Bellatrix
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Level 19 Ridgeback
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
23.23 m
Wingspan
15.65 m
Weight
9666.55 kg
Genetics
Black
Speckle
Speckle
Shadow
Shimmer
Shimmer
Storm
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 19 Ridgeback
EXP: 24588 / 104563
STR
85
AGI
30
DEF
21
QCK
42
INT
5
VIT
38
MND
14
Biography
Bellatrix
The Champion
The Champion
"When I close my eyes and count to ten,
All I feel's the adrenaline,
And when the pain begins to set,
All I hear is--
Long live the Champion!"
"Call me names, call me reckless
Crash through like a storm
Filled with fury, I'm relentless
Like a soldier at war
Doesn't matter if the world is shaking
I don't flinch, not a sound
And when everyone around is breaking
I'm a stone in the ground"
-"The Champion," The Score
Bellatrix doesn't remember her childhood much. To be honest, she never really had one. She trained, day in and day out, to fight. She was to become a great warrior, protecting her clan from every threat that should blight them. But, things don't always work out the way they are meant to.
For before she could complete her training, her clan was attacked.
Raiders came and ravaged the clan, burning their hoards and capturing their young. Bellatrix was among these. She knew not what her future would hold, or what this would mean, as her cage rolled across the plains of the Sunbeam Ruins. So many of the others she knew had either been slaughtered or captured as well. As they reached their destination, many cried, many wept, and others, like herself, had a burning hatred in their chests, wanting nothing more than to claw out the eyes of their captors. But they never got the chance.
The cages were rolled into a large, coliseum-like venue, then parked in the back stables. A skydancer appeared, battle-scarred and mean as ever. He snarled at the hatchlings.
"You wanna live another day? You'll fight," he barked. "You want your next meal? You'll fight for it. You want shelter, safety? You'll do exactly as I say." Many of the others cowered in their cages, backing away with tears in their eyes. Bellatrix straightened her neck out, glaring daggers into her captor. This was clearly the leader.
"Well, looks like there's some fire in this one still," he chuckled. "Let's see what we can do about that." He jerked his head towards her cage, and two large dragons came and opened her door. She was dragged out, and unceremoniously thrown to the floor. "You'll be our example," the skydancer teased, motioning the dragons to follow. Bellatrix shook off the others, preferring to walk herself. And as she followed, she noticed they had returned to the coliseum.
The skydancer flew off, perching on a box overlooking the stadium. The other large dragons scattered, returning through the gate they had previously entered. And, as she stood there alone, the stadium began to rumble. A large gate, like jaws, closed above her, preventing her from flying off and encasing her an in almost bubble-like enclosure. That was expected at least. No way they'd let her escape. But, from the opposing end of the coliseum, a gate began to lift. And out from the darkness burst two painted centaurs.
They stamped about the dirt, studying their surroundings, when they spotted her. They rose up on their hind legs, releasing a battle cry, before charging at the small ridgeback.
She took them out with relative ease.
"Impressive," the cult-leader mumbled to himself when he saw what the hatchling was capable out. The cage above Bellatrix opened just enough for the leader dragon to slip through, landing beside his new favorite prisoner. He gave her a wicked smile, his eyes swirling with greed. "You," he began, "are gonna make me a fortune. I think we'll get along nicely."
Little did she know it, but she became a show star.
That was the purpose of the arena--entertainment. The rest of the clan, and even visitors from other clans, would come and fill the stands. And below, the prisoners would fight for their lives in the enclosed arena. And Bellatrix, she became a favorite. So many of her past clanmates fell to the teeth, claws, weapons, and magic of the beastclans. But she? She stood strong. She fought, tooth and claw, to stay alive. And it payed. Not in treasure, but in fame. The crowds would go wild when she entered, chanting her name and roaring with glee. She'd take out her opponents with her prowess, felling them at her feet, and flowers would be tossed to her. And when she left, she'd be offered the best meals of the prisoners, the best housing, to prove her status.
She hated it.
So when she got the chance at freedom, she took it with glee.
Two dragons showed up one day. One a large imperial, battle-scarred and wearing a mask. The other a small, purple fae, with bright, arcane-pink eyes. They introduced themselves as friends, here to break her out. She laughed. How'd they even get back there? Much less, why were they here for her?
She was important, they said. The little fae had seen her in a vision, and knew, just knew Bellatrix needed to join them. But why? They had no answer. They were relying on faith and faith alone. But, anything sounded better than her cage, so Bellatrix agreed. She was a little curious though, how they expected to get her out without--
The fae pulled the key out of the pouch at her side. Bellatrix had to physically stop herself from laughing. How they got it, she had no idea. The clan leader kept it on him at all times. But never mind that. She was about to taste freedom, something she had never had before.
She stepped out, stretching her sore limbs and fighting back the tears in her eyes. However, as the door creaked open, the guards came rushing, and when they spotted Bellatrix free, unchained, and ready to fight? They ran. Quickly, the three began working to free the others, smashing locks and bending bars. The group stormed towards the door, racing towards their freedom. When they arrived though, the clan leader stood before them.
He was groggy, looking as if he could barely stand. They must have used a sleeping potion on him, hence how they were able to get the keys. But, he was growling now, ready to fight. And Bellatrix, she had years of hatred and scorn in her chest, ready to explode on a moment's notice.
She took him out as easily as any enemy, felling him with a strong swipe to the neck. He wouldn't be getting back up.
Freedom was upon them. Upon her. They flooded out and took to the skies. Not sure where else to go, she followed the imperial and the fae, who led her to the Starfall Isles. She thanked them for their bravery and services, and for freeing her from the prison she had known almost her entire life. The others smiled warmly, and made her her an offer she couldn't turn down.
Join them. Join the Lucent Cosmos.
She agreed.
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