Midnight
(#92439035)
Level 1 Gaoler
Familiar
Storm Seeker
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Energy: 41/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Shadow.
Male Gaoler
This dragon is benefiting from the effects of eternal youth.
This dragon is an ancient breed.
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Personal Style
Ancient dragons cannot wear apparel.
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Measurements
Length
2.44 m
Wingspan
0.30 m
Weight
84.12 kg
Genetics
Abyss
Shaggy (Gaoler)
Shaggy (Gaoler)
Abyss
Streak (Gaoler)
Streak (Gaoler)
Cyan
Blossom (Gaoler)
Blossom (Gaoler)
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Gaoler
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
5
DEF
7
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
9
MND
7
Biography
my first to be permababy
Bought on January 22, 2024 my 1 year anniversary!!!
Eternal youth applied February 14 2024! Happy Valentine's Day!
Wispwillow Peryton or Smoky Bantam Fangar
or Marshland Poodle Mith for my permabab
Bought on January 22, 2024 my 1 year anniversary!!!
Eternal youth applied February 14 2024! Happy Valentine's Day!
Wispwillow Peryton or Smoky Bantam Fangar
or Marshland Poodle Mith for my permabab
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ु B I O G R A P H Y ु
He was a creature of comfort and liked to collect things that brought him such. Candies, plush dolls, flowers, and other baubles adorned his small den. He was a touch shy but no more than any other hatchling. What brought him the most pleasure was helping others and his selflessness helped him overcome his shy streak. [ Written by PlantMage ] ---- Averagely shy, average pride, hard working, wants to please, very kind, but gets into mischief on occasion, doesn’t always think things through first, but is working on it, impulsive. Very selfless and loves to do things for others. Would sooner run away than stand his ground. Averagely afraid. Scared of the dark but won’t admit it. Enjoys flowers, candies, small animals, stuffed animals, toys, planes, trains, baubles. [ Written by: hylianrose ] ---- up and away! cyan blossoms drift in the thousand tides and puppets dance in the waves. youthful exuberance with a dash of trickery, and the tinkling laughter of a thousand petals in the breeze. [ Written by Tirtouga678 ] 
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ु Sugar, Spice, and Everything Nice ु
It was an early misty morning as a young brown Tundra moved about on her merry way in the forests of the Snowsquall Tundra. She was out picking berries for her parents and siblings when she spotted it. A large pulsing shadow egg. Its blue bulbs glowed gently in the winter snow. The young tundra gasped, her eyes widening with a mix of surprise and glee. While Shadow dragons weren’t entirely unheard of in the Snowy regions, it was still very strange to see one of their eggs sitting out by its lonesome. Curious and wanting to make sure the little dragon would be taken care of, the young Tundra heaved and ho-ed and finally got the egg onto her back, rather precariously. She walked with it like this for about half a mile before it fell off her back and began to roll its way towards the cliff. She let out a terrible scream, chasing after it with all her might. As it rolled, it grew into a larger and larger snow ball until it finally was tossed into the blue sea by momentum. The young Tundra cried and cried and cried. She never forgot that egg… Months later, in the waters of Flotsam Town. A strange shadow egg with a large shallow crack down its side washed up on the docks, where a small purple Fae first spotted it. He yelled and fluttered, scrambling to find someone who could grab this giant egg. Eventually, they found a Skydancer, dainty and pink, who was willing to help fish the poor egg out of the water. The Skydancer wasn’t much for parenting, but they did know a friend, an older Nocturne who loved little ones. So, he took the egg to her, being careful not to drop it. After carefully laying the egg down in a nest, the Skydancer explained what happened to the Nocturne. The Nocturne cried, hearing the story, sure that the young one was lost and imaging the pain and torment its parent’s must be going through with it gone. She promised to herself then, that if the child wanted it, she would do everything in her power to help them find their parents. |
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It took many, many months for the egg to finally crack more as the dragon inside finally decided it was time to meet the world. Fluffy blue fur first emerged and dark shadowy eyes looked out. They were surprised at the little one that emerged from the egg. A Gaoler. The Nocturne blinked for a moment, watching the young one roll out of the egg and about the nest, all smiles and giggles already. He was just happy to see her. Her smile grew eventually, watching him, his bright and bubbly personality was infectious and charming, but not at all what she expected from a Gaoler child. They were normally much more stiff and imposing, even from a young age. Still, she imagined being born so far from home must make a big difference for him. But then, nothing about him was ever what she had expected. Midnight was given the name by his mother, the Nocturne who first raised him and it was the one he kept. Midnight quickly became the unofficial mascot for the area. He was loved by all, even those who might gruffly try to tell you otherwise. He moved with a certain happy air to him that made others eager to be around him. His mood was infectious, including his tantrums, which were far and few between. His ability to affect the mood of those around him became the talk of the town and everyone wanted to meet him. | x |
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He loved the attention and loved being helpful. He would do all sorts of things to try to be helpful and earn some praise. He learned how to bake and make candies, which were his favorite thing. He helped his mother out with the nursery, helping her taking care of the other small hatchlings. He learned how to make toys and how to create art. He learned how to sooth others and calm their worries. He learned to climb trees and save puppies and other small animals. It wasn’t until Midnight's 1st birthday that his mother started to realize he wasn’t growing. It wasn’t unheard of for dragons to be forever young, but she had never seen it herself. She had to wonder if it was due to what happened to his egg, but she had no real evidence to support that. No one ever mentioned the way Midnight never aged, they all just accepted that that was the way he was and they loved him for it. After his 2nd birthday, Midnight started to realize he wasn’t getting any older as his friends started to grow up and leave the nest. He made new friends but they too soon grew up and left. He never let it affect his attitude, but he did miss them. It was also then that he realized that his mother wasn’t his real mother. But by then, he didn’t care much. She was as much his mother as anyone could be and he loved her and this place. Midnight started, very recently, working with one of the elder dragons making toys for the hatchlings, with the promise that Midnight gets to keep at least one every week for himself. His favorite are the stuffed rabbits, which he has a collection of in his nest with his mom. If she didn’t like them taking up a lot of space, she never voiced it, but simply laughed as he buried himself in little rabbit plushies. He loves making wooden planes and trains, building blocks, and things but his favorite thing is watching the elder dragon make all the plushies. He found it interesting watching them come to life and laughed whenever the elder used them as puppets. | x |
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One year, during the Saturnalia, Midnight suggested to his mother that he host a puppet show for everyone. She loved the idea and soon they got to work making puppets and getting others involved. Everyone at the nursery had a hand in both the creation of the puppets and the story. He also had a lot of help from his friends in manning the puppets. It turned into a pretty big production that continued every year since and became known as Midnight's Fantastic Puppet Show.
[ Written by: hylianrose ] Everyone called Midnight the heart of his mother’s sector of Flotsam town. Some of the sailors Midnight knew, the ones who came into port regularly and always had a gruff, kind word for the little Gaoler, even made a nickname of it. For a long time, Midnight didn’t understand what that meant. His mother told him, when he’d asked, his heart was something deep in his chest; alive, beating, and very warm. It was difficult to connect that unknown with the comforting rhythm Midnight knew to be in his mother’s breast – because his mother told him that from his heart all fate and feeling was born. The paths you take, the dragons you love, she’d said. Sometimes this made Midnight very uneasy. He didn’t like the thought that some mysterious drum below his throat was influencing him. He also didn’t know how he could be so… so crucial as a heart. He didn’t want to be controlled, or control, through a heart. But his mother had made it out to be something very important, so he vowed always to try and live up to the title. To be kind. Midnight thought his puppet show was a good start. All the other hatchlings (well, the ones who lived close by and whose parents allowed them out to play) loved it. A chorus of giggles, shouting, and cheers always erupted when Midnight performed. They were captivated by his deft movements, the way Midnight jerked and bobbed his little figures in the small, painted theatre his mother had helped him build. Midnight told every story he knew, whenever he could: ones he’d heard from sailors, ones his mother had told him, and even ones he’d made up. (These weren’t as popular, but Midnight was working on it.) He thought it cheered the other hatchlings. It certainly brought a smile to the adult dragons who passed by. It certainly cheered Midnight up. For when he was performing, with a crowd of young dragons before him, he did not think of what he’d lost. (Sometimes, Midnight thought the other hatchlings were different from him. He knew they were different, in one way. Midnight watched them grow and learn and fly, up above him where he couldn’t follow. Midnight watched them leave. But they were also separate. The others didn’t understand Midnight, sometimes. When he had one of his fits, and refused to speak to any of them for days, knowing as he did that one day they’d up and leave him – grown as they would be, dragons in their own right – the other hatchlings didn’t understand why. Their mothers had to whisper to them, and nudge them away, but still they would look at Midnight confused. They didn’t know of the names Midnight remembered. The eyes he dreamed of, those of dragons who had gone away to fight or to love.) But he forgave the other hatchlings. Midnight’s mother said he couldn’t be angry at someone for what they didn’t understand. And he would persevere. After all, his mother always said he had a big heart. [ Written by slipfast ] | x |
PallasiteMatrix wrote on 2024-03-14 11:07:34:
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He also loves to color and this is some of his work!!
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