Isceroth
(#86839548)
Level 25 Guardian
Familiar
Deepglow Nautilus
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Energy: 49/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Arcane.
Female Guardian
This dragon is on a Coliseum team.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
18.77 m
Wingspan
17.89 m
Weight
11472.23 kg
Genetics
White
Poison
Poison
White
Toxin
Toxin
Teal
Opal
Opal
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Guardian
Max Level
STR
120
AGI
11
DEF
13
QCK
68
INT
5
VIT
8
MND
6
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
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History This clan started with her. Born to Arcanen nest, little is known about her hatchling years. Even to her. What is known is that she was hatched by Beastclan members and raised to be a servant to their despicable tasks. What she does remember is being told in her first memory by Serthis that dragons had tried to kill her because of her power. And they would help Isceroth become the most powerful dragon of them all. She could not tell you if it was the moment she clawed out of her egg, if it was later in her adolescent days, or if it was a fake memory she created to protect herself, but it was her only truth until the day the clan was created. Once she was of age, many years were spent in dark caves throughout the Arcanist's land. Isceroth would be planted in clans to gather knowledge for Beastclan. A traveling scholar, a young aspiring scribe, a simple devotee of her flight who was simply curious. She then, after careful deliberation with the Serthis, who used her like a weapon, would tweak and plant these half-truths half lies to clans to get herself closer and closer to the great Tourmaline Archives. From there to the Oculus of the Eleven and the Astrodome, then finally the great observatory of the Arcanist himself. Or she would remove those who threatened her position. For years, she traveled nomadically, being seen by Dragonkind as a wandering mind. A dangerous mind. While very few know how deadly she was saving for the Serthis, who closely watched and trained her as she grew, she was one of the best-trained killers of any flight. She was never once caught, regardless of who she killed, where she killed, or when she killed. Her quiet facade and deep vault of knowledge kept most from suspecting anything. Any who did, had few breaths left to even tell another soul. Any who heard the rumors had fewer. After the ancient events that had unfolded at the hands of the arcanist, beastclan had long believed that they could cause another summoning that would remove dragonkind, allowing for the rule of beastclan once and for all. And Isceroth, being of Arcane decent, had the power in her blood to do so. Or she had the blood to allow her an audience to make the Arcanist do it. Once she had made it to the Tourmaline Archives, she spent days with the knowledge kept for the most devout. She grew thin and frail, pouring over the knowledge kept in the halls of so many minds. Her life goal, her destiny as so described by the Serthis, dissipated, as did her appetite, her sleep, and soon her sanity. It was as if the moment she walked through the doors, the ancient desire for knowledge that her flight held so dear consumed her. The existence of the Astrodome, the Oculus of the Eleven, and the Observatory all become letters on scrolls, no longer real places. No longer goals, targets, or dreams. The desire for knowledge ravenously consumed her desire for power. Nothing other than the scrolls and tomes and words and letters and ink on paper mattered. Her body became a shell. It was nothing more than a case to her mind that consumed and consumed and consumed. One late night, after what could have been days, weeks, maybe even years after she arrived, she was startled by a figure behind a bookcase she had been working through. It was some of the earliest records that she could find. Every scale on her body felt too close, too itchy, too confined. Come. She could not tell if her ears heard the word or if it was just in her head. She could not tell who the figure was or where it had gone, but somehow, she knew where to go. She walked the rows upon rows of bookshelves, up staircases, through hallways, to a set of golden doors. There were no windows around her, so she had no idea where she was. Well, that's not true, she knew, not from her surroundings but from her soul. From the tips of her horns to the end of her tail, she knew she stood at the door of her Flight's deity. No soul knows what happened in that observatory. Some say it is a myth or a lie until they meet the dragon whose eye glows, whose mind has all answers, and whose age is unknown. Now, as a devout servant to her birth flight and all deities who protect dragons, she travels, finding the brightest minds to understand their home and how to use that information to create a better, safer home for Dragonkind. |
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