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Carnevale

(#28830463)

Level 10 Pearlcatcher

Familiar

Maren Harvester

Energy: 0/50

Personal Style

Apparel

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Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

6.62 m

Wingspan

3.9 m

Weight

644.69 kg

Genetics

Copper
Cherub

Gloom
Shimmer

Smoke
Runes

Hatchday

Nov 27, 2016
(7 years)

Breed

Adult
Pearlcatcher

Eye Type

Ice
Common

Level 10 Pearlcatcher

EXP: 886 / 27676

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

none

Biography

Carnevale
"We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light. "

"But think twice before you enter,
once you're there you can't return
to the world as you know it,
and the hardest thing to learn
is... the heartache and the sorrow
will stay warm like glowing coals.
Yes, it's sad, but true,
they're a part of you
in the Carnival of Souls.

Yes, it's sad, but true,
they are forever a part of you,
and they will burn you
like glowing coals
in the Carnival of Souls."

Time is a formidable enemy, a cruel and merciless lad, especially when it holds you cuffed down in imprisonment and renders you unable to physically live out there in the palpable world. That’s the story of this enigmatic Pearlcatcher. He is nothing more than a shadow in your reflection, bound to the only heritage that an Ice Flight dragon is entitled to. He cannot move nor interact in the realm of the living since he is trapped in a frigid, silent cage. The only means of establishing a bridge between his magic and the world is through reflections, be it on any crystalline surface that allows so;think of polished gems, liquid bodies, a mirror or even an eye. Carnevale is there. Mute, still and chained, but essentially there. Nonetheless, fellow talented mages are gifted with the skill of awareness, and may discern who that body camouflaged on their reflections is. That is how he reaches his say out, ingraining his ideas and beliefs in their vulnerable minds.

He had been given many names, infamous and cryptic, yet deliberately gifting him a sense of power and greatness. He is a puppeteer of sorts with strings coiled in his claws and whispering seeds of manipulation in the brains of those that dare get involved with him. Carnevale plays in the shadows that envelop him and still manages to develop an influence in the physical plane. With all this might that should be reckoned, how could he not have an inflated ego and aberrant intent on controlling that which surrounds him? Cheeky as can be, he is characterised by a self-aware indifference and twisted tongue. He holds no further resentment to his circumstances, considering he only seeks to survive in that hollow existence. Many others are bent on taking the wyrm as a threat, a cunning villain and an obscure snide - what with his tendency of avoiding any indulgence that does not benefit him in return or even ignoring the duty of cleaning his reputation against those that snarl in his direction.

Regardless, he is not exactly dark and withered in his core. He is no rebel without a cause squirming in the vicinity in order to abuse victims with his blooming powers. In fact, his eyes see the world much bigger and greater than any mortal individual could ever realise. It is because of that that Carnevale is what he is, probing his presence around and interfering with what he must to favour himself in the end. He would rather turn his snout away from those that point at him and blare accusations or scream a piece of their minds. Besides, there is a greater cause haunting the back of his mind, buried in the confines of the Whispering Eyes Clan. He has no purpose there, nor home or family. He solely reaches out to many members of it to inspect and closely keep guard on them. One of the artifacts they preserve and hold shyly away is a relic linked to the Pearlcatcher’s original time and life, before he got dragged into the mess of the present.

Thanks to said heirloom, his life essence continues to be maintained in this reality. Gloomily he must accept that it won’t ever aid in his journey for freedom, for salvation, though Carnevale continues to fade in beside your reflection. An eerie, silenced shadow, protecting his artifact as lowly as he can. No one must suspect of the truth behind it. He stares it, nostalgia coursing through his spirit, sighing in grievance before returning to pull the strings in his little puppet show.

Credits;

Bio edit/reword/fix up; Leucine

For Sale: No
Will Breed Upon Request: Convince me
Set Mate: Wip
Lore Mate Matches Breeding Pair: Wip
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