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Prosperus

(#977051)

Level 25 Imperial

Familiar

Formal Tea Set

Energy: 0/50

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Measurements

Length

29.37 m

Wingspan

18.87 m

Weight

9129.9 kg

Genetics

Seafoam
Iridescent

Midnight
Shimmer

Grey
Filigree

Hatchday

Oct 16, 2013
(10 years)

Breed

Adult
Imperial

Eye Type

Wind
Common

Level 25 Imperial

Max Level

STR

105

AGI

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QCK

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VIT

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Biography

PROSPERUS

Trainer • Tale-spinner

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B I O G R A P H Y

He wasn’t born a fighter, Prosperus muses as he struggles upward, catching a tiny updraft with relief. His mother was a mage of fireworks and flair; she added a most sought-after treat to the stories told by his father. They’d expected him to become a tale-spinner as well; riding high above the Windswept Plateau, calling out to all who might listen of the histories being remembered and the futures being dreamt. He settled in for awhile, close to his birth-clan. Spent time enjoying the curling, calming currents, shouting a bit more energetically than expected when he would recount tales of adventuring perhaps- but he was content. That pull towards the horizon was like a gentle drift of wind, not a driving gale.

B I O G R A P H Y

Some time and several clutches later, Aoife expressed her desire to return to the Scarred Wasteland, and he followed. It was breathtaking, soaring with some difficulty over the utterly different terrain that stretched and sprawled and almost seemed to move with its own will at times. Prosperus found the challenge was enough to satisfy that little curl of adventure deep within him… for a while. But as he watched more and more of his children heading off to serve- the Tidelord, Plaguebringer, Lightweaver, Windsinger, Shadowbinder- he slowly recognized that the emotion at the base of his feelings wasn’t pride, nor worry, but rather jealousy.

He wanted to fight, to train- even train others to fight as he had trained lorespinners to weave tales and sing adventures. This desire, newly identified, sounded like a clarionbell in his heart. It warms him as he glides through the currents in the air which grow increasingly colder and wilder the closer he gets to his destination, and he reflects on what had happened only moments before.

He’d watched as something caught his attention in the convoluted terrain of the wyrmwound, finally identifying it as a spiral sneakily eeling through the spires of an ancient ribcage, and finally had found his voice to ask where they’d learned such silent grace. They curled over an outcropping of upturned landscape, bright splotches of colors somehow fading to near-invisibility and cocked their head to one side, assessing him.

“You’re older than most Coliseum hopefuls,” he heard finally. Prosperus sat back on his hind legs, meeting the spiral’s level gaze with his own. One bright green eye winked at him, and white teeth shone against vibrant purple lips that grinned briefly before melting out of sight.

Prosperous sat in the silence so long that his heart had begun to sink, thinking he’d been abandoned- but there! A tiny whisper of sound from behind him, the barest hint of words on the hot, humid air. “Southern Icefield,” it sang to him, and Prosperus felt it like a chord resonating through his core.

B I O G R A P H Y

He shakes his head to clear the memories, focusing again on his ever-southward flight. It was a good day for a long soar; smooth currents, not too much atmospheric instability. If not for that creeping chill, it’d be like a balmy spring day from his youth.

He has to correct suddenly as a bit of turbulence hits him, and he cranes his neck around to see what was disrupting the flow of air. It’s the spiral from before, coiling sinuously through the air behind him, riding his wake. The spiral draws even with him, flashing that same grin. “Don’t look so serious, greenie. They’re pretty chill,” they call before diving in a flashing arc down towards the Plateau far below.

Oh.

Oh, no.

Prosperus may have made a terrible mistake.

Bio template by Mibella, find it here.
Additional assets by Drytil.
Bio written by Dagmarmot.
Arts by ne and Sala
Birthday gift; May 8, 2017 from these lovely people

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