Unnamed
(#820413)
they/them
Familiar
Snowfall Elk
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Wind.
Female Imperial
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
29.06 m
Wingspan
21.37 m
Weight
8197.57 kg
Genetics
Black
Giraffe
Giraffe
Coal
Bee
Bee
Tangerine
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 10 Imperial
EXP: 1150 / 27676
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
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ROADKILL
the one-headed emperor | storm-calmer | peace-bringer | they/them
mated to madrone, parent to bruma
ROADKILL
the one-headed emperor | storm-calmer | peace-bringer | they/them
mated to madrone, parent to bruma
i. APPEARANCE
R is much larger than an average imperial, pushing 80m long with a 40m wingspan, and weighing about 25,000kg. They are incapable of flight, and their body is much longer in proportion to their limbs than an imperial. They move in a more serpentine fashion, dragging their body along the ground, and they are an extremely capable swimmer.
R has only one head, with two wind-green eyes and two mouths- their jaws stacked on top of each other with a large underbite. Their neck and shoulders are heavily scarred from their battles with their other heads, and three enormous, jagged scars mark the stumps where the other three used to be. R's antlers don't shed, growing in mutated, spiraling clusters from their skull and spine, and must be broken off when they get too cumbersome. Their tail is bifurcated, with one stockier tail covered in short tufted fur like an imperial, and the other long and whip-like, plated with leathery scales.
R has an indeterminate number of limbs, between six and twelve depending on your definition. Their forelimbs are strong and thick, almost spade like, with a second set of slimmer, more prehensile arms tucked underneath them. Their hind limbs have long, sturdy feet with extra toes, which due to their massive bulk, serve more as flippers to steer and push them around on their belly scutes than anything. R can and does walk, but it's often easier to slither. Their wings are shredded and mutated, with the main pair little more than tatters. Rows of vestigial wing-like 'fins' line their sides, flanking their hind legs.
R's markings are a patchwork of genes and colors shared by all four dragons they were once comprised of, but R's original genes display the most prominently. They have short, coarse, dark fur that follows a loose honeycomb pattern, and their hide is marred with "stretch marks" showing bands of tiger, opal, crystal, and bar. These bands tend to look scalier, and even stony in places, and follow the same fractal-like structure of the underlying giraffe. Their wings display primarily bee-like markings, with bands of current and shimmer filling some of the diaphanous "cells".
ii. HISTORY
This monster was once a casualty of war. R is descended from two great draconic houses: some of the first to populate Sorineth. Their mother's family were wildclaw pirates who controlled a large portion of the trade routes through the Sea of a Thousand Currents, and their father's lineage numbered among the first imperials. Both families were known for their vanity and pride, and the small portion of their territories that overlapped in the Hewn City was constantly marred with conflict. During one of these squabbles, R was sent as a messenger with a ceasefire, but was mistaken for another dragon and shot down with a harpoon.
In life, R had studied emperors, having grown up in a war zone and seen their fair share of monsters rise from the dead. Their last thoughts as they plummeted from the clouds into cold, deep water were prayers to any deity who would listen that if they suffered the fate of an emperor, they would be able to resist the bloodlust and stay sane. Please, please, I don't want to become a monster. I don't want to come back a mindless terror. Help me remember myself, help me stay strong.
The seabed where R died was a graveyard to more than just sunken ships, and they knew this. The war above, and the crushing blackness below had claimed many draconic lives- with a fair number of imperials among them. Driven by a desperate lust for life, three of these more recent corpses began twitching to life at the scent of fresh blood in the water. They heaved their half-decayed bodies from the silt and began dragging themselves towards R, whose life was fading, but not entirely gone.
The process of becoming an emperor is not instantaneous. It takes weeks, months, years for the tissues of two separate dragons to weave into one. Something R could never have prepared themselves for was the sheer agony of it, each body like an aggressive cancer trying to consume the others, desperate to burn through any living thing that might fuel its conquest. Being the most recently-deceased, R's was the strongest of their four heads, and maintained the most lucidity of the rabid bunch. The others could scarcely be recognized as dragons anymore, ranging from scavenger-picked skeletons to exoskeleton-like carapaces devoid of flesh. They were always hungry, and always fighting among themselves, and with anything that crossed the new emperor's path.
R endured being caught in the crossfire of their other heads for what felt like centuries, simply trying to stay sane, to remember what it was like to be alive and enjoy a simple breeze on their whiskers, soft ground under their paws. They fought daily to drive their other heads into the wilderness, away from civilization, but they seemed determined to carve the widest path of destruction before themselves as possible. Driven by desperation and encroaching madness, to save what small shred of life they still possessed, R did the only thing they could to stop their rampaging other heads.
They ate them.
R was the strongest, but they were outnumbered, and it took what felt like an eternity to -one by one- subdue and consume the emperor's other three heads. Their meat was tainted and sour, and brought on a delirious fever that burned and burned unchecked for what could have been an age. During rare moments of cool clarity in their writhing battle with their own poison, R began to remember the living world in glorious color that left bright afterimages in their consciousness. R held these moments close, fighting through the pain and panic to ground themselves in their body once more.
When the fever broke at last, R opened their single pair of eyes on a world not so different from the one they departed so long ago. Colors were dull, food tasteless, textures and sounds muffled and hazy, but it was... beautiful. R lifted their head, looked around, and realized they were thinking clearly. Tentatively, they felt at the dense, gnarled scar tissue that was forming where their other heads had been, and laughed a laugh that sounded more like a howl and shook the trees.
Though R's hard-won second life is a gentler existence than most emperors enjoy, it is not an easy one. Every day is a struggle to subdue the ravenous hunger all undead things feel for living matter. They must seclude themselves far from their own kind, hunting where they can, because the smell of rushing blood can send them into a berserk frenzy. An emperor's body requires a large life force and plenty of magic to sustain, which is why it's so rare to encounter one with less than three heads. For a long time, R was sustained by the remnants of her other heads' life force, but eventually, need drove them closer to the fringes of draconic society.
There, they found a world just as war-torn and embroiled in elemental conflict as it had been when they were alive. The emperor encountered scorched battlefield after battlefield, lairs pillaged and rotting, dragons fighting tooth and claw over petty territory disputes. They learned to haunt the outskirts of these ruined settlements, picking at the remains like a scavenger. At this point, R realized truly how massive and monstrous they had grown off their own flesh-- not even the freshly slain imperial warriors stirred at their passing, realizing perhaps that this was not an emperor to merge with. They fed on their fallen kin, and it kept them strong and keen-witted as they dared explore closer to the conflicts of the living.
They weren't even searching for prey when they ventured into the no-drake's-land of their first active battle. A strange muddle of curiosity and grief brought them to stand between the two armies, simply staring down at their magic and their weapons. What were they trying to accomplish? What was this bloodshed for? Unsurprisingly, the arrival of an emperor startled both armies into setting aside their differences to drive R back into the wilderness.
Inspired, R found another raging battle and tried the same approach, with the same results. Their presence, whether they attempted to communicate with the warring parties or not, almost always ended in armistice. Hadn't R hated conflict in life? Hadn't their death been a result of being caught in the crossfire? How things had changed now, with word slowly spreading about a so-called "peaceful emperor" who would appear in the heat of battle, their sharp gaze quelling bloodlust in an instant.
iii. RELATIONSHIPS
During their slow, lumbering travels across Sorineth, R encountered the ghost of a coatl courier named Madrone. Madrone charmed R with her whimsical, breezy nature and carefree sense of humor, and they bonded over their mutual lack of life. The pair fell in love, and R was able to remain in Madrone's presence even during their worst tempers because she's incorporeal, and can't be hurt by a raging emperor. Together, the pair conceived an egg, and from it was born a being who would grow up to be a reaper, taking after both of her parents and serving as a bridge between the living and the dead.
The forests R frequently retreats to, deep mazes of evergreen hidden high in Dragonhome's mountains, are guarded by an entity known as Pine. It is unclear whether Pine is living or dead, imperial, or simply imperial-shaped. He curates and protects the woods, and knows their goings-on with almost omniscient clarity. He thrives when the forests are happy, and mourns when they are plagued by fire, flood, and disease. Over the years, he and R have grown quite close, and enjoy each others' company. They can never spend much time in close proximity, though, as whatever Pine is has a magnetic pull to merge with R to form a two-headed emperor. They have discussed the possibility, and decided that for now, it's best they remain two separate bodies. Madrone is also close friends with Pine.
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R is much larger than an average imperial, pushing 80m long with a 40m wingspan, and weighing about 25,000kg. They are incapable of flight, and their body is much longer in proportion to their limbs than an imperial. They move in a more serpentine fashion, dragging their body along the ground, and they are an extremely capable swimmer.
R has only one head, with two wind-green eyes and two mouths- their jaws stacked on top of each other with a large underbite. Their neck and shoulders are heavily scarred from their battles with their other heads, and three enormous, jagged scars mark the stumps where the other three used to be. R's antlers don't shed, growing in mutated, spiraling clusters from their skull and spine, and must be broken off when they get too cumbersome. Their tail is bifurcated, with one stockier tail covered in short tufted fur like an imperial, and the other long and whip-like, plated with leathery scales.
R has an indeterminate number of limbs, between six and twelve depending on your definition. Their forelimbs are strong and thick, almost spade like, with a second set of slimmer, more prehensile arms tucked underneath them. Their hind limbs have long, sturdy feet with extra toes, which due to their massive bulk, serve more as flippers to steer and push them around on their belly scutes than anything. R can and does walk, but it's often easier to slither. Their wings are shredded and mutated, with the main pair little more than tatters. Rows of vestigial wing-like 'fins' line their sides, flanking their hind legs.
R's markings are a patchwork of genes and colors shared by all four dragons they were once comprised of, but R's original genes display the most prominently. They have short, coarse, dark fur that follows a loose honeycomb pattern, and their hide is marred with "stretch marks" showing bands of tiger, opal, crystal, and bar. These bands tend to look scalier, and even stony in places, and follow the same fractal-like structure of the underlying giraffe. Their wings display primarily bee-like markings, with bands of current and shimmer filling some of the diaphanous "cells".
ii. HISTORY
This monster was once a casualty of war. R is descended from two great draconic houses: some of the first to populate Sorineth. Their mother's family were wildclaw pirates who controlled a large portion of the trade routes through the Sea of a Thousand Currents, and their father's lineage numbered among the first imperials. Both families were known for their vanity and pride, and the small portion of their territories that overlapped in the Hewn City was constantly marred with conflict. During one of these squabbles, R was sent as a messenger with a ceasefire, but was mistaken for another dragon and shot down with a harpoon.
In life, R had studied emperors, having grown up in a war zone and seen their fair share of monsters rise from the dead. Their last thoughts as they plummeted from the clouds into cold, deep water were prayers to any deity who would listen that if they suffered the fate of an emperor, they would be able to resist the bloodlust and stay sane. Please, please, I don't want to become a monster. I don't want to come back a mindless terror. Help me remember myself, help me stay strong.
The seabed where R died was a graveyard to more than just sunken ships, and they knew this. The war above, and the crushing blackness below had claimed many draconic lives- with a fair number of imperials among them. Driven by a desperate lust for life, three of these more recent corpses began twitching to life at the scent of fresh blood in the water. They heaved their half-decayed bodies from the silt and began dragging themselves towards R, whose life was fading, but not entirely gone.
The process of becoming an emperor is not instantaneous. It takes weeks, months, years for the tissues of two separate dragons to weave into one. Something R could never have prepared themselves for was the sheer agony of it, each body like an aggressive cancer trying to consume the others, desperate to burn through any living thing that might fuel its conquest. Being the most recently-deceased, R's was the strongest of their four heads, and maintained the most lucidity of the rabid bunch. The others could scarcely be recognized as dragons anymore, ranging from scavenger-picked skeletons to exoskeleton-like carapaces devoid of flesh. They were always hungry, and always fighting among themselves, and with anything that crossed the new emperor's path.
R endured being caught in the crossfire of their other heads for what felt like centuries, simply trying to stay sane, to remember what it was like to be alive and enjoy a simple breeze on their whiskers, soft ground under their paws. They fought daily to drive their other heads into the wilderness, away from civilization, but they seemed determined to carve the widest path of destruction before themselves as possible. Driven by desperation and encroaching madness, to save what small shred of life they still possessed, R did the only thing they could to stop their rampaging other heads.
They ate them.
R was the strongest, but they were outnumbered, and it took what felt like an eternity to -one by one- subdue and consume the emperor's other three heads. Their meat was tainted and sour, and brought on a delirious fever that burned and burned unchecked for what could have been an age. During rare moments of cool clarity in their writhing battle with their own poison, R began to remember the living world in glorious color that left bright afterimages in their consciousness. R held these moments close, fighting through the pain and panic to ground themselves in their body once more.
When the fever broke at last, R opened their single pair of eyes on a world not so different from the one they departed so long ago. Colors were dull, food tasteless, textures and sounds muffled and hazy, but it was... beautiful. R lifted their head, looked around, and realized they were thinking clearly. Tentatively, they felt at the dense, gnarled scar tissue that was forming where their other heads had been, and laughed a laugh that sounded more like a howl and shook the trees.
Though R's hard-won second life is a gentler existence than most emperors enjoy, it is not an easy one. Every day is a struggle to subdue the ravenous hunger all undead things feel for living matter. They must seclude themselves far from their own kind, hunting where they can, because the smell of rushing blood can send them into a berserk frenzy. An emperor's body requires a large life force and plenty of magic to sustain, which is why it's so rare to encounter one with less than three heads. For a long time, R was sustained by the remnants of her other heads' life force, but eventually, need drove them closer to the fringes of draconic society.
There, they found a world just as war-torn and embroiled in elemental conflict as it had been when they were alive. The emperor encountered scorched battlefield after battlefield, lairs pillaged and rotting, dragons fighting tooth and claw over petty territory disputes. They learned to haunt the outskirts of these ruined settlements, picking at the remains like a scavenger. At this point, R realized truly how massive and monstrous they had grown off their own flesh-- not even the freshly slain imperial warriors stirred at their passing, realizing perhaps that this was not an emperor to merge with. They fed on their fallen kin, and it kept them strong and keen-witted as they dared explore closer to the conflicts of the living.
They weren't even searching for prey when they ventured into the no-drake's-land of their first active battle. A strange muddle of curiosity and grief brought them to stand between the two armies, simply staring down at their magic and their weapons. What were they trying to accomplish? What was this bloodshed for? Unsurprisingly, the arrival of an emperor startled both armies into setting aside their differences to drive R back into the wilderness.
Inspired, R found another raging battle and tried the same approach, with the same results. Their presence, whether they attempted to communicate with the warring parties or not, almost always ended in armistice. Hadn't R hated conflict in life? Hadn't their death been a result of being caught in the crossfire? How things had changed now, with word slowly spreading about a so-called "peaceful emperor" who would appear in the heat of battle, their sharp gaze quelling bloodlust in an instant.
iii. RELATIONSHIPS
During their slow, lumbering travels across Sorineth, R encountered the ghost of a coatl courier named Madrone. Madrone charmed R with her whimsical, breezy nature and carefree sense of humor, and they bonded over their mutual lack of life. The pair fell in love, and R was able to remain in Madrone's presence even during their worst tempers because she's incorporeal, and can't be hurt by a raging emperor. Together, the pair conceived an egg, and from it was born a being who would grow up to be a reaper, taking after both of her parents and serving as a bridge between the living and the dead.
The forests R frequently retreats to, deep mazes of evergreen hidden high in Dragonhome's mountains, are guarded by an entity known as Pine. It is unclear whether Pine is living or dead, imperial, or simply imperial-shaped. He curates and protects the woods, and knows their goings-on with almost omniscient clarity. He thrives when the forests are happy, and mourns when they are plagued by fire, flood, and disease. Over the years, he and R have grown quite close, and enjoy each others' company. They can never spend much time in close proximity, though, as whatever Pine is has a magnetic pull to merge with R to form a two-headed emperor. They have discussed the possibility, and decided that for now, it's best they remain two separate bodies. Madrone is also close friends with Pine.
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