Callous
(#25510953)
Level 1 Nocturne
Familiar
Elk
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Male Nocturne
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.67 m
Wingspan
5.47 m
Weight
575.84 kg
Genetics
Eldritch
Cherub
Cherub
Eldritch
Peregrine
Peregrine
Hunter
Spines
Spines
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Nocturne
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
get spinner!
a sniper disguised as a seer.
involved with the local mafia w cerberus.
always under a calm facade to mask his rather sly and mischievous self. his personality is a mish-mash of the mafia members, and utilizes different personas to achieve his goals. callous is mostly.. callous and isn't afraid of hurting anyone's feelings. callous likes to get sneaky, and almost never fails a job. really likes pie. that's his main personality, pie.
a sniper disguised as a seer.
involved with the local mafia w cerberus.
always under a calm facade to mask his rather sly and mischievous self. his personality is a mish-mash of the mafia members, and utilizes different personas to achieve his goals. callous is mostly.. callous and isn't afraid of hurting anyone's feelings. callous likes to get sneaky, and almost never fails a job. really likes pie. that's his main personality, pie.
By Caelyn, #205084 wrote:
“You know, I never heard of a seer who loved pie as much as you.” The gray-black Imperial watched, faintly disgusted, as Callous scoffed another slice. “My sire’s recipe. Blackberry and moon jelly.”
Callous scrubbed an errant chunk of pastry off his face. “It’s wonderful. In fact, I see a lot of contented employment in my future.”
Cerberus’ brows rose. “Is that so, O Great Fortune Teller?”
“One may count on it,” he said solemnly.
~*~
He didn’t remember when the idea struck him. It must have been one Trickmurk, back when he was scarcely a hatchling: he’d been captivated by all the seers. Having cleaned his siblings out with loaded dice three days ago, he spent the festival wandering from booth to booth. He loved all of it, reveling in the heavy smoke, the glowing crystals, the scent of incense. He listened to each of them spin wild tales about his future.
You’ll be a great businessman one day.
I see a dark, crooked path for you…
Darkness surrounds your fate. But I can’t see what…
You’ll be lonely, yet surrounded by crowds of admirers.
As he went from one to the next, his little wings grew sore. But he also became confused. How can I be a businessman, but also on a crooked path? That doesn’t make any sense…
At the end of the evening, he found his little clan. His siblings shot him dark glares since they’d spent the festival watching others play games. Putting his talons in his uncle’s paw, Callous mentioned that the fortune tellers were interesting, but that their stories had become confused.
And he never forgot his uncle’s response. After chuckling dryly, he said, “Little one, you’ve just got taken by charlatans of the first order.”
“No I didn’t!”
“You did. You paid them a little mountain of treasure to spin lies for you. Let that be a lesson.” His uncle flicked his ear.
Later that night, lying on his back and scowling up at the stars, Callous realized he still admired the fortune tellers. But not for their gift of prophecy.
Instead, for their ability to tell such bold lies and get away with it.
~*~
His quarry stood in a slant of moonlight. He raised his bow, biting his tongue to line up the shot.
“Who’s there?” A pale watchman glided out from the shadows, ready to draw his sword with his teeth.
Callous scrambled upright and yanked his hood over his face. “It’s just I. Simple old me, meditating on the moonlight to get a better picture of the future.”
The white skydancer relaxed a little. “Is that so?”
“Yes,” Callous said, talons inching toward the dagger tucked in his waistband. “In fact, I see pleasant surprises in store for you.”
Callous scrubbed an errant chunk of pastry off his face. “It’s wonderful. In fact, I see a lot of contented employment in my future.”
Cerberus’ brows rose. “Is that so, O Great Fortune Teller?”
“One may count on it,” he said solemnly.
~*~
He didn’t remember when the idea struck him. It must have been one Trickmurk, back when he was scarcely a hatchling: he’d been captivated by all the seers. Having cleaned his siblings out with loaded dice three days ago, he spent the festival wandering from booth to booth. He loved all of it, reveling in the heavy smoke, the glowing crystals, the scent of incense. He listened to each of them spin wild tales about his future.
You’ll be a great businessman one day.
I see a dark, crooked path for you…
Darkness surrounds your fate. But I can’t see what…
You’ll be lonely, yet surrounded by crowds of admirers.
As he went from one to the next, his little wings grew sore. But he also became confused. How can I be a businessman, but also on a crooked path? That doesn’t make any sense…
At the end of the evening, he found his little clan. His siblings shot him dark glares since they’d spent the festival watching others play games. Putting his talons in his uncle’s paw, Callous mentioned that the fortune tellers were interesting, but that their stories had become confused.
And he never forgot his uncle’s response. After chuckling dryly, he said, “Little one, you’ve just got taken by charlatans of the first order.”
“No I didn’t!”
“You did. You paid them a little mountain of treasure to spin lies for you. Let that be a lesson.” His uncle flicked his ear.
Later that night, lying on his back and scowling up at the stars, Callous realized he still admired the fortune tellers. But not for their gift of prophecy.
Instead, for their ability to tell such bold lies and get away with it.
~*~
His quarry stood in a slant of moonlight. He raised his bow, biting his tongue to line up the shot.
“Who’s there?” A pale watchman glided out from the shadows, ready to draw his sword with his teeth.
Callous scrambled upright and yanked his hood over his face. “It’s just I. Simple old me, meditating on the moonlight to get a better picture of the future.”
The white skydancer relaxed a little. “Is that so?”
“Yes,” Callous said, talons inching toward the dagger tucked in his waistband. “In fact, I see pleasant surprises in store for you.”
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