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Teeka

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Everything returns to the land eventually.

Familiar

Wood Ear Deer

Energy: 0/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

11.79 m

Wingspan

18.58 m

Weight

9276.61 kg

Genetics

Charcoal
Savannah

Gold
Striation

Ivory
Capsule

Hatchday

Jan 03, 2015
(9 years)

Breed

Adult
Guardian

Eye Type

Plague
Common

Level 25 Guardian

Max Level

STR

129

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

Biography

TEEKA
Mercenary • Fungal druid
♪Even the mountains crumble
Even the seas will dry♫

Personality

Teeka sticks out in Clan Wonderstark like a prosthetic wooden thumb dipped in poison. After all, amongst a gathering of refined scholars and scientists, a feral mercenary who draws her cleaver at anything that poses the slightest hint of danger is unquestionably the most unhinged dragon of them all. Ironically, the truth can be very much the opposite: Teeka acts practically, drawing her cleaver to protect herself and her spaniel charge Archie in a dangerous environment where most of said scholars and scientists are apt at finding loopholes in Corona's direct commands in order to tamper with the unethical. But no matter how much she resents them, Teeka does admit that protecting them pays well in food and shelter.

While it is common for Plague dragons to resent Nature, Teeka very much embraces the belief that the rivalling flights are two sides of the same coin: that strength comes with attuning to the fierceness of the wild, and that survival is simply a version of self-nurturing. When she is not fighting tooth, nail and blade, the guardian taps into fungal druidcraft, lacing air with toxic spores and flesh with colourful mushrooms. It's not a good belief to have now that the two flights are actively at war: Plague clans frown at her weakness, and Nature clans turn her away, disgusted. Teeka has learnt not to care for opinions either way, so long as she gets to keep fighting what she is paid to fight.

Early Life

It did not matter how and where Teeka hatched- only that she preached the values of the Plaguebringer and picked herself up to fight back at the world whenever it decided to fight her. Therefore, it was not unusual that she built up a reputation as the heartless mercenary from the Wastelands, as the guardian with bloodlust as a charge.
Teeka, who never went on a Search, who occasionally found like-minded partners and mourned for them when they were inevitably killed, chose to embrace the rumours. The intimidation they provided helped to keep her alive.

Until an opponent looked her dead in the eyes with a flash of recognition and split her face open with a flick of an axe.
The guardian's roars were garbled as she fell, the blood pooling around her like a halo that withered the Gladevein mosses.

Teeka woke to gentle darkness and soft murmurings. Something felt wrong. She was not in pain. Shouldn't death be excruciating- a punishment for those unworthy of survival?
As she tried to sit up, a flurry of wingbeats swooped into earshot. Deft claws supported her jaw, helping her raise her head slightly higher. "Ah! You're awake, thank the Mother! It wasn't easy at all for us to help you- do all Plaguelings have stinging blood?"
Teeka growled in response. Now that she was more lucid, she began to realise how numb she felt- she couldn't smell, couldn't snarl, couldn't feel herself try to stretch her wings.
"Please don't jostle- the den isn't large enough- um, I just want to say that we found you in a really, really bad state. Certain body parts were, ah, beyond help. We kinda had to replace them."
The same claws picked at something behind her head, and as the darkness fell away they gently coaxed her head to the right.
The guardian that stared back through the looking glass was an abomination of wood and scarred flesh. Teeka, vulnerable for once in her life, slowly raised a claw to feel at the new mask-like face. So this was her punishment for having Nature dragons bring her back from a supposedly fatal blow.
"I'm really sorry. But- ah- you're adapting better than- um- I hoped." Her mystery caretaker, a small wildclaw, leapt off her head to stand in front of the looking glass. "It's something. Please- stay for a bit: you still need rest."
The mercenary thought of raising a claw to crush the medic. She thought of rushing out to slaughter any of his accomplices, to bathe in their blood for turning her into a monstrosity unfitting of the Wasteland.
Then she grimaced the best she could and nodded wearily.
She has survived. If she has to continue to do so as a monster, then so be it.

For years, Teeka lay low and healed. While there was mutual distrust between the guardian and many members of the Nature clan at first, over time she became less of an outcast and more of a tough-hearted protector. And though wooden prosthetics took some getting used to, by learning to attune to fungi the same way the druids of the clan attuned to plants, she began to extend her senses and make up for her lost sense of smell and movement.
Still, Teeka was a rogue mercenary. Over time, she found herself growing impatient- longing to travel and fight other dragons instead of rooting herself in one place. So when a potential allying Arcane clan reached out for a fighter exchange, Teeka offered herself.

Current
The guardian's initial impression of her new clan was that of saccharine idealism. Most of the dragons from Wonderstark seemed innocuously attached to the scholarly lifestyles that they assigned themselves. She would have simply left for the Wasteland to reclaim her renown- that is, if not for the gift from the familiar keeper.
As the small brown puppy pawed at her feet fearlessly, some sort of never-realised instinct in Teeka's heart overflowed, bringing her alarmingly close to tears. She leaned down, chirping quietly to her charge- her true charge- with the promise that she will protect him at any and all costs.

She never thought about leaving the clan after that, not even when the warning signs around her grew darker and deadlier.
The rare fighters lurking between the mages and artificers were magically mutilated, their curses spelt out clearly among bloodstained fangs, vinebound skin and eldritch eyes.
Dragons disappeared, and nobody comforted those who grieved.
A secret Shade beast broke out of the clan leader's study, slaughtering a quarter of the clan and leaving it in ruins for months on end.
The mages and artificers grew more daring, more relentless in their approaches to push limits.
Teeka, whose respect in the Wasteland was replaced with nothing but disgust post-armistice, who soon found herself as the target of several bounties, endured the dangers.

After all, whenever the world fights Teeka, Teeka fights back.

Trivia
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>Teeka's charge's name is Archibald. He likes to run in the afternoons and sleep in patches of sunlight.

>Teeka was never a good flier. When she had wings, she mainly used them to propel herself towards targets she could not reach.

>Teeka’s cleaver was a welcome gift from Keferia. She has since incorporated it into her fighting style, channeling her toxins and spores more efficiently through the rust.

>Dragons tend to notice Teeka's cleaver first and teeth second- a mistake on their part.

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Relationships
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^{closest companion}

^{battle partner}

^{trustworthy confidant}
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