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Rosemary

(#55262338)

Level 1 Gaoler

Familiar

Rosy Lake Cormorant

Energy: 49/50

Personal Style

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

12.68 m

Wingspan

8.63 m

Weight

10037.26 kg

Genetics

Raspberry
Shaggy (Gaoler)

Raspberry
Spirit (Gaoler)

Wine
Braids (Gaoler)

Hatchday

Sep 14, 2019
(4 years)

Breed

Adult
Gaoler

Eye Type

Arcane
Common

Level 1 Gaoler

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

Biography

Rosemary “Seer” Taayin

Female // She/Her // Asexual Heteroromantic

- - - - - R O S E M A R Y ,- S E E K E R

Theme Song #1 / Theme Song #2 / Vine - - - -

- - - ▢ Personality and Role
Rosemary is jumpy and stoic. Being able to see things that aren’t real, she is often unsure of what is real and what’s not. And, having been isolated by other Gaolers growing up due to this power, she can be rather cold. That doesn’t make her mean, it’s just hard to get her to open up to others besides Iro. Iro is Rosemary’s Shade-Touched mate, though only Rosemary and Iro themselves are aware of this fact. They intend to keep it this way. They both love each other very much, always comforting the other when things are grim, and would be devastated if the other was hurt. Rosemary is a Seeker, having grown up in a band of them and being trained in their ways. She can hunt Horrorbeasts as well as the next Gaoler, but her unique ability helps her spot where the Shade-Touched mongrels might appear in higher frequencies. Rosemary and Iro also prefer their solitude, and haven’t built a rapport with anyone other than family and the odd friend or two.

- - - - ▢ History
Rosemary was raised in a band of the traditional Gaoler Seekers. She was trained to sweep the lands and seek out Horrorbeasts, and seek them out she did. Her gift was realized quite quickly, as soon as she grew to the age where any dragon starts to display their elemental power. When Rosemary started to tell the Seekers about being able to see semi-translucent dragons that no one else could see, they grew worried. The Order took her to a clan, searching for someone who could tell them what was going on. Rosemary started to cry then, saying that there was a big mean dragon stomping around, one with three heads and many wounds. As her cries had attracted a crowd, one of the bystanders spoke up. A long time ago, an Emperor had ravaged the clan. Though they did survive the attack and eventually rebuild, the scars and horror had never truly faded. It was then that the Seekers realized that Rosemary could see past events on the land she stood, due to being born in the Starfall Isles. Although it was a rather harmless power she had been born with, the Seekers didn’t like it one bit. It may as well have been useless for all they cared. Rosemary grew up stoic and grumpy, knowing she was not one of them. One day, she left the Order, and travelled Sornieth before stumbling upon the Caravan by chance. She joined them, met Iro, and fell in love. Although Iro is now Shade-Touched, Rosemary continues to hide this fact from the others. Even though she’s seen time and time again the devastation the Shade can cause, she refuses to give up on Iro. For although Rosemary is constantly plagued with a waking nightmare she can never escape, Iro has always been good to her. Accepting, comforting, loving. And Rosemary will see to it that she returns the favor for now and forever, even if it results in her death.

- - - - ▢ Name
Rosemary’s name technically uses the herb as a namesake, although not for any real reason other than the fact that it sounds pretty, and Rosemary is the color of roses. Of which, ironically, the petals of the rosemary herb are not. Her last name, “Taayin”, is something she chose to use as a surname upon taking Iro as her mate. She did have a previous last name, as she did come from a traditional band of Seekers, but it is something she’d rather forget. There are a lot of things Rosemary wishes to forget, in fact. Her nickname, “Seer”, comes simply from her ability to see the past. It’s not exactly a nickname she enjoys, but it has stuck nonetheless.

MATE .

FRIEND .

COWORKER .

▢ Trivia

Friends with Dismal, who doesn’t seem to mind her quirks. Has taken sort of a mother’s protection over him, and often tells him stories. Also likes to make him gifts of silk and satin roses, since he likes the texture.
Rosemary’s eyesight is fine, so it has led to some confusion on why she wears glasses. Their purpose is to shield her gaze from the memories she is forced to see, as the rosy tint helps blur and shield them from her gaze.
Starflower is also her friend. The peppy Gaoler welcomed Rosemary with open arms, very warm given that Rosemary was the only other Arcane-specialized dragon with overwhelming magic there at the time. Their similarities allowed them to become good friends.
Rosemary grew tired of the uncomfortable nature of the shardflank gene, so with some help from Iro, the two raised enough money to get her the braids gene instead, and completely rid her back of magical shards. Cougar loves to help style the braids.

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"Memories of the Dead"

When the arcane meets the archaic, strange things happen. For most Gaolers, their eyes are specially designed to see through raging blizzards. What can they see through now?

Her paws were light upon the snow despite the weight of her fur. A bitter wind lashed against her form, but she paid it no mind. It was almost impossible to see through the raging blizzard which surrounded her on all sides.

Almost.

Gaolers had always been known for their impeccable eyesight, almost as good as their sense of smell. Their eyes were specially crafted by the Icewarden himself to see through even the strongest of blizzards. That way, the Icewarden’s terrain would leave intruders confused and lost, allowing the Gaolers to easily swoop in and trap them. It was the perfect setup.

The Gaoler stared through the snow, which pelted her so hard they felt like tiny icicles jabbing into her skin. The Horrorbeast sat on a small hill not too far off, picking at its fins with a long snout. Well, the name Horrorbeast was a bit grand for the creature. It was barely larger than a Mirror, frail and scrawny with skimpy limbs and no semblance of wings upon its back. It wore no fur upon its slimy skin, and seemed more accustomed to an oceanic biome due to the sails and fins which lined its back, face, and other limbs which cling to its body. It was a wonder that the creature was even still alive, seeing as there was no insulation against the harsh elements. That, and the reeking stench of Shade which flowed off of it, was what had alerted the Gaoler that something was dearly wrong about the creature.

The Gaoler took another step, the intense snowfall masking her brightly-colored pelt somehow. Just a few more steps, and she could leap. She lifted her paw again, but then froze. The creature had turned its head towards her, now staring straight into her soul with those pupiless, pale, unblinking eyes. Both figures stood stock still, just staring at each other. The snow sped up to a blinding rate, almost making the world look still.

Then, the Horrorbeast chittered happily, snapped its serated jaw twice, and went back to cleaning its fins. The Gaoler narrowed her eyes— had it spotted her? It must have. Maybe it wasn’t afraid? These creatures were dreadfully stupid. Warning bells started to go off in the Gaoler’s head, but she foolishly ignored them. Something was off, but she didn’t know what.

No more steps needed to be taken. The Gaoler leapt.

The Horrorbeast let out a cry, but it sounded more like laughter than a scream of fear. It dashed away, skittering down the snowbank. The Gaoler tensed her limbs, preparing to land on the hill and pursue the creature in a chase that would quickly end with her victory and its eternal imprisonment. But as soon as her weight crashed upon the snow, the ground betrayed her. It had been impossible to see how unsteady the snow was with such a light creature sitting upon it, but now the Gaoler was clearly aware of her mistake. Beneath her, a hole opened up, which the snow had been covering. With a scream, the Gaoler fell into the dark, hidden cave.

Her fur cushioned most of the blow, but the Gaoler was still sore. A few of her spines had shattered, leaving pink shards upon the floor. They would grow back in time, but until then they would look ugly and garish. She groaned, laying on her back as her bones ached. “Stupid little Horrorbeast,” she muttered angrily, about to snarl a few choice expletives. But something caught her attention before she could cuss and swear at the walls of the cavern. It was mostly blue and green, but it glowed pink. It was slightly transparent, like an apparition of some sort. Though some parts were harder to pick apart than others, the Gaoler could clearly recognize it as a Guardian. The Gaoler felt her heart plummet into the depths of her stomach. "Oh no," she whimpered, quickly rolling over to get to her feet. The quick movement caused her shards to press uncomfortably into her skin, but the didn't pay attention to the pain. All that mattered was getting away.

"Not again."

Within seconds, the Gaoler was running in the opposite direction of the hallucination, moving much faster then should be possible for a creature of her size. She was no stranger to a hurried flight, and glided across the ground with ease. She would have easily been able to outrun almost any other enemy. But not this one. No matter how far her limbs stretched, how deep her claws dug into the ground to push her off again, how deeply her chest heaved, she could not escape. More and more dragons began to form around her, and her eyes flashed with the colors of memories, lost in the frozen wasteland.

Happy dragons, frolicking in the snow. Little hatchlings, snuggled by their mothers' sides. Expansive villages, taming the wild. But eventually, as it did every time, the images soured. Possessed beings smashed all they could. Crazed dragons, enraged without reason, stood over previous friends that had just been slain by their claws. Despite the snow, fire burned and stretched into the sky. The snow gobbled up the buildings whole, leaving nothing behind but scraps and ruins.

As they always did, eventually the images stopped. The Gaoler crumpled on to the ground, shaking and sobbing. She had never been so weak.

The eyes of a Gaoler were meant to see through blizzards. Their nose could scent information and how Shade-Touched an individual was. When these powers became charmed by Arcane energies, well, strange things began to happen. This particular Gaoler could scent memories of once happy places that had been conquered by the Shade some time in the past.

It had never been a gift she wanted. What good was seeing destruction when you could not help the dragons involved? When all those who had suffered from it were already dead? All that her visions told her was that she was in a particularly dangerous place, but her nose could already scent that. It was as if her "gift" was only there to make her suffer. A curse.

A scattering from farther on in the cave caught the Gaoler's attention. The frantic movements gave light to something that the Gaoler recognized instantly. The Horrorbeast. Fury fueled by sorrow and heartbreak, the Gaoler jumped up with a deafening roar. The creature, hidden by darkness, gave a futile attempt to escape. Its lithe nature allowed it to dance on snow, but it was severely outmatched in a duel of strength. The Gaoler crushed it instantly with one heavy stomp from her paw. Its body crumpled, broken instantly. But in her blinding outrage, the Gaoler did not stop wailing on the tiny creature until it was nothing but a stain on the rock floor. Soon the snow would wipe it away, and its memory would be forgotten.

Well, not entirely forgotten.

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