Breath
(#78229622)
Level 25 Fae
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
0.79 m
Wingspan
0.92 m
Weight
1.5 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Giraffe
Giraffe
Terracotta
Clouded
Clouded
Hickory
Spines
Spines
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Fae
Max Level
STR
11
AGI
8
DEF
8
QCK
6
INT
8
VIT
5
MND
11
Biography
Terrible little Saint, Martyr to the Flame. Patron of pyromaniacs, wildfires, and asthma sufferers. | __ |
"Ahead lies the shrine of the Saint of Flame, that horrible charred creature whose relic lies interred in the hollowed out stump of a lightning struck ancient tree." Breath was just a foot soldier when an accident in the forest turned her into what she is now. Like many a saint, she is bound to her relics. Who transported her to this particular glade in the Veridian Labyrinth has been lost to time. She, however, remains. |
A mind aflame and a flaming mind. Breath's familiar is a minion, haunting her shrine, a protector and servant.
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Her adherants dress her statue for a Saint's Day festival. Do they imagine her as a more elegant, civilized and benevolent patron?
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Hyperanimosis : a condition occurring due to overproduction of inherent magic in dragonkind.
Lorebuilding Workshop: Flight Reps
Doozie wrote on 2023-06-12 21:05:43:
You all know Sir WR3NCH, now meet Squire S0CK3T!
This plucky young soldier is a knight's faithful follower, shield bearer and apprentice, ready to tend to every need and train in their image.
Squire
Doozie wrote on 2023-12-12 15:33:34:
Oh dear. Its not supposed to be wildfire season, but it seems someone at the welding booths has made a prayer for luck to the wrong entity. Breath is here, and she's not wearing goggles. The sparks are starting to jump a little too fast, a little too high and far from the rods, and the glow of heat is rising out of the metal and into the air, shimmering like an oasis. Riding that updraft, Breath's wings are almost transparent as she hovers over her supplicant, fixed stare blasting down onto the steel.
She's so focused she doesn't see the flinches of fear around them, or the guardian bearing down with a fire suppressant blanket to bundle her up like a rabid bat in a burrito.
"There now dear, you should be sleeping. Back to your stump!" and they rumble off into the crowd.
Doozie wrote on 2024-02-11 22:20:13:
Breath has been bl/ursed with the power of ignition. No one actually knows what happened, but she's definitely some form of revenant, burnt to a charred little crisp. She lurks in the remnants of a burnt out stump, where her remains have been interred as a kind of shrine by those who believe her to be some sort of saint. Belief is a powerful thing, and thus she is bound to their expectations.
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