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Era

(#20261644)

Level 1 Skydancer

Familiar

Nochnyr

Energy: 0/50

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Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

3.92 m

Wingspan

5.38 m

Weight

869.43 kg

Genetics

White
Poison

White
Toxin

Obsidian
Spines

Hatchday

Jan 18, 2016
(8 years)

Breed

Adult
Skydancer

Eye Type

Shadow
Common

Level 1 Skydancer

EXP: 0 / 245

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AGI

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QCK

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Biography

ERA

Head Librarian / Mate: Theta

I knew who I was this morning, but I've changed a few times since then...

Once, the study was a place of warmth and light, a welcoming refuge for those eager to set the activities of the day aside for some light reading, composing, or other such hobbies. It was a rare shelter from the harsh, howling winds of the Fortress of Ends, crafted to retain heat and deflect the terrible gale. Yet now it seems to do none of these things. There is a constant whistle floating through the air, so eerily soft that it is almost impossible to hear without complete silence. More noticeable, though, is the bitter chill that trickles through the study, infiltrating the deepest, darkest corners, all of which seem a touch dimmer than they once were.

The clan often blames Era for this change. Most dragons dislike his stony silence and blank stare and all are unnerved by his efficient, impersonal mannerisms. He hovers at the edges of one’s vision when materials are removed from the shelves, only vanishing into the dark once things are returned to their rightful place. Should archival items be misplaced, he appears in a heartbeat to rearrange as necessary, all according to a personal system. He keeps no written record of his methods, instead operating on a series of criteria known to no one but himself. This system and the time spent crafting it along with sorting materials into their proper categories renders him a living, breathing encyclopedia, capable of answering almost any question with a host of sources to further support his response. However, given the emotionless tone in which he delivers his answers, there are few dragons keen on asking anything of him when they can consult a record, log, or some other such mute resource instead.

There is a chance Era could have been less like this, less blank, less unfeeling. Maybe if his life had gone differently from the very start, he would not be so indifferent towards his children, leaving them for the clan to raise. Maybe he would not be so stoic, or quiet, or factually focused. But that other life, that maybe, was taken from him long ago by a Serthis sect. They came in the night, winding through the biting thorns of the Tangled Wood, mere shadows by the light of the glowshrooms. Fresh from the egg, they stole Era from the nest, a considerable feat given the instinctive protectiveness of his Skydancers parents. But even the love of a Skydancer for their child cannot protect again Serthis poison, and while his parents struggled through a drugged sleep, perhaps aware that their son was parting from their side, the Serthis whisked Era into the night, retreating towards their home nest in the terrible reaches of the Scarred Wasteland. Even with his penchant for cataloging, including the cataloging of his own fragile memories, Era cannot recall this event save for the lingering feeling in the pit of his stomach that Theta, his mate, has plainly identified as dread.

He remembers the experiments, though. He remembers the writhing Serthis masses rushing close, one after the other plucking his feathers, pulling his wings, poking and prodding him into terrified submission. Recalling how terror really feels is beyond him now, but he has determined it would have been the appropriate response in the situation. After the intense inspections, though, is when proper feeling failed to return. There was a darkness, occasionally illuminated by some shimmering yellow pestilence. Throat raw from coughing, sight damaged from noxious fumes, Era’s details on his surroundings are limited, and only grow more so when the merging process is concerned.

The Serthis did not take him prisoner for entertainment, nor for ransom. They desired what they themselves could not adequately possess: his magic. And they did not only seek his magic, but the magic of other dragons as well. Era was not lonely in the darkness, but surrounded by other hatchlings similarly stripped from their parents’ sides and subjected to the same horrors he was. At first, they were separately experimented on the Serthis, but when there grew too great a number of growing hatchlings, they were all toyed with together, and so they became one, melded together in a steaming pit of contagion.

They were a monstrosity. Even the legends of Emperors paled in comparison to a real conglomerate, especially one made of so many breeds. There was an Imperial’s staunch antlers, as well as the four eyes of a mirror on every head. And there were so many heads. Trying to distinguish them leaves Era with a splitting headache even now, over the course of which he shuts down in an attempt to overcome the sensation. He was all of them at one time. At least once, his memories became theirs, and theirs his. To this day, his distinctions of the others trapped in the artificial beast are limited to vague recollections of faraway nests and parents who are his and yet not his at the same time. Only Theta, his mate, also salvaged from the beast when they fled the Serthis and wandered off to die, strikes him as a separate entity, though only because he can see her. Their memories still mix, and from time to time (and much to Citlali’s fascination; the Skydancer who worked her magic to rescue them is desperate to unearth the secrets of their fusion), Era believes himself to be Theta, or even the towering amalgam. It is during these times that Malek, the clan leader, most often reasserts his wish to have them killed and frozen for the sake of science, and it is only Citlali’s intervention that has spared her cold charges.

Bio by Tues

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