Poem
(#77501975)
Level 1 Aberration
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Personal Style
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Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.21 m
Wingspan
7.62 m
Weight
688.25 kg
Genetics
Antique
Fade (Aberration)
Fade (Aberration)
Shale
Blend (Aberration)
Blend (Aberration)
Obsidian
Kumo (Aberration)
Kumo (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
"You want to fight? Oh, I'll give you a fight..."
Hallow was born a servant to a reclusive little clan in the Southern Icefield, one of the many prison-towns that dot the icy floes down south. Fierce, with a big temper and even bigger appetite, her clan quickly offloaded her to a pirate ship, the Black Hand. There she served as one of many shiphands and got along well, all things considering. But she grew sick of the scent of fish and salt air.
Without a word to her mates or captain, she left them for a port off the obsidian coast of the Ashfall Waste. She grew enamored of a certain mercenary and joined her organization, seeking to eke out an existence amidst the fire and rock. That was, until her lover received a near-fatal injury. The job botched, her partner on the brink of death, Hallow came begging at the doorstep of the Annex's Jewel, the Queendom of the Twins.
For all the healer's efforts, her love was dead. Gone. It was if her soul had been cleft into ragged little fragments, pathetic and weak and insufficient. Reluctantly, she entered into the Queens' guards, filling her empty heart with monsters' blood. As a mercenary, she had killed for the job; as a guard, she killed to feel alive. Such enthusiasm earned her quick promotions as well as growing concern, calculating eyes nervous to allow such bloodlust nearer and nearer to the Queens. After years of loyal service, however, the dissenting voices relented, and she was appointed as the Sixth General.
Now right hand to the Queens, her conquests earned her new monikers: the Queens' pet, the Scourge, the Sword of the Twins. Effective, ruthless, and utterly attached to her rulers, Hallow grew just as loved as she was reviled. In all instances, though, she was feared. As her warmongering campaigns grew longer, the conquered and the conquerors began to wonder when she would grow a leash.
Hallow was born a servant to a reclusive little clan in the Southern Icefield, one of the many prison-towns that dot the icy floes down south. Fierce, with a big temper and even bigger appetite, her clan quickly offloaded her to a pirate ship, the Black Hand. There she served as one of many shiphands and got along well, all things considering. But she grew sick of the scent of fish and salt air.
Without a word to her mates or captain, she left them for a port off the obsidian coast of the Ashfall Waste. She grew enamored of a certain mercenary and joined her organization, seeking to eke out an existence amidst the fire and rock. That was, until her lover received a near-fatal injury. The job botched, her partner on the brink of death, Hallow came begging at the doorstep of the Annex's Jewel, the Queendom of the Twins.
For all the healer's efforts, her love was dead. Gone. It was if her soul had been cleft into ragged little fragments, pathetic and weak and insufficient. Reluctantly, she entered into the Queens' guards, filling her empty heart with monsters' blood. As a mercenary, she had killed for the job; as a guard, she killed to feel alive. Such enthusiasm earned her quick promotions as well as growing concern, calculating eyes nervous to allow such bloodlust nearer and nearer to the Queens. After years of loyal service, however, the dissenting voices relented, and she was appointed as the Sixth General.
Now right hand to the Queens, her conquests earned her new monikers: the Queens' pet, the Scourge, the Sword of the Twins. Effective, ruthless, and utterly attached to her rulers, Hallow grew just as loved as she was reviled. In all instances, though, she was feared. As her warmongering campaigns grew longer, the conquered and the conquerors began to wonder when she would grow a leash.
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