Myth
(#27090097)
Level 1 Imperial
Familiar
Octavious Colossusbane
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Energy: 49/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Arcane.
Male Imperial
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Personal Style
Apparel
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Measurements
Length
31.84 m
Wingspan
18.8 m
Weight
6776.35 kg
Genetics
Wisteria
Piebald
Piebald
Lead
Morph
Morph
Orchid
Runes
Runes
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
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"What is 'nerd?' Can you use it in a sentence?" "Ahem. Nerd: You are a nerd" |
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MYTH
The Curious 
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 Favorite word: Supernova Awakened: Enchanting Goblin,  |
Myth is certainly a strange case. He's always been fascinated by time, rather than space or science, like most Arcane disciples. His studies focus mainly on the timey wimey capabilities of the Scroll Of Eternal Youth. Due to an accident with an agate of raw Morganite during his hatchlinghood, he doesn't seem to have aged since his adolescence. He doesn't mind too much, except for that he is now permanently smaller than any of the clan's other Imperials, which he gets teased about a lot. He once was followed everywhere by an Enchanted Goblin named Pixie, who the Arcanist sent to keep an eye on Myth, and report back on his "Eternal Adolescent" condition. But the next Starfall Celebration, Pixie was called on to finally file her report, and reveal her findings to the Arcanist. She and Myth bid goodbye, and Myth definitely didn't cry notevenalittlebit. Seeing as he was now without a Familiar, she summoned him a Spirit Of Arcane, which Myth promised he wouldn't love as much as he loved her, but secretly thinks it's beyond cool. He named it Asteroid, and the nebulous little squid floats beside him, trailing glitter, and following him everywhere. Myth is also followed by a tiny orange tabby cat which he calls Curse, who is not actually his Familiar. Myth created Curse on accident, while trying to brew an Anomolous Nekomata, and now he can't get the little cat to leave him alone. Curse tips things off of tables and shelves, and Myth gets in trouble for it. Curse sprays things with unfading animal smells. Curse demands attention and then scratches you if you touch its belly. Myth harbors no love for this animal. No love at all. Myth does, however, harbor love for Kaya, the clan's main healer and professional herbalist, whom he has an enormous crush on. He knows it'll never happen, what with being a teenager forever and ever. He knows. Somehow, Myth always manages to get himself sick or scraped or whatever, so that he can go to the healer's hut and see her. She absolutely knows about his crush, but can't bring herself to care. Kaya tells him, every day, to be more careful, so that she doesn't have to bandage him up 24/7. He continues not to listen. The little Imperial is also regarded as an enormous nerd. He's really into all of the books and scrolls in Thunderstorm's library, Myth loves stories more than anything, and in fact, the reason he came to the Windswept Plateau in the first place is because Kite's Familiar, Kohl, tells the best tales of anyone he's heard before, and he simply couldn't live with himself if he didn't hear the rest of the story. Myth is also enormously superstitious, he is fascinated with their local ghost, The Specter. Almost nobody believes in it, except for him, and those who have seen it tend to deny its existence. Myth's theory is that The Spectre's charge was a lover who died, and now it patrols the Reedcleft Ascent, scaring away any who may bring the dragon's grave harm. Taking care of the altar, sweeping leaves away and bringing fresh flowers. Myth wants to find the altar, so that people wouldn't be able to deny the ghost's existence anymore. He takes a lot of pride in his theory, and is always coming up with conspiracy theories along those lines. What if the gods are working for the Shade??? 
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LORE STORIES
Specter Myth stepped out of the library, nearly losing his armful of scrolls into the passing gust. He wasn't extremely fond of the Windswept Plateau, but Kohl's stories were worth it. Maybe this time he could write fast enough to keep up, a new storyscroll would make up for his overdue books and scrolls, he wasn't seeing any other way he could make it up to Thunderstorm. The little dragon opened his wings, but before he could take off, something gigantic swept past, right in front of him. He gasped and really did drop some scrolls, they fluttered down and landed in the ocean far, far below. Could that have been? No way. No way. It had never shown itself like this before, not so conspicuously. Myth's jaw dropped. “Wonder who that was. Kite bring in another newcomer?” Rasped Reed, coming out the door behind him. “IT WAS THE SPECTER. You saw it! You believe me! You have to help me convince the others! It must have been going to the altar, let's follow it! If we can find the altar, there's no way they can deny it anymore!” Myth nearly shouted. “No way in hell, kid. Regardless of whether that thing is a ghost, it's gigantic. You don't mess with a Guardian. Especially if your theory is true, we don't want to mess around with its charge.” “We're not 'messing around' if we just go look! And we can't hurt it if it's dead. What damage could you do to a gravestone? I mean, come on. I ain't afraid of no ghost.” Reed didn't reply, she took off, and Myth huffed. He gathered his bearings and lifted off after the Specter. Or at least, the direction he thought it had gone. There was nothing there, nothing at all. The enormous dragon was stark white, and should have stuck out like a broken wing in this clear, endless sky. But the sky was completely empty. Myth felt sick to his stomach and he shivered from head to toe. His glowing runes pulsed with uneasiness, and he turned back around to face the library, slamming his eyes shut. A sudden, furiously strong wind threw him back onto the library's patio with the force of an Imperial's Eliminate. Myth scrambled inside, hyperventilating. “..... Where did my scrolls go, in such short time?” Asked Thunderstorm, but he didn't answer. Myth curled up on the floor. This would be it, he had to stop looking for this thing. This was the end. It was nothing at all like the end, that is all I can tell you. |
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