Ginko
(#13341453)
Everything is only as it is | he/him
Familiar
Terra Tortoise
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Male Wildclaw
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5 m
Wingspan
5.71 m
Weight
606.9 kg
Genetics
White
Iridescent
Iridescent
White
Peregrine
Peregrine
Silver
Okapi
Okapi
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Wildclaw
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
8
AGI
9
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
6
Biography
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"Do not allow yourself to be blinded by fear or anger. Everything is only as it is." ╰━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╯ He had a different name once, a different story. He still remembers the past from time to time in dreams, but the memories always fade from his mind the moment he awakes. Perhaps, in the end, it’s best not to remember. Alkaloid was born to a nomadic clan of Ice dragons who resided on the frigid floes. They were always moving across the desolate landscape, searching and hunting for food. Seafood and meat were plentiful and the clan caught insects from time to time, but plants were always scarce. It didn’t matter much since none of the dragons residing in their clan ate plants, but Alkaloid still sought them out. Sometimes he would find pure white flowers blossoming on the tundra, their frail petals piercing through the blanket of ice and snow. Alkaloid began collecting whatever plants he could find, pressing their petals and leaves into a book to preserve them. He wondered about other lands and what kind of flora he could find if he just traveled a little farther from home. “You’ve been gone for hours with no food to show for it!” Alkaloid’s mother would snarl when he returned. He was always disappointing his parents. They had high hopes when he hatched for he was meant to be a strong Wildclaw who would fight and hunt and lead the clan. Instead, Alkaloid was a daydreamer with little interest in fighting and mediocre hunting skills. He never showed his parents the plants that he gathered, fearful that it would only disappoint them more. Of course, Alkaloid couldn’t keep his secret forever. His parents discovered his book and his mother’s claws paled as she grasped it tightly. “What is this!?” she roared, “no self-respecting Wildclaw collects plants! You are no son of mine”. Alkaloid’s father attempted to calm her, but Noelle would hear none of it. She lunged at her son, leaving a jagged laceration across his shoulder as she chased him from the clan. “You are not welcome here anymore!” The rejection was painful, but it also freed Alkaloid to travel and explore as he pleased. He left the Southern Icefield behind, wandering through the various regions of Sornieth as he collected plants to press into his book. The book’s pages were nearly full of dried specimens and notes when Alkaloid arrived at the Tangled Wood. He was cataloguing plants in the Foxfire Brambles when he stumbled upon it; a clearing in the woods surrounded by trees and filled with flora unlike anything that Alkaloid had seen before. There were roses lining the sides of the clearing, but their flowers were dark, nearly the color of midnight. Then there were the trees that grew in neat rows as if they were part of meticulously tended orchard. Fruit hung from the branches of each tree, but it was not like the fruits that Alkaloid had sampled elsewhere. He wandered closer and passed the line of trees that marked the edge of the clearing as he inspected the unusual leaves and flowers. “Looking for something?” a voice came from behind. Alkaloid jumped, startled by the noise, and dropped his book, which landed on the soft grass with a dull thump. The stranger was another Wildclaw with a pale white hide and dark runic markings that flashed across his scales. He picked up Alkaloid’s book carefully, glancing at the open pages for a moment before passing it back to the other Wildclaw. “You have quite the collection. But I suppose you’ve never seen anything like these before” he said, gesturing to the clearing and the myriad of unusual plants that it contained. “N-no,” Alkaloid said, “I don’t suppose I have”. The other dragon smiled, “well then, welcome to my garden”. He was called Nhainnse, and he nodded with a smile when Alkaloid asked to take a few cuttings from the unusual plants to press into his book. Nhainnse offered Alkaloid fruits and flowers from his garden. It seemed nice at first. . . that is until Alkaloid attempted to leave. Where the entrance to the clearing had been, there was now only a continuous line of trees, their trunks pressed so tightly together that passing between them would be impossible. “What’s going on?” Alkaloid questioned, but Nhainnse only smiled, his grin now sharp and mischievous. It was already too late. Nhainnse held a bottle in his claws, tapping the glass gently with a curved nail as he engraved into its surface. If Alkaloid had been paying more attention, perhaps he would have noticed that the fay was writing his name. The bottle was for him and when Nhainnse uncorked the lid, the WIldclaw was simply pulled inside. His soulless body slumped to the ground where it rested in a bed of white flowers that slowly grew into the flesh and rooted themselves along his spine. Alkaloid’s soul remained trapped inside the bottle for many years. To him, however, it felt like centuries and over that time he began to forget. He forgot his parents and his past. Eventually, he even forgot his name. It was when he forgot his name that the bottle shattered. It was designed to contain Alkaloid, but that dragon was long gone. The Wildclaw that emerged woke up in a garden with his form covered in plants. He was tired, but he forced himself to get up and run as far as he could. Perhaps he felt that there was something he needed to escape from, but he couldn’t remember what it was. Existence was painful after that. The plants that grew from the Wildclaw’s back wrapped tightly around his spine and sometimes he felt as if thorny brambles were slicing at his innards. When the flowers bloomed, they also emitted a smoke-like pollen that revealed the outlines of creatures normally invisible to the eyes of mortals. No one is sure how the nameless Wildclaw found his way to the Cathedral, but he claims that he was guided here by unusual beings that no one else could see. “They’re called strangers, yokai, mushi,” he would say, “ they have many names”. “And what about you? What is your name?” dragons asked, and the Wildclaw would shrug. “Perhaps I’ve had other names as well, but you can call me Ginko”. These days, Ginko tends the Cathedral’s expansive grounds and many dragons say that there is not a single plant that he cannot grow. Indeed, the Wildclaw's gardens are always beautiful; collections of plants from across Sornieth and a few that seem as if they were taken from another realm entirely. Ginko still carries a book with him. Many of its pages contain dried cuttings and notes about plants from across Sornieth. The latter pages, however, also catalogue a myriad of strange creatures that the majority of dragons cannot see. Snowy Owl: Evolved to walk and fly silently through the snow, these dragons are most at home upon the tundra where they often remain isolated, only stumbling upon others of their kind on rare occasions. |
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