TheGodOfStories' dragon GlassJarre

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Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

4.01 m

Wingspan

5.62 m

Weight

470.46 kg

Genetics

Hatchday

Oct 25, 2022
(2 years)

Breed

Adult
Aberration

Eye Type

Plague
Unusual

Level 1 Aberration

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

Biography

GlassJarre
Sibyl • Proselyte
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Twitchy • Driven • Desirous • Clairvoyant
Sarcastic • Cynical • Manipulative • Hateful

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Aesthetic Morbi sapien nulla, dapibus et finibus, semper quis augue, morbi ornare facilisis luctus.
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Music

Hourglass – Set It Off

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» Explanation

» Explanation

»About.
Most would never guess that between the two sisters, the pale, meek, Glass is the captain over their shared body. The brooding, biting Jarre claims to be controlled by no one, not even allowing the accusation that she bows to her sister--an understandable assertion considering their interdependent situation. Perhaps one thing that unites them is the fear of death. The running out of time, the fear of suffering or a future unreliant of their wishes and worries--and the promise that all can be avoided by the careful word of their leader, the Black Key. But of course it is also this leader that trusts Glass over Jarre. She is the seer after all, the useful sister. The anxiety-ridden cautious, circuitous one.

»Origin.
An existential beast born of muck and flesh from the wound of the Plaguebringer. An unnamed creation with no self identification, but urges reminiscent of life. She clawed her way through the domain, in the end, unaccepted by her brethren who attempted to convince her that her existence was a gift from their transcendent mother. They would plea,
"Your beating heart and scarred flesh, and the birthing film you still struggle against, it is meant to be this way. That is your purpose, to struggle, to survive against it, and live!"
"And live! And live! And live! And live!" The many heads of others would chant. They splayed their wings that looked like spider claws and puffed their chests out like steely lions. She struggled and broke from her slimy, birth bindings. Even as her brethren smiled down at her, she yelled at them.
"No! I must have a further purpose!" She wiped the slime from her body, pulling herself away from them. "I cannot do this for the rest of my life! I must... I must DO something with my--" She clawed at the movement she felt under her fresh skin. It felt like sandy grit under each individual scale. She writhed. She moaned horridly. It looked like black and white sand continuously pouring from each throat.
"So--so little time! I have to do something with my time!"

Notes:
helped establish the cult. Well respected but still anxious, especially around BlackKey. Though he needs her, he degrades her, as he knows he can. She has no where else to go. The cult is her destiny and her only family

jarre- early modern english for discord

Flowery language

Groveling, her hands clasped around the shins of her leader.
"Look at the time!" She pointed to the flexible hourglass that was her neck and chest. The black sand dripped from her chin, down her neck, into the bowl that might have once been her lungs. Bits of white took the place of the black sand near her chin, yet the amount of sand in her chest stayed the same, and still mostly black.
"Please, My Key! We we must hurry! You know what this means!" He did indeed know what this meant. (I don't though)

one head pours white and one pours black. The belly is the combination of the two. But what do the colors represent?

Oopsie4711 wrote:

Glass and Jarre. Each of you cover up your ears one at a time for me real quick, what do you think of your sister?

Glass, the pale sister, for some reason confident her other wouldn't hear her, spoke quickly.
"Jarre is uhm. How do I put this. Caring, too much maybe. She takes a lot of what I do personally, and I know she is not happy with how I chose to handle things, but what I say goes because The Key likes me, and I'm the seer of us. We both listen to The Key anyway. I mean, we both want the same thing but she would just go about it her own way, you know?"

Jarre, the dark sister snapped sharply.
"Glass is too afraid, of everything. And so she's too sweet. Indirect, tiptoeing, swaying, patient. Don't make me think about all the time we've probably wasted at her instruction." Jarre said with an accusatory glance shot Glass' way.

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