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Collection:
▸ Water: Collected
▸Arcane: Collected
▸ Light: Collected
▸ Earth: Located
▸ Nature: Located
▸ Plague: Located
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B I O G R A P H Y
Grima grew up on stories of war and battle. His parents were a mage and a librarian. Both spoiled him with stories of heroes and villains, with the hero always overcoming the darkness in the world. He was told that one day he’d be one himself and he took this to heart. But out of all of the stories, his favorite was about Emperors. The many-headed beasts scared him with their might, but also intrigued him, as in a way he admired all the dragons of different elements working together. He’d practice the magic his father would teach him as he imagined himself as the main character bringing justice to all the lands. He was playing the coral fields of his childhood clan one day, with a wooden sword and a storybook as his ‘tome’ when the clan nanny came to him. He sobbed into the Tundra’s leg as she told him that a battle had taken place and claimed his parent's lives. Little Grima begged her to tell him that it wasn’t true, and she just drew him close and comforted him as he cried. Justice never came for the Imperial that took his parent’s life.
Over the years he grew up into a mage. His spells were never extremely powerful but he was adept with his words able to get others to do what he wanted with little effort. The only magic he excelled at was necromancy and he could resurrect the dead, keeping their bodies preserved as if they had never died at all. But his talent was for naught in his clan as when he was assigned a job he was given the task of a funeral priest, disposing of the dead in the ways the families wished. He saw many, many dead arrive from battles and each time it darkened his view on the world. Where were the heroes of old to save the day? Staring at the cremation flames of the girl he had been sweet on, he took it upon himself to be the hero that the world needed to become peaceful. He took to reading more and secluding himself from the clan to learn more for his own use.
He started by hunting down the Imperial that killed his parents. He was led to the border between the light territory and the shadow, finding a small and wartorn light clan, led by the evil Imperial. The battle took days but he took the last blow and watched as the arcane dragon leading the lights fell to the ground. He smiled at his retribution, he had freed this clan from their torment. He scavenged the area looking for a prize and found two tomes. One was a book that his mother would read to him as a child about an Emperor who almost conquered the lands under its power, and the other spoke of twin coatls with the power of foresight and he nearly tore the book in half at the sick contents. He threw the book at the Imperial's body full of rage at what he read. He left the bloody hall in a rage, baring his savage fangs at a female imperial he ran into in the hall, he was seeing red before his logic stopped him, fangs inches from her neck. Her twisted wing and colors spelled out who she was. He knew her from the book, he knew exactly who she was and how she was created and an idea struck him. Sucking in breaths he guided the young lady to her father's corpse, showing her the book that her father had pinned. Watched her weep as her world turned out to be a lie. He offered her a better one, and she accepted. He resurrected Azrael and took the two imperials with him, ready to seek his vengeance on the word for what it had done to the twins, the child, his parents and all of the dragon kind.
Grima kept the resurrected dragons in a cage in a cave near the temple he watched over, the female living there with him in time he came to see her like a daughter, though he never spoke of the what part she'd play in his plan. He observed them, wondering if the plan he came up with was the correct path to peace. He asked the gods, they only answered with silence and that angered him as more and more dead came to him. The endless fighting between the flights made him desire peace more and he set his plan into action, now scoping out villous Imperials. When he learned that his clan leader, a water Imperial named Cadros knew about what Azrael was doing to the twins he broke and killed his leader, cursing him for not doing anything to stop the evil. Cadros was then kept next to Azrael’s cage. His plan was coming more and more together, but word got out of his murder and he fled from his former clan only to find ‘refuge’ in the care of the Blind Clan leader. He managed to smuggle the three bodies with him and into a new larger cave, where he continued his quest for retribution on the world and eventually the gods.
"I'll create my Great Emperor, it will be the perfect balance of all 11 elements. Something the gods failed us in, with their war they make us fight. I'll control the Great Emperor and remake the world into a haven of peace."
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Collection:
▸ Fire: Located
▸ Wind: Located
▸ Ice: Located
▸ Shadow: Located
▸ Lightning: Located
▸ Status: 3/11
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____Now in the sanctuary of Orlena’s clan, he grew restless wanting his plan to come to fruition. He started to see lesser and lesser crimes as punishable. He scoped out Alistair, a notorious heartbreaker, and believed that it was wrong to break a woman’s heart, after what had happened to his two loves. For Rawlins, she was a weak woman who only cared about her hide, and her mate’s allowing weaker dragons to get injured in their stead. For Gungnir, Grima believed he lacked loyalty to his clan as he spent too much time traveling while others died in a war against their will. For Arsene, his sin was trying to persuade others to do what he sought through manipulation, an act Grima knew was corrupt beyond repair. For young Edelgard, she sought battle and the glory of war. Lastly was Shinjiro, quiet and smart, and while he was the least sinful in truth he claimed he was the fabled Imperial that slept with all the woman in the clan, avoiding the capture of his brother.
____His charismatic nature led some dragons to believe his ramblings, that the Great Emperor would be the salvation that they needed. He founded the Cult of the Eyes. For each Imperial, they killed they carved a set of eyes into their skin, along with four more eyes on their faces, a pair lower on their muzzles, just after their real eyes, and a pair before their real eyes. This was a tally count of who they had, and in Grima’s belief and teachings would keep them safe from the Great Emperor when it brought justice to the land and the gods. His teachings are based on voices that he hears, claming to be the Goddess of Light telling him that she regrets her actions that he and his cult are the only ones who can undo her sin by slaying imperials.
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____While in Orlena’s clan he met a small and friendly coatl who he found gorgeous. He wasn’t one for her very protective twin, but he always tried to talk to her. The more he learned about her the more he desired the new world to gift her, so she’d be safe from the cruelty. One day she was rambling about her past, pressed to his side as they walked through the gardens. The young coatl told him that she came from a distant light clan with a cruel leader, and that she had an older name, that she didn’t like anymore. He instantly knew that she and her twin were the ones he had to avenge. There he held her close and whispered her old name to her, Pythia. When she tensed in his arms he held her tighter, telling her that she was perfect and strong and that he’d bring her the bright and peaceful world they desired.
____Soon after she became his mate. While he adored her dearly he kept her far away from her not wanting her to see the darkness that would bring the light. He never laid a hand in her with out first askifg if she was okay with it. When I’m human forms he never hugged or kissed her with out asking. He never wanted for her to feel discomfort, if she showed even the slightest he’d back off and apologize. For the first time, he was glad that he hadn’t killed an imperial in a long while, as he didn’t want to lie to his mate about the scars he would make on his body in the wake. One night she had a vision in their nest one night, he held her close as her body shook and nuzzled her head. She told him her vision, smiling slightly as she curled closer to him. Her eyes sparkling with happiness, he vision was the two of them, laying in a meadow watching a mix of wildclaw and coatl hatchings play, and that the world seemed perfect and peaceful. He smiled and held her sweeter and closer that night, fully believing that his mate had just told him of his victory.
____Currently he and Ophelia have a single daughter together. A small wildclaw they named Elissa. More that ever Grima wishs for a world where his beloved mate and daughter have no worries in the worl.
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by Nyebe
