Sophie
(#89657756)
shade priest apprentice
Scarlet
Rosaline Strangler
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Male Imperial
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
25.54 m
Wingspan
23.72 m
Weight
8733.79 kg
Genetics
Blood
Metallic
Metallic
Sanguine
Saturn
Saturn
Sanguine
Capsule
Capsule
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Lineage
Biography
 SOPHIE x. French; wisdom ╭━━━━━━━━━╮ RELATIONS  his former guardian  his superior, a friend of his ╰━━━━━━━━━╯ INVENTORY 
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artist "these visions? oh … you’re too frail for me to share them." ╰━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╯ When asked about his childhood, lesser priest (and vessel) of the Shade, Sophie, will answer that he suffered a bout of amnesia. When asked about his name, he will typically refuse to answer, sparing the asker a dignified glare before stalking away indignantly. While the amnesia story is true, that isn’t all of the story. Sophie regained his memories only a year after the incident. He simply dislikes sharing his story, and so he tells half-lies. It’s not like he’s dissuaded from doing so. The clan he was born into was a simple Plague clan settled into the walls of the Wyrmwound. As a hatchling, he and his clanmates would travel to the edge of the Wyrmwound, shyly peering in. They’d watch the local Aberrations migrate to the Wyrmwound, dipping themselves in the acidic soup. The Aberrations were always different each year, and somehow the young Coatl hatched a foolish idea. Firstly, he had a terrible misfortune; he was a dark gray Coatl, often shunned for his sickly appearance. The clan’s Coatls typically avoided him for this, even though he wasn’t sick. Because of his coal-like scales, he was named Seiloc, a name meant to sound dim and hopeless. And so the small Coatl chose the night after the migrating Aberrations had left and dispersed, slipping through the newly-worn path they’d taken to the Wyrmwound’s crater. The acid crept into his nostrils, a bitter tang coating the back of his throat. It shouldn’t have been that bad, though. Seiloc hadn’t yet learned that the Aberrations had a unique constitution, in order to survive the Wyrmwound. The young Coatl did not. One step into the greedy acid, and Seiloc had lost his footing, slipping into the roiling, blistering acid. Mercifully, he did not get to experience much of the intense pain before slamming his head on a jutting bone, falling limply into unconsciousness. When the dragon woke up, he did not know his name. He only knew that he was a crimson red Imperial, and that he belonged here. His blurred eyes opened to see a form absolutely covered in bandages, revealing very little of his unique red scales. Before him stood an impassive-looking Aberration, dark with robin-blue patterns on their scales. One head, the one with two bright orange eyes, held a roll of bandages tightly grasped in its mouth. The three-eyed head stared at him distastefully. “So it’s awake … hmph. Makin’ our job that much worse.” The other head disagreed, words muffled by the bandages. And that is how the unnamed dragon came to know Serpentaria, the gruff Aberration who assisted the Imperial’s healing. They were the one to name him Sophie, not particularly caring about his shrill protests. And once he bore no resemblance to the shredded Imperial-Coatl mix that had been picked up earlier (but for his face, still bearing a Coatl-like resemblance) Serpentaria sent him on his way with one last remark from Aria. “We know you’re gonna get all mixed up with ‘em nasty dragons. Their promises ain’t gonna help ya much.” Serpentaria’s words were not just that of a worried parental figure — they were right, but Sophie wasn’t to know that as he traveled aimlessly towards the Tangled Wood. He listened to the friendly greeting of one sanguine Obelisk, resembling himself somewhat. She gifted him a lovely cloak that rippled like sunlight, covering his eyes and face well, as well as elegantly framing his looping frame. The Obelisk was named Kira, and she slowly convinced Sophie that the place she was traveling to — a little friendly clan — was absolutely harmless, and that he should stay a while. That he did, but slowly things began looking … not quite right. For one, every single dragon feared Kira, and by extension, Sophie. There was a statue of some eldritch horror that every dragon paid respects to upon passing it by. And there was always a murmur of the Shade. Even if the Shade was real, Sophie considered it nothing more than a little scare. He did not notice how slowly he came to accept it as not only real, but a benevolent force. The day that Kira offered him an apprenticeship under her revered self, High Priestess of the Shade, he gratefully accepted. After this, he began receiving visions, of a grey dragon named Seiloc. And not just his past self — other dragons. Ones he did not know. He used these visions to speak about when the Shade would want a sacrifice, when he thought there might be an intruder, and when both Kira and Chaos would have to collaborate (three days in advance, so that they might fight about it for the three days, then be too exhausted to fight more). He’s become quite a disdainful individual, after officially becoming a priest of the Shade, and receiving a fragment of it. But that’s no matter — he has his secrets, and he’s quite comfortable with them. |
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