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JaneDoe

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And Yet A Trace Of The True Self Exists in The False Self.

TheDenSpirit

Magic Nymph

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Length

1.38 m

Wingspan

1.28 m

Weight

1.4 kg

Genetics

Radioactive
Pinstripe

Radioactive
Patchwork

Radioactive
Capsule

Hatchday

Jan 12, 2023
(1 year)

Breed

Adult
Fae

Eye Type

Light
Primal

Level 25 Fae

Max Level

STR

128

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QCK

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Biography

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J A N E D O E
Clan Leader

♛ Pronouns: She/Her
♛ Orientation: ???

♛ Ambitious
♛ Confident
♛ Spirited
♛ Peculiar

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______ The story of Jane Doe begins not with a dragon, but with a skink. A purple skink, to be exact, living in the far flung expanses of the Starwood Strand. This skink was somewhat different from its kin - not physically, but in mentality. She wasn’t content with a tireless life of shelter seeking and insect eating, never striving for anything greater, never achieving anything more profound. Most of all though, she envied the dragons that had so audaciously claimed the lands spanning the Starfall Isles and beyond.

Though the skink could draw superficial similarities between herself and the dragons she so often saw through the vivid brush - with their clawed limbs and whip-like tails and scaly exteriors - she couldn't help but long for that which the dragon’s had that she did not, finding her own meager body base and unrefined in comparison. Above any and everything else, the skink yearned one day to ascend to the enlightened ranks of dragonhood.

That intrepid purple skink was far from content with idle wishing though, so one day - having finally tired of her dismal life among the dirt and weeds - she set out to find someone who could aid in making her dreams a reality. Dragons - especially those who hailed from these arcane lands - were a knowledgeable bunch, scholarly and wise with the lore of ancient tomes and cryptic lore. Surely by now a method must have been devised to transmute a creature lowly as herself into something more draconic?

So the skink tracked down the first den she could find and waltzed boldly inside, prepared to enumerate her grievances and humbly request the aid of the esteemed wyrms who lived there. She’d just barely stepped past the threshold, however, when a dragon seized her in their jaws - skinks, after all, were quite the delicacy to dragons of a carnivorous persuasion - and swallowed her down in one grizzly gulp.

Our story really ought to end right there, the tale of a deluded pest with dreams of unobtainable grandeur, who died without ever having left her mark on the world - save as a scarcely satisfying snack to the creature she’d devoted her life to idolizing. The skink was not content to perish so easily however, and so gravely determined was she that her soul - though rent asunder from her mangled flesh - managed to persist.

So that newly phantasmal skink, for many days and nights, roamed the Starfall Isles in a daze, as she felt the memories of her past life begin to slip gradually away. That was until she stumbled upon the decrepit remains of an old dragon lair, tucked away in the outlands of the Crystalspine Reaches - clearly long abandoned, yet remarkably well kept regardless. Amongst the long discarded relics and tattered records documenting the lives and achievements of dragons long dead and gone was . . . a doll. Brightly colored and made in the image of a sprightly Fae, the stitching of the doll’s patchwork body was bound together in some places with ribbons and gauze.

All at once, the spectral skink found herself overcome with the fleeting memory of the one desire she’d held dear in life, and without hesitation she bound her wayward soul to the doll and possessed it. As she slowly adjusted to her new form, flexing her tail and clumsy flapping her wings, something stirred deep within the lair’s depths.

An ephemeral figure, shimmering faintly with ethereal magenta light, approached her from behind a heap of books and toys - the carefully collected remnants of hatchlings from a bygone generation. For the first time in her life - (Afterlife? Was there really a distinction to be made anymore?) - the skink found herself being greeted as a dragon, and it felt just as right as she’d always imagined it would. The Den Spirit - a creature conceived of arcane magic, born to tend and manage the affairs of dragon and lair alike - rejoiced to once again be of service to someone after so many millennia awaiting the return of its departed clan.

The spirit asked the skink turned dragon for her name, but she had none to give.

Evidently troubled by this - having never known a dragon not gifted a name by their clan’s elders the very day of their hatching - the Den Spirit took it upon itself to give her a name.

Jane Doe was what it settled on after a moment's contemplation.

(The spirit couldn’t quite explain what had driven it to bestow her with that name in particular, other than some brief, unhelpful murmurings about it having meant something very long ago.)

With that new name went every semblance of her past life, down to the last trace of it. Jane Doe had never been a skink. So far as she was concerned, she was - and had always been - a dragon.

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______ Jane Doe is a thoroughly strange dragon, hailing from the fact she only became one fairly recently - a fact all but lost to her in the wake of her untimely demise. A Fae of few words - (Well, actually no words. The puppet-like body she now inhabits lacks a voice box after all.) - Jane Doe prefers to express herself through her actions. Her most notable traits are her ceaseless ambition and unshakable confidence - even when faced with challenges far beyond the capabilities of her diminutive form - qualities which sway the admiration and respect of the dragons around her in spite of her meager stature and uncanny mannerisms. It was these traits that, along with her seniority, awarded her a position of leadership within The Clan Without A Name, second only to the Den Spirit itself.

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