Wolfram
(#80013419)
they/he
Familiar
Weapon Scavenger
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Energy: 48/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Male Bogsneak
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.99 m
Wingspan
8.69 m
Weight
783.39 kg
Genetics
Taupe
Flaunt
Flaunt
Beige
Daub
Daub
Pumpkin
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Bogsneak
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
7
INT
6
VIT
7
MND
6
Biography
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Wolfram
Metalworker  Trait1 | Trait2 Trait3 | Trait4 Affiliations N/A burnt more times than they can count ♫ |
Their burn-scarred hands are wrapped in gauze, and covered by heavy leather gloves for good measure. Their face is covered by a dull-colored wrap with a pair of goggles perched atop it. On the rate occasion these articles are removed, they reveal themself to be a charming young thing, their hair fiery red with streaks of pale blue, akin to the hottest part of a flame. Wolfram searches for their omens in the dancing of fire. As they quench their weapons in oil, they bear witness to secrets and prophecies in swooping flames. Their forge burns with brilliant light which screams warnings of things to come. Wolfram owns a small smithy in the center of a dying town. They have known that town is dying for longer than they can remember. But they stay there, because they have never seen themself leave. And if they are meant to stay, there must be some purpose hidden deep in the flickering flames. They just have to find it. Children who grow up in the workshop maintained by Conleth and Idalia are odd. Though they are gifted with an intimate knowledge of the internal workings of nearly all things mechanical, and any clan in search of a machinist or metallurgist would be hard-pressed to find a better choice, there are things about them that seem… wrong. For some, it’s minor things; maybe the smoke of the forge seems to linger around them, or their eyes drift into a glazed stare when they look upon an assembled pistol. The way their shadows seem to writhe and change, or how they jerk like they’ve been startled awake when they stare into the turning gears for too long. For others, though, well… let’s just say you’d be better off getting a less experienced mechanic to do your maintenance work than allowing them into your home.
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