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Harrier

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"I had been sent into the world, alone."

Energy: 50/50

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Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

8.58 m

Wingspan

4.9 m

Weight

483.33 kg

Genetics

Hatchday

Jun 19, 2022
(2 years)

Breed

Adult
Banescale

Eye Type

Arcane
Common

Level 1 Banescale

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

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MND

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

none

Biography

HARRIER

The little Banescale hatchling was curled up tight, eyes shut hard, back talons wrapped around its head in a tight embrace. Its partially feathered wings protectively curled around its head and body, shielding it from the outside world.
Sparrowe padded over to its place nestled in the bushes. He could now see that it was gently trembling and awake despite its closed eyes. Tentatively, he rested his paw on its wing. Instead of shifting away, as he had expected, it pressed its wing harder into his paw. After a moment, it unfurled its talons and released its head to look up at him. Its fearful, stunningly pink eyes stood out from the rest of its greyscale coloration.

The big dragon was looking down at me. I didn't know if it was nice, but its paw was warm, and it did not use its claws on me. It had a weirdly shaped face with four antennae sprouting from a gem-like orb in the middle of its forehead. I had never seen a dragon like it. And I think its expression was nice, not mean. Its cheeks and eyebrows were relaxed, and its lips weren't pulled back angrily.
"Do you have parents? A clan?" the big dragon asked. It had a male voice.
"No. I don't think so," I replied. If I had parents, they had not held me for long as a child. I had immediately been sent into the world, alone.

A fatherly instinct almost unknown to Sparrowe bubbled up inside him. This hatchling was alone.
"Do you want to come to my clan?" he found himself asking.
"Are the dragons nice?"
"I... usually. There are plenty of nice ones. But I'm the leader, so any mean ones should respect my wishes to keep you safe," Sparrowe replied carefully. The Contagions den of his clan was known for being a bit... well, Plague-like. They might pick on someone they think is weak. But if Sparrowe had his way, they wouldn't.

I squinted at the big dragon. He was white and grey, like me. Maybe I just had never gotten a good look at my face or my father's face. Maybe this was my father.
"Are you my father?" I asked, testing my theory.
"No, little one," he said. His weird antennae seemed to point towards me a little more intensely and his expression turned to one of focus. "We are not related by blood," he finally said. "But I can be your adoptive father if you want me to be."
My heart seemed to thaw out with happiness. This dragon was nice. And he had made my shivering stop. "I do want that. I want a family."
The dragon's eyes warmed and a smile curled the edges of his lips. "Then family we shall be. But first, do you have a name? I'm Sparrowe."
"No. I do not have a name." My heart sank. I had been given nothing as a child. Not a family, not even a name. I hadn't even been allowed to grow up before I left the clan.
"Is there a name you would like?"
I paused, analyzing his feathers. I had feathers too, but less of them, and mine were much bigger. "A sparrow is a small bird, right?"
"Yes," Sparrowe replied.
"Well, then I wanna be a big bird. I will be Harrier."

Harrier retained his innocence even as he gained knowledge. He's dead-set on being a good person and is the biggest nerd you've ever met. He could talk your ears off for hours about psychology and animals and is a huge empath. He's a hugger (with his wings. He doesn't have arms,) so if you don't like physical contact, you might want to let him know. He'll understand and respect that.
He prefers to be called Harrier, but some of his closest friends call him Harri (frequently spelled Hairy) even though it sort of annoys him. He's lighthearted and doesn't get angry or stay angry easily, although he can easily become sad or hurt if something negative happens.
Sparrowe raised him the best he could, and Harrier turned out better than Sparrowe could ever have expected. He wasn't the rebellious teenager that Sparrowe was dreading he become. To the best of his ability, Harrier was respectful, righteous, and empathetic. Both Harrier and Sparrowe hope that he'll remain that way for the rest of his life.

Harrier likes being around people who share similar morals and ideals to him: people who want to grow and be righteous. Monster is one of his closest friends, as she is highly in-tune with right versus wrong and grew a sturdy moral code. They support each other and help each other learn. He gets along with anyone who likes to help people. Harrier sometimes works at the prison and in the Contagions Den, trying to help the dragons' minds and souls.

Coding by vevesii, heavily edited by me (Sparrowe)
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