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Persephone

(#52490396)

Record Keeper of the UnderLair

Familiar

Scorpio

Energy: 50/50

Personal Style

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

16.61 m

Wingspan

20.34 m

Weight

5548.98 kg

Genetics

Hatchday

Jun 08, 2019
(4 years)

Breed

Adult
Undertide

Eye Type

Water
Faceted

Level 1 Undertide

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

none

Biography

LIST OF UNDERLAIR INHABITANTS

User Made bio resources have links to original pages!

Named after Zeus and Demeter's daughter of springtime. I decided to not have her be a Gaoler and paired with Pluto because the Underlair does need a record keeper and I feel like she's no-nonsense enough to not have to boss around a husband to prove it. I have a 1 Ancient per G1 rule to get a feel for each breed/easier for me to give jobs and write personalities, though the UnderLair as a whole is home to many more. Also wallets are a thing cx Skin not lore relevant.

UPDATE 22/11/22: Undertide ancients were released! I know it seems a little counterproductive for a bookkeeper to have no limbs, but that's what a tail is for. I love my sassy serpent lady who mutters to herself sometimes (that's the small writing) :D

UnderLair Antechamber - Interior wrote:

You slowly make your way down a long passageway, still shaken from your encounter with the Aberration guarding the front entrance. The little Banescale that had accompanied you to this strange place has long since disappeared, leaving you to wonder if he really existed at all. As you break through the gloom however, you arrive at a medium sized body of water with a second passageway to the side of it. The cavern it is in is pleasantly lit, the air smells faintly of fish, and you can hear the hustle and bustle of other Ancient dragons beyond. In front of the pond is a dais with a large tome laying open upon it. A large rock sticks out of the water behind the dais, and coiled quite comfortably around it is another Ancient. She looks up, her glassy blue eyes fixing you with a mildly apathetic gaze. The elaborate quill poised in the tip of her tail hovers expectantly over the pages of the tome. The closer you get to her, the easier it is to see the faint ink stains scattered across her scales.

(Sigh...) Hello and welcome to the UnderLair, a refuge for Ancient breeds young and old who need a break from the hustle and bustle of modern livi-HEY! Are you listening to me? I don't have eyes on my tail. (Wave’s sake, doesn't any dragon know how to make proper eye contact these days?) Though, I don't suppose you've ever seen an Undertide write before. We're perfectly capable of it, thank you very much.

Well don't just stand there, what's your name? Mhm. Place of origin? Oh yeah, we've had several newbies from there. And how long are you planning to stay? C'mon, at least give me a guess. That last question's just a formality you know. For the head of this joint. If you didn't meet him on the way in he'll be in the common area with everyone else. He likes to see new faces. Good drake...for a Gaoler. His little uh...pet...isn't so jazzed to meet and greet, as you know. They're very particular about who or what goes back up top and we don't want any accidents. We're not stuck down here per se, but rules are rules, procedures are procedures etcetera etcetera.

Don't you back away from me! I don't bite other dragons without a reason. Keep your toes planted where I can see them and hold your head up. That's better! No one's going to hurt you in the UnderLair, fin's honour. If it helps, my name's Persephone. That's PER-SEH-FO-NEE. None of that PHONE nonsense. What is a phone anyways? (Must be that new Modern breed technology...) Ugh, I'm waxing semantics. You came here with the Banescale, right? Yeah, Charon. Weird little drake, talks all mysterious and wise like he's tapped into some sort of great mystical force. He disappears on dragons all the time, like a ghost. Trust me, it's nothing personal. Tidelord knows I haven't talked to him for ages. He ought to come see me more, seeing as I saved his life one time. Bet he never told you that story huh? Typical. Well, if you're interested...I could tell you about it. It's part of how I got here, and I have time since there's no queue at the moment.

~*~

Alright then, might as well start with a bit of backstory. Try not to yawn, I'd hate to have to work a wake-up slap into the narrative. Still, there's nothing better than a one-two combo with the old tail to get someone's attention! Tails are an essential part of every dragon's life if you ask me. The only problem is when you have a tail, and not much else, you can't really hold anything. Not that a lot of us Undertides were concerned with holding much in the first place. We swam, we flew, we socialised with the maren...it was a simple life. A boring life. I know that sounds hypocritical considering the mundanity of my position, but at least I have a JOB. I have something to DO in my life. I never had that in the Deep.

I've always liked cataloguing you see. Making lists, recording dates and keeping track of stuff. My parents and siblings thought my hobby was...eccentric. Ever since I was a wee hatchling, I kept trying to scratch on the walls of our lair with my teeth. When that didn't work, I coated my tail tip in venom and tried smearing that instead. It was all scribbles since I didn't know how to write yet, but it made sense to me. I got really good at it, though the marks never stayed. Water washes everything away. Everything except memories, but those tend to fade by themselves unless you really lock them down in your head. Anyways, I was so mad! All my hard work just, POOF! Gone. So I'd try again. And again. And again.
Eventually, my parents decided I was being 'too antisocial', so my siblings had to drag me around places to mingle. I mean, who says that to their child? I'm plenty social. I just...like having time to myself too. Nothing wrong with that, right? Of course not! Let me continue.

One of these social gatherings wasn't all bad though. That's when I got wind of magic. I'd heard from a school of gossiping Maren that some of the other Undertides were still practicing it, despite cutting off ties with our Creator long ago. I used to sneak out of lair every evening after dinner to badger one or two of the elders until they'd teach me. My parents thought I was making friends so they never questioned it. Writing and reading came along with learning, naturally. I never said we COULDN'T write, just that not a lot of us did. It's difficult if you don't start young like I did. My classroom was this dry cave at the top of a long tunnel in the side of a cliff face. It had all sorts of books scattered around the place, old tomes from the time before the Guardians. All of that happened before I was born, mind you. We Undertides didn't like our fancy limbed younger siblings, so we left the Sea of a Thousand Currents once they were created. Gave Tidelord the old one-clawed salute before we dove Deep, if you catch my drift.

Anyways, when I was a bit older I started experimenting with preservation spells in particular. Why preservation spells you ask? Paper and water are not friends. Do you know how hard it is to write on anything when you're an Ancient water dragon? Even when you think you're dry, you're damp. I'd pour over theories for hours and hours, gradually perfecting my special little wells. I'm not going into specifics for privacy reasons, but I will say it involved mixing my venom with Squirmscoot ink and reciting a certain incantation. Whenever I wrote something on the page after that, it stayed legible even when it was submerged in water! The best part? No bloating. The books stayed as dry as the day they came off the press. My tail on the other hand? Well...let's just say scales are prone to being ink stained no matter what precautions you take. I'm not as messy with it now as I was in my youth.
Yes, back then I was so proud of my discoveries. My family on the other hand weren't so keen to sing my praises. They were caught up in the big communal search for Tidelord, something I'd never resonated with. Why look for your Creator when you snubbed him in the first place for creating Guardians? No, I had other things on my mind. Like finding somewhere where my talents would be appreciated. Which is why, when I became fully independent, I decided to leave my little section of the the Undertide community for good.

...It was tough on my own. I met a couple of Maren schools on my travels that gave me an update on everything above water, so I wasn’t always ALONE alone. The world had changed a lot; other Modern dragons were crawling around on the land making trouble for the local Beastclans, not just Guardians. Inter-species relations had gotten complicated. That's when I realised that maybe we Undertides really were old after all. Not that I couldn't look after myself perfectly well, mind you. I still can by the way, so don't try anything! But when you spent your life surrounded by familiar faces, hearing the same songs day in and day out? It's weird when the only sound you hear is water. It feels like something's missing. There's this empty part of your soul that you try to fill with stuff like terrain mapping or I Spy, or humming that one lullaby your Ma used to sing to you every night before you go to bed. But it's still there. I mark off everyone's birthdays even now. Sentimentality's a real mood killer huh? Don't give me that face, I'm not asking for pity. Pity's for when your Aunt dies of finrot and leaves behind her two hatchlings. Yeah that’s specific, what about it? (Don't make it personal 'Seph, they don't know anything...) The story's going to get better soon.

~*~

One day I was cruising along, minding my own business and thinking about heading South, when I saw the single dumbest thing on the entire continent. What was it, you ask? You know how the little ones are when they first try swimming? They're all over the show. That was Charon. He was going about it the same way a Tradewinds Gull would. If it had broken wings, half a leg and no sense of direction. So more like a Charoite Burrower really. I remember thinking to myself, 'what's a Banescale doing in the middle of the ocean?' The books I studied mentioned other Ancients, so I knew what I was looking at. Banescales, natives of the Ashfall Waste, weren't the best at dealing with water. Charon obviously didn't know that. For a moment, I thought about eating him before he drowned. I hadn't had food in a while, so a bite sized little thing like him would hold me over until I reached the Icefields. I wondered if he’d taste like a Gull. Unfortunately I’d never find out; he spotted me before I could set up an ambush. It’s impolite to eat a dragon you’ve just met, isn’t it? Glad we agree.

Instead, I asked him who he was and what he was doing. I’ll admit, I didn’t say it in the most welcoming tone. What can I say? I was hungry. To his credit, Charon took it on the snout very well. That’s what he said his name was. He said he was looking for land and got tired. I told him he was a good couple of miles off and that it wasn't a surprise because he was so shrimpy. That made him more bewildered than angry. I don't think anyone had been so blunt about his small stature before. And well, he was half drowning. I suppose he couldn't really dwell on it much. Ever the polite one, he asked me my name, where I was going, and if I could give him a lift. I was hesitant but accepted, agreeing that I would only do so if he got me food when we reached shore. He pulled himself up onto my back and we set off for what was bound to be a very long journey.

We got to talking, Charon and I. We swapped stories about our past, my seafaring ways and his divinely inspired goals. He’d been assigned a task shortly after being born by the Banescales that came before, something about a 'vision' or a 'song'. Maybe both. He had to rectify the damage they’d done to Sornieth by acting as a guide for lost Ancients confused by the new age. For a lot of them, the world wasn't the same as before they stepped back from society as a whole. Charon'd remedy that by bringing them to some place called ‘the UnderLair’, where they’d meet others of their kind. Ancients I mean. The main aim? For everyone to be at peace, living separate from the confusion of the surface. For those who wanted to go back above ground, the UnderLair would help them find the strength to adapt in a familiar atmosphere before they took the leap.

Either way I gotta admit, he made sound pretty appealing. I hadn't quite thought about how I was going to make a living by myself, and interacting with Modern breeds (according to the Maren at least) seemed like a hassle. I told Charon everything that happened to me before i met him and he made me an offer. 'If it was a purpose I wanted', he said, 'UnderLair needed a way to record the dragons who came and went, as a testament to its existence'. Something like that anyways. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't interested, but I didn't accept right away. It seemed a little too good to be true, so I wanted to know how genuine the little morsel was being. If he was lying, I could make good on my previous intentions of eating him. I changed course for the Viridian Labyrinth. Now that I think about it, the cold seas around the Icefield were a little hostile, even for me.

It took a while to get to the Nature lands, I won't sugar coat it. There were many days where I had to improvise a meal on the fly, figuratively and literally. Gets a little difficult with a passenger, especially one that can't swim or fly well. Charon always managed to convince me not to eat him though, so I'll give him that. When we finally made shore, he had the gall to ask if I needed help. I declined of course. A little bit of dirt wouldn't stop me. As Charon padded along, I'd catch him glancing back at me every so often. He looked like he wanted to pass a comment when he made good on his food promise. But I was having none of it. I may have been moving like a limbless Greatshell but by Tide did I snap at him when he opened his mouth! I’d arrive at the doors to his little piece of paradise with my dignity intact or I wouldn't arrive at all.

Luckily for me (and Charon I suppose) it was the former. We arrived at the entrance to the UnderLair mostly unscathed. Clever one that I am, I’d figured out a way to fold my wings and underfins in such a way that I could drag myself along on my belly. You know, like one of those ‘Strangler’ things the Labyrinth is teeming with. That’s what they are, right? A Relic Eel but land-bound and covered in plant matter. Anyways, the interaction with Cerberus, the guard Aberration? That could've gone better. By the end of it though? They knew better than to growl and question old Persephone. Gave them a couple of good squeezes to remind them to keep their noses out of my business! Once Charon introduced me to Pluto, the big boss, Cerberus seemed to calm down. I swear, it was like they were the brute's co-parents. I did apologise....eventually. Pluto handled it delicately enough and Charon still put in a good word about my skills. The pair of them were welcoming and agreeable enough. On our way down to the main chamber, I met some of the residents too. Elysium in particular was very nice, not that you expect much from a Veilspun. Horrible little tricksters apparently, but you didn’t hear that from me! Though, you expect some degree of kindness and professionalism from a physician, so I guess I can give her that. Lord knows I’m not qualified to stick my face near anyone’s wounds. Nasty line of work. No, Elysium's a very different kind of Veilspun. She's always coming and going, signing in and out despite me telling her she doesn't have to at this point. We all know that some medicines don't grow well underground. Very polite though, calls me Ma'am. I'm not that old, am I?

Yeah, everyone in the UnderLair seemed happy, the kind of happy that you don't have to force to make a good impression. Genuine. Everything checked out. Even if I didn't take the job right away, Pluto didn't have a problem with me claiming a spot and making it my own.

~*~

And that's the end of it. As you can tell, I took the job. No complaints. Established myself pretty firmly I'd say, given the number of tunnels I’ve built. Impressive aren’t they? Belly dragging is one thing but tunnelling? Can’t beat it. Cleans off the scale ick and works in a lovely bit of cardio. Yeah, I’ve got a good routine set up. As I said before, it's not so bad here. We’ve all taken an oath to be civil to each other. Claw in claw, everyone supports every one else's growth in becoming their own individual identity or whatever. Makes all the difference when you’re struggling to adapt to the new Sornieth. (So political these days…) I'm no altruist, but hey, it beats seeing nothing but blue everywhere you look. I've got my pond, I've got my records. I've even got time to myself to make my little inkwells for the registry book and my personal records. My tunnels connect my pond to the communal springs and other parts of the UnderLair I like to frequent. (Whether or not any of those places get flooded isn't my problem). Point is, I'm settled. Well, at the moment I'm working on making a tunnel from my pond out into the wider ocean around the Labyrinth. What can I say? I miss the sun on my back sometimes. Don't you tell anyone! I will find you and I will tail slap you into next week if you do. Yunno, like the wake up one I mentioned earlier. Only this time you won't be waking up. Because you'll be knocked out.

Now...is there anything else you wanted? Any more probing personal questions? Good, off with you then. Enjoy your stay in the UnderLair and all that malarkey. Oh, you'll see me around. I'm very good at taking my allocated breaks. So I guess if you need me to, I don't know...give you the welcome message again or something...you can approach me. Since you listened to my story and all. (I'd appreciate the company.)

Go on, I have nothing else to say and you’re holding up the line. What do you mean there’s no one behind you? You calling me blind? (Seriously some dragons...) Look, I may be busy with work but I never said I was inattentive. NEXT!

ORIGINAL LOOK: MIRROR: Triple Basic w/Uncommon

COMPLETED: 23rd of November 2022 (Sail obtained)

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Personal Space Please! by TimedSun

In Greek mythology, Persephone (/pərˈsɛfəni/ pər-SEF-ə-nee; Greek: Περσεφόνη), also called Kore (/ˈkɔːriː/ KOR-ee; Greek: Κόρη; "the maiden"), is the daughter of Zeus and Demeter. Homer describes her as the formidable, venerable, majestic queen of the underworld, who carries into effect the curses of men upon the souls of the dead. She becomes the queen of the underworld through her abduction by and subsequent marriage to Hades, the god of the underworld. The myth of her abduction represents her function as the personification of vegetation, which shoots forth in spring and withdraws into the earth after harvest; hence, she is also associated with spring as well as the fertility of vegetation. Similar myths appear in the Orient, in the cults of male gods like Attis, Adonis, and Osiris, and in Minoan Crete.

Persephone as a vegetation goddess and her mother Demeter were the central figures of the Eleusinian Mysteries, which promised the initiated a more enjoyable prospect after death. In some versions, Persephone is the mother of Zeus' sons Dionysus, Iacchus, or Zagreus. The origins of her cult are uncertain, but it was based on very old agrarian cults of agricultural communities.

Persephone was commonly worshipped along with Demeter and with the same mysteries. To her alone were dedicated the mysteries celebrated at Athens in the month of Anthesterion. In Classical Greek art, Persephone is invariably portrayed robed, often carrying a sheaf of grain. She may appear as a mystical divinity with a sceptre and a little box, but she was mostly represented in the process of being carried off by Hades.

In Roman mythology, she is called Proserpina.

(Wikipedia)

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