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Apollo

(#3497107)

Level 1 Coatl

Rochambie

Light Sprite

Energy: 47/50

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Measurements

Length

8.53 m

Wingspan

8.96 m

Weight

861.04 kg

Genetics

Banana
Iridescent

Banana
Shimmer

Banana
Crackle

Hatchday

May 15, 2014
(9 years)

Breed

Adult
Coatl

Eye Type

Light
Common

Level 1 Coatl

EXP: 0 / 245

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Ra
Kela

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Biography

A P O L L O

Strategist and Light Representative

B I O G R A P H Y

"Imp. Lecher. Devil's Kin. Unearthly Son. Living Light."

All of these Apollo has been called, and all of them he is.

Apollo was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, and unfortunately it never left for the better. He hails from the Hewn City, the one area of Light that escapes the Weaver's warm embrace. Contrary to popular belief, life wasn't necessarily hard for the young Coatl. In fact, he was a celebrated hatchling and citizen for being born amidst the the tainted mists of the ruined city with such bright beautiful plumage, a blessing of good luck and fortune amidst the Coatl population.

Athough he is young (~24 human/appearance wise), he has a lot to boast for and boy does he boast. Daily. It's awful. The only person worse than him in the clan is Darius and that is a very...worrying statement if you've ever met Darius. In fact, the only thing that separates the two is that one operates with logic while the other does not see any rhyme or reason in his actions. He’s quite two faced, hiding his true sleazy zoot suit ulterior motives with his baby like looks (he’s perfected it since he was little). Despite his actual nature that only Darius, Diablo, Opalina, and Whirlpool knows, he’s a clan favorite due to his short stature (he’s around 4′ 8″ where Marici is 6′ 3.5″) and ‘innocent’ appearance. He uses this to his advantage to lower other's guard around him, except for Opalina who is known to make rather snarkily sweet remarks about his actual intentions and interests.

Apollo functions and acts much like if he was a host who in actuality was a fearsome mob boss (Surprisingly no one questions his taste in ear jewelry or his rose tattoo even though he keeps up a guise of the perfect cherub…). Despite defecting from his territory, his reaches infect the underground as well as the most well known bankers in the territories. Such is expected of a prominent figure with a virtual cult following. The only other individual that could rival his connections would be Shezmu, who as expected, hates every fiber of his being and vice versa. Where Shezmu uses his robotic calculatory measures, Apollo uses a hauntingly deadly mix of silver tongued quips and sly threats. Couple this with his true 'face' (both literal and figurative) and he's quite a force to be reckoned with, even more than the other Coatl.

H I S T O R Y

"Dear diary,
The boss decided that it would be nice to write about our lives before we came to this fiery pit that smells of ripe sweat dripping down the bodily crevices of brainless metalworkers and is filled with the mindless humming and chattering of the feathered drones that are positively annoying to even fathom listening to. Yay me. I should have Marici be writing this I mean her job pretty much is living for me and breathing to solely be able to listen to my word. I can't blame him for wanting this intro though I mean...my life is awesome...no scratch that, I am awesome. I mean who wouldn't want to read about me? Born and bred practical royalty, my own pleasures given to me as if I couldn't live without them, fluent in all languages of the realm, #1 in Converts, Alliances, Management, etc. etc. I mean the list goes on and on and on. But anyway...I'm gonna start with a summary and come back to this later."

"I was born in what we over in the high courts with the gangly old hag call, in family friendly terms, "the place where the sun don't shine" of the Sunbeam Ruins. I mean it wasn't bad at all, great thing about being born in a cursed place with my looks is that you're treated like a god, but it was so...limiting. And my parents knew that. Everyone knew that. So when I was a couple of weeks old I went to go see the Promenade for the first time.

And good god was it beautiful.

I won't go into the details for this just yet, but basically it was boarding school for me. Co-ed. Living the life. Even though I wasn't back in the country with all the hicks worshiping me as some gift, nothing really changed. School wasn't hard in the slightest. I got recommended from primary, to junior, yadda yadda and even when I got my job as supervisor for the new Light wannabees, the bourgeoisies who decided that they were too rich to continue in their run of the mill town and wanted a slice of the high life. Marici would probably say that I did it by the blessing of the Weaver and I was her 'chosen child' or something but c'mon...are we really going to believe that? Not even Rochembie does and she was created by the hag for god sakes. Nah it was all me and nothin' but me. Anyway...."

"So fast forward a couple years and I'm sitting pretty on the awards and the name I made for myself. I wasn't a mere office worker any longer...no I handled the biggest of the big. The Dom Teams, the Converts, the rare time when some other hag went out of her way to mess with ours and we needed a war? All me. And it was the best time of my life. And then I decided to get out of the office with the maps and the little models of troops and come directly on the field. And did I not like it. I mean...hearing about the glory of the battle in the Herald is one thing but seeing all the gory details of the blood, guts and mud is another. And then there were the sacrifices. I mean this was stressful for me, my plumage was even fading even after I brushed off the char that traveled through the air from the bodies set on fire. That's when I met these kooky freaks. I can't complain honestly, I mean they're a pretty good bunch but they can't be remotely refined for anything. It's embarrassing. I hate them all. But ehh you take what you can get. At least Marici seems like to like 'em. But well I guess this is it for a summary. Next time I pick this up will be when I start telling you all the real low down of the story of moi. So please. Hold your breath until it comes out."

~x~ Full History Diary Coming Soon ~x~

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