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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
7.12 m
Wingspan
7.94 m
Weight
582.02 kg
Genetics
Coal
Slime
Slime
Bronze
Bee
Bee
Bronze
Capsule
Capsule
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Bogsneak
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
7
INT
6
VIT
7
MND
6
Biography
Maple Syrup Marlon
Nearing the end of a long youth spent steeped in distrust and humid, ever-present guard, Maple Syrup Marlon began to contemplate whether he would ever feel the things that came so naturally to the dragons around him. He recalled asking of his friend as a hatchling how he tamped down his desire to be hospitable, to make room for their culture's wincing repression and malice toward strangers. The question seemed to confuse the other boy, as if he'd genuinely not considered that to welcome the company of the unknown could hold appeal. Through his early years, though the void held a close place in his heart, Marlon never could eschew the desire to create, to welcome, to entertain.
It was on one hazy spring morning, when the gruff buzz of insects and green stench of rotted mangrove drifted along a hot bog breeze, that Marlon heard the call of Morningstar: a sharp, nearly imperceptible whistle cutting through the flat air. Suddenly, Marlon felt a rush of comradely fervor, a burst of rich flavors he'd never known washing over his palate, the water around him growing uncharacteristically and refreshingly cool around his body. It was like nothing he had known before. His saffron eyes glistened, his great jaw shook. He knew in an instant that these hospitable urges he'd felt since his hatching, these desires for vivid things, all could be nourished-- if only he answered the Call.
There was no precedent for a dragon of his kin leaving the bog, so he said quiet, formal goodbyes to a family repulsed by his choice but resigned to the clarity of his intent. He knew only that his journey was to the South and that it would likely be taxing, so he prepared a kit of basic essentials, planning to make many stops to trade his claw in labor for provisions. By the pre-dawn light of the next morning, his tail pulled up onto land, leaving the waters he'd stewed in his entire youth for the final time.
The next two months would bring him across the gusty slopes of the Reedcleft Ascent, along the expansive nothingness of the Abiding Boneyard, and through the wonders of the Starfall Isles. There existed so much beyond the tepid waters that had been his entire world for so long. Above all, the trek Southward awakened in Marlon an insatiable awe for the world of cuisine. Particularly, he noted that many dragons prepared their most wondrous sweet, tangy, and soft creations at the start of the day. He began tailoring his itinerary around sampling as many of these offerings as possible. By the time that his weary claws stepped from the final berg of the Frigid Floes, he had experienced the joy of breakfast across hundreds of subcultures, clans, and breeds. His eerie mystique and saccharine charm had entranced countless culinary experts along his travels, and he gleefully retained what they'd shared.
He arrived to Morningstar Clan at last in the bright white cold of mid-day. The other dragons crowded curiously around him, enamored with his syrupy glamour (unseen as of yet in the refractal tones of early Glitterboys) and bright, vivacious tales of his trek across the Northern continent. However, he earned their adoration when he plated their Breakfast For Dinner just five hours later: berry compote, tundra-grain croissant, and salted white-root tots, all drizzled in thick, fresh, delectable maple syrup. For a clan subsisting off charred ice critter and boiled conifer, the meal brought many to genuine tears. Marlon was swiftly granted the funds to open Bogsneak Breakfast, the clan's very first eatery. It is here that he channels his mastery of the culinary craft to delight the variety of Morningstar tastes using only the various flora and fauna of the icy expanse.
Art Forms Practiced: Culinary Arts
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