Britannia
(#79261679)
she/her
Olympus
Greybeak Reaper
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Energy: 47/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Arcane.
Female Obelisk
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
12.12 m
Wingspan
13.73 m
Weight
5432.78 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Metallic
Metallic
Obsidian
Alloy
Alloy
Steel
Veined
Veined
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Obelisk
Max Level
STR
5
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
94
INT
100
VIT
17
MND
6
Biography
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BRITANNIA
elder | healer | necromancer "she/her" |
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History xxOlympus’ head cocked slightly to the left, peering from the prone creature upwards to his Obelisk companion with a knowing look shared between the pair. The wounds were far too grievous, and the Elk shivered with the fear of unknown weighing upon its much simpler mind. Its pain was great and both the Greybeak and Britannia knew its last moments were fast approaching. xxThere is a faint furrow of Britannia’s brow as she gently laid a paw against the beasts side, her snout touching to that of the beast’s and, with a moment of softer communication, the Elk took a shaken inhale and allowed itself to relax into the darkened abyss that began to claim it. There was always a transcended sorrow to watching a life pass before her eyes but accompanying that was an inane curiosity and fascination to the wheel that ever turned from life to death then life once more. xxWith a swivel of her ear, Britannia knew keenly enough that the wolves that had been hunting this particular Elk lurked not too far from her location; waiting for her to pass on to claim their prize. She wagered the Elk was plenty to feed their pack and their young when their dues were paid. xxFor one life, ten would thrive. xxSome of her kin, her clan mates, saw this understanding as morbid and unjust. She knew it was unnerving but life never claimed to favor one soul over another. Whilst the Elk had died and had many more years to live or perhaps young to tend, its sacrifice bore life into the wolves; it would provide for all the way down to the mere ground it now rested upon. xxThe first few times her clan had approached her about it, Britannia felt nauseous; her anxieties and fears crawling over her skin with aggressive maliciousness. With wide eyes and a cower to her retreat, she would barely grace them with a pitiful whine as she fled from view. |
xxThe world was loud and, truthfully, terrifying when the harsh reality of life came face to face with her. She was, at her core, marked as different and such things shone so brightly that it had taken time for her to settle into her skin among these strangers.
xxThrough the early days, Olympus has been a guiding star through this darkness; offering support and much like his uncanny sense of death, he could discern Britannia’s moods better than her to-be mates.
xxOf which, it was the gruff Guardian who seemed to warm to her nature first followed by the clan leader; Bird.
xxTheir company was quiet by nature, respectful, and their friendship was easily given; easily adjusted. There was little pressure to conform outside of her box and Britannia respected that in kind; began adjusting to their schedules in kind.
xxThe thought of her journey among her loved ones and clan caused a small pause, a faint hum, before she withdrew from the Elk before her. Olympus’ head tilted in silent question, black eyes staring upwards as the Obelisk peered back. One pristine black feather is offered out: a memento, a gift.
xxOne of many but all equally cherished.
xxA singular ear twitched before a smile curled over her maw as she reached down to pluck the offering from the Greybeaks talons, seeing it tucked neatly away. Recently, she had opted for a more creative use of his tokens; a collection of carefully crafted dolls for those she had bonded with over time. Be it feathers, shiny pebbles or trinkets…
xxThe low whine and bark of wolves saw Britannia’s attention drift back to the scene before her; the lingering touch of death and how life was waiting to give chase the moment she stepped clear.
xxRight-...
xxA fleeting glance is offered down to the departed stag, sympathy etched across her visage. Perhaps, it was not their time but eternal rest came for all. If it made their passing easier, Britannia willingly followed the slow winding trail of life to seek death at its edges.
xxThere would be a day where it came to claim those dear to her heart and she could only hope that she could be there to offer them the comfort and affection that they had given her throughout their lives.
xxHer small part in their winding circle of life.
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Information Name // BRITANNIA -- Origin of name // (historical) A province of the Roman Empire covering most of the island of Britain.. A female personification of Britain or the United Kingdom.. A settlement in Newfoundland and Labrador. Age // 102 -- Birthday // july 2nd Occupation // necromancer and apprentice healer Role // elder Personality // youngest of the mates. non-verbal autistic, has a hard time connecting with people but with her mates she is sweet and is always giving them little trinkets she thinks they might like. sharra and her have matching fishbone earrings that they made together on a date. special interest is death and necromancy; loves that they can give someone peace and comfort in their final moments. collects all of olympus' fallen feathers and makes them into little crow poppets for the hatchlings. -- Likes // late night walks, bones, satin and knitted fabrics -- Dislikes // being ignored, lots of noise all at once, sand Familiar // OLYMPUS -- Role of familiar // friend and assistant to britannia. helps find those who are about to pass away and leads her to them, so she can hopefully comfort whoever it may be in their final moments. after particularly hard deaths, olympus with preen brit's wings when they go to bed to remind her that he's there for her. |
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