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Cronus

(#44721893)

Level 25 Wildclaw

Familiar

Spoiling Scorpio

Energy: 44/50

Personal Style

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Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

3.9 m

Wingspan

8.33 m

Weight

463.97 kg

Genetics

Platinum
Python

Wine
Hypnotic

Charcoal
Underbelly

Hatchday

Aug 29, 2018
(5 years)

Breed

Adult
Wildclaw

Eye Type

Plague
Uncommon

Level 25 Wildclaw

Max Level

STR

125

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

Biography

Cronus

Assassin
Phenomenon

B I O G R A P H Y

Cronus was born to Titan, a powerful, unbeatable, respected monster. His mother was made just for him, almost as perfect as he was. Cronus wasn’t as grand as his father at birth, far from it. The hatchling was better than most children though, his father proud of him. To make sure his bloodline would be passed down right, Cronus trained with his father as soon as he hatched, leaving the child always in some kind of pain. Titan never eased up, some of the even darker hearted dragons just a tad bit worried. They knew as soon as his son died, Titan could maybe take his anger out on any dragon. Cronus loved his father’s lack of mercy, their minds very similar. His mother, despite having no programing, grew a hint of worry. She didn’t act on it though, just made sure not to let him lose a limb. She knew since he was Titan’s son losing a limb would only allow an inferior replacement. Titan understood this, not normally one to keep a dragon intact.

Conus soon grew very skilled in combat, Titan starting to see him as a threat. He sent his son away, telling him to return only when he had a clan his own. Cronus didn’t seem mind, neither him or Titan sharing any love for one another really. He set off, making quick work of rouge dragons near the clan, feasting on them for food. He quickly gained a reputation of being a dangerous, lethal rouge of the wastelands. He grew bored of the land after a while, but didn’t leave. He knew he’d miss the harsh environment, and knew there was no harsher land than his home. He was well fed though, something he didn’t want to happen. He chose to join a clan, one that was new and rather weak. They depended on him, but never knew where he hunted for food. He gained a skill there he’d learn was almost as strong as his claws.

He could make women do whatever he wanted, his silver tongue and smooth voice soon his second weapon, besides his talons. He soon had the whole clan wrapped around his little claw. That was when he got bored, making quick work of them. He stayed a little longer, eating the remains of those liked most and keeping their claws on a necklace. It was a trait from his dad, but he didn’t want to taint his body with the grossness that was his former clan mates. He did this a bit more times, always adding those he hated the least to his necklace of claws. He continued this until he finally realized he was bored of this too. He chose to sit until he knew what to do next, sitting for months on end. During this time, his bounty had spread all around Sornieth, so all kinds of bounty hunters and assassins were after him.

B I O G R A P H Y

When he stopped sitting he finally an idea. He chose to learn to use a sword, a weapon he knew for its deadly nature. He was a quick learner, mastering it in a week. He then killed his master and anyone who saw his face, making sure that no assassins would be able to find him. He sadly forgot about one hatchling who fled for help. Soon he was on the run, dealing with bounty hunters day in and out. He grew annoyed with this quickly, hunting down the person who put a bounty on his head. It was a royal imperial, his kingdom having been founded by a survivor of one of Cronus’s raids. The wild claw tried to kill him but was thrown in jail, his head to be chopped off the following week. Until that time he was subjected to torment, nothing making him so much as ask for them to stop. When the day came though, a small bit of fear lingered inside him as he walked to the guillotine.

Before he was executed, a dragon swept down from the sky and sliced off the cuffs, freeing Cronus’s hands. He made quick work of the executioners, but never knew who saved him, fleeing for the first time in his life since he was outnumbered more than normal. He never forgot this, and swore vengeance on the imperial. Though even his wild mind knew to wait and get help. He wandered around aimlessly, the torcher finally wearing on him. He passed out in Arcane territory, waking to find himself being healed by a sky dancer. He snarled at her, the dragon having tried to tend to his scars. He told her she could heal him, but not to remove his scars ever.

Bio template by @Mibella, find it here.

After the invasion...
Cronus had helped uphold his promise to Freakshow and Mara. However, Nick and Red had managed to strike a deadly blow to his legs. Thanks to mechanics and magic, he can still walk. However, he has to have his legs covered in metal assists. He hates them and swears he doesn't need them. However, his legs are severely damaged and without his braces, he would struggle to even stand. He was easily captured by the new clan but refuses to say much. Just that they had control of this land until someone betrayed the alliance.

Needs: THIS o3o

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