Creative Corner

[columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=33989623] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/339897/33989623_350.png[/img] [/url][nextcol][size=7][font=gabriola][color=black]ShadowedGhost[/color][/font][/size] [size=6][font=gabriola][color=black]The Night Singer[/color][/font][/size] [img]http://flightrising.com/images/cms/familiar/art/593.png[/img][/columns] [center] [url=https://youtu.be/w1TxJilyy0c]Theme Song: Chorus by Shane Koyczan[/url] [img]http://78.media.tumblr.com/80028ef573a858dac34d66d953d2ef00/tumblr_inline_o23f30PLDg1r3lvtf_500.png[/img][/center] [columns][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/9wq9bfy0j4xehzc/icevs1.png[/img][nextcol]Midway through a conversation with Myst, a black and white skydancer carrying several intruments ducks in followed by a large black guardian draped in white. The skydancer smiles softly at you, setting his instruments down before nuzzling Myst in greeting. He sweeps his hood off and turns to you. "Hello there, you must be the traveling dragon! Obviously you've met my mate, MysticNight. I am ShadowedGhost, but you may call me Shadow, and this," He gestures to the guardian, who dips her head in greeting, "Is Asteria, my other mate. Welcome to our humble abode."[nextcol][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/if8rekk224v3o8r/lightningvs1.png[/img][/columns] [center][img]http://78.media.tumblr.com/80028ef573a858dac34d66d953d2ef00/tumblr_inline_o23f30PLDg1r3lvtf_500.png[/img][/center] [center][size=6][color=teal]Origins[/color][/size][/center] [columns][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/yxyd4qum75srq85/icev2.png[/img][nextcol]ShadowedGhost was to hatch in a far corner of the Southern Icefields, but the small dragon clan was ambushed by a war-hungry group of wildclaws and his egg was stolen. When he hatched in the shadow lair, he felt unnatural and confused, but he was lucky enough to have a kind-hearted surrogate mother. Pitying the young skydancer, she tried to shelter him from the anomaly he was by his eyes and species. However, ShadowedGhost was still recruited for the clan's miniature army to help steal more eggs and conquer the lands. He found this difficult to cope with as his mother had raised him sheltered from such violent acts. To survive, Shadow tried to push his emotions down and take orders, but during the night he would settle far from camp and sing to the stars. It all grew too much for Shadow when he was sent to pillage a small clan and take their eggs. There was far too much blood of hatchlings and dragons on his claws already, so he threw down his weapons and fled from the wildclaws. He kept on the move in order to survive, at first thinking to head to the Southern Icefields, but instead going to the opposing Shifting Expanse to avoid detection. Unfortunately, Shadow’s plan backfired when a dragon from the traveling merchant group he had been bunking with decided that the price on his head was too great an appeal and sold out his location to the now vengeful Wildclaw clan. He was hunted down and ambushed, and though he fought, he was outmatched. He expected to die, but a masked Skydancer saved his hide. She taunted the wildclaws into the air and took the battle-hardened warriors by surprise, winning the battle soundly. After, she quickly snatched Shadow, and flew to the nearest clan, where healed up with the Galestorm Flyers. Shadow settled in as a singer, eventually becoming mates with MysticNight, and later on Asteria. The trio now reside in peaceful lives, Asteria and Myst protecting Shadow from his deadly past.[nextcol][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/sfw6d92un1y1qdk/lightningv2.png[/img][/columns] [center][img]http://78.media.tumblr.com/80028ef573a858dac34d66d953d2ef00/tumblr_inline_o23f30PLDg1r3lvtf_500.png[/img][/center] [center][size=7][color=teal]Personality[/color][/size][/center] [center][color=black]ShadowedGhost is a classic gentle skydancer with a keen eye for dragons' energies. Despite his violent upbringing, Shadow has effectively distanced himself from the horrors of his past and has lived up to the kind words his mother once spoke of. His demeanor is generally quiet and contemplative, usually paired with a soft smile or relaxed posture. During the day he attempts to manage inter-clan affairs, especially among the more combative dragons but finds that his presence is not always necessary. He also enjoys spending his time with his closest friend, Varan, practicing duets and writing new songs. At night he settles on a mesa some ways away from the clan and sings into the night, enjoying the way his deep voice echos off the walls of the land. Often, MysticNight will join him in these times, as she and Asteria are perhaps the only dragons to truly know Shadow. Shadow holds both dragons close to his heart but for their own reasons, as he does not want to view them as the same. In Myst, he fell first for her bravery in rescuing him from a dangerous battle and later came to admire her quiet nature. The calm with which she viewed a storm gave him peace, and the forgiveness she extended to his sins gave him comfort. Asteria holds his love due to her persistence in life and the ferociousness of her loyalty and love. Despite being thrown from her clan at a young age, she--like him--refused to cave to her ancestors' ways and made her own life without them. As a guardian, she holds both of her mates as her charges and bestows a sense of safety in him. [/color][/center] [center][img]http://78.media.tumblr.com/80028ef573a858dac34d66d953d2ef00/tumblr_inline_o23f30PLDg1r3lvtf_500.png[/img][/center] ----- [center][u]Art Gallery[/u][/center] [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=284486][img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/638058389137784842/644227854535753740/comm.jpg[/img][/url] ----- [center][b][u]Stories and Other[/u][/b][/center]

[columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=34104396] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/341044/34104396_350.png[/img] [/url][nextcol][size=7][font=gabriola][color=darkslategrey]Asteria[/color][/font][/size] [size=6][font=gabriola][color=darkslategrey]The Guardian[/color][/font][/size] [img]http://flightrising.com/images/cms/familiar/art/643.png[/img][/columns] [center][img]http://78.media.tumblr.com/80028ef573a858dac34d66d953d2ef00/tumblr_inline_o23f30PLDg1r3lvtf_500.png[/img][/center] [columns][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/weel51ym447fcmo/plaguevs1.png[/img][nextcol]You engage ShadowedGhost and MysticNight in a wonderful conversation about their dramatic meeting circumstances, but eventually Shadow must go to sleep and Myst excuses herself to go guard the clan. Left alone with the relatively silent Asteria, you turn to the black guardian decked in white. She shrugs off her wolf pelt and lays down, offering you a tentative smile. [color=darkslategrey]“My apologies, but I need some rest as well. Perhaps you can come back later, and we can have a conversation then?”[/color] [nextcol][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/if8rekk224v3o8r/lightningvs1.png[/img][/columns] [center][img]http://78.media.tumblr.com/80028ef573a858dac34d66d953d2ef00/tumblr_inline_o23f30PLDg1r3lvtf_500.png[/img][/center] [center][size=6][color=teal]Origins[/color][/size][/center] [columns][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/ltgwdiwshsk8bc3/plaguev2.png[/img][nextcol]Asteria was destined to struggle in life from the moment she was born, though she rose to the top like a true plaguling. In the harsh environment of the Shrieking Wilds, Asteria’s mother and father--matriarch and patriarch of their clan--had high standards for their hatchlings, for the sake of the clan. While her brothers and sisters may have prevailed in their parent’s view, Asteria was deemed unlikely to flourish and a pitiful excuse for a child. She was cast out on her own as a hatchling, set into a land of disease and destruction with no way to go. With nothing else to do, Asteria wandered the lands on her own, slowly building up an immunity to most illness that spread freely there. She began to adapt to life on her own, hunting only enough to fill her belly at the moment for anything else would rot before long. She began to travel by foot to preserve energy and avoid the deadliest airborne diseases, developing a leaner figure and thinner wing muscles. Though she was surviving in the Scarred Wasteland, she was not thriving, and the competitive nature of plague dragons eventually drove her out as a variety of tribes found her a threat to their home. Injured, starving, and once again cast out, Asteria fled, skirting the Sea of A Thousand Currents before arriving in the Shifting Expanse. She traveled from clan to clan, offering her services as a self-trained warrior in hopes of shelter for the night; most times, she was cast out again.. Only when she arrived at the Galestorm Flyers, desperate and on her last legs, was she accepted in, offered food, shelter, and a job. She took up the night guard Overtime, she delevoped close relations with the other guards, particularly MysticNight and her mate ShadowedGhost, eventually joining their courtship as their mate. [nextcol][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/sfw6d92un1y1qdk/lightningv2.png[/img][/columns] [center][img]http://78.media.tumblr.com/80028ef573a858dac34d66d953d2ef00/tumblr_inline_o23f30PLDg1r3lvtf_500.png[/img][/center] [center][size=7][color=teal]Personality[/color][/size][/center] [center][color=black]Asteria is often a quiet dragon, seeming somewhat withdrawn for those who don't know how to read between the lines. While she usually does not offer her opinion in conversations, she is always prepared with a witty comeback or snarky comment when she feels it is needed. She never goes out of her way to initiate a conversation with clanmates, but is unafraid to carry a conversation. For the most part, Asteria is a placid dragon who keeps good relations with her clanmates. Rarely is she grouchy and offering the cold-shoulder, though this side of her may come out when she is exhausted. Often, her exhaustion stems from her persistent insomnia, which developed soon after she was left to fend for herself in the Scarred Wasteland. Most nights, Asteria finds herself unable to sleep and struggling with the skeletons in her closet, and usually resorts to laying awake in the darkness with her mates (when they are sleeping) or taking up guard duty. When the insomnia gets truly detrimental to her health, ShadowedGhost steps in and sings soft songs to Asteria in hopes of at least lulling her into a partial sleep. Some nights, this works, but on some nights Asteria needs the strong camaraderie MysticNight holds, a silent solidarity of the struggles in a warriors life. For these reasons, Asteria values her mates beyond even her freedom, knowing they would never abandon her to the wilds like those before them. Though she has yet to admit it to anyone, it is clear to most that Myst and Shadow are her charges, and she would give her life for them both.[/color][/center] [center][img]http://78.media.tumblr.com/80028ef573a858dac34d66d953d2ef00/tumblr_inline_o23f30PLDg1r3lvtf_500.png[/img][/center] ----- [center][u]Art Gallery[/u][/center] [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=377911][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/647977184417415190/710551502757822464/mb4.jpg[/img][/url] ----- [center][b][u]Stories and Other[/u][/b][/center]

[columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=39211443] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/392115/39211443_350.png[/img] [/url][nextcol][size=7][font=gabriola][color=green]Custos[/color][/font][/size] [size=6][font=gabriola][color=green]The Protector[/color][/font][/size] [img]http://flightrising.com/images/cms/familiar/art/611.png[/img][/columns] [center] [url=https://youtu.be/8JSdy3nLLYA]Theme Song: Dynsaty by MIIA[/url] [url=https://youtu.be/qVdPh2cBTN0]Theme Song: Somebody Else by Flora Cash[/url] [img]http://78.media.tumblr.com/80028ef573a858dac34d66d953d2ef00/tumblr_inline_o23f30PLDg1r3lvtf_500.png[/img][/center] [columns][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/9wq9bfy0j4xehzc/icevs1.png[/img][nextcol]Deciding to leave Asteria to her rest, you continue down the hall and pass a tarnished metal door. Vines are woven through the gears, and it seems to be propped open rather than functioning as it should be. You go to push it open, but a dark green and heavily armored pearlcatcher suddenly blocks your path. He wears thick green armor and a stunning kelpie mane, but perched atop his head is an oddly out of place flower crown. [color=green]"Greetings, I am Custos, Socius's protector. was there something you needed from one of us?"[/color][nextcol][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/if8rekk224v3o8r/lightningvs1.png[/img][/columns] [center][img]http://78.media.tumblr.com/80028ef573a858dac34d66d953d2ef00/tumblr_inline_o23f30PLDg1r3lvtf_500.png[/img][/center] [center][size=6][color=teal]Origins[/color][/size][/center] [columns][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/yxyd4qum75srq85/icev2.png[/img][nextcol]From the very beginning, Custos was a survivor and a protector. Despite his deep, murky green hide, Custos was born in the Southern Icefields. There, he learned valuable lessons in survival, as his clan was not the most prosperous around. He matured quickly, leaving his birth clan to join a military serving the Icewarden. Custos did not expect to find many friends there, but he was surprised by a perky young guardian named Amara. She quickly befriended him, and Custos found himself as her unwitting charge. Amara and Custos were practically inseparable, working together seamlessly on missions near and far from their base. It was heaven for Custos; he had a friend and a guardian to help him develop his skills in battle, and he soon rose high in the ranks. Still, he tried his best to work with Amara often, enjoying her company despite seeing less and less of her. Until she was gone. The guardian he had loved had left on a routine solo mission--she had been taking more of those recently--and simply never came back. Custos searched for her corpse, found none, and concluded there could be only one cause for her vanishing: him. To him, it was clear his selfish status had pushed Amara away, and this mindset slowly tinted his pearl black. It was with a guilt wreaked mind that he flew from the Icefields, his purpose unknown even to him. He found himself in the shifting expanse--a welcome and drastic change to the Icefields--and then on the Galestorm Flyers' doorstep. Tired, he contented himself to a few nights there, but upon meeting the lively spiral Socius, that changed. The soft-hearted herbalist took to Custos like glue, and Custos found his walls crumbling to dust. When he discovered Socius had a to get injured in accidents and fights, he broke and took up the role Amara had filled for so long: a protector. For the first time in several moons, Custos' pearl shone silver, not black. [nextcol][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/sfw6d92un1y1qdk/lightningv2.png[/img][/columns] [center][img]http://78.media.tumblr.com/80028ef573a858dac34d66d953d2ef00/tumblr_inline_o23f30PLDg1r3lvtf_500.png[/img][/center] [center][size=7][color=teal]Personality[/color][/size][/center] [center][color=black]Custos is known in the clan as a startlingly gentle yet stone-faced dragon. To most, he hides his emotions behind an impassive face and gentle voice. Few get to see his true thoughts and fewer still find him a "friend". [i]Author's Note: I feel it is prudent to note here, Custos did not directly state the following but it was implied; he purposefully avoids finding new friends, as the hurt he felt--and feels--from Amara's abandonment threatened to destroy him. ~Midnight[/i] There is perhaps one dragon he considers a true friend, and that is Socius. The lively spiral wormed her way into his heart, and she basks in the benefits. Custos has shown his kind and caring side to her, beyond the politeness he offers his clanmates. He will often spend his hours musing on facts of life with Socius, usually as she [s]tangles[/s] braids his hair and crafts flower crowns for him. In return for her company, Custos protects her from the physical danger she finders herself in when hunting for new herbs. He additionally finds himself as a social buffer and translator for her, ensuring she can avoid over stimulation whenever possible. The two are so close, many mistake them for mates, but both remain single by choice. Custos--since his painful departure from Amara--has sworn off romance, instead filling his time with various hobbies, including training, assisting Socius in whatever scheme she is attempting, and dabbling in pottery. The latter is the most difficult for him at the moment, and he has yet to show a completed piece to anyone.[/color][/center] [center][img]http://78.media.tumblr.com/80028ef573a858dac34d66d953d2ef00/tumblr_inline_o23f30PLDg1r3lvtf_500.png[/img][/center] ----- [center][u]Art Gallery[/u][/center] ----- [center][b][u]Stories and Other[/u][/b][/center]

[columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=34413154] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/344132/34413154_350.png[/img] [/url][nextcol][size=7][font=gabriola][color=#005e48]Socius[/color][/font][/size] [size=5][font=gabriola][color=#005e48]The Herbalist[/color][/font][/size] [img]http://flightrising.com/images/cms/familiar/art/23856.png[/img][/columns] [center] [url=https://youtu.be/QRqKVo8oUn4]Theme Song: The Mute by Radical Face[/url] [img]http://78.media.tumblr.com/80028ef573a858dac34d66d953d2ef00/tumblr_inline_o23f30PLDg1r3lvtf_500.png[/img][/center] [columns][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/dt47wjb88mgwvgj/naturevs1.png[/img][nextcol]Custos spends a while talking to you, trying to tease out your purpose in the clan, but finally determines you mean no harm to Socius and allows you to see her. You open the door to find a large cave filled from floor to ceiling with trees, plants, and propped open cages. Wrapped around a tree in the center is a curiously green spiral, covered in snakes, frogs, and other small animals. [Color=#005e48]"Hello!! Socius is pleased to meet you, Socius heard from Karra that a dragon was meeting the clan, yes yes. Socius likes Karra..."[/color][nextcol][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/if8rekk224v3o8r/lightningvs1.png[/img][/columns] [center][img]http://78.media.tumblr.com/80028ef573a858dac34d66d953d2ef00/tumblr_inline_o23f30PLDg1r3lvtf_500.png[/img][/center] [center][size=6][color=teal]Origins[/color][/size][/center] [columns][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/h618pmv8vf0uhey/naturev2.png[/img][nextcol]Socius was born to Marsh, the leader of her home clan and a childish, excitable dragon--a trait that Socius would inherit. As a hatchling, it was clear that she did not enjoy the company of most other dragons, her mother being an exception. In the beginning, she struggled with speech, and when she finally grasped the concept, she spoke only in third person. Often times, when presented with other hatchlings to speak to, Socius retreated to her own mind, or spiraling into a meltdown. Despite Socius's oddities and struggles, her mother loved her dearly and taught her to embrace the joy she saw in the world. Socius grew up under the kind and guiding wing of Marsh, attempting (and failing) at most aspects of life: hunting, tracking, flying, construction, and even healing. Most days, socializing and managing relations with stranger dragons was difficult at best, meltdown provoking at worst; to say it was not her strong point was an understatement. Finally, after a long time of developing life skills, she moved out of her clan though still unsure of her path in life, zigzagging across the land. It was some time later when she finally discovered her new home, the Galestorm Flyers, though quite by accident. On her journey Socius had discovered that she quite enjoyed the companionship of animals, and had begun to gather small lizards, snakes, frogs, and other creatures. When her most beloved snake--Karra--fell sick, Socius panicked and searched desperately for help, finding the Galestorm Flyers and Serasorth in the process. She nursed Karra back to health and stayed with the Flyers for a few months, mostly keeping to herself. In her temporary den she set up cages and plants to make the animals at home, and as her own personal (but chaotic) garden. When Nantis offered her a place as the clan herbalist, Socius accepted for a few reasons that she does not share, and now maintains her position faithfully, indebted to the dragons who saved her friends. It didn't take long for Custos to take her up as a pseudo-charge, guiding her through a world that didn't quite sit right with her, and protecting her from dangers she didn't understand.[nextcol][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/sfw6d92un1y1qdk/lightningv2.png[/img][/columns] [center][img]http://78.media.tumblr.com/80028ef573a858dac34d66d953d2ef00/tumblr_inline_o23f30PLDg1r3lvtf_500.png[/img][/center] [center][size=6][color=teal][b]Personality[/b][/color][/size][/center] [center][color=black]Socius is somewhat of a wildcard to the other members of the clan, aside from perhaps Hallow--who has built a relationship with the strange spiral--and Custos, who knows her well enough to translate between her and the world. Socius has always spoken exclusively in third person with broken, childish sentences, but maintains surprisingly intelligence. On the rare occasion that Socius has been truly understood, she has stated that she simply struggles to translate her thoughts to words--she thinks in concepts rather than language. Though hyperactive and easily distracted, Socius is a dedicated herbalist whose goal is to assist Serasorth and live up to her name: ally in Latin. Despite this, she is not directly involved in the healer's work, but rather supplies him with whatever she can. She cares deeply for her variety of small animals in her care and ensures that each one gets a loving home, food, water, and medical attention. Because of this, her lair is almost always in chaos, as she is not the most organized of dragons in any way shape or form, having once lost her own tail some how. Socius will spend her days napping in assorted places in her mess of a lair, watering and caring for her plants, and (of course) caring for the animals (mostly Karra, who is permanently ill). She and Custos will often spend their time wandering the desert or bothering Shivani in search of herbs--Custos is more content to watch Socius than help her.[/color][/center] [center][img]http://78.media.tumblr.com/80028ef573a858dac34d66d953d2ef00/tumblr_inline_o23f30PLDg1r3lvtf_500.png[/img][/center] ----- [center][u]Art Gallery[/u][/center] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=192223][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/132d63ac8b6d10f7b3da6fb957d612b4/tumblr_pi0u1ibbi41r3e514o1_640.png[/img][/url] ----- [center][b][u]Stories and Other[/u][/b][/center]

[columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=38729608] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/387297/38729608_350.png[/img] [/url][nextcol][size=7][font=gabriola][color=rosybrown]Xena[/color][/font][/size] [size=6][font=gabriola][color=rosybrown]The Healer[/color][/font][/size] [img]http://flightrising.com/images/cms/familiar/art/16247.png[/img][/columns] [center][img]http://78.media.tumblr.com/80028ef573a858dac34d66d953d2ef00/tumblr_inline_o23f30PLDg1r3lvtf_500.png[/img][/center] [columns][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/dhxumtdwnex78yz/earthvs1.png[/img][nextcol]You walk past the open cavern that served as a healer's bay and enter into the back room, which has a pristine white cloth drawn over the entrance. A soft platinum tundra is sitting behind a desk, busy mixing herbs into a salve while reading a large tome, her luna mith perched on her back. She looks up as you arrive and rises to her feet unsteadily, limping forward carefully with two strange braces on her back legs. [color=rosybrown]"Hello there, can I help you? I wasn't expecting anyone today,"[/color] She mutters, shuffling her feet in front of her.[nextcol][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/if8rekk224v3o8r/lightningvs1.png[/img][/columns] [center][img]http://78.media.tumblr.com/80028ef573a858dac34d66d953d2ef00/tumblr_inline_o23f30PLDg1r3lvtf_500.png[/img][/center] [center][size=6][color=teal]Origins[/color][/size][/center] [columns][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/o8xkiu638xdtkuk/earthv2.png[/img][nextcol]When Xena was born, she faced some difficult hardships in her health. She was born a sickly hatchling, hardly able to move on her own despite her attempts. Her lungs were weak, sending her into vicious coughing fits accompanied by high fevers, and most of the time her joints were stiff and muscles weak. She struggled to eat and keep food down, stunting her growth and forcing her to rely heavily on her brother, Xeytar, to assist her in life and protect her from enemies. It was up to the Gods whether she would survive to adulthood, as she seemed to be slowly wasting away from illness. Despite the odds stacked against her, Xena survived and began to thrive as best she could while Xeytar hovered over her. Growing up as sick as she was, it was no wonder her brother worried over her even when they moved to the Galestorm Flyers to find a cure. However, it soon became clear that this ailment would have no easy fix, and while she began to recover from her weakness, her back legs had lost their function, leaving her half paralyzed. For a while, she simply moped and pitied herself while being doted on by Xeytar, not trying to recover from the loss of mobility. It was Serasorth that finally kicked her into gear, for once almost yelling at her and forcing her out of her shell of pity. As she was finishing recovering, she began to research a treatment, deciding that if she could not cure this she would at least work around it. Xena set about developing braces with Kratos' assitance, allowing her her back legs to moderately function with some assistance from magic. Serasorth took Xena into an apprenticeship as a healer, enabling her to further develop the treatment for her illness while also honing her skills in healing. Xeytar eventually left the clan, allowing Xena to truly emerge from her shell and develop her own life. She now resides in the Flyers as a secondary healer, working alongside Serasorth with the assistance of her scent book to jog her memory of herbs. [nextcol][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/sfw6d92un1y1qdk/lightningv2.png[/img][/columns] [center][img]http://78.media.tumblr.com/80028ef573a858dac34d66d953d2ef00/tumblr_inline_o23f30PLDg1r3lvtf_500.png[/img][/center] [center][size=6][color=teal][b]Personality[/b][/color][/size][/center] [center][color=black]Xena is a strange character, somewhat of a conflicting personality in some ways. When interacting with dragons outside of Kratos and Serasorth, Xena is a shy and easily startled dragon. She has a slight stutter and is easily intimidated, as well as tends to forget things--a classic tundra trait. Around royalty or and sort of regal dragon, Xena is stunned into silence and tends to completely forget how to walk and talk, making interactions quite awkward. However, among close friends and family (mostly Kratos and Serasorth), Xena is a more focused and steady individual. She is able to maintain a comfortable and intellectual conversation for the most part, especially with Serasorth when discussing matters of healing. She is easily excited by discussions of her treatment and braces, as they are subjects she is thoroughly familiar with and works tirelessly on. Though she is dedicated to her work as a healer, Xena has developed many hobbies for when her illness forces her to stop working to rest. Among those, she dabbles in weaving and knitting many of her own blankets, practices flower pressing, and develops her mechanical skills with Kratos. She also finds herself consistently consulting her "scents" book, a book made by the mages that contains the scent of every dragon in the clan and their corresponding information in case she forgets their names. She often fears she will forget her clanmates or details within her job, so the gift of her scents book brought her to tears and she carries it with her everywhere.[/color][/center] [center][img]http://78.media.tumblr.com/80028ef573a858dac34d66d953d2ef00/tumblr_inline_o23f30PLDg1r3lvtf_500.png[/img][/center] ----- [center][u]Art Gallery[/u][/center] ----- [center][b][u]Stories and Other[/u][/b][/center]

[columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=33985775] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/339858/33985775_350.png[/img] [/url][nextcol][size=7][font=gabriola][color=darkred]Akira[/color][/font][/size] [size=6][font=gabriola][color=darkred]The Sculpter[/color][/font][/size] [img]http://flightrising.com/images/cms/familiar/art/1035.png[/img][/columns] [center][img]http://78.media.tumblr.com/80028ef573a858dac34d66d953d2ef00/tumblr_inline_o23f30PLDg1r3lvtf_500.png[/img][/center] [columns][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/kg98x560j9974df/watervs1.png[/img][nextcol]Slipping from the pristine lair of Xena, you go back to wandering the web of hallways. Eventually, you reach a literal roadblock, as a huge grey and red imperial dressed in glittering black and purple has an assortment of chisels, hammers, and brushes laid out in the hall. You can see his porcelain mask is covered in stone dust as he stares intently at the mural he is working on, carefully chiseling away at a half done relief drawing. Finally, he puts his tool down and turns to you, only to yelp and startle away. [color=darkred]”By the Eleven, you scared me,”[/color] The imperial says breathily, carefully relaxing his limbs and putting a strained smile on his face, [color=darkred]”I-I am Akira, the sculptor. P-please don’t step on my tools, this area is a work in progress.”[/color] [nextcol][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/if8rekk224v3o8r/lightningvs1.png[/img][/columns] [center][img]http://78.media.tumblr.com/80028ef573a858dac34d66d953d2ef00/tumblr_inline_o23f30PLDg1r3lvtf_500.png[/img][/center] [center][size=6][color=teal]Origins[/color][/size][/center] [columns][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/ydy09iy5pgfopvi/waterv2.png[/img][nextcol]Akira was born to a small clan in the Sea of a Thousand Currents during one of the toughest times for the water flight. The Tidelord had disappeared before Akira came around, leaving the young imperial without the typically involved deity and feeling quite alone. Where some of the elder Seers still visited the Spiral Keep in hopes of hearing a prophecy from their God, Akira had long since given up the hope of such things. Akira harbored a grudge with the Tidelord and refused to practice future-seeing, instead focusing his energies on more creative and concrete hobbies. He began with chipping away at the dead and dried sea coral, the calcified remains softer than the rocks on the shore. Eventually, after finding and sometimes making his own chiseling tools, Akira expanded his hobby to a partially submerged cave where he carved relief drawings of his life into its walls. When another fight with his parents over the fate of the Tidelord occurred, Akira tore away from his roots and fled the region, ending up in the polar opposite region of the Shifting Expanse. There, he met the Galestorm Flyers, who welcomed him as a skilled artisan and allowed the reserved sculptor to practice his skills on the halls of their lair and sell his sculptures at the marketplace. Though Akira remains furious at the Tidelord for apparent abandonment, he has since let go of his anger and focused more on his life now.[nextcol][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/sfw6d92un1y1qdk/lightningv2.png[/img][/columns] [center][img]http://78.media.tumblr.com/80028ef573a858dac34d66d953d2ef00/tumblr_inline_o23f30PLDg1r3lvtf_500.png[/img][/center] [center][size=7][color=teal]Personality[/color][/size][/center] [center][color=black]Akira is known among his clanmates for his reserved and shy nature, even among good friends. He prefers solitude and silence during his work and most of his free time, and will often only emerge from his lair when there is a clan meeting or celebration. Even then, he tends to stay at the edge of the crowd curled in on himself, sometimes trying to hide behind Hallow in a rather comical manner. Most of his working day is spent in marked off hallways, slowly and painstakingly carving relief murals in the wide strip of stone left for him specifically. This is where he is most comfortable in his own skin; he looks more relaxed and at ease, and his paws are steady on their chisel. His friends can often get a true conversation going with him by asking him about his work, though they must be prepared for a long-winded conversation about what each scene means and how he crafted them. However, should a stranger ask about his work, Akira is more likely to fall into a panic attack and go nonverbal, retreating into his shell or stumbling away from his fear. This is because Akira suffers from Generalized Anxiety Disorder as well as Social Anxiety, which tends to make it difficult for him to socialize without a stutter on his good days, or totally avoid strangers on his bad. Akira has a very small circle of friends due to this; Hallow and Prometheus are his closest, though he has amicable relations with Midnight, Bashiri, and Mitzuaki. He has had no luck with finding a mate due to his anxiety, which angers him to no end though he still hopes to find one eventually. Despite all his struggles and anger at life, Akira tries his best to maintain a positive outlook on life and has [i]always[/i] valued his place at the Galestorm Flyers.[/color][/center] [center][img]http://78.media.tumblr.com/80028ef573a858dac34d66d953d2ef00/tumblr_inline_o23f30PLDg1r3lvtf_500.png[/img][/center] ----- [center][u]Art Gallery[/u][/center] [Url=http://www1.flightrising.com/clan-profile/263032][img]https://i.imgur.com/R1LgYgr.png[/img][/url] ----- [center][b][u]Stories and Other[/u][/b][/center]

[columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=31471166] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/314712/31471166_350.png[/img] [/url][nextcol][size=7][font=gabriola][color=orange]Hallow[/color][/font][/size] [size=6][font=gabriola][color=orange]The Cartographer[/color][/font][/size] [img]http://flightrising.com/images/cms/familiar/art/1565.png[/img][/columns] [center] Theme Song: [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0NKUpo_xKyQ]Lights by Ellie Goulding[/url] [img]http://78.media.tumblr.com/80028ef573a858dac34d66d953d2ef00/tumblr_inline_o23f30PLDg1r3lvtf_500.png[/img][/center] [columns][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/f824h4prk8gghyx/arcanevs1.png[/img][nextcol]As you continue to explore the halls, you find what seems to be a small lair settled in the back corner of a dead end hall, the door propped open and soft music coming from inside. You carefully open the door and slip in. The room beyond is lit with bright but warm lanterns, which upon closer inspection seem to contain miniature terrariums with fireflies in them. Bookshelves reach towards the ceilings and are stacked with neatly organized scrolls, books, and bottles of ink. Scraps of paper litter the floor, some stained with ink. Sitting at a desk with a small speaker next to him is a autumn-looking tundra, humming to himself as he scrawls on what appears to be a half finished map before him. A brilliant psywurm is crouched on his shoulder, occasionally flicking his tail to correct his course. [color=orange]"Come in, I won't bite I swear. My name is Hallow, and I am the clan cartographer,"[/color] The tundra sets his ink laden quill down and looks up, smiling gently, [color=orange]"What can I do for you?"[/color][nextcol][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/if8rekk224v3o8r/lightningvs1.png[/img][/columns] [center][img]http://78.media.tumblr.com/80028ef573a858dac34d66d953d2ef00/tumblr_inline_o23f30PLDg1r3lvtf_500.png[/img][/center] [center][size=6][color=teal]Origins[/color][/size][/center] [columns][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/f9pizx72vpp307j/arcanev2.png[/img][nextcol]Hallow grew up in a wild mix of dragons, both by breed, color, and careers. His mother and father, though both caring and gentle, were often busy with their ever chaning careers, moving from job to job in search of something new, interesting, and inspiring. Hallow, though sometimes plagued with bouts of loneliness, self-doubt, and crippling anxiety, followed his family with little hesitation, enjoying the adventures they brought. It wasn't long before Hallow began his own adventure, taking after his parents and their nomadic ways. As a young dragon, he bounced between clans, taking on roles varying from exotic florist to brick maker. He joined permanent clans that worked mostly in the marketplace, selling their artisan goods, nomadic ones where he enabled survival, and semi-permanent traveling circuses where he learned various acting skills. He lived in many regions--Arcane, Ice, Plague, Fire--before finally settling on the Shifting Expanse and it's interesting landscape. He was still thoroughly entranced with the wonders of travel, and he was not quite ready to give up that freedom so he began to search the area for work that would allow for that. He began as a simple messenger for a local clan, allowing him to travel the region with his deliveries which worked for a time. Eventually, his sense of adventure took him further into the desert than he should have gone, and his faulty memory got him caught in a dust storm. He quickly got turned around and hopelessly lost, resulting in both his cargo being lost to the desert and him. Only when a softly glowing psywurm discovered him did Hallow believe he was saved, and he was. Tamika took Hallow back to the Galestorm Flyers where Elspeth offered Hallow a place to rest, recuperate, and perhaps stay should he want. What started as a few days of recovery quickly turned into an adventure into cartography, and he soon decided to stay with Tamika by his side, carefully casting the land around him with paper and ink.[nextcol][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/sfw6d92un1y1qdk/lightningv2.png[/img][/columns] [center][img]http://78.media.tumblr.com/80028ef573a858dac34d66d953d2ef00/tumblr_inline_o23f30PLDg1r3lvtf_500.png[/img][/center] [center][size=7][color=teal]Personality[/color][/size][/center] [center][color=black]Hallow is easily one of the most gentle and quiet dragons in the clan, though he is not characterized as shy. He spends the majority of his work day in one of two places, tucked away in his softly lit lair or traversing the region around the Flyers. In his lair, he always keeps the door open and allows the soft relaxed atmosphere he cultivates to creep into the rest of the clan. Between the endless range of instrumental music performed by the resident musicians and the fire-fly lanterns, Hallow has managed to capture almost a photographic vision of relaxation. He keeps his lair organized aside from the random scraps of used paper--partially due to his moderately bad memory--and uses the rest of his space to hold knick-knacks various members of the clan has brought him. He harbors excellent relationships with the majority of his clan, particularly with Monarch--whom he travels with--Bashiri, Prometheus, Akira, Aragon, and the more recent arrival of Zorya. This is because he excels at holding relaxed and natural conversations with others, and he often holds a genuine interest in the careers and hobbies of his friends. He will travel into the desert alongside Monarch and Zorya to craft his maps, relying heavily on his Psywurm--Tamika--to manage their way back, as his memory tends to fail him in those situations. Despite this, he adores his adventures into the desert, relishing in the freedom they allow and the creativity they inspire--he carries a sketchbook filled with detailed drawings of the locations he finds, which he transfers to his maps later. All said and done, Hallow tends to be a soft-spoken by choice dragon who prefers small groups of company and always wants strives to balance work and relaxation. [/color][/center] [center][center][img]http://78.media.tumblr.com/80028ef573a858dac34d66d953d2ef00/tumblr_inline_o23f30PLDg1r3lvtf_500.png[/img][/center] ----- [center][u]Art Gallery[/u][/center] [center][url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=228576][img]https://i.imgur.com/6S0kY7r.png[/img][/url][/center] ----- [center][b][u]Stories and Other[/u][/b][/center]

[columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=20481984] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/204820/20481984_350.png[/img] [/url][nextcol][size=7][font=gabriola][color=midnightblue]Nexus[/color][/font][/size] [size=6][font=gabriola][color=midnightblue]The Astronomer[/color][/font][/size] [img]http://flightrising.com/images/cms/familiar/art/628.png[/img][/columns] [center] [url=https://youtu.be/dzNvk80XY9s] Theme: Saturn by Sleeping At Last[/url] [img]http://78.media.tumblr.com/80028ef573a858dac34d66d953d2ef00/tumblr_inline_o23f30PLDg1r3lvtf_500.png[/img][/center] [columns][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/9wq9bfy0j4xehzc/icevs1.png[/img][nextcol]Having explored some of the more populated areas, you now seek out some peace and quiet from the grinding noises and sparking of machinery at work. You follow a side path, it is smaller and thinner than usual, and you notice an intricate star design carved into the wall. Finally, you reach a door, or rather a curtain made of silk with small stars decorating it, hiding behind it a mess of charts, trinkets, and observational objects. On a desk in the middle of the room is a spiral dragon, lying asleep curled around a half finished chart of the stars. [color=midnightblue]"Hm? Oh,"[/color]The spiral yawns and stirs, [color=midnightblue]"G'morning! Or, evening? Who knows, my name is Nexus. Ironically I'm the astronomer, who apparently can't even tell the time!"[/color] The spiral gives a friendly grin and rises to his stubby feet to listen to whatever you have to say. [nextcol][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/if8rekk224v3o8r/lightningvs1.png[/img][/columns] [center][img]http://78.media.tumblr.com/80028ef573a858dac34d66d953d2ef00/tumblr_inline_o23f30PLDg1r3lvtf_500.png[/img][/center] [center][size=7][b][color=teal]Origins[/color][/b][/size][/center] [columns][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/yxyd4qum75srq85/icev2.png[/img][nextcol][s]Nexus was born in an unremarkable home to a relatively unremarkable life. He began in the Southern Icefield, which turned out to be detrimental to his health as a hatchling. The freezing cold climate left him sick often, his lungs often struggled to keep up, which is why he soon left to find a new home.[/s] [center][i]A Note From The Author While typically, I would write these brief biographies and personality summaries with my own hand, I have had an unusual request. Nexus came to me, quite politely considering I nearly snapped his head off, and asked to write his own story. Below is the result of that. Sincerely yours, Midnight (The Scribe)[/i][/center] Dear Universe, I grew up in the snow and ice of my home, a sickly child who would get tangled in the frozen bushes. When I left, I went to the bone dry desert of the Shifting Expanse, an environment completely the opposite of my home. Despite these differences, there was one consistency in my life. You. The Universe. You've made so many things, done so much work, created the life and objects in this world that I have lived with. Of course, some are not as brilliant, the pit fall in the desert that trapped me for days being one of them (though Nantis and his kind heart was a good introduction, as he did save my life). However, Universe, I wanted to thank you for something that has been in my life since I was only a hatchling, the stars and the heavens. I am an astronomer, as you know by now, and I watch the heaves--your heavens--with an intensity only I could ever know. I thank you for those, the stars are my guiding light that led me to the Flyers and continue to guide my wings in my life.[nextcol][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/sfw6d92un1y1qdk/lightningv2.png[/img][/columns] [center][img]http://78.media.tumblr.com/80028ef573a858dac34d66d953d2ef00/tumblr_inline_o23f30PLDg1r3lvtf_500.png[/img][/center] [center][size=6][color=teal][b]Personality[/b][/color][/size][/center] [center][color=black][i]This is once again written by me, Midnight[/i] Nexus is a true spiral, plentiful in energy and spunk up until the moment where he is out of energy, where he will then collapse to sleep. For the most part he is nocturnal, generally spending the time he is awake during the day sending his mappings of the stars to Hallow in order to properly finish the map. During the night he sleeps sporadically, otherwise gazing into the sky to map, locate, and name the stars and constellations above. Nexus' office is the opposite of his orderly maps: his copper instruments and used parchment are always scattered over the tables and desks, only his completed maps and records remain safely stowed on the shelves. As a mate to Asymeth, the blind seer, he is a gentle and useful friend, always willing to assist her when she is struggling but never taking her independence. She puts up with his sporadic work hours only due to his tenancy to curl around her to sleep, though she jokingly threatens to kick him off every time. His mannerisms are typically polite, though he tends to start and stop sentences quite strangely. Despite this, Nexus has managed to make friends with a wide variety of dragons, though he avoids those who consider themselves above other dragons. As seen from his previous writing, Nexus is what some would consider "religious" though he does not believe in an alternate god to the Dragon Gods. Instead he chooses to believe in the Universe, a thing above his imagination that built the world and many more from it's own will. He can often be found writing about these thoughts, though he has yet to share many of them.[/color][/center] [center][center][img]http://78.media.tumblr.com/80028ef573a858dac34d66d953d2ef00/tumblr_inline_o23f30PLDg1r3lvtf_500.png[/img][/center] ----- [center][u]Art Gallery[/u][/center] ----- [center][b][u]Stories and Other[/u][/b][/center] Dear Universe, I know I haven’t spoken to you in a while, but perhaps you can take a moment to hear my cries. I’ve been having trouble sleeping lately, and the storms have hidden the stars from my sight--I feel quite lost without them. In daylight hours, I cannot sit still, but not with energy like usual. I’ve felt tangled, lost, filled with a sense of dread and anxiety--being a spiral I’ve never been good at unraveling things. To sum things up, I have felt utterly off, for lack of a better word. I know I cannot ask you to fix things, you taught me long ago that you will only guide me in the right direction and not solve my problems. Perhaps, though, you will listen for a moment, as I try to refocus my mind. I want to thank you for some things, as sometimes I find they have gone unappreciated both by me and others. I’d like to thank you for fireflies, the way they flicker and flash as they dance through the sky like faries. As I watch them rise from the oasis--they were brought here by Shivani ages ago--I can’t help but wonder what song are they dancing to? Do they move to a beat we cannot hear? In some way, they remind me of stars; perhaps you intended them to be stars originally, but they flew too fast for the eye to see so you had to shrink them, to let us watch. Regardless of your reasons for fireflies, I want to thank you for them. Hallow keeps jars of them in his room, feeding and caring for them with the same patience he gives his maps. They keep him grounded, and sometimes when I cannot see the stars, he will release them to the top of his lair and we will lay on the ground and make new constellations. My favorite is “The Bees”, courtesy of Shivani; just look into the sky, you see those lights? Those stars? Congratulations, you have found the bees. That is another thing I wanted to thank you for--bees. Yet another tiny creature with so much life and complexity that even my large eyes cannot see. I’ve watched Shivani and his coworkers before, curled in the rafters of his greenhouse as I wait for the stormclouds to thin so I can watch the stars. The way they move, always humming and buzzing with energy, in perfect synchrony to one another, it’s positively fascinating. I’ve watched them blanket the ground, the plants and the flowers, always buzzing and moving just enough to be visible to Shivani. Their loyalty to the pearlcatcher is quite startling, but in some ways, I think they see him as their queen. I want to thank you for their existence, the way they bring vibrant life to the desert despite our harsh homeland. The way they allow Shivani sight--I’ve seen the way he brightens when he can see the shape of his clanmates. I want to thank you for bees. I have many other things I would like to thank you for, but I shall only speak of one more for now--I find my eyes dropping and Asymeth is surely waiting for me. I’d like to thank you for music--it’s intangible beauty has granted light to the lives of many of my clanmates. In the late nights, when I am wandering the lair with Asymeth for no reason, I have heard the soft, melodic voice of ShadowedGhost. Though I don’t linger by his lair, I have heard enough of his voice to know he sings to his mates, a gentle tune that beckons them to sleep when they find themselves plagued by nightmares. I’ve seen the way they look at him as he sings, as if his voice brings a sense of purpose to their chaotic world. I want to thank you for allowing them that, their life has been a struggle. There is also the matter of Varan; I don’t know if you have ever seen him as he sings, but I do believe that is what you meant music to become when you made it. For Varan, music was always his life, and it continued to be without his hearing; in fact, it became more of him when he lost his ability to hear what he was making. His face, his posture, his aura… as he strums his lute and sings his lyrics with eyes fixed on his instrument. He never sees the peace he gives others, but I wish he did. Still, I thank you for giving him the chance to find his life in song, I thank you for music. Universe, I know I am but a pebble among a riverbed to you--small, insignificant, easy to overlook. However, Asymeth recently said something to me, and it prompted me to write you this letter. We had gone to the Oasis where Nantis and Elspeth met, we swam and talked and curled around each other in the sand. She plucked a stone from the riverbed, running her paws over it before handing it to me; it was nothing special, just the typical stone. However, she smiled and nuzzled me gently, whispering words I will never forget. I guess, Universe, I want to thank you for Asymeth, and thank you for me. I belong here. Sincerely yours, Nexus. P.S. Asymeth said to me: “This may just be a rock, but it is the only one like it. No other rock has that same shape, the same composition, the same colors and scratches and history. No other rock is [i]that [/i]rock, and isn’t that beautiful?”

[columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=37739495] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/377395/37739495_350.png[/img] [/url][nextcol][size=7][font=gabriola][color=darkcyan]Nylite[/color][/font][/size] [size=6][font=gabriola][color=darkcyan]The Mechanic[/color][/font][/size] [img]http://flightrising.com/images/cms/familiar/art/7592.png[/img][/columns] [center][img]http://78.media.tumblr.com/80028ef573a858dac34d66d953d2ef00/tumblr_inline_o23f30PLDg1r3lvtf_500.png[/img][/center] [columns][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/3l8q0nyje5ma866/lightvs1.png[/img][nextcol]As you explore, you enter what seems to be a hallway under contstruction, as the metallic panels that line the wall are laying across the floor, assorted tools scattered around them. Crouched by an open panel is a wildclaw, wrapped in the thick fabric of the Highland Scavenger's gear with metallic braces on his wings. He seemed to be breathing heavily, the Highland Scavenger's gear re-purposed into some sort of breathing device; the wires were replaced with tubes connecting to filters and a single canister. [color=darkcyan]"Ah, hello there!"[/color] His voice was muffled and wheezing as he turned towards you, [color=darkcyan]"I heard someone was around here. My name is Nylite, welcome to the Galestorm Flyers!"[/color][nextcol][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/if8rekk224v3o8r/lightningvs1.png[/img][/columns] [center][img]http://78.media.tumblr.com/80028ef573a858dac34d66d953d2ef00/tumblr_inline_o23f30PLDg1r3lvtf_500.png[/img][/center] [center][size=6][color=teal]Origins[/color][/size][/center] [columns][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/5it0ehreclu84oa/lightv2.png[/img][nextcol]Nylite’s was born into the high ranks of the Sunbeam Ruins, fighting to keep himself there, and comfortable in knowing he was always right. It was not hard for anyone to see that these facts led Nylite to be arrogant, overconfident, and cruel to others. For the longest time, no one did anything about it; who would challenge a fierce warrior such as Nylite? It was a clever spy that devised the plan to rid the clan of Nylite, speaking of great glory coming to the Light dragon who could cross the Shifting Expanse unharmed. Nylite, always a glutton for glory, took flight immediately, soaring across the land as quick as his white wings would take him. Once in the desert, things took a different turn when the lightning storms native to the region hit. Unused to the dangerous conditions, Nylite ducked into a cave nearby, settling in for the night to plan his next move. Unfortunately for him, the cave was not as sturdy as it looked, and it collapsed on him, trapping him in rubble for three days until another Wildclaw by the name of Zara rescued him. Nylite by then was hungry and exhausted, willingly following his savior to the nearest clan: the Galestorm Flyers. There, he was treated to kindness and food, as well as medical attention from the ever patient Serasorth. Nylite, properly humbled by his screw up and lack of knowledge, was largely silent during this. It didn’t take long for Serasorth to diagnose a problem Nylite had begun to feel; his lungs were clogged with rubble, causing him to struggle to breath. With the assistance of electrical engineers, a Highland Scavenger’s garb was repurposed into a breathing apparatus, allowing Nylite to breath. Still, his freedom was limited to the Flyer’s vast cavern, so Nylite took up apprentice with the electricians of the clan, carving his own place in their ranks.[nextcol][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/sfw6d92un1y1qdk/lightningv2.png[/img][/columns] [center][img]http://78.media.tumblr.com/80028ef573a858dac34d66d953d2ef00/tumblr_inline_o23f30PLDg1r3lvtf_500.png[/img][/center] [center][size=7][color=teal]Personality[/color][/size][/center] [center][color=black]While Nylite first began his life as an arrogant, overconfident, occasionally cruel dragon with a spiteful streak, his life-changing ventures into the unstable caves changed him drastically. Humbled by the errors he made in his adventure, Nylite became withdrawn from other dragons, more often keeping his opinions to himself rather than boasting them loudly. When he found out that his lungs would not function properly again, he took it as a sign from the Gods; his body had changed, and it was his time to change too. He became kinder to other dragons--slowly, but he did--more often offering them surprisingly sound advice and finding his patience in dealing with dragons suffering heartbreak or mental breakdowns. Soon enough, Nylite took it upon himself to work alongside the electricians of the clan, throwing himself vigorously into his work. Where he previously exhibited laziness and lack of drive, Nylite now thrived in working hard from dawn till dusk, or as long as his lungs would allow it. He no longer picked fights--partly because of the strain it would place on his body--and instead sought to become a peacekeeper between the familiarly reckless dragons in the Galestorm Flyers. Though he still shows the occasional burst of “know-it-all” behavior, Nylite has drastically changed over the years, and most definitely for the better.[/color][/center] [center][center][img]http://78.media.tumblr.com/80028ef573a858dac34d66d953d2ef00/tumblr_inline_o23f30PLDg1r3lvtf_500.png[/img][/center] ----- [center][u]Art Gallery[/u][/center] ----- [center][b][u]Stories and Other[/u][/b][/center]

[columns][url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=35762942] [img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/357630/35762942_350.png[/img] [/url] [nextcol][size=7][font=gabriola][color=steelblue]Rimeth[/color][/font][/size] [size=6][font=gabriola][color=steelblue]The Record Keep[/color][/font][/size] [img]https://flightrising.com/images/cms/familiar/art/32593.png[/img][/columns] [center]Theme Song: [url=https://youtu.be/V5UyJrYnDIw]Remember How We Forgot by Shane Koyczan[/url] [img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/kk5kaag52acu28a/windtop.png[/img] [item=celestine][item=coral basilisk field notes][img]https://i.imgur.com/dZhqvT2.png[/img][item=silver pocketwatch][item=blue quartz][/center] [columns][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/yxyd4qum75srq85/icev2.png[/img][nextcol][center][size=4]Leaving the haywire lair of Nylite, you find yourself in the heart of the Platforms. Here, dragons are frequently, bustling about their day with friendly greetings and idle conversation. There seems to be many coming and going from one particular island, which is entirely taken up by an enormous tree. Curiosity peaked, you approached the huge wooden door carved in the base among the roots. Entering the tree, you find the inside just as large and grand as the outside. It is completely hollow, the inside space filled with boxes and cubbies of what you can only assume is storage space. Jars of fireflies and bright flames hang from wooden support beams, pullies move up and down the walls, and a spiral staircase follows the shape of the tree far up into the sky. You spy a practically dressed Tundra sitting before a book, scribbling away. [color=steelblue]“Two more of these whats-a-things… Ah, someone. Look but don’t touch, I am Rimeth and this is the hoard I keep. Don’t mess it up.”[/color] Rimeth hardly glances at you as he speaks, still scribbling in the book.[/size][/center][nextcol][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/2623e2f92xw1s9r/windv2.png[/img][/columns] [center][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/24py702d17y97rm/windmid.png[/img][/center] [columns][color=transparent]XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX[/color][nextcol][img]https://i.imgur.com/EwFbwxS.png[/img][nextcol][center][size=7][color=yellowgreen]Origins[/color][/size][nextcol][img]https://i.imgur.com/zgM2eW4.png[/img][/center][/columns] [columns] [img]https://orig10.deviantart.net/dbdc/f/2017/225/e/6/frice_sidebar_small_by_littlefiredragon-dbjxyzx.png[/img] [img]https://www1.flightrising.com/static/cms/familiar/2623.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/fTRRfQZ.gif[/img][nextcol][center][size=4]Rimeth, though born in the Southern Icefields, migrated to the drastically different climate of the Shifting Expanse as soon as he hatched. Having been promised to the Galestorm Flyers by his birth clan, Rimeth was set to live a relatively luscious life. His life was not planned out in detail, only the bare bones were settled from the moment of his birth. He arrived at the Galestorm Flyers with an escort, would become one of the Flyers, and find himself a niche to fill. Rimeth spent most of his hatchling hood experimenting in the different walks of life, shadowing the various artisans and scientists of the clan as he grew. However, it soon became evident that whatever Rimeth may chose to do, there would have to be concessions in how he did it. Tundras are known to have memory struggles, particularly in relation to the names and faces of other dragons. Rimeth took that stereotype and amplified it. He constantly forgot appointments, meetings, new dragons, items, faces, lessons, anything and everything a typical dragon may recall with ease. It didn’t matter if it was a short term or long term memory, it would be forgotten soon enough. It drove the young Tundra mad, not being able to recall things told to him not ten minutes ago, not recognizing those he walked past in the halls. Things finally came to a head when Xena, another Tundra with bad memory, brought Rimeth her scent journal in hopes of helping him access his memory. Rimeth took one whiff of the first page and promptly lost hope in his path in the world. He could not smell a thing.[/size][/center][/columns] [columns][center][size=4]Rimeth did wallow in self-pity for some time, frustrated and full of sorrow at his gnat-like memory and lacking sense of smell. He moped and did nothing for nearly a month, until at last the hopelessness gave way to anger. Partly directed at himself, Rimeth used his anger as fuel for a fire, pulling himself away from the pits of despair he had locked himself in so far. With a firm understanding that the path originally open to him was closed, Rimeth turned to new ideas and new tools, hoping to find something that could be his scent journal. He took up manual journaling, writing all the events of the day in his planner, keeping a written inventory of what he owned. Elspeth saw this as a chance to give him a job, and so Rimeth became the record keeper of the clan. He worked in the hoard, keeping manual records of items in the Flyers' care. He grew close with Helios and Sulmara, who taught him the basics of the job. He finally began to flourish in his life. Truthfully, Rimeth was not surprised when the Flyers moved to the Windswept Plateau, though he felt incredibly anxious about the event. Beyond the new environment, Rimeth knew he would have to entirely rework his hoard system, restructuring the catalogues to fit with the new location. Thankfully, with the help of Helios’ careful memory and many clanmates' support, all of the items Rimeth guarded were moved carefully and successfully. He kept most of his organization system, simply moving it into a vertical shape inside an enormous hollowed tree, where he spends most of his days carefully scribing his memories. [/size][/center][nextcol][img]https://orig10.deviantart.net/e16d/f/2017/225/6/7/frwind_sidebar_small_by_littlefiredragon-dbjxzmr.png[/img] [img]https://www1.flightrising.com/static/cms/familiar/3148.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/1rAc41Y.gif[/img][/columns] [center][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/24py702d17y97rm/windmid.png[/img][/center] [columns][color=transparent]XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX[/color][nextcol][img]https://i.imgur.com/EwFbwxS.png[/img][nextcol][center][size=7][color=yellowgreen]Personality[/color][/size][nextcol][img]https://i.imgur.com/zgM2eW4.png[/img][/center][/columns] [columns][img]https://i.imgur.com/z9wN9td.png[/img] [center]Asexual[/center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/2XWwCjs.png[/img] [center]Cis[/center] [nextcol][center][size=4]Rimeth is known to his newer clanmates as a gruff, focused, and inflexible dragon. He speaks in finalities, preferring to have certainty in his life so he can record it in his journals and not have to question if his memory failed before he could even do that. He has neither time nor room for errors in his work, as they take hours for him to find and then hours more to fix, small as they may be. In so many ways, his demeanor is similar to Helios, but underneath it all he is vastly different. Rimeth’s habits were born of fear, a deep anxiety rooted in his memory, or lack of it. He fears losing his focus for just a moment, and then forgetting what he needed to recall so desperately. He is diligent to the point or paranoia, untrusting of his own mind despite having overcome the initial obstacle. This comes out in a constant need to work, as if throwing his entire being into motion will make it so he never has the chance to forget. He never leaves his journal and watch behind, keeping them as a small comfort to his anxiety.[/size][/center][/columns] [columns][center][size=4]However, Rimeth is not all fear, nor is he all pity. He spent far too long wallowing, and became angry as a result. To attach a metaphor to it, his pity and fear were coal, compressed into a diamond sharp enough to cut the thickest of skins. Rimeth is angry at much in the world; at his luck for leaving him high and dry, at the world for taking what is treasure most by all, and at himself for allowing it to do so. Logically, he knows it is irrational and useless, anger can no longer get him anywhere, it will not bring him to some higher plane or allow him to smell the world around him, but he cannot let go of it. It simmers and sometimes it spits, sharp tongued insults that rival Helios’ own. Thankfully, the Wildclaw knows he speaks out of exhaustion for other means of expression, and the two continue to be friends. The only other dragon Rimeth shares a friendship with would be Scorn, who shares his pain of memory loss. Though the Pearlcatcher does not suffer amnesia to the same extent as Rimeth, he shares the pain, understands the difficulty of not recalling something you were doing. The two do not see much of each other in their walks of life, but they make time to visit, to try and create something for Rimeth’s sake. To Rimeth, Scorn is a hope that one day he may recall something, that maybe he won’t forget.[/size][/center][nextcol] [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=192055&tab=dragon&did=9750092][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/97501/9750092p.png[/img][/url] [center]Helios: Friend[/center] [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=192055&tab=dragon&did=43297843][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/432979/43297843p.png[/img][/url] [center]Bashiri: Coworker[/center] [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=192055&tab=dragon&did=42719744][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/427198/42719744p.png[/img][/url] [center]Scorn: Friend[/center] [/columns] [center][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/x70o1tgtwji443a/windbottom.png[/img][/center] [center][u]Art Gallery[/u][/center] [center]Colored By: [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=view&tab=userpage&id=422816]BirdeeBee[/url] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/adopt/2071755][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/511379566887960608/680686766956478541/e0814ef5-2980-4c67-a170-9502e0c90c76.png[/img][/url][/center] ----- [center][b][u]Stories and Other[/u][/b][/center]