Gracewing
(#18020678)
Level 25 Skydancer
Familiar
Wintermane Bowman
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Female Skydancer
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.19 m
Wingspan
3.93 m
Weight
374.31 kg
Genetics
Blood
Crystal
Crystal
Blood
Facet
Facet
Crimson
Gembond
Gembond
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Skydancer
Max Level
STR
125
AGI
8
DEF
4
QCK
58
INT
9
VIT
11
MND
9
Biography
The Lady of Blood
these violent delights have violent ends.
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Titles: Her Excellency, Lady Shatterblood, Skylord of Wanderlost Name: Astaroth Gracewing Alignment: Lawful Evil Partner: Periel (informal) Knight: Carmilla Friends: Sinbad, Fira, Mhiradyth, Caesura Familiar: Lamia |
Pronouns: She/her Sexual Preference: Bisexual Romantic Preference: Homoromantic Occupation: Skylord of House Shatterblood. Former courtesan. Current bloodmage. Strengths: Blood magic, can temporarily take on the powers of the dragons she feeds on. Weaknesses: Capable of deep and loyal love. House: House Shatterblood |
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Beware the Lady Shatterblood, for her voice could charm the stars from the night and the life from your veins. She is frosted silver and rose petals and diamond chalices brimming crimson-dark - is that wine, or something thicker? No, all is not as it seems. There lurks a madness in her; blood and lust and bloodlust and a thousand more dark, debauched things not of this world. She is a demoness of a skydancer, a vampiress clad in bridal white, and you would not slake her thirst for long. But she is ecstasy and perfection and hell and what more could you ever desire? |
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Hatchling Biography She was once called Astaroth. Asta. The name is a half-forgotten thing, an echo of the lost and distant past. Few know her by that name today. Asta was once a young doctor of the southern icefields. Hers was a simple upbringing in a small, kindly clan that cared for travellers, hunters, and pilgrims from the continent who found themselves lost in the bitter polar storms. She grew into a lovely, intelligent young thing with no shortage of suitors. But the Ice Flight's cool, calculating nature was always strong in her, and she was a gifted student who always hungered for more. Adolescent Biography One day, her birth clan took in a bedraggled stranger with scales encased with shining jewels. They should have killed him, or better yet, cast him adrift on an ice flow. Many other clans would have. But gembond was a disease new to the isolated south, and her people did not know their peril. The ensuing epidemic devastated her clan, and before many months Asta was the last survivor. There was no cure. She had watched the healers she'd grown up with waste away and die trying to find one. Desolate and afraid, she struck out across the ice as beautiful crimson jewels encrusted her hide and wings. She wandered into the winter woods, fearing to spread the disease to other unsuspecting folk. At the ends of her strength, she stumbled across a lonely castle carved of ice in the midst of the tangled wilds by the frozen sea. Fainting at the doorstep, she awoke in the bed of the fey prince imprisoned there. There was something lonely and deeply otherwordly about him. Merethor smelled of blood and mist and shade-touched starlight. He nursed her over the next few days, though they both knew she was dying. Finally, he offered her a choice - die a mortal, or join him in his prison. Forsake her mortality and be cured. Share his blood curse as his bride. With her dying breath, she accepted. |
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Adult Biography And it was enough for many years, until very suddenly it wasn't. Astaroth lived for many decades by the storming sea, and she was content in a lonely way. She whiled years away in the great library, learning profane and occult rituals until little by little, her power nearly eclipsed her lord husband's. The day it all changed, a young wildclaw dragoness arrived at the gate of the castle, seeking shelter from the storms. Athene was soft and beautiful and so intoxicating alive. Her laughter brought life to the palace's empty halls. Asta bade her to stay, just for a while. One moon became two, two became three. Asta fell in love with her. Merethor watched silently, and bade his time. One fateful night, Astaroth went to Athene's bed only to find her lifeless body. In her rage and grief, she came into her full power and struck Merethor down with his own cursed magic. And that is how Astaroth Gracewing became the fey lady of the lonely castle and the last true bloodmage in the world. She was alone for years longer, for far too long. Madness clawed at the corners of her mind. She saw the palace's grandeur for the gilded cage that it was, and yet she was bound to it by the same ancient gaoler magic that had held Merethor. The bodies of her husband and her lover froze in place in the deep cold, kept intact for years. Perhaps it was the burgeoning madness in her that gave her the strength to finally break free. One fateful day, the sun rose in the south upon a castle in shattered ruins. Astaroth Gracewing was gone. Unbound at last, she wandered Sornieth and many fell to her unearthly beauty. She grew stronger with each victim, as their magic became her own. She was drawn like a predator to great sources of magic, and found her way to Wanderlost. Now, Gracewing dwells in the bone-white palace of Shatterblood - a castle that is not her prison, but her home. |
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Periel of Truthsong Oh, how strange the rumors are about Lady Shatterblood and the noble Lady Truthsong. Strange, and almost true. By day they are rival skylords and diametric foes - spring and autumn, dawn and dusk. But behind closed doors, Periel is hers. Her beautiful plaything, her fallen angel, the only lover whose healing gift is so strong that Gracewing cannot drain and kill her. Gracewing is determined to break Periel, to take her innocence and corrupt her virtue piece by piece - but Periel is much stronger than she knows. To Gracewing, their dance is intoxicating. Darling, what strange games we play. But I am the only one who gets to see you like this. |
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Athyne the Dancer She knows that this young, innocent reincarnation of Athene is not the dragoness she once knew. A mere child, no more. But she has an quiet concern for her nonetheless. Perhaps one would call it motherly affection, if one thought Gracewing still capable of such a feeling. Nowadays she watches over Athyne from afar, a secret patron to the dancer of Perle's court. She's ever so distant - Athyne herself hardly knows the identity of her benefactor. But if anyone were to wish harm upon her, they would face the full wrath of Shatterblood. |
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