Berwin
(#47828683)
They/Xe ||
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Female Mirror
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.63 m
Wingspan
6.04 m
Weight
703.7 kg
Genetics
Midnight
Iridescent
Iridescent
Midnight
Shimmer
Shimmer
Dust
Ghost
Ghost
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Mirror
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
8
DEF
6
QCK
8
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
5
Biography
Berwin
Genderfluid (They/them/Xe/xyr) | 33 | Mirror
Trustworthy Treasurer | ROLE | The Chamberlain
Genderfluid (They/them/Xe/xyr) | 33 | Mirror
Trustworthy Treasurer | ROLE | The Chamberlain
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Element
 Allegiance 
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Description: Berwin is always preluded by noise; if they're not fidgeting with a coin, they're whistling, and if they're not whistling, they're tapping something with either pair of claws. They have quiet moments, yes, but it's clear they'd much rather not. Even sleep needs its white noise; " Otherwise," they say, "I just think." And so the posse lets Berwin keep to themself and make all the idle noise they want, unless the radio happens to be up for grabs. Usually it is, at least when it matters. When a day of respite comes and Berwin has time to count the money, set budgets, and organize future purchases, the radio (or Styx's lovely fiddling) is lent to them for the day. Still, no one complains about Berwin's taste, so they often get to choose the station when there's some trouble deciding. They won't dance to it, and the most they might do is hum along, but not every Mirror needs to be rambunctious. Even when they drink- rare of an occurrence as that might be- they just become a bit more prone to laughing, a bit more prone to open, friendly affection, a bit more prone to reorganizing their things. But the posse still thinks Berwin is plenty fun sober; they're quite gentle and sort of solitary, yes, but they're also damn fun. Their tongue's got bite, and they nicely fit in with all the casual teasing amongst the group. The other sounds to prelude Berwin would be the "oo"-ing and laughing of other posse members after a good jab, and maybe a weak retort from the target. Most just let themselves laugh along, though, because a certain treasurer always has some choice ammunition to fire back with... Physique: bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio Job: bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio Guild: bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio
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Relations with clan members
Art space
Wishlist
Berwin looks up from their foldable desk as you draw near, and they offer a slight wave. They turn down their radio a bit. "Hello there, I was just doing some inventory checks." They seem to have a moment of realization. "Oh! You probably came to look at our trade requests, right? They're all in books- written by yours truly, of course- and all labeled. Feel free to come to me with any questions you have, or if you'd like to arrange a transfer of goods. I'm afraid some of our desires aren't of an inexpensive sort... But we're always interested in hearing proposed sales!"
Apparel
A few separate tomes seem to be dedicated to apparel: one is labeled 'armor,' another 'clothing,' and the final 'miscellaneous.' Loose pages occasionally punctuate the books, with more custom requests written in penmanship clearly lacking Berwin's precise nature. Luckily these pages are carefully affixed in place, otherwise your flipping through might have disturbed it. Still, you notice Berwin straining slightly to glance at your activity.
"We've got lots of requests for clothing and armor and the like... Wasteland life can be unforgiving when it comes to our wardrobes, heh."
A few separate tomes seem to be dedicated to apparel: one is labeled 'armor,' another 'clothing,' and the final 'miscellaneous.' Loose pages occasionally punctuate the books, with more custom requests written in penmanship clearly lacking Berwin's precise nature. Luckily these pages are carefully affixed in place, otherwise your flipping through might have disturbed it. Still, you notice Berwin straining slightly to glance at your activity.
"We've got lots of requests for clothing and armor and the like... Wasteland life can be unforgiving when it comes to our wardrobes, heh."
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Cosmetics
You pick up a neatly labeled book, with an assortment of bookmarks and labels in it. Each label details a certain species of dragon; odd, maybe, considering that the posse is comprised of little more than Mirrors. When inquired, Berwin insists you give them a better look at the cover.
"Ah, cosmetics, right. We've all got certain levels of upkeep for our appearance, and we don't always come across what we want in the Wasteland. I think some requests in there would also be gifts to non-posse members... I think that's sweet, but it sure is alot of extra for me to keep track of..."
You pick up a neatly labeled book, with an assortment of bookmarks and labels in it. Each label details a certain species of dragon; odd, maybe, considering that the posse is comprised of little more than Mirrors. When inquired, Berwin insists you give them a better look at the cover.
"Ah, cosmetics, right. We've all got certain levels of upkeep for our appearance, and we don't always come across what we want in the Wasteland. I think some requests in there would also be gifts to non-posse members... I think that's sweet, but it sure is alot of extra for me to keep track of..."
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