Aries
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Grow back your sharpest teeth, you know my desire.
Pluto
Sparkle Nymph
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Energy: 49/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Fire.
Male Skydancer
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.58 m
Wingspan
5.63 m
Weight
730.05 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Ripple
Ripple
Ivory
Noxtide
Noxtide
Ivory
Veined
Veined
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Skydancer
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
4
AGI
5
DEF
4
QCK
9
INT
9
VIT
4
MND
9
Biography
༻ 𝓐𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 ༺ - Rogue
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No amount of self-sought fury will bring back the glory innocence.
 ↓ And I don’t know what’s got its teeth in me, But I’m about to bite back in anger↓ ↑ Playlist ↑ Aloof / Misanthropic / Loyal  
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Aries is no regular elf. He isn't a High Elf, nor does he align with most of faekind. A special subspecies known as the Lunari, Aries' kind is rather new to the elven realm. So new, in fact, that the elf king can remember a time in his own life where Lunari didn't exist. Only a few thousand years old, the Lunari were birthed from dragon god magick, taking dragon and elf likeness and combining them to create a new species of Fae. While sporting a more Elven appearance, the Lunari are discernable from their High Elf counterparts from having horns upon their crowns, a dark sclera, and gold eyes. Their eyes can range anywhere from bright yellow, to orange, to gold and light brown. No recorded observations of Lunari having blue, green, or any other eye color have been seen. Occasionally, a Lunari may even have streaks, "lightning marks", of yellow that run down their bodies but this is a rare thing, and the reason for a Lunari to have these markings is unknown. The Lunari are rather secluded and secretive, however they do have their own (albeit small) kingdom where they really only keep to themselves. Lunari, while lacking in offensive and striking magick and spells, are masters at manipulation magick. They will show you things that do not exist, cause one to hallucinate, and turn invisible. The invisibility is the only thing that is not trickery, they truly can disappear. They are also the only vampiric fae, having both sharpened upper and lower canines to aid them in their bite. Their saliva is a mild hallucinogenic, and once bitten the victim experiences high amounts of euphoria and pleasure, their minds distracted from the initial pain of the bite. Although it isn't mandatory for a Lunari to have a constant supply of blood, it does act as a recharger of sorts and can replenish a magickally spent Lunari in minutes. The higher being the blood belongs too, the better effects it has on the Lunari. The more disciplined of Lunari are scarily powerful, able to alter one's memories, plant memories that never existed into their minds, make it feel like there are insects crawling under their skin (therefore making said person frantically scratch at the skin to get said "bug" out). This type of power is extremely frowned upon, as most High Elves wield light magick. This "darker" power frightens them, and because of this the Lunari unfortunately have a stigma surrounding them. Aries in particular, however, left the elven realm. He resides in the upper north part of the dragon territory in the human realm, refusing to ever step foot inside the elven realm ever again. Why this is the case, he does not speak about, but it is known to his family and former friends that he had a fallout with his king but left on his own regard, not because the king cast him away. A dragon demigod named Exodus brought him in and sheltered him, but Exodus' intentions for Aries are one to be questioned. (To be continued) ྿ Aries was having an awful day. The full-bodied whiskey sitting in a crystal glass that wept condensation upon his fingertips was telling of his mood. He was not a heavy drinker by any standards, only breaking into his (admittedly expensive) cache when his urge to staunch his rising anger grew uncontrollable. The smoky undertones of his drink soothed even the tautest of muscles in his shoulders, his anger waning into something more controllable, although it did not crest into anything enjoyable. If anything, the whiskey simply numbed. An easy solution, one far better than giving into the rage that wanted to swallow him horns-first. It’s why, he supposed, that anger does not flood his veins when there’s an unwelcome rapt at his door. The whiskey was doing its job, then, because he despised unsolicited visitors. Actually, he just hated visitors in general. But all he can muster is a flicker of fleeting annoyance as he pushes off the countertop he was perched upon to pad to his foyer. Whoever it was he would simply just turn away, tell them he was busy and to not bother coming back. He wasn’t some woodside sanctuary, people couldn’t come to his door seeking solstice and be prepared for him to accept them. He was deemed unapproachable by those who knew him, anyone living nearby warned travelers to avoid his cabin, for he was not keen on adventurers looking to seek free handouts from him. If he was left alone it would benefit everyone. Mostly him. Luckily his bitter reputation meant not a soul whispered past his home, now more than any other time of the year. The peak of winter season put a snug cap on travelers, the weather and snow too perilous in the unpaved dragon territories that he nestled himself in. It was silent. Perfect. Quiet. The knock on his door echoed again. He opens it with as much disdain as one can muster while opening a door, his right arm propped above his head upon the doorframe, letting his knuckles press against his forehead as he leaned. “What-” He begins to say, only to silence himself, his fair eyebrows narrowing into something like wariness when he assesses the person before him. It’s a man that stands in the mouth of his home, hands pressed into the pockets of his fur-lined black coat as he poses so…casually in the doorway. Nothing reminiscent of the anxious, tired travelers that Aries turns away every year. His hair is unkempt, likely from the tossings of the winter wind but there’s a striking streak of white that colors a quarter of his otherwise dark hair, that particular slice of silver drifting just right above his eyes. Sanguine, hungry eyes that rake over Aries in one quick, observant glance. It’s strange how utterly naked this stranger’s gaze makes Aries feel, although the sweater he is swaddled in was transparent, or perhaps he himself was made of crystalline glass. “You look cold,” The man’s voice is velvet, a curl of his tongue indicating an elvish accent. “I can only imagine us gawking at one another is not going to warm you.” Great, so he was a stranger and facetious. Gods help him. “Who are you?” Aries grinds out through clenched teeth, even angrier because the devil was right, he was cold. “Invite me in and perhaps we can formally introduce one another.” “You pin me a fool? I’m not bringing in an unfamiliar outsider. Better yet, don’t answer me at all and leave instead. I could do without this unwarranted visit.” He makes a move to shut the door, noting that the stranger’s face does pinch in slight annoyance. However, he’s stopped by a steel-tipped boot wedging itself between the wall and door, preventing its close. A deep hiss slides from his bared teeth and he rips the door back, his knuckles clenched to white around its brass handle. “What do you want?.” “Temper, temper,” The man croons, his hands that were previously nestled in his coat pocket coming to rest upon the door, furthering its inability to close. “I wasn’t aware Diotrephes acquainted himself with such pissy company.” Aries’ hand flexes on the doorknob. A hitch locks up his chest. …Diotrephes sent this man? Why send someone instead of just coming himself? Was Aries so much of a disgrace that his former elven king refused to risk lacerating his pristine reputation? |
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