Storm
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This is the beginning of something extraordinary.
Familiar
Hippojay
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Energy: 48/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Lightning.
Female Fae
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
1.64 m
Wingspan
1.1 m
Weight
2.29 kg
Genetics
Black
Savannah
Savannah
Aqua
Toxin
Toxin
Lemon
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Fae
Max Level
STR
5
AGI
25
DEF
18
QCK
22
INT
66
VIT
36
MND
13
Biography
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 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Just a young gun with a quick fuse, I was uptight, wanna let loose, I was dreaming of bigger things and- Wanna leave my own life behind. Not a yes, sir- Not a follower. Fit the box, fit the mold- Have a seat in the foyer, take a number. I was lightning, before the thunder- T H U N D E R  ✖ Thunder — Imagine Dragons ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 
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Storm was there from the very beginning. As a matter of fact, she was the beginning, the one who birthed Thunder Hollow both in form and principle. Under her practiced hand, a vast and fortunate city sprung to life from a handful of tents. There is no figure in Thunder Hollow's history that commands so much respect as she, and even her critics must admit a certain stubborn brilliance. She embodies all that the clan is and will become, a true figurehead. It was never her intent to seek a role of leadership. All she wanted, after a childhood full of ridicule, was to learn and explore, to see if there was goodness yet to be found in the world. The genre of natural research piqued her interest quickly and she dove headfirst into the study of zoology, a trade wherein she reinvented herself. Gone was the fearful young dragon who flinched at a raised voice; gone was the cowed child who did as others demanded because she feared what would happen if she refused. In that youth's place was a fiercely independent researcher who wanted nothing more than to make her mark on the world. In a way, she got her wish. She did not find fame in the studies she published, nor in the scientific journals she posted to the zoological community. She did not find anything groundbreaking that would warrant the admiration she craved. She was just another cog in the great machine of life, a piece of an ever-widening puzzle. Until she wasn't. It happened subtly: a word here, a story there. Acquaintances slowly drew her a map towards the place that might give her what she craved. A grey area, a careful hiccup in history. A forest fabled to be full of strange, savage creatures, a land so ripe for the taking and yet never snatched. It was the beginning of a legacy she couldn't comprehend until it lay in writing at her feet; a legend made living, an untamable land made docile. Thunder Hollow's story was the magnum opus she never thought she'd author. |
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CHARACTER Storm's character has evolved a great deal over the years. Her youth was spent as a cringing and cowardly thing, a small dragon who made herself even smaller. She flinched from conversation, from loud voices and loud presences. She did not question orders--to her, in those times, there was no talking back to those in authority. She was obedient and diligent, the perfect, studious employee. She had to be. When she first tasted freedom, it changed her. The invisible shackles around her spirit fell away, allowing her to become something better--something closer to the real, true Storm. It was a slow process, learning independence. She figured out that "no" was an acceptable answer sometimes, that she could choose not to do something if it didn't bring her joy, that the pieces of herself that she'd so long repressed weren't weaknesses but strengths, in the right sort of light. She flowered into something fierce and free. Too fierce, and too free, some might say. In her newfound freedom, she found it easy to lash out at anyone who disagreed with her. She was so tired of being walked over and talked over that she began to walk and talk over others. No-one was going to put her into a corner again, she thought. She was right, they were wrong, and she was never going to sacrifice any part of herself again. That fiery side of her dulled slowly over time, settling into a comfortably independent dragon. She became calmer, more reasonable. She learned to come down from the lofty positions she'd taken, to see the other side of conflicts. She learned to take criticism without anger or tears; she learned that opinions other than her own were not something to be furious over. Years of repression had forced her into a defiant dragon--and that wasn't what she wanted to be, really. Though a certain stubbornness remained, she learned to temper her temper. This was an instrumental change--would anyone have followed her if she remained as she was? Nowadays, Storm has retained many traits from that third incarnation. She is quiet, contemplative, a listener moreso than a speaker unless the situation warrants her input. She looks at the world through a lens of curiosity and logic, always seeking a better way forward. She thrives in her position even though it isn't one she looked for by name; in the respect she has gained through this role, she finds the fulfillment of a life-long desire to be appreciated. That will to please, that love of praise...she likes to think that the oldest versions of herself are long gone, but they linger in their own small ways. A glimpse here and there; a wild moment, a solemn one. |
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HISTORY Storm's egg was abandoned to the shifting desert sands moments after it was laid, her mother flitting off long before the hatchling inside had even a flicker of understanding as to its own existence. She remained buried in some dune or another for far longer than many would consider healthy, unable to hatch without careful tending but unable to die so utterly surrounded by the magic of her own inception. Only when a particularly fierce storm bared her egg to the eyes of an unwitting passerby did she receive what she needed to tip away from that strange purgatory. The dragon who found her could not provide in full what she needed; he was a harried, too-busy worker at an energy plant in the Lightning Farm. When he returned to work from his spoiled outing with an egg in tow, the higher-ups were all too happy to take it off his hands if it meant he wouldn't waste time raising the child inside. Her egg passed between disgruntled managers, each one just as unsure what to do with it as the last, until one unlucky executive returned from her lunch break to discover a mewling Fae hatchling squirming about in the coffee mug where she'd left the egg to sit. Though the initial consensus among the plant's higher-ups was to send the child off as soon as they couldn't be charged with illegal egg theft, the revelation of Storm's breed quickly encouraged them to spend the bare minimum of time rearing her to adulthood. Both of Sornieth's smallest breeds rarely found joy in Lightning's factories, and the guarantee of a tiny, beholden employee appealed greatly to those who saw faults in the plant's mechanics--faults which an agile Fae could fix much easier than a brutish Ridgeback. Storm was raised haphazardly, passed from office to office and employee to employee. She was considered a nuisance by all, an unfortunate side-affect of the corporate life. No-one spared her the slightest comfort or compassion; she grew up hearing about the burden she imposed on those around her, about how she would spend her adult life slaving to fill a gap in the assembly lines. The fact that she would be forever in the debt of those around her was a constant from the moment she knew how to comprehend the meaning of words, and her adolescent years were spent cycling between the feelings of guilt and fear. She was nothing and everything to them all at once, drowned in crushing expectations and torn by insignificance. It took them three years to give her a proper name. Even then, the name they gave her was nothing but an extension of their previous contemptuous epithets. "That wretched storm-child" became simply Storm, spoken in the same disgusted tone of voice. She was less than a dragon to them; she was a tool. The decision to leave was not one she had the immediate strength to make. It took a chance encounter with a stray bit of wildlife in one of the energy cores to remind her that something existed outside the tiny life she knew--a world so vast and free and wild that she couldn't even comprehend it from her narrow point of view. When the willful little chipskink that she pulled, half-dead and furious at life in general, from the lightning vats returned doggedly to her window at night, the reminders continued to pile. She watched the little creature flourish despite its circumstances, thrive though its wounds made it weak. Over time, the experience made her want what it had, though every sentient being she knew tried to convince her that nothing in life but the job was worth living for. It had faced off with the highest dangers its little life could bring; what on Sornieth was stopping her from doing the same? That tiny seed of rebellion flowered slowly into a determined young Fae who didn't let herself be talked down to. The knowledge that she was being robbed of something better never once left Storm's mind, even as she kept her head down and maintained the status quo. When the perfect opportunity to escape presented itself, she did not hesitate to take hold of it--and she didn't let go. Before she even realized what was happening, she was standing in the middle of the open desert with nothing but the clothes on her back and the thoughts in her brain. The whole world opened up before her, and she did not hesitate to explore its every opportunity. She drifted from place to place, poking her head in every hole and leaving with a scratched snout more times than a sane dragon ought. She let her new ideals get her into trouble and she let the same thoughts show her the best experiences a dragon could |
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Toxin Gene applied on an unknown date in 2018 or 2019.
Savannah Gene applied on 9/17/20.
Silhouette Scroll applied on 9/17/20.
Savannah Gene applied on 9/17/20.
Silhouette Scroll applied on 9/17/20.
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