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[center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/44403566][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/444036/44403566_350.png[/img][/url][/center] [center][font=cambria][size=5][b][i]@renkinjutsushis[/i][/b][/size] [size=4]Fluxir is a complicated fellow to read - or at least that's what many would say about them if they didn't know xem personally. Sometimes the way that they hold themselves and posture can intimidate others, making it a bit hard to approach xem. In spite of this, Fluxir enjoys making new friends and attentively pays attention to what others have to say while they ramble. Xe are very loving and caring, sometimes being compared to a protective parent who has just spotted their child holding something even [i]remotely[/i] dangerous. Xe rarely doesn't [i]not[/i] stand up for their loved ones, for they are close to xyr heart. Simply put - Fluxir will not stand for any form of injustice. In their their freetime, xe enjoys painting and embroidery, finding it a nice way to destress and focus their energy into something entertaining and productive. Also, they don't make it very obvious, but xe are [i]very[/i] good at cooking and baking - their brownies are the best, many would say![/size][/font][/center]
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@renkinjutsushis

Fluxir is a complicated fellow to read - or at least that's what many would say about them if they didn't know xem personally. Sometimes the way that they hold themselves and posture can intimidate others, making it a bit hard to approach xem. In spite of this, Fluxir enjoys making new friends and attentively pays attention to what others have to say while they ramble.

Xe are very loving and caring, sometimes being compared to a protective parent who has just spotted their child holding something even remotely dangerous. Xe rarely doesn't not stand up for their loved ones, for they are close to xyr heart. Simply put - Fluxir will not stand for any form of injustice.

In their their freetime, xe enjoys painting and embroidery, finding it a nice way to destress and focus their energy into something entertaining and productive. Also, they don't make it very obvious, but xe are very good at cooking and baking - their brownies are the best, many would say!
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@yongseung [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/84481789][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/844818/84481789_350.png[/img][/url] Shadowkiss will readily and easily admit that she loves sweets, and would rather take her tea loaded with honey than without. Having a nicely sweetened cup of tea to watch a particularly stunning sunrise or sunset is easily one of her favorite things to do.
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Shadowkiss will readily and easily admit that she loves sweets, and would rather take her tea loaded with honey than without. Having a nicely sweetened cup of tea to watch a particularly stunning sunrise or sunset is easily one of her favorite things to do.
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[center][font=the dark titan classic][i]@KoenigVII[/center] ----- [columns][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/78693349][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/786934/78693349_350.png[/img][/url][nextcol][font=the dark titan classic]blaidd can easily be described as a snob. he's a clan guard, and he values his work, of course, but if it weren't for the praise he definitely wouldn't be where he is. despite his contentious nature and, honestly, mediocre battle skills, he's respected for his intelligence in spatial awareness that allows him to lead his allies through even the murkiest of forests. never has he stopped to look at the glowing mushrooms or suspicious lights, when he's on duty he's as focused as ever, perhaps that's another factor to explain why he struggles to make friends. since he's not always available he has dedicated much time to mapping out the surrounding terrain, even taking care in leaving notes for any spots worth caution. once his work is done he is rarely seen outside, he'd of course rather spend his time in his den admiring his many trinkets and jewels. it's best not to let his somewhat egotistical statements get to you, for as long as he is provided shelter by the clan his loyalty remains unwavered.[/columns] ----- [center][font=the dark titan classic][i]next person: any dragon without a bio is fodder if you want a blank slate, [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/70143417]naoise[/url] and [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/59463009]nimueh[/url] don't have decided personalities :]

78693349_350.png blaidd can easily be described as a snob. he's a clan guard, and he values his work, of course, but if it weren't for the praise he definitely wouldn't be where he is. despite his contentious nature and, honestly, mediocre battle skills, he's respected for his intelligence in spatial awareness that allows him to lead his allies through even the murkiest of forests. never has he stopped to look at the glowing mushrooms or suspicious lights, when he's on duty he's as focused as ever, perhaps that's another factor to explain why he struggles to make friends.

since he's not always available he has dedicated much time to mapping out the surrounding terrain, even taking care in leaving notes for any spots worth caution. once his work is done he is rarely seen outside, he'd of course rather spend his time in his den admiring his many trinkets and jewels. it's best not to let his somewhat egotistical statements get to you, for as long as he is provided shelter by the clan his loyalty remains unwavered.

next person: any dragon without a bio is fodder
if you want a blank slate, naoise and nimueh don't have decided personalities :]

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[center]@Rocki [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/59463009][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/594631/59463009_350.png[/img][/url] Nimueh has a mixed reputation in the teahouse she works at. Not to say she's a distraction- no, her calm and languid disposition makes her popular among guests. Her gladeboughs are also used for a specialty blend of tea that has similar calming effects. The biggest issue with Nimueh, rather, is between her and her coworkers. Those prized gladeboughs of hers shed absolutely [i]everywhere[/i]. On the bar, on the floors, the couches and pillows... some unfortunate dragon has to clean up after her seemingly everywhere she goes. This has led to many workers grumbling about Nimueh behind her back, but her tea is just too popular with customers to give up. In the end, the teahouse has no choice but to keep her happy there. The one time someone yelled at her, the gladebough tea turned out sour for days.
@Rocki

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Nimueh has a mixed reputation in the teahouse she works at. Not to say she's a distraction- no, her calm and languid disposition makes her popular among guests. Her gladeboughs are also used for a specialty blend of tea that has similar calming effects. The biggest issue with Nimueh, rather, is between her and her coworkers. Those prized gladeboughs of hers shed absolutely everywhere. On the bar, on the floors, the couches and pillows... some unfortunate dragon has to clean up after her seemingly everywhere she goes. This has led to many workers grumbling about Nimueh behind her back, but her tea is just too popular with customers to give up. In the end, the teahouse has no choice but to keep her happy there. The one time someone yelled at her, the gladebough tea turned out sour for days.
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[center]@enomis used his baby plans as the image c: if you like it feel free to use! Just credit me please. Totally okay if it's not your thing [emoji=autumn tree size=1][/center] --------------- [columns][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/84569589][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/preview/dragon?age=0&body=56&bodygene=35&breed=17&element=9&eyetype=3&gender=0&tert=164&tertgene=36&winggene=27&wings=159&auth=1b2200111ad32d73861d27dd8f009fc6b80c99f9&dummyext=prev.png[/img][/url][nextcol][size=2][i]Prunus × blireiana, (aka Blireiana), the purple-leafed plum or double-flowering plum, is an ornamental flowering plant hybrid in the genus Prunus. It is a cross between the Japanese apricot and the purple-leaved plum cultivar Prunus cerasifera 'Pissardii'.[/i] Blire is an odd case of draconic mutation, where his abilities resemble those of a different flight more than his own. Born in Arcane but attuned to Nature, the blossom-covered gaoler is perfectly adapted for life in both territories and has a few tricks up his sleeve to aid him. The flowers covering his body (which smell sweet and are most likely real flowers from the same genus as his name) plus the patterns on his fur make him virtually invisible when hiding amongst Arcane flora- the fur resembling bark and his mane blending in like it was made of leaves itself. Even his eyes melt into his surroundings- but some think that they possess a slight degree of hypnotics, so that- when spotted- the eyes affect the viewer with slight amnesia (roughly the past 10 seconds) and allows Blire to escape unseen- a nod to his arcane magical heritage. [/size] [/columns] [center][img]https://www.torbaytreefarmers.com/pics/large/66-2.jpg[/img][/center] --------------- [b]Next person[/b]! please only pick from these tabs, preferably ones with less lore ^^ [LIST] [*][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/lair/348859/1487644/2?name=&type=undefined] Ysbraviar (page 2)[/url] [*][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/den/348859/1257060?name=&type=undefined]July 27th[/url] (page 1) [*][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/den/348859/1592674?name=&type=undefined]Specials [/url](all 3 tabs) [/LIST]
@enomis
used his baby plans as the image c:
if you like it feel free to use! Just credit me please. Totally okay if it's not your thing

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Blire is an odd case of draconic mutation, where his abilities resemble those of a different flight more than his own. Born in Arcane but attuned to Nature, the blossom-covered gaoler is perfectly adapted for life in both territories and has a few tricks up his sleeve to aid him. The flowers covering his body (which smell sweet and are most likely real flowers from the same genus as his name) plus the patterns on his fur make him virtually invisible when hiding amongst Arcane flora- the fur resembling bark and his mane blending in like it was made of leaves itself.

Even his eyes melt into his surroundings- but some think that they possess a slight degree of hypnotics, so that- when spotted- the eyes affect the viewer with slight amnesia (roughly the past 10 seconds) and allows Blire to escape unseen- a nod to his arcane magical heritage.
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@KyuuBird [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/53924351][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/539244/53924351_350.png[/img][/url] Rivergold is old. Her clothed talons sag like a pinched leather bag and her eyes droop only a moment too slightly, and yet, she remains an ever-beauty behind the crumpling scales and tissue behind her armor. Perhaps she still has it— no, she’d be lying if she said such a thing. No matter how many compliments she harvests from the dragons on the street, she knows the truth. Back in her prime, she wasn’t like this. Indeed, she preferred the roundness and stoutness of her nose over the snout of her newfound form. The beautiful, blonde hair that lowered to her feet like wisps of sunlight, and the slight smile that pecked upon her pinkish lips. Tricking the humans was a competition. Even with her kind dwindling in numbers, there was an incentive to have fun. So, with her dark candle in her hand, she’d find a random human on the street, coerce them with the flaming incentive of a marigold candle and watch as they came back to her home. She’d offer tea, dinner, anything to keep them entranced, any way to keep their eyes on her, on her form. On the dress they were jealous they couldn’t buy. On the cloak that concealed everything from every human. And once she sat down the suspiciously delicious meal, she’d start a conversation. It starts off simple. When she was young, the weather always worked. Eventually, they’d stop looking at their food and towards her. Eyes attentive, mouths moving slightly with every chew. She’d act engaged in their occasional comments, but add her own. At the end, she had to be the attention, or else how could she entrance them enough to become ash at her very feet? The process is slow. First, it’s the feet. They tingle so slightly and they have on sandals that they excuse it for something else. Then, their ears, thinning out between dust as the pieces of them drift onto the food. They won’t even notice when their entire left hand is gone, or when their smile is replaced by a gaped hole with dust as its only friend. Then, as they blink one more time, they collapse. [i]Splat[/i] into trillions of grains of sand, all because she was just far too kind of a host. Far too engaging. Too beautiful. And she’d get up, look down, and to her complete joy, find a gem. What mattered was the color, the consistency, the size. If she was lucky— every once in a decade— she’d rack in a Diamond a size of her palm. A kind soul, one that truly did not deserve its ceasing. More often than not, though, her collection ran on small sapphires, periodots, rubies and sometimes even talc. She’d go to the others of her own, offering deals and showing what she had. Representations of souls long past. It was a competition, then, a friendly fire of humble bragging and asserting dominance over all of those who dared to think they were better than her. They named her something. What was it? Duchess? No. Queen? No. God? … Something more than that. Now what was she? Practically an elder. She tries occasionally, to do the same she had before. She’ll give the passing dragon a chance to be with her, to look at her, but it works as much as an old voice box does on toys. There was a time where she was feared, where women of her beauty were seen not as a pretty face but a deal of caution among others. Now, she’s a walking spectacle. A joke. And she’ll never be as she should be. Never again. She’ll cease before she has that chance. ___ It’ll be a lot easier for you to do dragons that already have lore, but if you want to, you can try and make some stuff from dragons w/o completed lore!
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Rivergold is old. Her clothed talons sag like a pinched leather bag and her eyes droop only a moment too slightly, and yet, she remains an ever-beauty behind the crumpling scales and tissue behind her armor. Perhaps she still has it— no, she’d be lying if she said such a thing. No matter how many compliments she harvests from the dragons on the street, she knows the truth.

Back in her prime, she wasn’t like this. Indeed, she preferred the roundness and stoutness of her nose over the snout of her newfound form. The beautiful, blonde hair that lowered to her feet like wisps of sunlight, and the slight smile that pecked upon her pinkish lips.

Tricking the humans was a competition. Even with her kind dwindling in numbers, there was an incentive to have fun. So, with her dark candle in her hand, she’d find a random human on the street, coerce them with the flaming incentive of a marigold candle and watch as they came back to her home. She’d offer tea, dinner, anything to keep them entranced, any way to keep their eyes on her, on her form. On the dress they were jealous they couldn’t buy. On the cloak that concealed everything from every human. And once she sat down the suspiciously delicious meal, she’d start a conversation.

It starts off simple. When she was young, the weather always worked. Eventually, they’d stop looking at their food and towards her. Eyes attentive, mouths moving slightly with every chew. She’d act engaged in their occasional comments, but add her own. At the end, she had to be the attention, or else how could she entrance them enough to become ash at her very feet?

The process is slow. First, it’s the feet. They tingle so slightly and they have on sandals that they excuse it for something else. Then, their ears, thinning out between dust as the pieces of them drift onto the food. They won’t even notice when their entire left hand is gone, or when their smile is replaced by a gaped hole with dust as its only friend. Then, as they blink one more time, they collapse. Splat into trillions of grains of sand, all because she was just far too kind of a host. Far too engaging. Too beautiful.

And she’d get up, look down, and to her complete joy, find a gem.

What mattered was the color, the consistency, the size. If she was lucky— every once in a decade— she’d rack in a Diamond a size of her palm. A kind soul, one that truly did not deserve its ceasing. More often than not, though, her collection ran on small sapphires, periodots, rubies and sometimes even talc.

She’d go to the others of her own, offering deals and showing what she had. Representations of souls long past. It was a competition, then, a friendly fire of humble bragging and asserting dominance over all of those who dared to think they were better than her. They named her something. What was it? Duchess? No. Queen? No. God?



Something more than that.

Now what was she? Practically an elder. She tries occasionally, to do the same she had before. She’ll give the passing dragon a chance to be with her, to look at her, but it works as much as an old voice box does on toys. There was a time where she was feared, where women of her beauty were seen not as a pretty face but a deal of caution among others.

Now, she’s a walking spectacle.

A joke.

And she’ll never be as she should be. Never again. She’ll cease before she has that chance.

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It’ll be a lot easier for you to do dragons that already have lore, but if you want to, you can try and make some stuff from dragons w/o completed lore!
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@Leaful [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/66048058][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/660481/66048058_350.png[/img][/url] Galileo isn't a ordinary, conventional dragon. The truth...is grim. He is dead, and has been dead for many years, and how wanders the lands as a rarely-seen spirit, watching dragons for centuries, and he's seen it all; the wars, the rise and fall of clans, the subtly ever-shifting lands of the flights. [i]And it's boring[/i]. Galileo was never a truly sane dragon; he's crazy, even in undeath. He manipulates, lies, and destroys. Just because it's funny.
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Galileo isn't a ordinary, conventional dragon.

The truth...is grim. He is dead, and has been dead for many years, and how wanders the lands as a rarely-seen spirit, watching dragons for centuries, and he's seen it all; the wars, the rise and fall of clans, the subtly ever-shifting lands of the flights.

And it's boring.

Galileo was never a truly sane dragon; he's crazy, even in undeath.

He manipulates, lies, and destroys.

Just because it's funny.
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@ChaoticFriendzy [img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/81249707[/img] Bobby is something of an eyesore, being so pink he literally [i]~sparkles~[/i]. Despite his bright coloration, his demeanor is less so, proving to be reclusive and unsocial - getting him to express emotions or invoke conversation is more often than not a wasted effort. He has no qualms about fastidiously grooming his mane for hours or days on end or reverting to a statue form to escape interactions he doesn't wish to participate in. He does sport a mischievous side, often sitting next to WASTEDLAND for the sole purpose of burning eyes, which may be the only time he displays any form of amusement. -Would love a headcanon about any of my dragons; some have lore and some do not. I'm not picky about who's chosen!
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Bobby is something of an eyesore, being so pink he literally ~sparkles~. Despite his bright coloration, his demeanor is less so, proving to be reclusive and unsocial - getting him to express emotions or invoke conversation is more often than not a wasted effort. He has no qualms about fastidiously grooming his mane for hours or days on end or reverting to a statue form to escape interactions he doesn't wish to participate in. He does sport a mischievous side, often sitting next to WASTEDLAND for the sole purpose of burning eyes, which may be the only time he displays any form of amusement.


-Would love a headcanon about any of my dragons; some have lore and some do not. I'm not picky about who's chosen!
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@Ember564 i like it! can i use it for their bio? (skip me)
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@Ember564 [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/26878512][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/268786/26878512_350.png[/img][/url] Apocalypse has many names and is called many names, the most well-known ones being "The Beautiful Disease", "Disgusting hecker", and "Daughter of the Plaguebringer".
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Apocalypse has many names and is called many names, the most well-known ones being "The Beautiful Disease", "Disgusting hecker", and "Daughter of the Plaguebringer".
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