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Messiah

(#1681946)

Level 1 Ridgeback

Energy: 0/50

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Measurements

Length

15.83 m

Wingspan

14.77 m

Weight

5956.13 kg

Genetics

Obsidian
Clown

Caribbean
Shimmer

Aqua
Circuit

Hatchday

Dec 17, 2013
(10 years)

Breed

Adult
Ridgeback

Eye Type

Lightning
Common

Level 1 Ridgeback

EXP: 0 / 245

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Biography

MESSIAH.mechano maestro

THIS IS NOT THE WAY I'M WIRED
YOU'VE GIVEN IN TO ALL THESE RECKLESS DARK DESIRES

x.x.PERSONALITY | The enormous fortified citadel that the clan has called home for many years now is the achievement of Messiah himself. Many dragons came together to help forge his vision, but the scribbles upon age-worn paper that outline every beam and bolt making up the Frozen Requiem are of his design. He is it's father, and like any good father he devotes his life to see it cared for. Not only did he engineer the structure at its birth, but as science has developed over the years Messiah make alterations to the fortress, adapting it to the changes in the world around it. He's methodical and genius, but there is a touch of insanity in his wiring.

Years in isolation caused a now deeply-rooted madness to take hold of him. Youthful memories were wiped away and in their stead are voices and images that do not really exsist. It often takes a stern tap on the shoulder to grab Messiah's attention, as your calling of his name will be mistaken for an abstract voice in his own head. It is not uncommon to hear him talking to himself either, even argueing, but like Ignacia's foul mood swings and Selucia's never-ending stories, it is an oddity that is fully accepted as commonplace.

wip....

LYING THROUGH YOUR TEETH AGAIN
THINK ABOUT IT, YOU'RE POUNDING ON THE FAULT LINE

x.x.cour i . The only known history of Messiah begins with the first steel beam that he helped lay in to the frigid mountainside of the crags. The Frozen Requiem's fortress, built long before the current occupying clan's birth, was his ingenious design. But it was the collaborative effort of many masters of every elemental trade to make such a structure that would be impregnable by any foe and withstand the region's relentless squalls.

A master smith from the Ashfall Waste hand forged the alloy that made the castle's infrastructure. The stained glass windows were carefully assembled by a scholarly imperial of the Sunbeam ruins, whose use of the glass to amplify the sunlight it let in was only surpassed by his own skill at beautiful craftsmanship. Bone-carved palisades were delicately tipped with poison and driven in to the outer grounds by the sons and daughters of the Plaguebringer.

Druidic mages breathed life in to the foliage, making trees and vines grow up and down the inner walls completely unphased by the cold. Builders from Dragonhome methodically pieced it all together, with devoted Arcane mages laying in the final layer of fortification with protective spells. From ferreting out flaws in the defenses to improvising walls for secret passages, dragons of every flight gave the icy tower a touch of their brilliance to its design until even the fortress' father--Messiah--could not even compose a way to infiltrate it.

Paying homage to its location deep in the Southern Icefields and to all who had passed in the conflict of the differing flights, it would be named the 'Frozen Requiem'. It was a masterpiece intended to rival the pillar itself.

But it would fall short.

This newly erected fortress would house a community founded in peace and solidarity. They would abstain from Dominance and refuse to submit to the conflict of their ancestors...for a time. But blood, it turns out, is much thicker than even the mortar that held the Requiem together. What began as bickering soon turned to bloodshed, and as political alliances were forged and secularism grabbed hold, chaos erupted. Battles would be waged inside the fortress' walls, smashing windows and collapsing passages. Gilded instruments from the Plateau littered the rooms in pieces, while water spewed from broken fountains and corroded the architecture over time. Constant warring crippled the framework at its core, and the fortress began to fall apart from within.

One by one, the clan dispersed until only the father was left--Messiah. Even in its shattered state, the Ridgeback could not bring himself to leave it all behind. With only his original plans and his own two claws, he began the painfully slow process of restoring his precious citadel. He would lose all track of time and become entirely consumed with this new (but familiar) task.

The isolation brought in a madness that slowly chipped away at his mind. He would argue with dragons that weren't there or destroy structures just after he repaired them. His memories began to slip--he could no longer recall the faces or names of his mother and father. And his sister--he was sure that he had one, but as to what he had ever called her there is no memory. He would spend the rest of his life wondering if perhaps he had only dreamed her up, along with those vague images of afternoons spent lazing in the sand as thunder rolled in from the highlands.

This constant fall in to insanity would go on until one day, the sound of footfalls echoed through the fortress' halls. At first, he was convinced his mind was playing tricks on him, until a willowy figure came to stand before him. A Skydancer, her skin a mottled gold and black, stared at him cautiously. "Is this your fortress?" She asked, her gaze drifting to the floor where a broken harp lay. She gently picked it up and began to pluck at the remaining strings, wincing at the off-tune sound. Messiah stood in silence, unable to find the words to reply as she helped herself to the instruments around the room--unstrapping one to replace the strings on the harp she carried. Finally, she spoke up again.

"My clansmen and I have been eyeing this place for some time. We are outgrowing our home in the Tundra and thought it quite lucky to stumble upon such a large, fortified structure such as this one with no occupants. But then we could hear you hammering about in here and thought better of just barging in en masse." She tightened the last string on the harp and ran her claws across them, a pleasant sound echoing through the room. The Skydancer looked up at Messiah, grinning. "Ah, that was easy, wasn't it? The rest of this mess might not be, but if you had some help..." She trailed off, her sideways gaze posing the question her words did not.

Clearing his throat, Messiah cautiously began to speak. "No matter how many hands be laid on this structure, it will never be perfect again. Do not waste your time." He started to turn from her, but she swiftly moved in his path. "What luck! We're an imperfect clan, so an imperfect home would suit us nicely. Won't you allow us to help you?" He sniffed, towering over her in an intimidating fashion. She was either brave or stupid, as she only heightened herself and stared at him defiantly. "Fine." He hissed, sinking back on to his haunches. "But I have overseen this fortress being built beam from heavy beam and I will not have some rogue dragons coming in and tainting my work. If you wish to repair this structure and live here, you will do so by my exact instruction."

"Marvelous!" She cooed, pressing an unwanted snout against his as he hurriedly withdrew. "I will go tell my Queen! She will be delighted to have a new home and a personal engineer to boot!"

Indeed, rogue best described this group. They were a mismatched bunch, heavily white-eyed and far from harmonious. But the Skydancer, who would only later introduce herself as Miede, was right when she said the fortress--fractured and hardly perfect--suited them nicely. They accepted Messiah as one of their own, another member of their dysfunction, and though he never got back the memories he lost during his time in isolation, he made many new ones. Meide became somewhat of a sister to him, filling that void that his blood sister left.

x.x.cour ii . Through the tyranny that would later wreck the clan, Messiah never stopped caring for the imposing structure he had helped build. He was its father, it's caretaker, and only he could see it engineered properly through the wars that Dominic, the next King, brought on to the clan.

The beastclans came in droves, tearing through the palisades and knocking down the stone walls. Only steel did not crumble beneath their weapons, but through the cracks and imperfections did they slip in.

to be continued...

ENGINEER

TRAITS
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uneasy
distracted
isolated

BATTLE
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Undetermined
unstarted!

ARTWORK
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previous bio

In times past, there are tales of the oldest dragons.

The ones that came first and had the purest blood and the deepest devotion to their deities.

Some say they died of old age.

Others say they are just hibernating. Waiting for the right time to return to the lands of their birth and show the world the ultimate dragons of the flight.

To lead the dragons that have gone astray back home to the lands of their beginnings.

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