Exeter
(#25527095)
And how I miss them too.
Familiar
Tattertail Bilworper
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Arcane.
Male Fae
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
1.03 m
Wingspan
1.58 m
Weight
1.52 kg
Genetics
Sky
Skink
Skink
Rose
Shimmer
Shimmer
Jungle
Firefly
Firefly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Fae
Max Level
STR
5
AGI
12
DEF
6
QCK
50
INT
129
VIT
9
MND
6
Biography
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Personality
Upon a first impression, Exeter seems to be extremely undisturbed by anything that comes his way. For many, this admirable impression tends to be lasting.
(You flatter me, Nacreous, or whatever remains of her. How I wish it were still true... yet perhaps I should have expected scrutiny eventually.) Exeter has proven the Clan constantly to be the strategic, organised leader who makes wise decisions, keeping everyone constantly in a productive mindset. (Corona has learnt from my mistakes; I have to admit that the system she established is greatly more benevolent.) Calm, collected in his thoughts and highly proactive, some dragons have wondered if he is an advanced magic-powered machine in dragon guise. Others, after seeing his jungle-coloured magic, suspect that he is either tainted or controlled by the Shade. (What's the difference now? I might as well be.) Those not intimidated by the fae dragon’s status and outward demeanour know better. Exeter values and trusts his clan like a family, especially his mate Peleides and his loyal friend and bodyguard, Keferia. (If I had treated them more like a family or interacted with more of them beyond professional interest, perhaps they will not curse my name now.) While too wary of being overwhelmed with interactions to act as an actual diplomat, he is very much curious and courteous while meeting with other clans, manipulating the truth at times to try and end up on good terms with them, especially they are noteworthy. (Would the apocalypse have been prevented entirely or escalate faster if I trusted outsiders slightly more?) |
(I'm proud of Teeka and Keferia for continuing on without me. Sometimes I swear they still expect me to be looking out for them.)
Only those close to Exeter could definitely say that they know him. Dryly witted and quietly full of the desire to experiment with the limits of spells to explore innovation, Exeter frequents his laboratory, masking his own desires within the desire of the clan. Despite not being the most gregarious dragon, company was very much his lifeblood. Single him out, and he will strongly request to at least have his Gloomwillow Guide beside him.
(And now I have never been more alone. It's frightening.)
Early Life
There was once a curious, sensitive fae hatchling that lingered in the remoteness of Starwood Strand. Instinctively in tune with the magical energy and environment of his birthplace, he wandered constantly, always hiding from other dragons out of shyness and caution. He never minded being alone, preferring to observe the wonders and marvel at the dangers of the forest by himself.
One day, the young fae was shot down with steel arrows and captured by a scavenging Dunhoof herd. His wounds were tended enough to tether him to life, and he was thrust into one of many cages around the herd's camp.
An unfortunate fate, for he was to be a sacrifice to the Shade.
Over countless days, he witnessed countless older hatchlings released week after week to be eaten alive by the corrupted monsters that stalk the edges of the herd's campsite, some screaming and pleading, others doing what they could to fight back. The fae would have been driven insane with hysteria like many others if not for the company of the tundra hatchling Corona in the cage next to him.
What replaced innocence was a desire to withstand and annihilate. It wasn't hard to piece together that the herd was only making sacrifices due to being threatened by Shade remnants, after all. When the time came for Corona to be released for the sacrifice, the fae could no longer contain his rage. Drawing on all the power he could, he channelled a large amount of raw magic into a teleportation spell, screaming out in agony as the magic reservoir of his soul cracked and began to crumble.
With that, all the Arcane hatchlings were transported into the heart of the Observatory.
The fae's state was immediately recognised and tended to. Magic leakage was a life-threatening defect, but a young dragon could be restored back to near-perfect health. Through months of dedicated healing sessions, the newly named Exeter was taught to suppress his emotions and to intuitively draw and manipulate power from the ley lines.
During breaks, he would escape into the Archives and read scrolls upon scrolls until he was found. As the healers became accustomed to his habits, he began setting up more and more complex magical decoys and hidden passageways to deter them, until some of the grandest scholars started keeping an amused eye on the shenanigans.
Sensing his curiosity and potential, they accepted Exeter to study in the Observatory as soon as he no longer required the aid of stabilisers to live. He refined his skills and knowledge among other scholars, refining and redefining theories until the very last minute.
After graduation, the young fae was given two choices.
He could stay in the Observatory and pursuit a topic of interest for the rest of his life, or he could found an outpost clan with a friend to truly explore his boundaries.
The choice was easy.
Exeter left the Observatory behind him with the key to Corona's sanctuary.
A budding clan was hard to manage. Exeter took up the mantle of a leader, working day and night to sort out numerous plans, backup plans, and crisis plans for his small band of dragons to execute. His co-leader, Peleides, improvised whatever he failed to cover and requested for the outpost, Clan Wonderstark, to function as a sanctuary in addition to a training outpost.
A budding clan would be hard to manage, if not for the support of friendly clans, the passionate drives of all the dragons that stayed and all the hatchlings that grew up in it.
A budding clan was hard to manage until the day it has flourished so much it no longer needed watchful care, pouring from a hollow in the Crystalspine Reaches into a clearing of Starwood Strand.
Thus the title of patriarch became just that as Exeter devoted himself to his laboratory, prioritising the furthering of his study of magic- tampering with Shade fragments, dissecting the greater horror he captured, and manipulating the very fabric of space-time. The clan meant nothing to him, save Peleides, his Coliseum team, and the mages he worked closely with.
He ignored all the danger signs, merely isolating the Starwood clearing into extradimensional space and treating himself slightly harsher than usual when dragons began dying.
Needless to say, karma struck harder than the claws of the howling, long-tortured Shade beast when it was finally released from its cage.
(-stared up at the overwhelming, radiant essence of magic amongst the sea of stardust and choked out hoarsely. "I have failed you utterly in every way- I can't support a clan- everything I studied was for nothing- I deserve no redemption- why am I still here-")
He fought as valiantly as a fighter on their last stand, dissolving tendrils of darkness and striking at the corrupted imperial-like creature amongst it. It was almost enough. Almost. He did not expect an arrow to pierce through the back of his head, to say the least.
In the heat of the moment, he let go of concentrating on the shelter spells.
(-and there he was, the parts of him that were not eaten away by Shade, sitting in the palm of the most ancient source of Arcane magic known to dragonkind.
"Because you're daringly studious enough to deserve a second chance, and I'm curious about your predicament," the Arcanist hummed.
The stardust began to splinter-)
As the Shade tendrils struck through him, ice-cold and burning all at once, his scales tingled and fizzled against the expanding dimensional rift like he had tumbled into a vat of acid. With the same power he used to cast his first teleportation spell, he called out...
(-had no time to process what it meant as time and space shattered around him-)
...and inky nothingness overwhelmed him.
(-and he woke up with a gasp amongst the Starwood birches.)
Local legends tell of an exile Archmage who haunts the most remote corners of Starfall Isles. Instinctively aware of magic fluctuations in the surroundings, he wanders constantly, leaving paranormal investigators on his trail with nothing more than crumbled scrolls of drafted equations. They say that he can only be observed on the edges of reality, out of the corner of an eye and moments before drifting into dreams, leaving him to observe the wonders and dangers of the realm alone.
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By yours truly
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By Aurax
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By Dreamson~
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One day, the young fae was shot down with steel arrows and captured by a scavenging Dunhoof herd. His wounds were tended enough to tether him to life, and he was thrust into one of many cages around the herd's camp.
An unfortunate fate, for he was to be a sacrifice to the Shade.
Over countless days, he witnessed countless older hatchlings released week after week to be eaten alive by the corrupted monsters that stalk the edges of the herd's campsite, some screaming and pleading, others doing what they could to fight back. The fae would have been driven insane with hysteria like many others if not for the company of the tundra hatchling Corona in the cage next to him.
What replaced innocence was a desire to withstand and annihilate. It wasn't hard to piece together that the herd was only making sacrifices due to being threatened by Shade remnants, after all. When the time came for Corona to be released for the sacrifice, the fae could no longer contain his rage. Drawing on all the power he could, he channelled a large amount of raw magic into a teleportation spell, screaming out in agony as the magic reservoir of his soul cracked and began to crumble.
With that, all the Arcane hatchlings were transported into the heart of the Observatory.
The fae's state was immediately recognised and tended to. Magic leakage was a life-threatening defect, but a young dragon could be restored back to near-perfect health. Through months of dedicated healing sessions, the newly named Exeter was taught to suppress his emotions and to intuitively draw and manipulate power from the ley lines.
During breaks, he would escape into the Archives and read scrolls upon scrolls until he was found. As the healers became accustomed to his habits, he began setting up more and more complex magical decoys and hidden passageways to deter them, until some of the grandest scholars started keeping an amused eye on the shenanigans.
Sensing his curiosity and potential, they accepted Exeter to study in the Observatory as soon as he no longer required the aid of stabilisers to live. He refined his skills and knowledge among other scholars, refining and redefining theories until the very last minute.
After graduation, the young fae was given two choices.
He could stay in the Observatory and pursuit a topic of interest for the rest of his life, or he could found an outpost clan with a friend to truly explore his boundaries.
The choice was easy.
Exeter left the Observatory behind him with the key to Corona's sanctuary.
A budding clan would be hard to manage, if not for the support of friendly clans, the passionate drives of all the dragons that stayed and all the hatchlings that grew up in it.
A budding clan was hard to manage until the day it has flourished so much it no longer needed watchful care, pouring from a hollow in the Crystalspine Reaches into a clearing of Starwood Strand.
Thus the title of patriarch became just that as Exeter devoted himself to his laboratory, prioritising the furthering of his study of magic- tampering with Shade fragments, dissecting the greater horror he captured, and manipulating the very fabric of space-time. The clan meant nothing to him, save Peleides, his Coliseum team, and the mages he worked closely with.
He ignored all the danger signs, merely isolating the Starwood clearing into extradimensional space and treating himself slightly harsher than usual when dragons began dying.
Needless to say, karma struck harder than the claws of the howling, long-tortured Shade beast when it was finally released from its cage.
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Current
Chameleons, voids, and creeping shadows. In hindsight, everything was so obvious. He should have actively worked to piece together the little information Nexus provided. He should have done more than create extradimensional shelters for the clan and count on his abilities to face the apocalypse in singlehanded combat. He should have never kept the greater horror. He should have checked on Nereus. (-he was everywhere and nowhere, his pain voiceless as he struggled to find himself within swirling black stardust-) The spy had successfully infiltrated the clan because of his oversight, the greater horror was released because of his oversight, Lycoris then Alice then Haematite then Peleides were gone without even leaving corpses behind because of his oversight. (-drowning as he breathed, feeling nerves and muscles and veins being agonisingly reconstructed cell by cell, yet something was fundamentally broken- there was not enough of himself left-) And he was so firm on the belief that he could successfully execute his plan on facing the angered Shade beast with an empowered vendetta against him alone that he didn't even bother unbinding the incantations that kept interdimensional spaces stable from himself, that he didn't even consider the desolation that he would feel when the spy was revealed to have been under the guise of his own son, didn't even realise what it meant when familiar scars cracked and splintered. |
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He fought as valiantly as a fighter on their last stand, dissolving tendrils of darkness and striking at the corrupted imperial-like creature amongst it. It was almost enough. Almost. He did not expect an arrow to pierce through the back of his head, to say the least.
In the heat of the moment, he let go of concentrating on the shelter spells.
(-and there he was, the parts of him that were not eaten away by Shade, sitting in the palm of the most ancient source of Arcane magic known to dragonkind.
"Because you're daringly studious enough to deserve a second chance, and I'm curious about your predicament," the Arcanist hummed.
The stardust began to splinter-)
As the Shade tendrils struck through him, ice-cold and burning all at once, his scales tingled and fizzled against the expanding dimensional rift like he had tumbled into a vat of acid. With the same power he used to cast his first teleportation spell, he called out...
(-had no time to process what it meant as time and space shattered around him-)
...and inky nothingness overwhelmed him.
(-and he woke up with a gasp amongst the Starwood birches.)
Local legends tell of an exile Archmage who haunts the most remote corners of Starfall Isles. Instinctively aware of magic fluctuations in the surroundings, he wanders constantly, leaving paranormal investigators on his trail with nothing more than crumbled scrolls of drafted equations. They say that he can only be observed on the edges of reality, out of the corner of an eye and moments before drifting into dreams, leaving him to observe the wonders and dangers of the realm alone.
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Trivia
╭━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╮  >Exeter has sustained neck wounds from numerous battles. Bandages had to be applied so many times that he ended up keeping them on as a lucky charm. When revived, he chose to make them seem like they have been filled with gold. >Despite being sorted into Starseeker initially, Exeter was not much of an astronomer, hardly studying stars, planetary positions and their effect on spell potentials. He eventually transitioned to Shatterspell to spend his time analysing and innovating components of difficult spells, especially, space-time warps. >One of Exeter's most effective spells created is granting Arcane radiation immunity to non-Arcane dragons, applied by enchanting a piece of apparel for the said dragon to wear at all times. It has saved many lives. >To stay awake for as long as he needed to, Exeter used to keep a small flask of Energise-enchanted tree sap gumballs on his desk. Whenever he felt drowsy, he popped into his sap pouch. It doesn't prevent him from eventually crashing. >Exeter commissioned Skink as Jade's exam to be a competent alchemist. To this day, he thinks she did a splendid job. >Exeter's original familiar Month was a Luna Mith that died after heavy wounds. Not wanting one of his closest companions to leave, Exeter -with the help of Echo- managed to capture the Mith's soul before it faded and insert it into the chassis of a Spellbound Golem. When he accepted that the former mith wasn't actually happy with staying around, he finally let go. >Exeter's first spellbook was a wind tome gifted by Peleides on Valentine's day. After his revival, he picked a smaller tome similar to the one Nereus used to carry around. >Exeter was overjoyed to be living back home after the migration to Starwood Strand until the death of several dragons in the Strand. He isolated the lair with Naliera's help in a time bubble dimension, making it inaccessible to outsiders unless they pass through rune-charmed gateways. ╰━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╯ |
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by yours truly
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