Caroline
(#33922046)
Level 25 Nocturne
Louis
Nightmare
Click or tap to view this dragon in Predict Morphology.
Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Nature.
Female Nocturne
This dragon is hibernating.
Expand the dragon details section.
Collapse the dragon details section.
Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.54 m
Wingspan
6.88 m
Weight
665.83 kg
Genetics
Dust
Cherub
Cherub
Grey
Eel
Eel
Lead
Thylacine
Thylacine
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Nocturne
Max Level
STR
109
AGI
9
DEF
7
QCK
17
INT
6
VIT
15
MND
7
Biography
|
- - caroline "carol" gri | 63 y/o | she/it | albanian
female (cis woman); lesbian
-
none |
lucyhasyou - talent sampler (cover)
toyhousebackstory
- scientist, former surgeon
- very lonely as a child
- in her eyes, she felt as though she didn't do well at school (she got average grades, save for her science classes)
- had a passion for biology and the medical field that carried on to her adult life
- carol adopted a child, louis. she loved him deeply and aimed to do what was best for him. he died a few years after being adopted, devastating carol
- as a result, she becomes nervous when around small children and refuses to take care of them
- convicted for malpractice three times. ran away from nevadeen shortly after
- kept her convictions a secret from silvino and his team
personality
- timid
- has difficulty making friends
- very envious of successful people, wants to be like them
- quick to regret choices she makes; constantly second guesses herself
- motherly; sees her team as a family
physique
- even outside her workplace, she has a surgical mask on her person
- gets easily fatigued
- has no magic or talents to call her own. she's tried to obtain magic/innate talents... but it didn't work out
relationships
- relationship with parents was strained. does not talk to them
- doted on louis. wanted to give him all the support and affection she never got from her family
- grateful that silvino was willing to give her a second chance in life
family: louis gri (child - deceased)
other
- has generalized anxiety. developed moderate/major depression after louis died
- //OHOOHOHOHOOHOH THE NIGHTMARE FAM LOOKS A LOT LIKE LOUIS'S ORIGINAL DESIGN
- loves seafood
- dislikes horror films
- has a disdain for shows about the medical field (the only exception is scrubs)
fr changelogjune 26, 2022: changed secondary from morph to eel
//kelly green spats
outfit
Caroline Gri
by kipuka
A Bedtime Story
Once...there was a petit prince, and then...there was none.
No, that’s not how you tell a story, I’m sorry, my love, mom is just thinking out loud.
Let’s start again, okay? It’s already very late for bedtime stories, almost too late.
Let mom tell you another story, a story about...about someone who has never been accepted. Even by herself.
I...I mean, she, she always wanted to be a medic. Not just an average one, but an extraordinary one. The ones that save lives and uncover the mysterious truth of life. And of course, science. I’m sorry that I didn’t teach enough of these to you. The fabric of the reality that we live in…Ah, I deviated from our story, didn’t I?
She was ambitious, so ambitious she was, that she despises anyone who did better than her. After all, she gave all she could, how can anyone else best her? No one should ever be more professional and precise than her. But there were, and there were a lot. That must have been some dumb luck, she thought. And she tried even harder, and save lives she did.
If I was the writer of this story, I would have end this story right here. Happy ever after, why not? But it didn’t.
One fatal failure for any living creature, including dragons, of course, is that we never will be able to work forever. We need to sleep, we need to rest and relax. Ridiculous, really. Those who work the hardest fell down the abyss of incompetence, while the others who take all the time in the world to sleep and rest get all the credit.
Where’s the logic in that?
Anyways, she tried, and she failed. It doesn’t pain her to see clan leader fell asleep, the kind that one never wakes up from. They deserve it anyways, if they want to sleep, to a forever sleep they shall. That doesn’t mean she intended it to happen, though. Reality works in a funny way, it always land you exactly where you should be.
And then there was the warrior. She saw him fell into his own blood, and how his body was not his anymore. For so long she tended to them, all of them. Them who has seen the worst of war. Her eyelids were sticking to each other, and she can see nothing but the endless stream of crimson. She failed them yet again.
She never ever regretted any of her choices, even though some weren’t even her choices. Maybe she had made some mistakes, maybe she had told some lies, but in the end, there’s something that I know you of all people can understand. You know what I’m saying, do you not? Louis?
I hope you don’t hate me for failing to fight off the claws of death. It was, and still is my lifelong counterpart. It haunts me wherever I go and whatever I do. There may be something that I could have done, something that slipped my mind, like the thoughts that you wake up from, as tender as a piece of silk, and they slip away so quickly, you can’t even remember that they existed.
Every time I look at you, my love, I think of how you are the reflection of me, but better. There’re so much, so much that I could have and should have told you, but I didn’t. I should have told you how tiny you were when I first saw you. You are so surreal to me, I never thought you could ever be a part of my life, that sounds too much like a dream.
But you did.
I’ll never forget the first time you called me mom. That was a windy afternoon, I was so tired, I was always so tired. And you came to me, with your precious innocent smile. You said, mom. That moment, I feel like my life could never ever be better. Like I said, I’ve done a lot of things that I wish I have not, but you should know this, I have never regret the decision of taking you as my son, not even for a split second.
Not even now.
Melancholy, they say, is a deadlier disease than death, it has no symptoms, no cure, and even no closure. Anyone who lives within the shadow of melancholy, is her forever victim. I am wearing a forever veil of a sad mother, this veil is too heavy for me to bear any more. It is soaking with my tear and blood. I’ve delayed this visit as long as I could. I can’t do it anymore, I can’t pretend that you never existed. You were here, wherever. Your shape is still in your room, your voice is still in my ears, and you, you are still in my heart.
Ah, I talked too much, even forgot to tell you the most important thing in this whole nonsense reality.
My one and only son, Louis, happy birthday.
Now, to sleep you must. Mom will come back tomorrow, and you will wake up, okay? Promise? Please, Louis. Answer me.
Just, answer me.
Please.
Once...there was a petit prince, and then...there was none.
No, that’s not how you tell a story, I’m sorry, my love, mom is just thinking out loud.
Let’s start again, okay? It’s already very late for bedtime stories, almost too late.
Let mom tell you another story, a story about...about someone who has never been accepted. Even by herself.
I...I mean, she, she always wanted to be a medic. Not just an average one, but an extraordinary one. The ones that save lives and uncover the mysterious truth of life. And of course, science. I’m sorry that I didn’t teach enough of these to you. The fabric of the reality that we live in…Ah, I deviated from our story, didn’t I?
She was ambitious, so ambitious she was, that she despises anyone who did better than her. After all, she gave all she could, how can anyone else best her? No one should ever be more professional and precise than her. But there were, and there were a lot. That must have been some dumb luck, she thought. And she tried even harder, and save lives she did.
If I was the writer of this story, I would have end this story right here. Happy ever after, why not? But it didn’t.
One fatal failure for any living creature, including dragons, of course, is that we never will be able to work forever. We need to sleep, we need to rest and relax. Ridiculous, really. Those who work the hardest fell down the abyss of incompetence, while the others who take all the time in the world to sleep and rest get all the credit.
Where’s the logic in that?
Anyways, she tried, and she failed. It doesn’t pain her to see clan leader fell asleep, the kind that one never wakes up from. They deserve it anyways, if they want to sleep, to a forever sleep they shall. That doesn’t mean she intended it to happen, though. Reality works in a funny way, it always land you exactly where you should be.
And then there was the warrior. She saw him fell into his own blood, and how his body was not his anymore. For so long she tended to them, all of them. Them who has seen the worst of war. Her eyelids were sticking to each other, and she can see nothing but the endless stream of crimson. She failed them yet again.
She never ever regretted any of her choices, even though some weren’t even her choices. Maybe she had made some mistakes, maybe she had told some lies, but in the end, there’s something that I know you of all people can understand. You know what I’m saying, do you not? Louis?
I hope you don’t hate me for failing to fight off the claws of death. It was, and still is my lifelong counterpart. It haunts me wherever I go and whatever I do. There may be something that I could have done, something that slipped my mind, like the thoughts that you wake up from, as tender as a piece of silk, and they slip away so quickly, you can’t even remember that they existed.
Every time I look at you, my love, I think of how you are the reflection of me, but better. There’re so much, so much that I could have and should have told you, but I didn’t. I should have told you how tiny you were when I first saw you. You are so surreal to me, I never thought you could ever be a part of my life, that sounds too much like a dream.
But you did.
I’ll never forget the first time you called me mom. That was a windy afternoon, I was so tired, I was always so tired. And you came to me, with your precious innocent smile. You said, mom. That moment, I feel like my life could never ever be better. Like I said, I’ve done a lot of things that I wish I have not, but you should know this, I have never regret the decision of taking you as my son, not even for a split second.
Not even now.
Melancholy, they say, is a deadlier disease than death, it has no symptoms, no cure, and even no closure. Anyone who lives within the shadow of melancholy, is her forever victim. I am wearing a forever veil of a sad mother, this veil is too heavy for me to bear any more. It is soaking with my tear and blood. I’ve delayed this visit as long as I could. I can’t do it anymore, I can’t pretend that you never existed. You were here, wherever. Your shape is still in your room, your voice is still in my ears, and you, you are still in my heart.
Ah, I talked too much, even forgot to tell you the most important thing in this whole nonsense reality.
My one and only son, Louis, happy birthday.
Now, to sleep you must. Mom will come back tomorrow, and you will wake up, okay? Promise? Please, Louis. Answer me.
Just, answer me.
Please.
by K0L0
Click or tap a food type to individually feed this dragon only. The other dragons in your lair will not have their energy replenished.
Feed this dragon Insects.
Feed this dragon Meat.
This dragon doesn't eat Seafood.
This dragon doesn't eat Plants.
You can share this dragon on the forums by either copying the browser URL manually, or using bbcode!
Exalting Caroline to the service of the Tidelord will remove them from your lair forever. They will leave behind a small sum of riches that they have accumulated. This action is irreversible.
Do you wish to continue?
- Names must be longer than 2 characters.
- Names must be no longer than 16 characters.
- Names can only contain letters.
- Names must be no longer than 16 characters.
- Names can only contain letters.