Peleides
(#9084672)
Level 1 Fae
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Nature.
Male Fae
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
1.11 m
Wingspan
1 m
Weight
1.88 kg
Genetics
Midnight
Ripple
Ripple
Caribbean
Stripes
Stripes
Caribbean
Underbelly
Underbelly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Fae
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
6
INT
8
VIT
5
MND
8
Lineage
Biography
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A Blurb by Lightshadow101: wrote:
Why did I leave? Should I know? Will I find anyone to become friends with here? Why don't I know? I'm smart, a scientist. I need to know. Can anyone PLEASE tell me why I'm not still with my old friends, collaborating. Oh. RIGHT. HIM. He STOLE them from me.... I will kill him. But first, I will get acclimated to my new home. I'll make new friends. And most importantly, make sure he never hurts any of them.
Quote:
"If you eliminate everything that is unsuccessful, then anything left, however unfeasible, must be successful. Or something. Pass the beaker, please- NO, NOT THAT-"
*bang* *coughing* "...Oh, never mind. Back to the drawing tablet…" Quote:
"You're purple with spines, now, are you? And was that my intention in testing the serum? Then I hardly see how it's my fault. For all intents and purposes, consider it a great success."
Quote:
"No you can't come in and 'clean up a bit'!! Everything in here is a delicately balanced experiment. Yes, even that cheese. There didn't use to be cheese. There was just suddenly a plate of cookies, which I ate- and then there was just the plate, and then there was cheese on it! I'm observing it carefully to see what it might become next. What do you mean, someone else might have- oh. Oh, I see. Please tell the kitchens that cheese gives me indigestion. And to send more cookies."
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B I O G R A P H Y
Peleides is a crazy scientist (in a good-natured, bumbling way- not the 'They said I was mad! MAD! I'll show them! I'LL SHOW THEM ALL AHAHAHHA', padded-cell-and-straightjacket variety), who greatly misses his friends in his former clan, but is just starting to settle in. Also, he's really, very forgetful. He was named after the Blue Morpho Butterfly, which he resembled from birth, and the hatchlings of the clan call him Mad Doctor Morpho as a joke. They play games outside of his lab, making up silly rhyming songs and scary stories with him in it. He feels rather chuffed by all the attention, or he would, if he paid attention to anything outside his lab very much at all, but he is content in his own little world. Peleides' motto is 'failure is merely gathering of more information on how success might be achieved, if only by process of painstaking exclusion of variables'. Yes, that's about as short and snappy as his phraseology gets. Anyone who asks him a simple question will leave with their head ringing with nonsense in reams of deep scientific facts which they neither wanted nor needed- and that's the best outcome of entering his laboratory, where the constant haze of combined science and magic can spontaneously manifest illnesses of boils and frogs in the unwary passerby. Peleides has taken to wearing his magic-enhanced goggles for magnification at all times, so if you sneak up on him- he is so preoccupied with his own muttering thoughts, that sneaking up is inevitable unless you come in slowly, shouting all the time- he can turn to look at you and will scream like a wounded pig and hide in terror amongst the rafters, until he is gently reminded that he's left his goggles on magnify, and he isn't being attacked by a hideous giant mutant bog sneak, it's just that he was staring up your nose again. 
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B I O G R A P H Y
Peleides was born in a time of uncertainty for his birth clan. Peleides' mother, Undercurrent, was a free-spirited Fae with Clan Courier, but took herself off to See the World one day and never came back. His father Sidhe was left to manage the huge sprawling horde of his various offspring and running the day-to-day business of the clan, and had little time for Peleides, but that didn't faze the youngster, for already he had a taste for his calling in life; and that, was SCIENCE! Peleides was particularly fascinated by life, and the creation of life, through nature and nurture and magic and scientific means; thus it followed logically that in order to test his theories about the source of life, he should attempt to recreate it in a laboratory setting, namely his new home, in the Bliznyetzi Clan. His first few dozen, hundred, attempts ended in failure. But educational failure! And once he finally managed a partial success, it winked out with indignation at his presumption in summoning it into existence. Who was he? A deity? To demand life from nothing, as if he had the right to create. But he persisted- finally, he summoned a dragon-shaped living creature, which promptly walked out of his questioning and befriended his clans folk as bold as brass. He, for the creation was male, claimed that Peleides was meddling in things he didn't understand, and should be sent away for the good of the clan, and Peleides' own health, and, to quote the creature directly, to 'get out more'. As if the affront of insolence from his own creation wasn't enough, the creature had to add insult to injury! It was quite intolerable. He complained about it to the leader of the Bliznyetzi Clan, but the leader pointed out that any creature with enough free will and independent thought to pass judgement on their creator, deserved the right to self-determination, and should not, as Peleides put it, 'be squashed like the upstart massive glorified insect that he was'. It was decided, for the sake of all, that Peleides and his 'creation' could not live harmoniously in the same clan any longer. Peleides was moved on, quite equanimously, to cross the forest and join the peaceful ranks of the Oakheart Clan.
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 Here in the Oakheart Clan, he set up a new laboratory- grumbling at the scientific backwardness of this 'uneducated' clan without their apparent interest in SCIENCE whatsoever- but accepting help from the curious hatchlings who turned up at his doorstep, mostly wondering where the weird miniature twisted flying monsters were coming from. Mad Doctor Morpho, as they called him, after the butterfly, was good enough company; and certainly kept the youngsters entertained by imperiously sending them on errands to fetch the strangest things, from stores or from the woods themselves. Hen's teeth, lizard eyebrows, snake elbows, and more- at least it kept them out from under anyone's feet. No one knows if Peleides knew that half of the things he was asking for didn't exist, because even if they did return with the object he would wave thanks absent-mindedly and have already forgotten what he wanted it for. So, quite easily, he fitted in to a niche no one knew had existed, and got to enjoy his favourite pastime in peace- the endless pursuit and delight of SCIENCE.
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