Micaksica
(#9849587)
he / him || the Black Court's King
Familiar
Greybeak Reaper
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Male Imperial
This dragon cannot breed until May 21, 2024 (7 days).
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Measurements
Length
23.07 m
Wingspan
22.5 m
Weight
6882.69 kg
Genetics
Black
Chrysocolla
Chrysocolla
Coal
Stripes
Stripes
Leaf
Veined
Veined
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Lineage
Parents
Offspring
Biography
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ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ if i cannot rule you ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Micksica and his wife were remnants of the ancient Plague, a kingdom long gone to the flow and ebb of time. They travelled the wasteland to kill the new era of weakness and subjugation before arriving at the Haarim outpost. After encountering Maudit and Nullum, they decided to join the clan. Micaksica follows the call of the Plague, smelling its rot on the wingbeat of Haarim's leaders. As the ruler of the Black Court, he oversees the military and mercenary forces that exist within the city's walls. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ i will eat you alive |
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 King of the Black Court M I C A K S I C A { mee - kak - sick - ah } Nickname: N/A x. nature: ancient plague • born of plague 
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A R T I S T R Y
by me 2023
N O T E S
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Green veins of sickness and plague run deep within this ancient monarch's flesh. His body tainted by the Wrymwood, embodies a sickness deeper than comprehension. His proud glare, a royal trademark of times past, seems to examine every inch of another's being, away from mortal planes. A relic from an ancient plague, a king in all his right. His power to command is second to none as is his ability of intimidation. He values above all loyalty, then ferocity, intelligence, and ability. With these qualities, he creates his allies and destroys his enemies.
A long time has passed since the age of Plague. No longer do dragons cower in fear or quiver in shock as a plague dragon passes by. No, they jest and mock in ignorance of times when disease was fatal. Micaksica watched as his once mighty and strong people went as low as to beg for food and water. His fury knew no bounds as he raged through the wastelands, daring anyone foolish to stop him. That was until a small shadow stood before him, daring to stare into his furious eyes.
"Stop this," she told him, "you are being foolish." He growled, the rough sound grinding through his throat and pouring into the space.
"And why should I? You are but a light dragon!" He scowled, disgust shaping his face, "Go back to where you came from, light fiend!"
The dragon stood her ground, and soon another appeared around the nocturne. A Ridgeback whose eyes were covered yet his presence was just as foreboding.
"Once you pass that ribcage," she gestured to gigantic ribcage, one which bore an assortment of bones, presumedly from other dragons," you enter the territory of the Haarim. I will warn you once that my master is not very tolerant of idiots such as yourself. Please heed my warning." She gestured once to the Ridgeback and left, disappearing without a trace.
He was furious. A dragon tried to tell him about his place? A light dragon? Rage once again surged through his body. In his fury, he yelled a ferocious call, announcing his rage and calling for his mate. It wasn't long before his mate arrived. Her presence calmed him, as always, but he still wished to exact his anger on the light dragon.
"Why have you called me, Micaksica, my king?" She spoke, her stoic eyes locked onto his.
"I've come across an interesting dragon who thinks they are better than me. I plan to destroy their leader."
He travelled past the ancient waypoint of bones and lost flesh with his mate to destroy the 'leader' he had heard so little of. His veins of sickness pumped a ferocity and a passion that would only be quenched by his enemies's blood on his claws. His mate, Mori, sensed this bloodlust, something she thought was of ancient descent. Micaksica pillaged anything he came across, wreaking havoc across the clan.
It wasn't long before he and Mori were confronted. It was a small group, the same nocturne and her Ridgeback companion, and an eager Aberration.
"Ha, you need three to defeat two!" Micaksica remarked, stirring up anger in the Ridgeback. The Ridgeback's sharp teeth revealed themselves in a low growl, his wings twitching with anger. A low growl erupted from his throat, teeth bared and eyes filled with blood lust.
"This is the Haarim clan," the Ridgeback said, his voice low and venomous, "you are outmatched and outclassed. Fall back.
Micaksica was infuriated. This dragon was belittling him, an ancient Royal of the glorious Plague. And this, this, bug, was telling him that it could defeat him. He let out a massive snarl and tensed his muscles, ready to pounce. That was until he was stopped by Mori.
"Look, my king." She gestured to the group, now parting.
A large proud Skydancer with purple and royals cascading down his body, shimmering with pearly veins, appeared. The small smile that the dragon wore reaffirmed his quiet and calm demeanor and yet, demanded respect and command. His body was built to fight, muscles moving with a graceful yet deadly poise. Next to him was a Mirror, although not as large as the Skydancer, seemed to be a larger existence than him. There was nothing special about the Mirror, but the look in her eyes reminded him of the terrors that he had heard about it when he was a hatchling.
It was this meeting that made Micaksica and Mori join the Haarim. They apologised for the destruction they caused and assimilated into the clan. No one except those five knew what happened during the meeting, but it was enough for Micaksica and Mori to join and respect the leader and the Dark Mother.
Only one can be said, however; they truly were what Micaksica and Mori stood for. A true plague, infecting the minds and bodies of those around them, whether it be with fear or awe. They survived and persisted through the illness that ran through the land around them. One could call them the Harbingers of the old, the remnants of ancient tradition. That alone frightened Micaksica and Mori deep down in their bones.
A R T I S T R Y
by me 2023
N O T E S
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- originally had crackle and clown.... regened because i love him 3/12/2023
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Green veins of sickness and plague run deep within this ancient monarch's flesh. His body tainted by the Wrymwood, embodies a sickness deeper than comprehension. His proud glare, a royal trademark of times past, seems to examine every inch of another's being, away from mortal planes. A relic from an ancient plague, a king in all his right. His power to command is second to none as is his ability of intimidation. He values above all loyalty, then ferocity, intelligence, and ability. With these qualities, he creates his allies and destroys his enemies.
A long time has passed since the age of Plague. No longer do dragons cower in fear or quiver in shock as a plague dragon passes by. No, they jest and mock in ignorance of times when disease was fatal. Micaksica watched as his once mighty and strong people went as low as to beg for food and water. His fury knew no bounds as he raged through the wastelands, daring anyone foolish to stop him. That was until a small shadow stood before him, daring to stare into his furious eyes.
"Stop this," she told him, "you are being foolish." He growled, the rough sound grinding through his throat and pouring into the space.
"And why should I? You are but a light dragon!" He scowled, disgust shaping his face, "Go back to where you came from, light fiend!"
The dragon stood her ground, and soon another appeared around the nocturne. A Ridgeback whose eyes were covered yet his presence was just as foreboding.
"Once you pass that ribcage," she gestured to gigantic ribcage, one which bore an assortment of bones, presumedly from other dragons," you enter the territory of the Haarim. I will warn you once that my master is not very tolerant of idiots such as yourself. Please heed my warning." She gestured once to the Ridgeback and left, disappearing without a trace.
He was furious. A dragon tried to tell him about his place? A light dragon? Rage once again surged through his body. In his fury, he yelled a ferocious call, announcing his rage and calling for his mate. It wasn't long before his mate arrived. Her presence calmed him, as always, but he still wished to exact his anger on the light dragon.
"Why have you called me, Micaksica, my king?" She spoke, her stoic eyes locked onto his.
"I've come across an interesting dragon who thinks they are better than me. I plan to destroy their leader."
He travelled past the ancient waypoint of bones and lost flesh with his mate to destroy the 'leader' he had heard so little of. His veins of sickness pumped a ferocity and a passion that would only be quenched by his enemies's blood on his claws. His mate, Mori, sensed this bloodlust, something she thought was of ancient descent. Micaksica pillaged anything he came across, wreaking havoc across the clan.
It wasn't long before he and Mori were confronted. It was a small group, the same nocturne and her Ridgeback companion, and an eager Aberration.
"Ha, you need three to defeat two!" Micaksica remarked, stirring up anger in the Ridgeback. The Ridgeback's sharp teeth revealed themselves in a low growl, his wings twitching with anger. A low growl erupted from his throat, teeth bared and eyes filled with blood lust.
"This is the Haarim clan," the Ridgeback said, his voice low and venomous, "you are outmatched and outclassed. Fall back.
Micaksica was infuriated. This dragon was belittling him, an ancient Royal of the glorious Plague. And this, this, bug, was telling him that it could defeat him. He let out a massive snarl and tensed his muscles, ready to pounce. That was until he was stopped by Mori.
"Look, my king." She gestured to the group, now parting.
A large proud Skydancer with purple and royals cascading down his body, shimmering with pearly veins, appeared. The small smile that the dragon wore reaffirmed his quiet and calm demeanor and yet, demanded respect and command. His body was built to fight, muscles moving with a graceful yet deadly poise. Next to him was a Mirror, although not as large as the Skydancer, seemed to be a larger existence than him. There was nothing special about the Mirror, but the look in her eyes reminded him of the terrors that he had heard about it when he was a hatchling.
It was this meeting that made Micaksica and Mori join the Haarim. They apologised for the destruction they caused and assimilated into the clan. No one except those five knew what happened during the meeting, but it was enough for Micaksica and Mori to join and respect the leader and the Dark Mother.
Only one can be said, however; they truly were what Micaksica and Mori stood for. A true plague, infecting the minds and bodies of those around them, whether it be with fear or awe. They survived and persisted through the illness that ran through the land around them. One could call them the Harbingers of the old, the remnants of ancient tradition. That alone frightened Micaksica and Mori deep down in their bones.
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