Fifteen
(#82475932)
Level 5 Mirror
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Energy: 47/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Female Mirror
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
7.08 m
Wingspan
6.02 m
Weight
646.87 kg
Genetics
Cream
Basic
Basic
Steel
Basic
Basic
Plum
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 5 Mirror
EXP: 204 / 5545
STR
28
AGI
8
DEF
6
QCK
15
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
5
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
 f i f t e e n heavy heart "time never moves forward without engraving it's mark upon the heart." pronouns she/they occupation occupation alignment chaotic good personality loud, determined, reckless.
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about.
last surviving member of a clan wiped out by centaur herds on the border of the contagion and the starwood strand, fifteen has been alone for years now. she has lived a life on the run, from mostly-imaginary foes nipping at her heels, eager to finish off what they started. when her family was slain she was still so small--old enough to remember, but too young to know what to do with this rage that burns in her heart and drives her claws. they renamed themself fifteen--15 dragons killed by centaur spearheads, one carrying each of their memories. they have all but forgotten what their family called them before the tragedy. they teach themself to wield blades as well as they can, but self taught combat is no match for a master. no match what what knowledgeable hands could mold them into. so as they run they look for a teacher. she finds it passed the starwood strand. she finds the battlefield where artis and his dragons skirmished with the hollowroot herd, finds the signs of dragon victory, and follows it like a bloodhound. when she finds the crystal castle, her heart bursts with a wild anticipation, and she rouses them without thought for consequences. and artis, curious, intrigued, takes her under his wing. teaches her to fight. another weapon for his collection. 
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ambush.
artis, beetle, and fifteen set out on patrol. they let fifteen lead, a moment to prove herself, and she does so eagerly. she is very familiar with the starwood, and they meet very little opposition for most of the day, hunting rather than fighting. beetle spends the trip detailing the new hobby he's picked up--blacksmithing. weapon making as science, as an art form. artis listens kindly, but fifteen is tense. her head and ears are on a swivel. "do you smell something?" beetle asks, cutting off his own sentence. artis sniffs the air. fifteen shakes her head before she speaks. "no, i just. . . feel something. my scales prickle." she wrinkles her nose, closes her primary eyes, scans the brush for heat. nothing but owls and pangolins and rabbits. artis and beetle exchange a look. they do not slow, but she wishes they would. but no, artis moves with the confidence of a king in his own land despite the contested nature of it, and beetle is ever his mirror. fifteen still heads the party, but it feels so deeply less like she is leading. she moves like a frightened cat, spine tense, ear frills flattened back. the afternoon sun is high and warm and bright, and suddenly-- her vision flashes white. time stops around her. she can see as if with heat vision, an arrow fly from the bushes and strike her king in the heart. she watches him stumble, fall, the life fade from his glowing gold eyes. . . "no!" fifteen's cry cuts through the silence and she barrels into artis, the pair of them tumbling flat onto the ground, her body covering his as much as she can. an arrow--fast, large, deadly--flies through the air where artis' chest had been moments before. the meadow erupts into noise and chaos as centaurs burst from the trees. though they have the element of surprise it does not last, and artis lives. fifteen shines in the fight, as if she anticipates every strike against her and her companions, and gods its like she does, her vision flashing in and out of now and then, she is everywhere all at once. they win, just barely, all lungs heaving as the centaurs retreat back into their woods. fifteen is shaking. her head is throbbing. artis and beetle look at her, stunned, impressed. artis touches her gently. "let us return," he murmurs. "we can discuss this more at home." she nods, dazed. she follow them quietly as they trek back, and the visions stay away the whole trip. |
bio layout by incalyscent
modified and written by cordiformed
modified and written by cordiformed
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