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Hezom

(#8369910)

Level 25 Ridgeback

Familiar

Lightning Sprite

Energy: 50/50

Personal Style

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Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

13.76 m

Wingspan

19.18 m

Weight

8304.24 kg

Genetics

Obsidian
Flaunt

Aqua
Flair

Teal
Sparkle

Hatchday

Dec 05, 2014
(9 years)

Breed

Adult
Ridgeback

Eye Type

Lightning
Primal

Level 25 Ridgeback

Max Level

STR

125

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

none

Biography

Hezom

Storm-Dancer
(Former head engineer / Lightning priest)

"Do you have any idea what it does to a Lightning dragon, on a spiritual level, when our work ethic burns away?"

Hezom was, above anything else, a child of the shifting expanse. He had been exalted at a young age, found himself dissatisfied with his work in the Tempest Spire, then had been struck down when he fled. It filled him with an enormous amount of Lightning magic, at the cost of his hearing; god-cursed was still god-touched, after all. From there, he then proceeded to lend his innovative brain and nigh-inexhaustible willpower toward building the Clan that'd scraped him off the floor into a technological powerhouse. The Bounty of the Elements surging across the land nearly unmade him, with the sheer volume and quantity of magic contained within, but he dominated that force too.

Not happy, never happy, but he found purpose and meaning in his work in spite of his disgrace.

...for a while.

A long while, to be sure. Upon retrospect, longer than anyone ever could've expected from him. The magic always seemed to flow, but on a personal level, Hezom bled himself dry. Past all reason, past all exhaustion, until even the most determined Ridgeback would've died in the wasteland that had become his soul. Without rain, without some water and reprieve sometimes, even the hardiest desert ecosystems will die.

One day, Hezom went to make a machine part he'd made a million times before, and just... couldn't. His mind just... wouldn't.

He still knew how, of course. He still knew how to use the tools. But his mind just would not make his body move. It felt like staring at a Veilspun's dance, somehow. No matter how hard he tried, he just could not make himself make the part. He'd gone to the well and, for the first time in his life, he came up empty. "Real Lightning dragons don't get burnout," his peers in the Shifting Expanse had lied.

Even when he'd run away from the Stormcatcher's employ, even when he'd been personally struck down by the hand of Lightning's God, Hezom didn't feel as much like a failure and a disgrace to his element as he did right then. He couldn't pick up the tool. He couldn't make the part. He could not work.

Thunder rolled, far overhead.

Like the dance of a Veilspun, huh? Hezom threw down his tools and made for the entrance to the bunker, shedding his work clothing and equipment like the millstone it had become. His ancient ancestors had dances too, before civilization, before history, before they as a people had opted to try to leash the storm like a common beast. The specific rituals involved in Dancing the Storm had been lost to time, only that it was horribly dangerous, and that dragons who tried to do it untrained were often unmade by the massive torrents of Lightning magic that coursed through their bodies.

That was fine. Hezom shed the last of his equipment, his patchy and unkempt hide bare to the sky above, just like the dragons of old. He curled his toes in the sand outside the bunker, marveling that even if he lived, this might be the last time he saw his homeland. Clan AXQU was moving to the Southern Icefield soon. Hezom spread his wings, staring out over the yawning mouth of Carrion Canyon, then up at the slowly-churning clouds above. And, unknowingly, Hezom thought a very similar thought to the generations of storm-dancers before him, so ancient as to be lost to every flight's memory.

Unmake me, and make me new.

When his clanmates found him the next morning, they did not recognize their engineer. His hide glittered with the beauty of the stars above and the wild magic within and without that had taken him the night before. When his eyes opened, he felt it flow out of him... but no longer did he try to force a bridle on the power within. Those weren't the first things he noticed, though.

Voices. He heard voices. The voices of his friends, for the first time.

Hezom's tears threw sparks as he openly wept.

Old bio/ old lore below!!

______________Hezom______________

The Head Engineer

♛
"Function over honor. I've come to appreciate that mindset lately."
♛

_________________________

B I O G R A P H Y

Main Theme: Breathing Lightning - Anthrax

______ Hezom is as much a fixture of Clan AXQU as the very bedrock that surrounds their bunker. Exalted as a teenager, Hezom's natural creative mind, hyperintelligence, and way with mechanics soon earned him a top level management position within the Stormcatcher's ranks. And gods, was he bored. It took him less than six months of being in management before he fled the Spire, with only a briefcase full of design documents and a set of old goggles to his name.

Needless to say, the Boss wasn't pleased. Three massive lightning bolts struck Hezom over Carrion Canyon. One ripped a hole in his left wing. The second shredded his right wing. The last one struck him in the back of the head, permanently taking his hearing and temporarily taking his consciousness.

Miraculously, he survived long enough for Clan AXQU to find him. It was a dishonor and a disgrace to flee a god's service, but they could use Hezom's mind. They found him to be affable and self depreciating, though a little sarcastic when annoyed. His force of will, when he chose to employ it, was entirely indomitable. In the beginning he had a short temper, which has since mellowed out. Learning Draconic Sign Language helped. The fact that the rest of the lair was willing to learn with him helped more. He was able to overwork to his heart's content, building intelligent AI systems, integrated mechanomagical devices, weapons, golems, Arcane power reactors, and even a prototype spacecraft.

His wings eventually healed into lightning bolt patterns, surging with power at the slightest touch. Hezom absolutely overflows with electricity at all times; God-cursed is still God-touched, after all. He is a sort of living ley-line. If he picks up a lightbulb by the base, it will light up, whether he wants it to or not.

Decades later, when Sornieth surged with magic and the Bounty of the Elements ripped across the world, Hezom had to lock himself away to avoid endangering the rest of the lair. The unholy sound of his tortured screaming would stay with the rest of the clan for years, and there was nothing any of them could do without being electrocuted in the process. For most of a month, the engineer suffered. And suffered. And suffered. Columbine, the clan's former leader and current archmage, had to come up with ever more creative ways to drain off Hezom's power just so that he could eat and drink. Electricity flowed out everywhere... including out of his eyes and across the back of his head, dancing across the spot where the thunderbolt had taken his hearing ages ago.

But it didn't last forever. Eventually, Hezom fought back. He learned to ride it out... then to work within it, then finally how to control it. How to contain it. How to dominate it. He exerted his will over the power within him, then finally, finally emerged. The ridgeback was severely underweight, but so much stronger. He carried himself with infinitely more confidence.

If mages ask nicely, he allows them to draw as much energy as they want off him; nobody has ever been able to find a bottom to Hezom's electrical power well so long as he is in the Shifting Expanse, and his electrical energy is incredibly vast even in other territories. If they do not ask nicely, and try to draw off him without his consent, he overloads them. The last time the engineer himself went into battle, his lightning storm reduced an entire serthis village to oddly shaped glass.

He prefers not to, however. He prefers to build, and innovate, and cuddle up with his mate at the end of the day. For dragons with no magic sense whatsoever, the only indicator of Hezom's supercharged nature is his brightly glowing eyes.

Bio template by @Mibella, find it here.

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