Jack
(#30379521)
Level 19 Wildclaw
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Water.
Male Wildclaw
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.72 m
Wingspan
7.97 m
Weight
550.87 kg
Genetics
Periwinkle
Basic
Basic
Flaxen
Basic
Basic
White
Underbelly
Underbelly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 19 Wildclaw
EXP: 28765 / 104563
STR
99
AGI
9
DEF
6
QCK
50
INT
7
VIT
7
MND
7
Biography
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Jack Morrison
The Strike-Commander
_____''Never leave a teammate behind...'' Jack was found by the inhabitants of the clan one stormy night; it was a late patrol that saw the Pearlcatcher first, wandering through the brambles and woods in a state of messy, hysteric disarray. Needless to say, he caused quite the ruckus that night: badly wounded and limping, he remembered nothing of what happened to him before he was jumped by a pack of feral Mirrors deeper in the forest. The moment that he touched the bedding of the healing room, he passed out -- something that caused a panic among the dragons that had helped carry him inside. Jack had enough sense to fend off the Mirror pack, but suffered greatly in the battle -- a crack to the head made sure he was too dazed to remember his own name for a few days, and even the memories in his pearl blanked out in the patches that were lost to him. The clan worried that the male had suffered permanent memory damage, though everyone breathed a sigh of relief when Jack was able to finally recall his name one morning after much prodding and spells from the healers. |
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Notable Characteristics Has Pearlcatcher ears and mane, rather than Wildclaw feathers; flaxen-colored, cropped short like a Wilclaw crest, extremely soft Wings are leathery, and resemble a Pearlcatcher's Slightly longer arms than a normal Wildclaw, useful for wielding his weapon in battle Uses a Pulse Rifle, custom-made by a Lightning-element company; is not afraid to go claw-to-claw with enemies, however ╰━━━━♛━━━━╯ 
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With nowhere else to go, Jack settled into life at the clan with ease, though not without a heavy heart. In all his memories stored in his pearl, even from when he'd been a youngster, there had always been the presence of a snarky, charming, brown-colored Wildclaw with mischievous Earth eyes. A Wildclaw he could no longer remember the name of, could no longer remember the life of, except for the silent memories that his pearl held. He could only watch as they grew closer in a past he couldn't remember: from amicable friends, to mirrored companions, and finally inseparable lovers. It made Jack want to scream. He couldn't dredge up any memory, any scrap of recollection, nothing at all about the male he once knew so intimately that they were practically two sides of the same coin. Had the Wildclaw been with him in the forest? Was he looking for him? Had he died? Had Jack ran away for some reason that was no longer known to him? The questions clawed at his mind in a maddening flurry for months after his rescue; days, weeks, years -- those questions eventually tapered off until he could suppress them entirely, locking them in the back of his mind where they would no longer bother him. He even went as far as to go to an alchemist and bargain for a scroll to physically change his appearance to that of a Wildclaw, a few months after starting to live in the clan. He couldn't stand to stay the same Pearlcatcher from a life he could no longer remember, and though his new body was more apt at fighting with a ferocity he couldn't before, it equally pained him to become the same species that his lost lover had been. But even as a different breed, he could still access the memories of his pearl, and it wasn't uncommon to find the male laying in his room, curled around the glossy orb and staring into nothingness. Being unable to add new memories to the pearl didn't mean he wasn't still chained to the physical manifestation of his past life, and many feared that it would drive Jack even deeper into his depressive slump. With a permanently aching hole in his chest and a self-destructive drive to throw himself into anything and everything that he put himself up to -- which was mostly helping the patrols tear apart enemies in the wilds surrounding the clan -- it was not uncommon for the dragon to come back beaten and bloody, a dullness in his blue eyes that never seemed to lighten, no matter what emotion he forced onto his face. It scared a lot of the more empathetic dragons in the clan to death whenever he did this, because they knew that he had no regard for his own safety or life anymore. More than once, dragons would secretly plead to Nicolas -- the far-more-involved clan proprietor -- not to allow the Wildclaw out in the field, but even with his stern warnings, Jack didn't listen. He rose in the ranks among the patrols, and then the coliseum fighters, until finally he was taken notice of proper, and offered a position of Commander of the dragons that ventured out into the coliseum or against opposing clans. Wanting something that he could mentally and physically distract himself with so he didn't do anything stupid, Jack accepted and fell into a routine that seemed oddly... familiar to him, though why it did frustratingly eluded his mind. Even so, the paperwork and training of new-bloods was enough to keep Jack numbly distracted from himself, and that was all he could ask for. It was still subtly self-destructive in the sense that he would often go days without food or sleep just to make sure a job was done, but at least he wasn't throwing himself against enemies twice his size and coming back to the clan nearly dead from lack of self-preservation. |
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The Wildclaw sighed as he leaned over his desk, paws splayed on the wood as he stared down at the scattered parchment on the glossy surface. He hadn't slept at all in the last four days, running purely on tea that revitalized his energy. The reports of Shade-tainted Beastclans and dragons in the area had risen drastically in the past few weeks, and the entire clan was on-edge because of it, not to mention it was losing them trade business. No one wanted to venture out for fear of getting attacked, and Jack couldn't blame them much. There were those that were strong among their ranks and in the clan, but not everyone who lived there were skilled in combat. So it fell to Jack to send out small teams of those capable of fighting to keep the territory safe. And that's where he was having his damned issue: he didn't want to send anyone out in a group smaller than three, but they just didn't have enough helping paws to do that. To cover the ground that they needed, there'd be groups of two and, Deities forbid, singular dragons going out into the wilds. Any other way, and the process would take months to complete. And they risked losing dragons to the Tainted. Jack's claws dug into the wood and a strangled hiss escaped through clenched teeth. Losing anyone would be a devastating blow to their protection of the clan. And the guilt of it would tear him apart. Accidents happened, but there was always a way to prevent them. Always. The Wildclaw's flaxen-gold wings flared for a moment before settling back against his sides, the look on his face a grimaced snarl as he squeezed his eyes shut. He already had deaths on his conscious. He didn't need to add more to the list. A tentative knock on his office door caused his wings to snap back open slightly as he startled, though he smoothed his emotions as fast as they showed and made a small noise in his throat before speaking. "Enter." The door creaked only slightly as it opened, and one of his guards, an at-attention Nocturne entered with an air of importance, his armor making little sound as he moved. He stopped abruptly in front of Jack's desk with a bow, and the Commander straightened up, inclining his head towards the warrior to show he could speak. "Strike-Commander, there is a Wildclaw waiting at the gate for an audience with you. He asked for you by name." Jack twitched at those words, his wings quivering as he eyed the other warily. He rustled his wings uneasily before tucking them back against his sides, his tail swaying as he studied the Nocturne standing in his presence. The dragon lifted his head and met Jack's blue eyes steadily, watching the flickering emotions play over the Commander's face before they finally settled on a neutral look. "Best to not keep him waiting then, I suppose. Bring him through." Jack hoped the suspicion in his mind didn't leak into his voice as he watched the warrior nod and leave, door swinging shut behind him. It wasn't uncommon for those of the surrounding area to ask of him by name. He was well-known in the region as being one of the highest-ranking tacticians around, and his battle prowess was whispered from dragon-to-dragon to be unmatched but... unnatural. And that unnaturalness had garnered him some unsavory enemies. Jack blinked himself out of his thoughts and straightened up, arms folded slightly behind his back so he could adopt an in-charge posture as the Nocturne pushed the door open once more minutes later, slipping to the side to allow the stranger into the room. His gaze narrowed slightly as he took the Wildclaw in with a quick glance. The Wildclaw was normal looking, though Jack had to keep himself from raising his hackles in threat at the natural, intimidating aura the other radiated simply by standing there. What little bit of his face Jack could see seemed to be masked by a skull and overcast by a hood; his body swathed in black gear that was skin-tight and obviously made for agility and stealth, a point made clear by his silent footsteps. He currently had his arms crossed casually over his chest, though the Commander could see the tenseness in his posture, similar to Jack's own. He couldn't currently see the male's eyes, but he could feel the heaviness of the gaze hidden by shadows. Jack's gaze drifted from the male in front of him to his guard, who was dutifully standing as silent as a statue next to the still-open door. Despite the unease curdling in his stomach, he gave a small, subtle movement of his head and the warrior nodded and left, making sure to close the door behind him so the meeting would not be interrupted by anything besides a knock. Sighing out a breath of air he hadn't realized he'd been holding, he moved to sit down in the open-back chair behind him, tail snaking down onto the rug covering the stone floor. "So what is this about then?" Jack asked wearily, his observant gaze noting the aborted twitch of movement from the stranger when he spoke. "I have a rather busy schedule today, and I'd like to at least get some of my to-do list done."
{ w.i.p }
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