Eventide
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Level 25 Guardian
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
17 m
Wingspan
16.46 m
Weight
7753.92 kg
Genetics
Flint
Cherub
Cherub
Mulberry
Noxtide
Noxtide
Dust
Firefly
Firefly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Guardian
Max Level
STR
120
AGI
9
DEF
5
QCK
62
INT
5
VIT
30
MND
5
Biography
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For a few years now, Eventide has been travelling on an unending search for knowledge. he'll go to tiny villages, hidden away and forgotten about except by the few who were invited in and deemed worthy of the knowledge handed down there, parent to child, from ancestors too many generations past to keep a count of. and from there, perhaps a grand and famed city, so he can visit their vast libraries – which claim to have enough books to untangle the secrets of the universe, if only one knew how to look. and eventide loves it all. there is no mystery too big or small to try and solve, no story that isn't worth hearing. bio base adapted from: xxx |
Backstory
Eventide was found on the beach one cold evening by the dragons who would become his parents. He was in a small flax basket on an unsteady looking wooden raft, curled up in the unexpectedly dry flax and surrounded by small crystals and wooden carvings - clearly, offerings to the Arcanist, small prayers to ask for the hatchling’s safe travel.
Whoever sent the tiny Guardian out must have caught the Arcanist on a good day, as their wish had been granted; despite the distance the raft must have travelled, out on the open sea, the basket on it hadn’t gotten wet and the hatchling still looked happy and well. The homemade raft not capsizing out on the open sea was in itself a miracle that could only be put down to divine influence.
The Pearlcatchers who took in the tiny Guardian weren’t scholars or academics, but even they knew that he would quickly outgrow them. It didn’t make them hesitate for a moment, and they quickly accepted Eventide - named for the time of day they had found him - as their own son, raising him with as much love as they’d give any child.
As Eventide grew older, and larger, it was no secret that the Pearlcatchers who raised him weren’t parents by blood, even if they were in all meaningful ways. However, he never blamed his original mother and father for abandoning him to the sea. They’d asked for divine help before doing so, giving him the best chance of survival, and their decision had led him to a good childhood. And anyway, he wasn’t the type to judge those who had no opportunity to speak their own story or defend themselves. His parents had taught him kindness and forgiveness wherever possible.
They’d taught him a lot, in fact. And Eventide was certainly willing to learn. He’d follow them around, asking question after question until his throat got hoarse. Many of them would be about the world, about nature, about their deities. With each answer, the Pearlcatchers would try to include a moral about love and kindness. If Eventide asked why nature would vary from place to place, they’d tell him it was because each plant and animal thrived in different weather and temperature, and to understand that everyone did best in different environments; so he knew not to judge those who had difficulty with things he found easy. After all, you wouldn’t judge a tree from the swamp for struggling to thrive in the desert, would you?
Still, even with such patient and caring parents to raise him, he couldn’t quell the desire to seek out his original home. Eventide had so many questions about it, about why he hadn’t been able to stay. As a hatchling, as soon as he could learn to fly he’d try his best to fly up and reach the stars, certain that if he could just get to them he’d be able to spot his home, recognize it on sight.
His young wings were too weak to carry him far, though, and as he grew he began to accept that it was just childish, wishful thinking.
Of course, childhood dreams never really die. As Eventide got older, his parents were able to answer less and less of his questions about the world. They became more complex, wondering why two things were related when his parents couldn’t even see the link in the first place. So, eventually, he knew he had to leave his home and find the answers for himself.
Despite the difficulties of a traveler’s lifestyle, Eventide never grows bored of seeking out new places and trying to satisfy his endless curiosity. But the questions most important to him, asking about ways to find his home and original parents, are yet to be answered. No matter. He'll just have to keep searching.
Eventide was found on the beach one cold evening by the dragons who would become his parents. He was in a small flax basket on an unsteady looking wooden raft, curled up in the unexpectedly dry flax and surrounded by small crystals and wooden carvings - clearly, offerings to the Arcanist, small prayers to ask for the hatchling’s safe travel.
Whoever sent the tiny Guardian out must have caught the Arcanist on a good day, as their wish had been granted; despite the distance the raft must have travelled, out on the open sea, the basket on it hadn’t gotten wet and the hatchling still looked happy and well. The homemade raft not capsizing out on the open sea was in itself a miracle that could only be put down to divine influence.
The Pearlcatchers who took in the tiny Guardian weren’t scholars or academics, but even they knew that he would quickly outgrow them. It didn’t make them hesitate for a moment, and they quickly accepted Eventide - named for the time of day they had found him - as their own son, raising him with as much love as they’d give any child.
As Eventide grew older, and larger, it was no secret that the Pearlcatchers who raised him weren’t parents by blood, even if they were in all meaningful ways. However, he never blamed his original mother and father for abandoning him to the sea. They’d asked for divine help before doing so, giving him the best chance of survival, and their decision had led him to a good childhood. And anyway, he wasn’t the type to judge those who had no opportunity to speak their own story or defend themselves. His parents had taught him kindness and forgiveness wherever possible.
They’d taught him a lot, in fact. And Eventide was certainly willing to learn. He’d follow them around, asking question after question until his throat got hoarse. Many of them would be about the world, about nature, about their deities. With each answer, the Pearlcatchers would try to include a moral about love and kindness. If Eventide asked why nature would vary from place to place, they’d tell him it was because each plant and animal thrived in different weather and temperature, and to understand that everyone did best in different environments; so he knew not to judge those who had difficulty with things he found easy. After all, you wouldn’t judge a tree from the swamp for struggling to thrive in the desert, would you?
Still, even with such patient and caring parents to raise him, he couldn’t quell the desire to seek out his original home. Eventide had so many questions about it, about why he hadn’t been able to stay. As a hatchling, as soon as he could learn to fly he’d try his best to fly up and reach the stars, certain that if he could just get to them he’d be able to spot his home, recognize it on sight.
His young wings were too weak to carry him far, though, and as he grew he began to accept that it was just childish, wishful thinking.
Of course, childhood dreams never really die. As Eventide got older, his parents were able to answer less and less of his questions about the world. They became more complex, wondering why two things were related when his parents couldn’t even see the link in the first place. So, eventually, he knew he had to leave his home and find the answers for himself.
Despite the difficulties of a traveler’s lifestyle, Eventide never grows bored of seeking out new places and trying to satisfy his endless curiosity. But the questions most important to him, asking about ways to find his home and original parents, are yet to be answered. No matter. He'll just have to keep searching.
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