down, so an open triangle faces straight up. This is Independent's throne, lined in pelts animal, beast, and dragon alike, which she likes to lounge in for up to an hour a day, before getting bored and forgetting it exists. (Other Contractrors are welcome to sit in the throne as well, but few are as enthused as Independent.)
Dangling from the ceiling are hundreds if not thousands of tetrahedrons made from a variety of materials and by a variety of claws, not all Independent's own. Blown glass, fired clay, folded paper, forged metal, carved gemstones, whittled wood, coral, ivory, soapstone, marble, stiffened leather, sticks lashed together with string, stuffed plushies, bound or twisted wires, etc. Independent loves them all. They're the one item she hoards, collecting them or making them or buying them or accepting them as tips from clients throughout her band's travels across Sornieth.
GRIN
The noggle grows ever larger. (See below for more lore)
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REACHED LEVEL 25 ON 4/24/2022
LOINK - https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/3135591/1#post_3135591
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BSJ 2022 Crown Adventures [ day zero ] [ day one ] [ day two part 1|part 2|part 3|part 4 ] [ day three ] [ day four ] [ day five part 1|part two ] [ day six ] [ day seven part 1|part two ] [ finale ]
Frostpunk 2022 Sanctum Supply Run [ Round 1 ]
Starwood Stories - Starfall Celebration 2022 [ prompt 1 ] [ prompt 2 ] [ prompt 3 ] [ prompt 4 ] [ prompt 5 ] [ prompt 6 ]
Enchanted Stories - ArcLight 2022 [ MONDAY ]
Feast of Falling Embers - Lights, Camera, Arson! NotN 2022 [ DAY 1 ] [ DAY 6 ]
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Independent was just settling down to a massive hoagie sandwich made with blue swimmer crab when she got the sneaking suspicion that she was being watched. (she was never wrong about these things).
After they got their their last gig complete ahead of schedule, they received their payment PLUS a rare case of Honeymeade from the Windswept Plateau. This called for a celebration! Independent persuaded Grin to let the Contractors gather around his geyser, hot-tub style.
It was a mistake to let Torga tell Grin that joke xe heard down at the tavern. Big Mistake.
It had been a harrowing day. The delivery was late, the caravan had been ambushed, and half the cargo crushed and wasted. That their attackers had been all-the-way destroyed was small consolation for the half-pay received for the half-shipment delivered.
Familiar lore by Storygeek
She/her
Demigod from an alternate plane. Came to Sornieth to try out this whole organic thing, and she's having a real fun time at it. Driven by the hunger of contracts, deals, promises. She cannot lie and she exacts messy, brutal, swift retribution on those who try to double-cross her and the Contractors. Slaughter and murder and violence yeah yeah.
She's a scrappy, dirty fighter and brazen strategist. Cocky as hell. Got that smug, sh!t-eating grin and insufferable swagger. The sort of dragon you'd immediately want to punch upon meeting, and immediately regret it as you've now entered a PvP zone. However, she's got a peculiar, very earnest and energetic and intense charisma to her, that makes her impossible to ignore. You might hate her guts, but you'll have to admit she's good at her job. She always sees a contract through to the end goal, no matter the difficulty or toll. In short, ride-or-die mentality.
Her favorite food is smoked salmon, and she eats primarily seafood. Enjoys painting and has very good calligraphy skills. She likes to write contracts in a special crimson ink that you set aflame while the letters are wet, and burning them into the parchment as a permanent, shiny black script. Just for the dramatics ;) Her favorite stim is getting a boot and tearing it to shreds with jaws and claws. Few boots have survived the ordeal.
Where she's from, everything is made up of angles, straight lines, points. Very sharp, hard, precise, harsh. Geometry is the hot sh!t. When Independent draws a little too much power from that realm into this one, her particular favorite shape/form manifests in the air and ground around her: the tetrahedron. Some solid, others hollow, all made up of sleek, shiny lines and sharp angles, that spin and break and re-form slowly at first, then begin to pick up speed all around her. This phenomenon most commonly occurs right at the peak of signing a contract with a new client, when Independent is most excited and focused.
THE CONTRACTORS
Head of a mercenary band called Independent and the Contractors. They get a lot of jobs in the Ashfall Waste, with the civil war and all, but they'll roam all across the continent, picking up whatever job that catches Independent's eye (read: most every single job) no matter how small, informal, short-term, or insignificant. They'll haul buckets of water for a day! Or! They'll plan out and execute an assassination of a high-status rich politician in the Sunbeam Ruins! In Independent's eyes, they're both neat!
Dragons who stick around her for a while (such as the Contractors) start to . . . change. Most noticeable difference is the goat eyes.
TETRAHEDRON BASE
Tetrahedron manifestation is also what distinguishes the Contractors' home base in the Flintlock Fumaroles. Their base is located at the bottom of a dormant volcano, which is pretty neat already, huh? But Independent's added a bit more personality to the place.
Massive, hollow, obsidian tetrahedrons jut up out of the rock in seemingly random places and orientations, almost like mineral crystallization. The older they are, the bigger they get, the cores thickening and expanding, the gleaming black stone hardening, the edges sharpening.
Most of the tetrahedrons are concentrated inside the cone, but smaller and newer ones spill out over the top edges, trickling down the slope like streams, forming an almost pseudo-forest. Within the cone, the tetrahedrons are the biggest, with some rooted in one wall of the cone stretching clear across the cavern to touch the edge of a different tetrahedron. Smaller tetrahedrons branch off bigger ones, fracturing and intertwining with another. Think a mazework of pipes or the interlocking branches of two trees shoved together.
Contractors pick a tetrahedron to sleep and keep their personal possessions in, by stringing up hammocks and ropes and nets, lining the hard rock with softer furs and pelts.
At the very base of the volcano's cone sits the largest tetrahedron of them all, with the triangular faces fitted with sheets of smoky, translucent rough glass-like material, which looks incredibly brittle but can withstand a few blows without cracking. It's hollow on the inside, with sparse furnishing, except for a smaller hollow obsidian tetrahedron half-buried in the ground point-down, so an open triangle faces straight up. This is Independent's throne, lined in pelts animal, beast, and dragon alike, which she likes to lounge in for up to an hour a day, before getting bored and forgetting it exists. (Other Contractrors are welcome to sit in the throne as well, but few are as enthused as Independent.)
Dangling from the ceiling are hundreds if not thousands of tetrahedrons made from a variety of materials and by a variety of claws, not all Independent's own. Blown glass, fired clay, folded paper, forged metal, carved gemstones, whittled wood, coral, ivory, soapstone, marble, stiffened leather, sticks lashed together with string, stuffed plushies, bound or twisted wires, etc. Independent loves them all. They're the one item she hoards, collecting them or making them or buying them or accepting them as tips from clients throughout her band's travels across Sornieth.
GRIN
The noggle grows ever larger. (See below for more lore)
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REACHED LEVEL 25 ON 4/24/2022
LOINK - https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/3135591/1#post_3135591
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BSJ 2022 Crown Adventures [ day zero ] [ day one ] [ day two part 1|part 2|part 3|part 4 ] [ day three ] [ day four ] [ day five part 1|part two ] [ day six ] [ day seven part 1|part two ] [ finale ]
Frostpunk 2022 Sanctum Supply Run [ Round 1 ]
Starwood Stories - Starfall Celebration 2022 [ prompt 1 ] [ prompt 2 ] [ prompt 3 ] [ prompt 4 ] [ prompt 5 ] [ prompt 6 ]
Enchanted Stories - ArcLight 2022 [ MONDAY ]
Feast of Falling Embers - Lights, Camera, Arson! NotN 2022 [ DAY 1 ] [ DAY 6 ]
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It was a very pretty rock that Independent found in the hot water geyser outside her den. Hefty, too, the perfect size for a paperweight on her desk. She was tired of retrieving contracts off the floor when the afternoon winds picked up. It was just right. |
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Until it actually turned out to be an egg. It hatched all over a very important contract, smearing the ink and dripping goo on the floor. Thinking only of saving her parchment, Independent grabbed the little Striped Noggle hatchling and tossed it out the window, right back into the hot-water geyser! Realizing she had acted in haste, she rushed outside only to discover the little noggle swimming in happy circles round and round the geyser opening. But what to do with this creature? Over the next few days, Independent and the Contractors dug a trough from the geyser to her lair so the noggle could shelter out of bad weather. She also discovered it liked pizza, so at least they had that in common. |
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She never did find a suitable paperweight.
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"Hey Boss, where did all this stuff come from?" Always cautious, Skinner carefully skirted the pile of coral and seashells at the edge of Grin's geyser. Grin was known to splash the unwary who came too close. |
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"Oh, it's some stuff Grin collected." Independent was lolling beside Grin's "treasure" pile snacking on cheese puffs, which she occasionally tossed into the pool for Grin. "But how?? I mean..." Skinner eyed the pool, circling around to the far side. Independent heard him mutter, "...must be an underground channel..." She called out, "Skinner ... you're thinking too hard! Leave it alone already!" But Skinner couldn't leave it alone, it wasn't in his nature. He peered over the rim and was rewarded with a splash of steaming water right in his face. Grin had aim. Unconcerned, Independent selected a trumpet shell off the pile. "Oooo, this one's pretty..." |
Independent was just settling down to a massive hoagie sandwich made with blue swimmer crab when she got the sneaking suspicion that she was being watched. (she was never wrong about these things).
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Looking over her shoulder, she was met by the intent gaze of her Striped Noggle, Grin. She breathed a sigh of relief. Who wants a fight just before lunch?? She turned back to her sandwich, but something about the intensity of Grin's gaze stopped her just as she was pulling out a slice of pickle. "You gonna eat that??" The hope in Grin's eyes was painful to see. Independent sighed again, carefully setting down the hoagie.
A fight it is, then.
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After they got their their last gig complete ahead of schedule, they received their payment PLUS a rare case of Honeymeade from the Windswept Plateau. This called for a celebration! Independent persuaded Grin to let the Contractors gather around his geyser, hot-tub style.
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Hence the gang was all draped around the pool, aching feet and tails draped into the steaming water. For once Grin was behaving himself (but the cheese puffs were disappearing rapidly). Gild took a long pull on her pint and then she let loose with a long belch. "Nice one, but watch this!" Pye set down their pint and, with claw on chest like a singer presenting an aria, let rip a longer, huger belch to murmers of appreciation. |
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"Wait! Wait! I have one" Rubella stood and belched like her head would split in to. This time, there were scattered applause. "Oh pish!" Independent remained unphased. "Then you show'em how it's done, Boss!" yelled Taun, flat on her back and too tired/lazy to even lift her head. |
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Independent held up a claw for silence, but instead of drinking herself, she set her pint down next to Grin. The Striped Noggle managed to grab the mug in his tiny noggle claws and expertly upended it into his gaping maw. Independent retrieved her mug and then reached over and lifted Grin out of the geyser, pointing him at the rest of her crew like a firehose. The belch that erupted from Grin's little form tore across the lava flows and echoed off the rock formations like a Terror Toad in a beauty shop. It was followed by a beat of absolute silence and then all the Contractors exploded with hoots and hollers. |
Independent smugly refilled her pint. "It's unanimous then. The noggle wins!"
It was a mistake to let Torga tell Grin that joke xe heard down at the tavern. Big Mistake.
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"Are you awake?" "No, Grin." "Seriously, are you awake?" "I'm sleeping, Grin. Faaaast asleep..." "I thought of another one." Independent rolled over, placing her pillow over her head, to no avail. Grin's voice carried through the feathers. "No really, this one's funny --" Independent pretended to snore. |
"So, a Noggle and a Greatshell walk into a bar..."
It had been a harrowing day. The delivery was late, the caravan had been ambushed, and half the cargo crushed and wasted. That their attackers had been all-the-way destroyed was small consolation for the half-pay received for the half-shipment delivered.
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Independent was sore and cranky (and stinky, if the truth be told). She growled a good night to the Contractors and sent them off. Given her present mood, most of them were all too happy to go. True to form, Grin was waiting for her when she entered her lair, claws outstretched and tail wriggling like an earthworm on a rainy day. Independent opened her arms and the Striped Noggle leaped up, wrapping its tail around her neck and chirping and purring in her ear. (Chirping? Purring? Whatever.) "Who's been a good boy while Mommy was away?" Grin managed to wiggle even closer. Independent decided she could deal with a few more days like this one. |
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