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Agnes

(#21735905)

Level 10 Mirror

Familiar

Obscuring Goblin

Energy: 0/50

Personal Style

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Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

5.27 m

Wingspan

4 m

Weight

413.83 kg

Genetics

Shadow
Cherub

Obsidian
Striation

Aqua
Underbelly

Hatchday

Mar 07, 2016
(8 years)

Breed

Adult
Mirror

Eye Type

Plague
Common

Level 10 Mirror

EXP: 186 / 27676

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

Biography

The Matriarch

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Occupation

Clan Co-Founder, Co-Leader, Shaman

"May all of Mother's children thrive plentifully."

Welcome. I am Agnes, Matriarch and establishing force behind the very clan you set foot in. Together with my loving husband Roy, we shelter those who are sick and aging and kindly let them lay their wary heads on our laps for as long as they wish.

Over the years we have grown to have a wonderful and diverse group of dragons from all over the world to help serve our clan and those who come to it. Cooks, cleaners, nurses, warriors, teachers... Good souls with good hearts who only wish to DO good. You look quite tired. Come... Rest yourself, have something to eat, and I shall tell you my story while you relax.

EYES OF PLAGUE, HEART OF SHADOW

Believe it or not, as devoted to Mother Plague and her excellence as I am, I actually spent most of my childhood living in a Shadow clan. That is because my parents had cruelly passed attempting to protect my hatchling self from Beastclans, and in his dying breaths, my father had entrusted me in the claws of his Shadow friend, a Coatl named Magnus.

Magnus was quite eccentric. Though I loved him with all my heart, I saw him more as a goofy uncle than a father. But nevertheless did he raise me well and loved me like his own. I never quite cared for his children, however... Sly, sneaky little devils they were. But I suppose that was normal for a Shadow dragon.

Magnus told me many stories about my parents, and how my father in particular was one of strongest exalts he had ever met. He was deathly loyal to The Plaguebringer, but he had broken one of the most sacred rules of the exalted. You see, it's generally not advised for exalted dragons to bear children, as the constant wars and battles put hatchlings at risk for being slaughtered or kidnapped. And that's precisely what led to his eventual demise... But he loved my mother, and he loved me, so that's really all I needed to know to know that he was a kind and noble man, and a big inspiration to me despite hardly knowing him.

I'll never forget Magnus and his quirky family, and all they did for me. I was introduced to a whole new world, I tried Shadow cuisine, read Shadow literature, studied Shadow religion and mythology, and learned how to hunt and fight in the darkness like a Shadow dragon (and my fittingly-colored scales came quite in handy!). For his kindness, I bore a child several years later that oozed with the same strangeness and humor Magnus did, and I named him in his honor.

However, despite all he did for me, I had to go back home. To my real home. To the Scarred Wasteland.

A NEW LIFE

Having no other known blood family than my deceased parents, I had no choice but to go to the Scarred Wasteland and live alone. But I was strong and cunning, even with a childhood spent in Shadow territory, my Plague sense of survival never died down. With my ability to walk hidden in the darkness, I became a vicious nocturnal hunter, eating and trekking across at night, and sleeping hidden within dark caves in the day.

However, while trying to find a resting spot one scorching day, I could see the faint image of fallen dragon on the ground in the blistering haze. Curious, I walked over to it, expecting to only be met with a dead body (which was sadly not an uncommon sight for me), but to my surprise, there was a balding, blood-spattered Tundra writhing in agony and sputtering as vultures and maggots picked him apart. I was horror-struck. Something about seeing a dragon in this much pain... I needed to help him. I chased away the vultures and picked every maggot clean off his body (and oh how I desperately wished I were a Spiral like my father so I could at least enjoy the taste of them), then promptly took him by the scruff and dragged him to the last cave I visited.

CREATION OF THE CLAN

He was quiet at first, and reasonably so. I couldn't imagine how terrified he was being so close to death. But thankfully, he had healed up nicely and managed to get back onto his feet again after I spent a few days gathering food for him and protecting him from any intruders. He asked me for my name, and before I could even ask him back, he desperately wanted to know why I saved his life.

And... truth be told, I didn't know. I just felt like I needed to help. But to avoid insulting him, I lied and said that I was a guardian patrolling the Boneyard for any sickly dragons to rescue. I suppose that wasn't entirely a lie, I was no guardian, but... I did want to help other dragons. Just as my father helped me. Death was something I no longer wished to see or encounter, so at the same time, I made a lie and a promise to myself. After saving him, I craved the taste of altruism. And I would seek it.

He calmed down and finally told me his name was Roy. We made some small talk about our families and found some curious similarities. His parents were exalts as well, and he too journeyed the Wasteland alone, seeking a new life for himself (though obviously it seemed he ran into far more trouble than I did). Roy was very self-conscious about himself, sobbing that he never felt like a true Plague dragon because of how weak in battle he was and how easily he had fallen. I reassured him saying that he was more of a Plagueling than the cowards who attacked him because he was smart and knew how to survive for as long as he had been.

And something about the calm, happy look he gave me made my heart flutter. His eyes were a deep crimson, like Mother Plague's own, but his fur and scales were such a contrasting blue. Now that all of his bald patches (likely torn off from battle) were starting to grow back in, I could also see that he had a lovely striped pelt. And what a strong, handsome chin! Er... Uh, point is, I felt quite enamored with him, and offered him company, since I figured it would be nice for both of us to have SOME sort of companion.

He agreed and we started travelling together, and after a while we both confessed feelings of romance, yadda yadda... The more important part is that I asked him if he wanted to help me save lives together. And being quite fond of my patience and kindness, he agreed. And as soon as we found a nice mountainside, we spent days digging out a sizable clan and forming a shelter for elderly, disabled, and sick dragons seeking sanctuary. Some... OTHER things followed as well between Roy and I, and soon enough we became parents.

LOYAL TO LADY PLAGUE

As much as I desperately wanted to be an exalt in my youth, I knew I belonged with Roy and the clan, and I decided to devote myself to Her Filthiness as a loyal priestess instead. I try my best to pray to her daily and make offerings of blood (from my food, not my own of course!) to her. And... admittedly, I even try to coax some of my hatchlings into becoming exalts for her, to do what I can't. Roy doesn't like this, and I definitely saw my wrongdoings after what happened to our eldest son.

My sweet baby Roman had identity troubles in his youth, and confessed to the clan one day that he would rather be an Ice dragon than a Plague. Most of us were very angry. I had even snapped at him... But none reacted so violently as Innes did. Innes is an old fool who we nursed back to health after being permanently crippled from a devastating battle injury, and the crazy dastard is probably the only dragon I know that was more devoted to Her Filthiness than I was.

But Innes was the wrong kind of devoted. He was a supremacist, he believed every dragon not of Plague was scum and filth that needed to be wiped off the planet (which I thought was weird considering his wife is a Light dragon... I guess his eyes were as broken as his legs). While I had simply felt that Roman was overreacting and being rude, Innes saw him as a traitor, and viciously attacked him. As any mother would, I quickly threw myself in and rescued him. And Roy... I had never seen such rage and fury in his face. He screamed, no, ROARED at Innes to go as far away from the clan as possible, and while Innes was eventually allowed to stay, Roy never quite forgave him. And neither did I.

HEARTBREAK AND HAPPINESS

Thankfully his wife was kinder than he was, and helped nurse our baby boy back to health while we worked with the other dragons. She even trained him and taught him how to defend himself, and some time later, he decided to leave our clan. He wanted to finally see the Southern Icefield for himself and do some soul-searching, and promised to eventually come back. Roy and I let him go, no longer wishing to hold him back, but we weeped and worried for him every day.

I felt like the worst mother in the world. How could I have yelled at my child for wanting to be an Ice dragon when I was raised in Shadow? I was a hypocrite and a dastard, and for a long while I felt like I didn't deserve him. But we tried our best to keep our heads up and smile, as not to worry our newest clutch of hatchlings, still mewling and barely able to walk at the time.

When Roman came back, I felt a thousand tons of weight slip away and my heart was ablaze with joy. I couldn't stop crying, Roy couldn't stop crying, everyone was crying! And my, what a strong and powerful man he was now. My sweet Roman, grown up into a mighty warrior. I just knew that with how strong and smart he had become, if Roy or I were ever to pass, he would be an even greater leader in our place. And while he never did become an exalt, he accomplished his own dreams, and that was more than enough for me.

And I had certainly learned not to force anything on my children ever again.

...And that's about it. Feeling relaxed yet? Good... Make yourself at home for as long as you want. And may Plaguebringer bless you with bountiful health and happiness.

Relationships

Roy (mate/co-founder/co-leader)

Roman
(eldest son/heir)

Cygnus (eldest daughter/apprentice)

-Items-

Favorite Item: Plaguebringer Bone Scrimshaw
Favorite Food: Duskrat
Familiar: Obscuring Goblin

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