facade
(#47610861)
Level 1 Imperial
Familiar
Corpse Cleaner
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Female Imperial
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
19.79 m
Wingspan
18.83 m
Weight
6710.27 kg
Genetics
Blood
Iridescent
Iridescent
Blood
Saturn
Saturn
Blood
Thylacine
Thylacine
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
facade
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personality
+ modest
"i did what i could, and nothing more."
+ sense of humor
"what did the icewarden say to the arcanist after he returned the shade? chill out, ha ha..."
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a cardinal for the bubonic mark, a creation rejected by the plaguebringer Herself.
facade was an aspiring necromancer. nothing more would have pleased her than to serve her Mother in the most direct way. the trials came, and among them she was arguably the most eager, choosing her perch almost right next to the wyrmwound. she was born for this - daresay the plague mother chose her to serve, bestowing her with such confidence she thought she deserved to sit next to the wyrmwound.
but it was all a trick. a test. a test that she failed.
she fell into the wyrmwound and though managed to retrieve herself, she bore the mark of the Mother's most apparent disapproval. her skin pulsed with popped veins and dissolved flesh, tainting her the color of her own blood and marking her as one of the most dangerous kinds of ghouls in complete contrast to her hopes. on top of that, she was dying.
she couldn't survive on her own in the wastelands. every clan she came across knew who she was and the bad omens associated with her kind, and so they turned her away.
one day, she simply collapsed. there was no point. in her path to serve her Mother, her Mother turned her away and punished her for her hubris. what good was surviving going to do? she was going to die either way.
but then a curious mirror, one who bore the mark of the flight on her brow, approached and nudged her. she responded, and the mirror's gaze lit up hopefully.
"she's alive," the mirror whispered to another. "maybe there's still a chance."
facade met this mirror's gaze. the mirror stared at her, knowing who she was and the bad omens associated with her kind.
and took her in.
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personality
+ modest
"i did what i could, and nothing more."
+ sense of humor
"what did the icewarden say to the arcanist after he returned the shade? chill out, ha ha..."
+
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a cardinal for the bubonic mark, a creation rejected by the plaguebringer Herself.
facade was an aspiring necromancer. nothing more would have pleased her than to serve her Mother in the most direct way. the trials came, and among them she was arguably the most eager, choosing her perch almost right next to the wyrmwound. she was born for this - daresay the plague mother chose her to serve, bestowing her with such confidence she thought she deserved to sit next to the wyrmwound.
but it was all a trick. a test. a test that she failed.
she fell into the wyrmwound and though managed to retrieve herself, she bore the mark of the Mother's most apparent disapproval. her skin pulsed with popped veins and dissolved flesh, tainting her the color of her own blood and marking her as one of the most dangerous kinds of ghouls in complete contrast to her hopes. on top of that, she was dying.
she couldn't survive on her own in the wastelands. every clan she came across knew who she was and the bad omens associated with her kind, and so they turned her away.
one day, she simply collapsed. there was no point. in her path to serve her Mother, her Mother turned her away and punished her for her hubris. what good was surviving going to do? she was going to die either way.
but then a curious mirror, one who bore the mark of the flight on her brow, approached and nudged her. she responded, and the mirror's gaze lit up hopefully.
"she's alive," the mirror whispered to another. "maybe there's still a chance."
facade met this mirror's gaze. the mirror stared at her, knowing who she was and the bad omens associated with her kind.
and took her in.
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