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Patron

(#144916)

Drowning In The Depths

Soul

Masked Phantom

Energy: 50/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

20.03 m

Wingspan

20.43 m

Weight

8775.98 kg

Genetics

Teal
Iridescent

Eggplant
Bee

Peridot
Opal

Hatchday

Jul 11, 2013
(10 years)

Breed

Adult
Guardian

Eye Type

Wind
Unusual

Level 22 Guardian

EXP: 969 / 136210

STR

103

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

Biography

depths of unknown: patron

The behemoth crumples. He cradles his head in his hands. Uncertainty grips his insides as he pleads to the one absent-- "Please, Minnie. Please. Don't do this."

status: deceased captain of the guards at Clan Pendulum. believed to have died sacrificing himself to restrain the late archmage minerva so a venom spell could be cast on both, instantly killing the two and freeing them of chaos' influence.

protective awkward reclusive phantom calm discerning stiff concerned

He once dreamed of the spirits of wind as tiny breezes that rolled past living dragons and sung praises of the Eleven; beings enamored with joy so much the air currents and storms could not contain it. In his dreams the Windsinger would fly with the souls of his deceased followers and lead them into a path of adventure--a truly noble goal for the nomadic members of Wind. In this dream there was no ill or vile creations. There were no Shade nor Beastclan to fear or worry over. It was only the gales to guide the spirits of the dead.

For Patron he does not know if he misses it or not. It has been a long time since he was murdered and a short time since his resurrection; being given new life in the form of a new strain of Shade that most of Sornieth had never seen before. What triggered the Shade to mutate in the first place was never something he could determine. All Patron remembers is the sensation of being ripped away from everyone he loved again and thrust back into a cruel, cold world where mortals waged war daily. The only thing that kept the Guardian moving forward was the thought that maybe-in the throes of that which switched his fate and snatched him away from his deity-such was possible for his mate, Minerva.

His love was as passionate as a spring breeze and genuine as the cool misty showers spurred by flowing, fluid air currents. Patron was adamant on finding her--if she was alive he would not lose the chance to see her once more. He would apologize for failing to protect her and he would never leave her side--not by the Shade nor the Gods; no one would hurt their family again.

He understands things sometimes; other times it is more akin to a lecture and him the student. Patron, the esteemed Captain of Pendulum's Guards, a wandering phantom and undead behemoth, is far less capable of words than he entails. He does not know what 'oblivious' means despite experiencing it first-hand. He cannot spell 'suspicious' though the feeling clings to his armor, wings, and scales on off days. Even when books are presented he shies away in his own anxiety and unease to open up and expose any vulnerability.

He knows war. He knows about life, death, and ungodly blessings. He is knowledgeable not of words but of actions that take claws over weapons and raze enemies to the ground until they are but piles of shredded flesh and tattered clothes. Patron isn't 'satisfied' when he commits such acts. He does not always remember 'satisfied' is an apt description (much less that 'apt' is a word) but he knows that whatever it is--it is not him. He isn't prone to bloodlust or provoking fights. He regrets, he reflects, and he grieves things he does not always understand.

He lives failure. A past life of a past clan of a past era all haunt his dreams, his sleep, and plague his consciousness. He isn't okay. He doesn't know how to describe how he feels beyond acknowledging his failures as a mate, a parent, and a guardian. His new life is a chance to do things over but it often feels more lonely than anything else. Between his patrols Patron lives a life of lackluster repetition. He has no answers. His wife, the one he pledged himself to and guards with his undead life, shares few and far of what she knows. The offspring Minerva produces--the Symbiote, the Shade that is not but is still Wrong--are not always ones he considers kin. He fails to bond, fails to connect, and fails to reach out to most of them.

He knows he is Patron and he knows Patron is many things. He knows not what he wants to know nor does he live how he wants to live. He is neither shell nor free but an intricate, conflicted individual who yearns for more than what he has. In the end--the books of Pendulum's Archives offers little comfort.

he/him. agender. bi. super super old but ageless bc shade wynaut.
think of him as in his late forties or early fifties? custom progen.
born coal/seafoam/tomato and scattered too many times to count.
permanent member of the lair and never leaving home again.
theme song: nothing that has happened so far has been anything we could control by tame impala
notable lyrics: i have just been waiting for the perfect time to tell you that i know.

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