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This is Dinyxr, or Din, as everyone calls him. He was exalted off toward the ranks of the Tidelord and has been journeying for a year now. Din was raised by rather demanding parents that punished him when ever he failed at something, and as a result he gradually became a shy and secluded introvert. He was the so-called "runt" out of a rowdy clutch of five, and as his parents saw no potential in him, his parents neglected him more. Din watched as his brothers and sisters rose through the battle ranks as his clan's finest warriors, whereas he stayed at the very bottom. He watched as they led tides of dragons into war with the beastclans, while he was sent to the back to tend the injured soldiers. He followed them as they were pulled into their new glorious lives, and away from his gloomy one.
Once, his clan leader even contemplated the idea of sending him as a spy into enemy lands, because he was
that disposable. The agreement was supported by the whole clan until one of his siblings snobbishly interjected that he would get caught in no time at all, and probably would give away all the secrets too. Din felt angered at how everyone saw him, but they were right in a cruel kind of way. Would he even survive a day in enemy lands? Throughout his whole life he was told that he was completely useless; a piece of forgotten trash that barely existed. So when he was picked to be exalted from the clan, Din was ecstatic. He asked his father why the tribe leader chose him. The answer the mirror dragon got was different than he expected. The answer was completely opposite of the dream he fantasized.
"Because your a useless, rankless, extra mouth to feed from our already depleting food supply," His father stated with a emotionless voice. "You never hunt without scaring the animals away. You never fight without getting knocked out by one hit. You're worst than a jack-of-all-trades. Your inadequate at everything."
Inadequate. If there was one word to describe Din's life, it would be inadequate. Inadequate for battle. Inadequate for hunting. Inadequate for exploring, for trading, for caretaking, for cataloging, inadequate for every job the clan had to offer. In the end, he was inadequate for life.
Din was unceremoniously tossed out with nothing but his own malnourished body and a broken heart. The mirror dragon quickly fled the Sea of a Thousand Currents and arrived at the border between the Scarred Wasteland and Dragonhome. There, he fashioned a mask made of a bird skull adorned with feathers and beads, as well as two armband to match it. He salvaged some cloth and wrapped in around his tail so it wouldn't hurt so much if he accidentally whipped it into something.
Having too many bad memories about losing in sheer strength, Din took up the staff of magic and healing. He learned to meditate and conjure up elemental bolts, and mastered the manipulation of healing waters. At first, it was a pride that he would soon return to his home clan and show them his new skills that drove him to practice, but after a couple weeks all that remained was his passion to take up the magical arts. He has attached beads made out of the Discipline Ability Stone to his apparel and can conjure up to 60 breath when he meditates. Din still was a horrible defense, so he likes to hide and bombard the enemy with moves rather than confront them face-to-face. So far, his favorite hideout areas are in trees.
Din owns a really loyal Chimera that will. without hesitation, attack anyone who has even scratched his hide. Din appreciates his familiar's loyalty, and feels that he wouldn't have survive without her.
(That's it for now! I would like to submit two, but so far everybody's only submitted one...)
