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Skin
![Skin: I Love Mom's Soup](/static/cms/skins/52759.png)
Scene
![Scene: Plaguebringer's Domain](/static/cms/trinket/36376.png)
Measurements
Length
4.55 m
Wingspan
5.94 m
Weight
625.35 kg
Genetics
Latte
Savannah (Aberration)
Savannah (Aberration)
Blood
Safari (Aberration)
Safari (Aberration)
Blood
Thylacine (Aberration)
Thylacine (Aberration)
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 4 Aberration
EXP: 3162 / 4027
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STR
10
AGI
10
DEF
10
QCK
15
INT
10
VIT
10
MND
10
Lineage
Biography
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Origin Advocating Councilor • Oracle lvl 3 • Aberrant Aberration "Her love is seen in the marks on my skin." |
Origin was one of the original founders of the ‘Isle of the Lost’, which is a large island set deep underground in the Rotrock Rim, right next to, and almost underneath, the Wormwound. All surrounding the island is plague and pestilence that has trickled down from the Wormwound to surround the island. Origin had known of the trials since he was young, and as soon as he was able to, he snuck away from his pack and headed toward the Wormwound to complete his trial. And he knew he would complete it, there was no option otherwise. He would either do it, or he would throw himself into the Wormwound from the shame of being unable to accomplish the one thing he was bred to do. Origin’s first trial was his first time hearing the Plague Mother’s voice, and he knew ever since then that he would dedicate his life in service of her. He would continue to complete his trials over and over in order to get closer to the Plague Mother and to hear her voice. The thick red jagged line across his back, neck, and wings tells a tale of strength, perseverance, and raw religious zealotry. This ended up leading him towards the life of an Oracle, dedicated to Her. Most Oracles would use another creature, dragon, or even other Necromancers in order to infect them and divine the great Mothers will. Origin uses his own body, and when he needs to hear the words of Mother, he sits again by the Wormwound and listen closely to the sound of the rot, and the whispering voice beyond it. And if he needs some bigger answer, something more than just a whisper. He will plunge into the depths of the Wormwound and allow the couldron of plague to surround him, as the great Mother speaks in a deep husky voice of how she wants the world to be. Origin had found his calling by listening to the words of Mother, and he was compelled to spread her plans to any dragon that came past him, but first: he needed a home, a base of operations as close to the Wormwound as he could get. And as if fueled by his thought, a cave was before him carved out of a portion of the Rotrock Rim. He traveled into it, further and further, until he reached a large land mass in an even larger cave that was completely surrounded by the plague being cooked up in the Wormwound, and he knew he’d found his home. He opened it up to anyone who would be brave enough to make their way down, and occasionally he would get a dragon who would dare; a dragon who also wanted to get closer to Mother. Soon he had a flight full of dragons that cared for the mother as he did, and who listened to his words as if the Plague Bringer was speaking through him. This made him feel powerful, and he liked that feeling, so he continued giving his sermons based on Her plans. He knew about Necromancers of course, anyone who lived in these plague-filled lands would unless they were raised under a rock. But he didn’t know about the council until some of his flight brought it up to him. And then suddenly Her voice in his head, “Go”. And he went, he traveled to the domain of the Necromancers, to the heart of their operations and he announced his joining of the council. Some of the higher ranks smirked and rolled their eyes, thinking him some youngling who would wither and perish like so many others did before. He is not them, however, and he will spread Her will until his dying breath. Even to heretics who use her name for their own gain |
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Bio template by crowael. Sidebar and dividers by Poisonedpaper. Buttons taken from the subspecies thread.
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Art by (me) TheEternalPlague
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