Alastair
(#85316345)
Level 1 Veilspun
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Energy: 49/50
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Personal Style
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Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
0.42 m
Wingspan
0.87 m
Weight
1.56 kg
Genetics
Metals
Sphinxmoth (Veilspun)
Sphinxmoth (Veilspun)
Metals
Constellation (Veilspun)
Constellation (Veilspun)
Metals
Flecks (Veilspun)
Flecks (Veilspun)
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Veilspun
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
6
DEF
5
QCK
8
INT
8
VIT
5
MND
8
Biography
ALASTAIR
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B I O G R A P H Y
Coming from a seedier clan that doesn't have strong family ties, Alastair is withdrawn and somewhat surly by nature in his younger years. Navabi knowing what its like to be bought and sold for military purposes was quick to step in as a segregate mother to him and the other 4 hatchlings. |
He's GOLD!
"I thought my instructions were clear? What do you mean by bringing me this?" Navabi eye's narrow as she puffs up defensively, "I told you Candyfloss! Veilspun are rare these days, much less Veilspun specifically bred for undercover work. You're lucky I found anything at all! Not to mention the funds you gave me to work with!" "HE'S GOLD!" The volume of Nova's hiss is low, mindful of the hatchling, but the frustration still riles the spiral. Baring her teeth at the old imperial, Navabi spits back. "Are you going senile?! You KNOW with the proper amount of magic and training that the brightest colored shadow dragon can blend in seamlessly with the dark!" Nova only squints, turning from the fuming spiral to the small Veilspun who had now focused on the two adult dragons arguing semi quietly in the corner. Navabi taps her claws impatiently, as she crosses her arms, watching in silence as the imperial takes stock of the young dragons magic reserves. "His magic reserves are barely adequate Navabi." Now the old Imperial sighs, anger gone and now sounding merely tired, paw rubbing at his eyes and Navabi sighs in sympathy, anger also draining out of her. Giving a tired grin, Navabi tries to lighten the mood. "Come on Canyfloss, give me some credit. I should be able to whip these whelps into shape. I wouldn't have taken them if I didn't think they wouldn't be useful." The adults are silent, turning to look the hatchling only to see that the young male has wandered off to Nova's book collection, claws tapping the titles of the books curiously. Giving another sigh, Navabi turns back to Nova, face grim. "It was these hatchlings or none at all." Letting out another sigh, Nova dips his head in surrender. "Very well." |
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