Amaros
(#9317964)
Councilor/Plague Mage
Familiar
Ichor Nymph
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Energy: 44/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Male Nocturne
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.86 m
Wingspan
4.97 m
Weight
387.84 kg
Genetics
Lavender
Skink
Skink
Black
Basic
Basic
Rust
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 10 Nocturne
EXP: 2690 / 27676
STR
51
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
25
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
7
Lineage
Biography
Amaros
Councilor/Plague Mage
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"You’re not planning anything… unwise, are you?"
One of the first of his kind, Amaros emerged from his egg not knowing what to do. He was picked up by an older dragon named Azael who took him back to the Hotaru Clan with him. Amaros latched onto the older guardian, following Azael around and mimicking his behavior, much to the other's delight. When Azael left to join their sister clan, Amaros was left with a void to fill. Missing the guardian, he withdrew from the clan. Holing himself up in his lair he began to read. Perhaps it was due to having spent so much time mimicking a guardian dragon but Amaros grew to treasure his books, placing their well-being above almost everything else and treating them as though they were his charge. When he eventually ventured forth, Amaros found that he was still detached from the other clan members, often finding them irritating to interact with. Still, his intelligence led him to quickly be elected to the council, many in the clan unable to keep up with his immense knowledge. |
Amaros has a very poor sense of humor, often not getting jokes. Preferring for everything to go exactly as planned, he is meticulous in everything that he does and hates it when plans go awry, even if it is only slightly. He is usually quiet, watching as others make decisions and only speaking up when necessary. Due to this, though, he is often outspoken by other dragons and few listen to his opinions over more earnest speakers. After his time spent reading whatever he could get his claws on, Amaros is well-versed in many subjects but his specialties are poisons and battle strategy, although he is very cautious. A skilled mage, Amaros prefers to use magic over physical strength. He has copied Azael's more malicious traits, meaning that he would rather execute a foe than let them live. His books mean more to him than his life and if any harm befalls them he would never forgive the perpetrator. The only person besides himself he trusts with them is Inari, impressed by the young dragon's knowledge and desiring of the luck she seems to bring those she favors. He detests Serrure and Loki, the former for a prank resulting in a damaged book and the latter due to his suspicions about ill intent. Now that the two spend most of their time together, his loathing has only grown.
Quote:
Speaking of Luciel's bio leading you down a rabbit hole; Amaros! Easily my favorite I looked at lore wise. His backstory is absolutely precious and I love the relationship between him and his guardian, Azael. Again, here, I love how interconnected your lore is, with his trust and dislike of specific members! As for the dragon himself, I love the combination of the purples and blacks, and despite only having one gene, he's still so elegant and pretty, and I think the apparel adds so much!cervidologist
Prose:
By Watchers
The hatchling rammed his head against the tough barrier keeping him from... something. What exactly he didn't know. That lack of knowledge didn't make him any less keen to find out. Wings scrambled to expand as the hard shell finally shuddered and cracked. With a faint cry, he tumbled out into the fresh air. This new place was a cold, dark, inhospitable one. Full of unknown dangers and threats. It was better than his cramped confines from earlier though.
Struggling upright, he swung his head this way and that. Large shapes rose all around him almost hiding him entirely from the pale light filtering down from the large disc floating overhead. He stared up at it, mesmerized.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here?”
He squeaked, twirling to face the silky voice head on and overbalancing. Wings flailing at the air, he collapsed in a tangle of limbs to a deep chuckle. He didn’t like that one bit. Not directed at him like that. With as much speed and dignity as he could possibly muster, he hauled himself upright to glower at the… extremely massive teeth inches from his head. His glower faltered.
“You’re an odd one alright.” The strange dragon was hard to make out in detail. His scales sucked in any stray light so that only his white teeth flashed visibly as he spoke. A single, large claw reached out to prod at the hatchling.
Said hatchling hissed. He straightened further, spreading his wings clumsily. The other dragon’s teeth flashed again as he grinned widely, resting his head on the ground in front of the young Noctourne. “I think I’ll keep you.”
Keep? The hatchling tilted his head.
The dragon hummed faintly. “If I just leave you here, something’ll snatch you right up. Not that you’d be much of a meal.” He prodded at the hatchling again, knocking him back on his rear. “My name is Azael.”
“…Azael.” The hatchling sounded out the foreign words carefully, copying the pronunciation the other had used.
“Oh? Very good. Now come along and do try to keep up.” The dragon yawned as he clambered back to his feet. He started off, already starting to disappear among the shadows of the strange new world the hatchling had entered.
He didn’t want to be alone. Tripping over his wings, the hatchling hurried after the larger dragon as he swallowed back a cry. A huge tail swung down out of nowhere to nudge him along.
“How do you like the name Amaros?”
“Amaros.” The mimicry was more confident this time.
“I have a feeling you and I are going to get along just fine, Amaros.” The dragon flashed another smirk of bared white teeth over his shoulder and Amaros mirrored it back. He wasn’t entirely sure what was going on still, but he felt that being with Azael was where he belonged and that was more than enough for now.
Struggling upright, he swung his head this way and that. Large shapes rose all around him almost hiding him entirely from the pale light filtering down from the large disc floating overhead. He stared up at it, mesmerized.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here?”
He squeaked, twirling to face the silky voice head on and overbalancing. Wings flailing at the air, he collapsed in a tangle of limbs to a deep chuckle. He didn’t like that one bit. Not directed at him like that. With as much speed and dignity as he could possibly muster, he hauled himself upright to glower at the… extremely massive teeth inches from his head. His glower faltered.
“You’re an odd one alright.” The strange dragon was hard to make out in detail. His scales sucked in any stray light so that only his white teeth flashed visibly as he spoke. A single, large claw reached out to prod at the hatchling.
Said hatchling hissed. He straightened further, spreading his wings clumsily. The other dragon’s teeth flashed again as he grinned widely, resting his head on the ground in front of the young Noctourne. “I think I’ll keep you.”
Keep? The hatchling tilted his head.
The dragon hummed faintly. “If I just leave you here, something’ll snatch you right up. Not that you’d be much of a meal.” He prodded at the hatchling again, knocking him back on his rear. “My name is Azael.”
“…Azael.” The hatchling sounded out the foreign words carefully, copying the pronunciation the other had used.
“Oh? Very good. Now come along and do try to keep up.” The dragon yawned as he clambered back to his feet. He started off, already starting to disappear among the shadows of the strange new world the hatchling had entered.
He didn’t want to be alone. Tripping over his wings, the hatchling hurried after the larger dragon as he swallowed back a cry. A huge tail swung down out of nowhere to nudge him along.
“How do you like the name Amaros?”
“Amaros.” The mimicry was more confident this time.
“I have a feeling you and I are going to get along just fine, Amaros.” The dragon flashed another smirk of bared white teeth over his shoulder and Amaros mirrored it back. He wasn’t entirely sure what was going on still, but he felt that being with Azael was where he belonged and that was more than enough for now.
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