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Dreyri

(#9218542)

Level 25 Imperial

Familiar

Molten Wartoad

Energy: 48/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

18.95 m

Wingspan

16.54 m

Weight

7838.78 kg

Genetics

Coal
Clown

White
Eye Spots

Red
Crackle

Hatchday

Dec 30, 2014
(9 years)

Breed

Adult
Imperial

Eye Type

Nature
Common

Level 25 Imperial

Max Level

STR

126

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

Biography

D R E Y R I

"Cute that you think I'd care either way."

Dreyri's nickname "Little Red" stems, of course, from the old dragons' tale, as her way of dressing in a wolf pelt and a red mantle reminds many of the well-known story. Some would say that even the bright red patterning of her hide could be seen as a reference to the blood-stained events it tells of.

Calling one of the largest dragons in the entire clan 'little' could potentially stir a bunch of trouble, but not in this case. Despite many a thing about Dreyri suggesting otherwise, she is actually quite even-tempered for a fighter and usually thinks before she acts. Usually.

Dreyri's battle training first started when she was only a child. Her father was a strict and driven military leader who wanted to raise strong children. As soon as he felt she was ready, she was pushed out of her birth clan and out into the world.

NAME
Dreyri, "Little Red"

GENDER
Female - she/her

OCCUPATION
Battle team member

LOYALTIES
the Team

It took Dreyri some time to find her footing out there, but after a while she found a small, friendly clan willing to take her in. Having pretty much only known fighting her entire life, she delighted in sparring with the rowdier kids, but also made sure to consider her more frail and gentle clanmates as well. This, her first found home, was where she learned compassion. But alas, the happiness was not to last.

One night Dreyri woke up to a cacophony of sounds echoing off the cave walls around her. At first her sleep-addled brain recognized the familiar aspects of it. Clashing weapons, grunts of exertion, the soft thud of a body falling over, all known to her from her childhood days of combat training. But what she didn't remember from her childhood were the other sounds. The cries of agony, the panicked screams, the claws and teeth tearing deep into flesh. Too deep. This was no boot camp. This was an ambush.

The adolescent Imperial rushed out of her cave only to witness a sight she could no longer do anything to help with. A ruthless pack of unknown dragons had made quick work of any resistance the small clan had been able to put up. The bodies of Dreyri's sparring partners were laid on the ground before her, each torn apart gnarlier than the last. All around the lair she could see scattered remains of other dragons, mercilessly slain where they had been sleeping. Any remaining survivors were fleeing however they could. The surrounding panic got to Dreyri and she joined them, scampering away from the carnage. The clan was no more.

Dreyri fled for days. She simply couldn't make herself stop running. She kept going until her limbs couldn't carry her any further, and then some. It was something akin to a miracle that, when she finally lost consciousness mid-flight and crashed right through the canopy protecting clan Othala, she stumbled to the ground mostly unharmed.

The residents of the sinkhole were happy to take her in, and her physical condition quickly improved with adequate rest and food. Thankful, she accepted the offer to make this clan her new home and was eager to join the battle team as soon as she was capable of fighting again.

Dreyri still blames herself for the fate of her last clan, convinced she could have prevented the horrible events if only she'd been awake. Often troubled by insomnia, she now throws herself fully into training and fighting with the battle team to make sure nothing like it would ever happen again. Not on her watch.

S T A T S

STR
⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

DEX
⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

CON
⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

INT
⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

WIS
⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

CHA
⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

R E L A T I O N S

Baldur - team leader

A R T

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