Nameless
(#29161045)
Level 11 Imperial
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Shadow.
Male Imperial
This dragon is on a Coliseum team.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
22.91 m
Wingspan
17.05 m
Weight
6011.03 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Basic
Basic
Obsidian
Basic
Basic
Obsidian
Underbelly
Underbelly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 11 Imperial
EXP: 981 / 34264
STR
23
AGI
7
DEF
6
QCK
8
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
༻ N A M E L E S S ༺
Shadow of the Sovereign~
I N F O R M A T I O N - Agender It | Its Aromantic Asexual O C C U P A T I O N - N/A R E L A T I O N S - Anathema [Other Half] Sylvus [???] F A M I L I A R - N/A L O R E - Links T H E M E - The Yawning Grave Ten Sho Sho Ten Sho Howling Wind & Creepy Sounds Monster Underneath Your Bed S P E C I E S - Shadow Creature
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"There is only She Who Is Ours and We Who Are Hers and He Who She Loves; prey will not touch them. "
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A B O U T - - - - - - -
Nameless' existence has been a highly debated topic in the clan. It's only been spotted a few times by anyone other than Anathema and Sylvus. Few believe it's even real, actually, and they would be somewhat right.
Nameless can't quite be considered a living being, as it seems to be the embodiment of Anathema's powers over the dark. The entity is rarely seen in full draconic form, however; it tends to lurk around as Anathema's shadow instead. While like this, the only way to tell something is off is by the way her shadow moves out of sync with her. Perhaps it may be a bit larger as well, or be a bit too serpentine for a Guardian, or various other little oddities that you can't quite decide are tricks of the eye or not. The times it fully manifests into the material world, it takes the form of an Imperial due to the breed's size. Its form flickers and fades on occasion, and its silhouette tends to be blurry more often than not. Personality-wise, Nameless doesn't have much of one. It can somewhat rationalize and feel things, but its thought process is strange and rambling. It's mostly driven by instincts, basic animal impulses, echos of feelings from Anathema, and a fierce protectiveness towards its host and master. Anyone other than her (and Sylvus by extension) are either ignored or treated with thinly veiled hostility at best. Regardless, the shadowy entity won't attack unless it senses Anathema's approval, so the dragons of the clan are safe.
H I S T O R Y - - - - - -
Sad. The Tiny One was sad. It thought so, at least, but it did not know what sad was and could not understand it. It sensed it was Not Good, though and moved to comfort the Tiny One as best its writhing, misty form could. It wrapped tendrils of darkness around her and moaned in sympathy of the Tiny One's pain and sadness and isolation within the tangled woodlands of the Mother. With gentleness it did not think it had, the entity held its host and master and Other Half until the dreaded, cursed sun rose to burn the sky. As the dawn broke, it reluctantly retreated into the Tiny One's shadow with hissed reassurances. She would not be alone with it lurking behind her; it vowed so, and so it would make that true. Despite the Ones Who Feared It and the loneliness and the long long days of the winter and the passing of moons and stars and leaves, it did not leave her once.
At her gratitude to it and the Mother, it preened. Many moon cycles came and passed with it trailing the Tiny One, until the Tiny One could no longer be called so. She was still small to it who encompassed every corner and crack and hidden place, but no longer was she the one who cried in its embrace as the Ones Who Feared ran from them. She was a Predator and Warrior and had long grown from the small hatchling she once was. She defended her territory with a fierceness that it loved and a wildness it mimicked. But who was she? No longer the Tiny One. She was its other half. It belonged to her and her to it because she was its host and master and it was her comfort and weapon. The Tiny One was now She Who Was Its, and the entity was now It Who Was Hers. Grinning with a maw of needle-sharp teeth, It Who Was Hers flickered in a pleased manner as She Who Was Its laughed. - - - There was an outsider, Prey, in their territory. The Brazen One was in their sanctuary, in the heart of what was theirs. It Who Was Hers screeched, unheard, in outrage at the Brazen One who dared come to their sacred place. This was theirs! This was Theirs! He should not be here he should not be here he should no- Oh. Ohhh. He was not the Brazen One, but the Mad One. He wished to touch the limb that it had given She Who Was Its. The two who were one froze in confusion and shock and the thought of whoareyouwhatareyouwhyareyou. He was not one of the Ones Who Feared, oh no. It could tell that this was not an act to stop them, but a genuine bout of curiosity. What a strange creature! Interesting creature! She Who Was Its grinned in such confusion and delight that it mimicked her with glee. If the Mad One could do away with all the Not Good she felt, he could stay. If he could not, well.... It had not eaten in a while. - - - The Mad One stayed and became He Who She Loved. He calmed its master and host and heart with an ease even it could not accomplish, and that may have stung the slightest bit but She Who Was Its was happy and laughing and bright in a way that she had long left. Besides, it and her were two who were one and she would always love it best; it could tolerate He Who She Loved being counted among her precious things. It wasn't sure what to feel about the various 'clanmates' he brought back from his travels, though. It was not used to feeling so much so often and it was annoying and Not Good. She Who Was Its grinned and found amusement in his ways, so it decided to tolerate these unnecessary additions. It couldn't understand the irritating emotion it felt when they became precious things too, though.
C U R R E N T L Y - - - - - -
Nameless really doesn't do much, honestly. It follows Anathema as her shadow, of course, but rarely intervenes in anything unless it feels she can't handle it. Due to this and its lack of patience for most others, it has no job to do aside from watching over the clan's leader and stalking around the territory to track any who come in. This suits Nameless just fine; it doesn't follow dragons', or dragon-shaped beings', silly rules and expectations. It only wishes it could have a nip of the annoying lair-invaders.
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༻ N O T E S & T R I V I A ༺
Likes the word 'silly' and uses it extremely often. Sometimes uses it so much it stops sounding like a word to any that hear it.
Has a... disjointed way of speaking and phrasing things. Pauses in weird places, repeats things, and seemed to place emphasis on certain words (sometimes at random). Also comes up with weird turns of phrase and describes things strangely.
Rarely, if ever, calls others by their names. Tends to use epithets instead, or call others 'prey' if it deems them unworthy of naming.
Refers to itself as 'We Who are Hers/Yours'. Also uses 'we', 'our', 'us', etc when referring to itself. Calls Anathema 'She Who Is Ours' and Sylvus 'He Who She Loves'.
Tends to mimic Anathema sometimes, either in movement, emotion, or words. Usually in emotion though; they end up creating a sort of feedback loop and boosting each other's emotions to sometimes dangerous levels because of their connection.
Rarely does anything unless Anathema wills it. The only thing it does by its own volition is scouting and stalking trespassers so it can report their actions back to Anathema.
Calls Anathema its 'heart' and other half. Mostly the instincts and power of the duo, while Anathema the emotions and control. If it wasn't connected to Anathema it's likely that it wouldn't feel much of anything and would just give in to instincts and a feral rage.
Doesn't have a good grasp on its emotions and has a hard time articulating what it's feeling. Refers to anything it feels that it doesn't like as Not Good (which includes: jealousy, annoyance, hurt, apprehension, etc etc etc).
Doesn't realize but is slightly jealous of Sylvus and Anathema's familiar. Sometimes takes on the form of a Fae or Smoky Bantam Fangar as a result and sulks until Ana pays it attention.
Reluctantly attached to Sylvus. Would rather eat itself than admit it, though.
Always, always hungry and spoiling for a hunt.
Likes the word 'silly' and uses it extremely often. Sometimes uses it so much it stops sounding like a word to any that hear it.
Has a... disjointed way of speaking and phrasing things. Pauses in weird places, repeats things, and seemed to place emphasis on certain words (sometimes at random). Also comes up with weird turns of phrase and describes things strangely.
Rarely, if ever, calls others by their names. Tends to use epithets instead, or call others 'prey' if it deems them unworthy of naming.
Refers to itself as 'We Who are Hers/Yours'. Also uses 'we', 'our', 'us', etc when referring to itself. Calls Anathema 'She Who Is Ours' and Sylvus 'He Who She Loves'.
Tends to mimic Anathema sometimes, either in movement, emotion, or words. Usually in emotion though; they end up creating a sort of feedback loop and boosting each other's emotions to sometimes dangerous levels because of their connection.
Rarely does anything unless Anathema wills it. The only thing it does by its own volition is scouting and stalking trespassers so it can report their actions back to Anathema.
Calls Anathema its 'heart' and other half. Mostly the instincts and power of the duo, while Anathema the emotions and control. If it wasn't connected to Anathema it's likely that it wouldn't feel much of anything and would just give in to instincts and a feral rage.
Doesn't have a good grasp on its emotions and has a hard time articulating what it's feeling. Refers to anything it feels that it doesn't like as Not Good (which includes: jealousy, annoyance, hurt, apprehension, etc etc etc).
Doesn't realize but is slightly jealous of Sylvus and Anathema's familiar. Sometimes takes on the form of a Fae or Smoky Bantam Fangar as a result and sulks until Ana pays it attention.
Reluctantly attached to Sylvus. Would rather eat itself than admit it, though.
Always, always hungry and spoiling for a hunt.
༻ A C H I E V E M E N T S ༺
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