Dymeria
(#77396538)
Level 1 Aberration
Click or tap to view this dragon in Predict Morphology.
Energy: 0/50
Expand the dragon details section.
Collapse the dragon details section.
Personal Style
Ancient dragons cannot wear apparel.
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.29 m
Wingspan
6.76 m
Weight
391.01 kg
Genetics
Purple
Pharaoh (Aberration)
Pharaoh (Aberration)
Berry
Sarcophagus (Aberration)
Sarcophagus (Aberration)
Goldenrod
Capsule (Aberration)
Capsule (Aberration)
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Aberration
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
8
DEF
6
QCK
6
INT
5
VIT
8
MND
5
Biography
Dymeria
She/Her
Casino Owner and Seller of Black-Market Goods
Wife of Demoral
Mother of Dalliance
Resident of The Catacombs
Some dragonesses have issues, Dymeria noted. Some with their partners, their personalities, their families in general- but- what if you had all three?
Dymeria was good at what she did. Some dragons called it illegal, some downright monstrous, but- it made her money. Besides, in the catacombs, entertainment was scarce. So, a little gambling never hurt anyone. It was just a job. No one was getting hurt, unless, of course, they didn’t pay what they promised.
Her husband Demoral was nothing more than a business partner at this point, and not a very good one, either. Dymeria was stuck working the finances, running the shop, paying off the right people, while he was simply sitting around the same musty card table, dealing cards, and if anything, chasing away customers. The only good thing he had ever given her was her child. Her daughter. The heir to her business.
(work in progress, look out ahead! )
ART/ADOPTS
She/Her
Casino Owner and Seller of Black-Market Goods
Wife of Demoral
Mother of Dalliance
Resident of The Catacombs
‘ ‘ we all go to (explicit) hades, dearie, so why not stop along the way?
Some dragonesses have issues, Dymeria noted. Some with their partners, their personalities, their families in general- but- what if you had all three?
‘ ‘ I don’t care how sad you are- you need to pay your dues, either in gold, jewels, or blood ‘ ‘
Dymeria was good at what she did. Some dragons called it illegal, some downright monstrous, but- it made her money. Besides, in the catacombs, entertainment was scarce. So, a little gambling never hurt anyone. It was just a job. No one was getting hurt, unless, of course, they didn’t pay what they promised.
‘ ‘ Then why don’t you just go sweetheart? ‘ ‘
Her husband Demoral was nothing more than a business partner at this point, and not a very good one, either. Dymeria was stuck working the finances, running the shop, paying off the right people, while he was simply sitting around the same musty card table, dealing cards, and if anything, chasing away customers. The only good thing he had ever given her was her child. Her daughter. The heir to her business.
(work in progress, look out ahead! )
ART/ADOPTS
Click or tap a food type to individually feed this dragon only. The other dragons in your lair will not have their energy replenished.
Feed this dragon Insects.
Feed this dragon Meat.
Feed this dragon Seafood.
Feed this dragon Plants.
Exalting Dymeria to the service of the Windsinger will remove them from your lair forever. They will leave behind a small sum of riches that they have accumulated. This action is irreversible.
Do you wish to continue?
- Names must be longer than 2 characters.
- Names must be no longer than 16 characters.
- Names can only contain letters.
- Names must be no longer than 16 characters.
- Names can only contain letters.