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Asterion

(#93887030)

Level 1 Sandsurge

Familiar

Sickle Kamaitachi

Energy: 46/50

Personal Style

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

9.42 m

Wingspan

6.6 m

Weight

1715.4 kg

Genetics

Hatchday

Mar 26, 2024
(2 months)

Breed

Adult
Sandsurge

Eye Type

Nature
Common

Level 1 Sandsurge

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Gaelan
Wrath

Offspring

none

Biography

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ASTERION xxAshen Sentinel of the Flames

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Asterion is known for his grumpy demeanor and tendency to keep to himself. He prefers solitude and silence, often grumbling about the noise and chatter of others around him.

Despite his rough exterior, Asterion is a highly skilled artisan, particularly in the art of blacksmithing. He takes pride in his work but rarely seeks recognition or praise from others. He only seeks comfort and companionship in Korax, his mate.

Asterion values his independence and self-reliance above all else. He is reluctant to ask for help or rely on others, preferring to tackle challenges on his own terms.

Beneath his gruff exterior lies a deep-rooted resilience, forged by years of hardship and solitude in the desolate wastelands of the Ashfall Waste. He is unyielding in the face of adversity, refusing to let setbacks deter him from his goals.

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ROLE:
AGE:
CLASS:

Asterion
Blacksmith
1 month
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Nature
Fire
Neutral
Average

STORY xxEveryone has one to tell.

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Born amidst the tangled forests of the Viridian Labyrinth, Asterion's early years were marked by a sense of isolation and detachment from those around him. His family, a small group of dragons, sought refuge in the labyrinth's dense foliage, carving out a meager existence in the shadow of towering trees and winding vines. Despite their efforts to build a life amidst the verdant wilderness, Asterion always felt like an outsider, unable to shake the feeling of being different from his kin.

As he grew older, Asterion's restlessness and dissatisfaction with his surroundings only intensified. He yearned for something more, something beyond the confines of the labyrinth that had been his home for as long as he could remember. When news reached their secluded enclave of a volcanic region known as the Flintlock Fumaroles, Asterion's curiosity was piqued. Drawn by the promise of adventure and the allure of the unknown, he embarked on a journey to the distant wasteland, leaving behind the only life he had ever known.

The transition from the lush greenery of the Viridian Labyrinth to the barren expanses of the Ashfall Waste was jarring, to say the least. Asterion found himself surrounded by desolation and despair, the ashen landscape stretching out before him like a vast, lifeless sea. Yet, amidst the bleakness of his new surroundings, he discovered a sense of purpose in the art of blacksmithing.

For years, Asterion toiled away in solitude, honing his craft amidst the billowing clouds of smoke and steam that rose from the fumaroles. Each strike of his hammer against the molten metal was a testament to his resilience and determination, a silent declaration of his refusal to be defined by the hardships of his past.

When news of the Suncrest Haven reached Asterion's ears, he was initially skeptical. The thought of leaving behind the solitude of the ash-choked wastelands was daunting, and he hesitated to embrace the prospect of communal living. Yet, deep down, he knew that he could no longer deny the longing in his heart for connection and belonging.

As he approached the Suncrest Haven, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of uncertainty mingled with anticipation. Little did he know that his arrival would mark the beginning of a new chapter in his life, one filled with unexpected friendships, unlikely alliances, and the possibility of redemption.

As Asterion reluctantly settles into life among the clan, he grumbles and grouses about the noise and chaos of communal living, but deep down, he knows that he has finally found a place where he can belong, even if it means begrudgingly opening himself up to the possibility of friendship and connection.

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_{code by Sokol

expanded dragon potential by Chezameed

dividers by Mask}

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