Yadyra
(#37693268)
he / him | who allowed this man in this world
Betelgeuse
Which Waychip
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Energy: 48/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Male Imperial
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
22.31 m
Wingspan
22.2 m
Weight
9275.1 kg
Genetics
Blush
Python
Python
Rose
Noxtide
Noxtide
Crimson
Smoke
Smoke
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 10 Imperial
EXP: 20718 / 27676
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
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. determined · callous · wise .
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He could've been viewed as a deity in the glory of his precious life, six wings outstretched to the heavens, four limbs wielding a mighty blade forged with pure light while tens of eyes kept a watch over the world below and the Gods he served—but that was a thought of the past. Now his feeble wings barely bring him up to the sky, to the point where air barely fills his lungs and makes his vision cloud with darkness as claws desperately reach up to the stars and clouds ... and he falls again, just like the first time. Had he not been made of stardust and essence, his bones would've shattered into thousands of pieces when he first hit the ground—his feathers flew through the air as the ground cracked under his massive form, wings twisted and bent in unnatural angles. It hurt—it hurt so much that whimpers bubbled out of his throat and for the first time he tasted the unpleasant salt of his own tears on his tongue. A discarded Seraphim, a useless angel, a mere shell that was to rot on the mortal world. The Heavens were so far away, his wings failed to carry him back to his glory, to his reign, to immortality once more. Perhaps it is because a pair of his wings rested up there, ripped away from his form — the grandest of the three. Now two matching scars line along his spine, thankfully hidden by his other four wings that have remained. Yadyra despised it, he despised Them. They threw him out of where he belonged, looked at him like he was the dirt under their heel when all he wanted to do was become Them. The most loyal of the Seraphim, he served Them for thousands of years and look how They treat him! He deserved a seat beside the Gods, he did more work for Them than they ever did themselves—they should be under his heel. He still remembers the taste of blood in his mouth before his body broke apart. He is now living the rest of his life in an aging and vulnerable body; he remembers Them harshly telling him to keep his tongue in his mouth; if he was to mention Them once, they would tear apart his body to the very core ... the large being scoffed to himself, what can be worse than being thrown to the ground after having your very essence absolutely ripped away? Have your wings torn right off your body? It felt like he was flayed alive. Bitterness and the taste of blood rise in his throat whenever he thinks of it now, merely returning to what he was doing before. The ... "home" he has found for now is cozy, a clan that seemingly welcomed him with open arms. He was not the only "god" here, few of the dragons seemed to carry traits of the deities, carry the taint of the Shade, or have some ... unnatural qualities about them. Regardless this clan has won a small place in his hollow heart, even if it is wrapped in layers of greed—he finds some solace in seeing them interacting, even if their attempts to get him to join often fail with a short and curt reply coming from the angel. This is the best he could get for now, though he knew even with his stripped powers he could destroy them with a mere flick of his hand, if not throw them around for a while ... but his desire didn't lie there. His lips remain shut about his origin whenever anyone asks about it, merely responding that he was not part of their world—he did not fear the Gods, but that vain hope that he'd get back to Heaven fuels him to this very day, even if he has to kill every Deity on this world or rip the Shade itself apart, and he sure as all hell didn't want Them interfering because he blabbered too much about his glorious home. For now, he serves as one of the librarians of the clan and he frequently finds himself travelling around the lands, as the clan is settled in the corner between the Scarred Wasteland, the Sea of a Thousand Currents, and the Windswept Plateau, giving Yadyra plenty to take in. The fascinating thing to research is the Deities of the land and the story of the Shade that taints some of the dragons that reside in the clan. Such powerful beings ... enough to shape this world without Their interference. A power that if he grasped for himself—he may rip apart the gate to the Heavens. Countless hours are spent reading up on what history he can find about the creators and destructors of the world, an exciting spark lighting up the angel each time he eagerly scans the words, plans piling up in his head like a towering mountain. Do not doubt an angel that has killed a God; do not doubt an angel that keeps his secrets locked away behind closed teeth; do not doubt an angel that has already spilled the blood of dragons on the ground in his quest back to glory. ( But who is to know? Perhaps this whole story is a mere fabrication of his words. Perhaps there is more to this man than one knows. ) |
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Seriously, it gets very annoying! Just because you see someone grow an extra limb, it does not mean anything. - Yadyra |
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【 CONNECTIONS 】
and so bonds are made...
and so bonds are made...
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【 FAMILIARS 】
those that accompany you...
those that accompany you...
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【 betelgeuse 】 which waychip Well, at least it looks like the Which Waychip familiar, but something is quite off about this one. Yadyra is often seen talking to the familiar, and if one listens close enough, perhaps they can hear something high-pitched coming back in return from it. Why does this fae make the same noises as it? Questions about the familiar are often met with just a wry smile from the Imperial. |
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【 ARTWORK 】
beloved creative works done by others
beloved creative works done by others
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