Voltair
(#14020545)
The Head of the Scholars
Valiant
Golden Idol
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Energy: 44/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Nature.
Male Spiral
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.05 m
Wingspan
3.46 m
Weight
108.85 kg
Genetics
Midnight
Slime
Slime
Jade
Striation
Striation
Storm
Veined
Veined
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 10 Spiral
EXP: 133 / 27676
STR
8
AGI
14
DEF
8
QCK
10
INT
14
VIT
10
MND
10
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- Lidenius
- Sedore
- Fujin
- Cronus
- Pepillo
- Vesuvi
- Pari
- Teala
- Karen
- Fiona
- Bluebree
- Nakia
- Falgun
- Unnamed
- Deirdre
- Yuina
- Gable
- Aiko
- Ember
- Abyss
- FrolickingFae
- Levi
- Sabine
- Iari
- Unnamed
- Emiri
- Balti
- Sadira
- Siva
- Sonne
- Laelia
- Elwyn
- Kileth
- Kims
- Divantae
- Ameloren
- Arlen
- Cyber
- Unnamed
- Nash
- Arrana
- Shae
- Chime
- Whirlwind
- Merrol
- Aaliyah
- Vasalja
- Gaeif
- Falaereon
- Patch
- Loko
- Codex
- Nemoni
- Anja
- Cefni
- Sika
- Lynx
- Esrare
- Eren
- Merak
- Omtine
- Illyn
- Isolt
- Ridge
- Alark
- Talise
- Venom
- Imelda
- Jayna
- Isavar
- Yaminah
- Fraud
- Laura
- Galliard
- Lacaille
- Alise
- Eilir
- Kalira
- Ankaa
- Anwen
- Meiriona
- Infiniti
- Yahav
- Iorangi
- Imelda
- Savil
- Reyes
- Zembla
- Moduran
- Anahira
- Brady
- Ayaka
- Corthyra
- Aethos
- Flow
- Shamika
- Farain
- Pio
- Orthus
- Fugue
- Prince
- Ziva
- Rhys
- Layek
- Zuu
- San
- Galena
- Karnak
- Porter
- Kacey
- Evren
- Yaaziel
- Tol
- Beregond
- Cadell
- Pockets
- Vekaveb
- Renowned
- Araora
- Voodoo
- Vestrit
- Anubis
- Tigerseye
- Fenwick
- Awakened
- Venerated
- Erstad
- Ciri
- Aur
- Radine
- Rythika
- Joyful
- Aleksey
Biography
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♕ V O L T A I R The Head of the Scholars ╰ ╭  ╰ 
CLAN INFORMATION
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KAFANI
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CLAN MODREMOTH
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CLAN PYRE
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THE SWAMP
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THE SWAMP BOYS
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INDEX
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Translator | Scribe | Elder ╰ bio template by squidragon adapted by Katalist
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Poison and Toxin applied 24/04/16
Striation and Opal applied 20/06/18 Pearlcatcher Breed Changed 20/06/18 Pearlcatcher to Spiral 14/03/20 Poison to Slime 15/03/20 Opal to Veined 16/03/20
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"Judge of a man by his questions rather than by his answers."
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Voltair was a studious little fae. First turned pearlcatcher, then turned spiral, thanks to the help of a few library custodians and some dusty scrolls, he's still adjusting to his size. One of the original dragons, Voltair has seen the Tribe grow from a group to a fully functioning clan. Through thorough discussions with his clan members, jobs have been allocated to his members. Voltair is proud of his jobs. Armed with his vast knowledge of foreign texts and cultures, Voltair is the clan Translator, Scribe and LoreKeeper, as well as being a scholar in his spare time. His hand often cramps from the constant writing, but he has taught himself to be ambidextrous, writing with the left while his mate, Kafani, massages his right. He works underneath Modremoth, the clan leader, and deeply respects Pyre for her driven attitude, if a bit rough with the lesser skilled dragons. His fellow scholars visit him often from his lofty alcove in the new library, if not to give him new books they have written, then to just chat. His previous obsession was with the shade, an ancient monster in scripture. When Celeste visited his nest, with concerns about the night sky, Voltair increased his study on the being, but found nothing more than half-formed assumptions and archaic information that crumbled in his hands. Now, he has moved his gaze onto the present, and the current lack of job handling. Taking it in his stride, Voltair handles the job registrar of the Tribe, as well as the money these dragons bring in until they can afford to hire a vault guard. However, he is definitely overwhelmed with the current size of the Tribe. He has since asked his former assistant to take over the registrar, to which she has excelled. Being an old fuddy-duddy now, Voltair often does not keep up with the speed of the younger dragons. He has little patience for the Swamp denizens, and only wishes they report in when they're told, so he can keep track of his jobs. He often looks down at his registrar, filling up slowly with scribbles, scratches and new names, and wishes he could keep track. Thankfully Anaisa has taken on some of the load, and keeps a much more thorough registrar, complete with sketches of every dragon's face.
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Voltair is the second ever dragon to come to this spot. Creeping behind Kafani, they took this spot and created a clan. Kafani quickly became the head of the clan, governing the dragons who chose to stay here and live. He was very proud of her. Soon, however, he started noticing cracks. She was tired, and complained often. Her eggs were smaller than average, and her babies weak. Voltair was worried he was going to lose his mate. At this time a skydancer by the name of Modremoth had wobbled his way into the clan, thanks to the daughter of Sheba. Voltair saw something different in the hatchling, and started teaching him everything he, the diminutive fae, knew. Soon the hatchling grew into an elegant dragon, and Voltair knew he was ready. He must act quickly. Arranging a deal with a nature clan member that lived nearby, Modremoth soon got a mysterious package full of bird bones and antlers. Modremoth was of course confused, but Voltair told him to wait. Soon his time will be ready. He went to his mate, who was looking sickly. The pressures of leadership was weighing heavily on her, and the hatchlings were driving her to the ground. Her wings were ripped from overzealous guardians, she'd been thrown around by imperial babies, whilst their adults screamed at each other for crossing too close to each others nest. Although it was hard for her to sit and rest, Voltair made her do so, with a handful of freshly caught butterflies, her favourite. While she munched, he told her everything that should have mentioned earlier. He pushed heavily on her doubts, and attacked her worries until she couldn't handle it anymore. She sobbed and fled, butterfly wings trailing behind her. He took this chance to gather the dragons. He explained to them, soberly, that Kafani had quit her role as leader. As such, the clan is now without a leader. Modremoth stood up to nominate himself but Jewel, a golden thief, snuck in first and took the role. Whilst the clan was in heavy discussion, leading to riot, Voltair snuck out and took to wing. His main care was about Kafani. When he found her, shaking and exhausted, he gathered her up in his arms, like how they first met, and slept. His sin was done. He hoped she would forgive him. He only did it because he loved her, and did not want to lose her to a job she hated. When he and Kafani finally returned, the clan was a mess. Jewel was the leader, but was ignoring the needs of the other dragons, whilst Modremoth was trying his hardest to take over, however the others wouldn't let him. He had to ascend by fighting the current male leader.... Him. And so he set the battle up. Modremoth fought hard against Voltair, who refused to hurt him. Finally, a tail whip sent Voltair tumbling through the air, and out of the battle. The battle was over, thought not as graciously as Voltair had wanted, and Modremoth was the true leader. The first thing he did was banish Jewel for her thievery, and later chose Pyre to lead beside him. A better decision he has yet to make, for Pyre's brashness makes up for Modremoth's caution. Voltair, now retired, was able to follow in his passion: study. He stuck beside Modremoth, and taught whilst Modremoth lead. At night, though, whilst Kafani slept, he studied the ancient books, scriptures and scraps the scavenger dragons brought him. He learned of the deities, of the Glademother herself, and of the beast clans. He studied the lore of the dragons, and the ancient languages. He learnt coatl, which was very difficult considering the lack of dragons to practice it on. Kafani steadily grew stronger, but she would never be as strong as she used to be. Voltair let Lira take over care for her when Modremoth grew more into the leadership role. He was there when the lair consisted mainly of faes and skydancers and he watched them leave. He saw the guardians come and go. He observed when Pyre entered the clan, and with her, coatls. Whilst he politely kept his distance, when an aspiring young coatl called Endo sought him out, he was delighted. Even Kafani liked this chap. Voltair predicts that Modremoth will lead with Pyre and Endo, and the trio will lead strongly together. Lately he has been visited by an intelligent young skydancer by the name of Erica, who shows great promise in learning the ancient secrets. Soon, however, he is afraid she will eclipse him in knowledge, and so he does his best to find ancient novels and parchments that will educate her further. Her passion lies in the ancient text, and of the snappers. Now Voltair watches the clan grow and prosper. Whilst he has no part in in leadership, the new leaders still come and ask him for guidance. The hatchlings treat the faes with reverance, and every dragon that visits his nest always remember to bring butterflies for Kafani. Many years have passed since those days. Caught dreaming of the quiet times, Voltair cracked his back and wriggled the fingers of his newly formed paw. Many nights studying the individual breeds had led him to yearn for a larger body, one more capable of holding knowledge. His ultimate form, an imperial, was met with graceful apologies and rude declination, so he had chosen the next best form. Though he had waited until his mate was ready, he had done his part of the spell with her, and they had both emerged as different forms. And now he had a pearl, one which was small, yet already contained a large amount of the knowledge and memories he had bestowed upon it. Maybe this was the reason those old thoughts had come floating up. He chuckled to himself. Erica had not visited for a very long time. She had moved on to an Ice clan, many generations ago, on civil terms. On her travels, she had finally met a young snapper, and regaled her with tales of the clan, back when it was still so young and underdeveloped. That snapper had found his clan, and settled here quite firmly, takin care of all the newborns. Erica would be so wonderous to know that the first sight the Tribe's hatchlings saw, was one of the ancient beasts that wandered the planet. She looked like a true stone and wooden golem too. Endo had stayed, though his form had changed as much as Voltair's had. His purple and white body was now a dark grey, with golden tones. And he had given up his stout coatl legs, for the long, powerful thighs of a wildclaw. And with the wildclaw's penchant for polyamorous relationships, Endo had welcomed another wildclaw into Pyre's bed. A clickety clackety version of him, he reckons. Loa was the same age as him, and they got along well enough. Voltair never understood the reasoning between the relationship, but with the vast influx of wildclaws into the tribe, he was willing to let it slide. Pyre had changed as well. He was unsure if it was due to age, as to why all the oldest dragons had either changed form, colour, or moved on, but even Pyre wasn't safe to the change. Her red tones had grown dark, till she was almost black. Her fiery tone had not mellowed with age, however. Modremoth still stayed the same, though his fur grew grey and silences long. He still had not borne an heir capable of his place, though Votlair still thought Berry was a strong candidate. The clans had split, into two, then three, and now there's talk of 4 clans, though they don't do very much. Voltair thinks they're more of a faction than anything. A disease had come through the clan, killing all but a few of the coatls, as well as the ridgebacks. The elements had shifted, time and time again, and while the clan still stayed in the Viridian Labyrinth, more and more exposure to the other nations was resulting in odd sparks of elemental magic. The beastclans had grown closer, and the representatives were being called upon more and more now. The marketplace, once a small area for surrounding clans to trade, was now completely owned by the Tribe, and Voltair saw hundreds of thousands of dragons pass through the marketplace under the Tree. Dragons of all sizes and affiliations hawked and bartered at stalls, including some of his own. Voltair didn't mind, up in his lofty balcony in the Tree. He was far enough away that only the music reached him, and it was always pleasant. And his mate. His mate still shared the same body, as she once had when she was a fae. But now. with due rest, time, and a few scrolls, she had regained some of her lost energy. She danced through the boughs of the great Tree, her sunken eyes showing joy, an emotion Voltair knew had been truly lost to her for some time. Still chasing butterflies, Voltair knew she was happy again. And that was enough for him.
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ETYMOLOGY - French: Named after a famous french writer, philosopher and historian. RELATIONS -
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Voltair
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