Gaelan
(#38799263)
Not For Sale
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
31.91 m
Wingspan
19.22 m
Weight
6919.37 kg
Genetics
Stone
Poison
Poison
Blood
Shimmer
Shimmer
Peacock
Capsule
Capsule
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
Model Citizen,
Fearsome Prince.
“I, am a Prince”, he chimes.
They reply; “A Prince of what?” To which, he speaks no answer.
It isn’t easy, to know the truth.
The truth, that his father, his mother, possessed no real kingdom yet. His father garnered loyalty among the shady, and wooed the public with his son’s fighting, usurping Fen from his place as champion with surprising ease and ferocity, but it was a long road, to possess a seat like the one that Mars held. He and Fen get along fine, aside from an evident rivalry on the field - Fen’s dark fire was borrowed, a mere shadow of the power that Mauram passed down to his son by bloodline alone. But did it much matter, really, when neither were fully sure of Mauram’s intent? For now, he would linger among the Ghosts, waiting for a family name that would soon come. |
Gaelan plays a role as a magician, a master of gilded fire, fire that reflected the light of the heavens. And, most peculiarly, he lives aboard the ship docked within the Depths, rather than in a house of the Depths themselves. Really, he almost considers himself more a part of the clan than a citizen of the city, but he awaits the family name that his father is soon to earn, a faction within the Depths to call his own, should he choose. He is of noble blood, after all. Mauram expects a lot of him, and his mother looks at him with pride... or something resembling it, at least. Cruel, greedy pride is some sort of pride, at least. As a secret, unwanted gift from his bloodline, pit of darkness bubbles in his gut, and he does try his best to ignore it. It’s a voice, a feeling, a pain, a prompting - it changes, and it urges. The things he finds himself craving are... far beyond his realm of comfort. Blood. Sacrifice. Bargains for life debts, and the taste of flesh - he wants none of it, but this... thing - does... And it wants so much more. He finds himself the unwilling culprit of halfhearted attempts, killings stopped just shy of the blow, upon the sleeping forms of those he finds himself charming left and right. He’s too young for this. So many children already, so many nearly successful tragedies. And the worst... He can’t even speak of it. Can’t ask for help - the words die in his throat the moment he intends to say them, and his hands fail him when he reaches for the pen. |
[ @Mysteries for Stone/Blood/Peacock or real close ]
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