Ramsey
(#50855441)
Level 1 Wildclaw
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Wind.
Female Wildclaw
This dragon is benefiting from the effects of eternal youth.
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
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Scene
Measurements
Length
1.29 m
Wingspan
0.83 m
Weight
14.22 kg
Genetics
White
Iridescent
Iridescent
Cerulean
Butterfly
Butterfly
Iris
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Wildclaw
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
8
AGI
9
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
6
Biography
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Ramsey
Living Doll |
Once upon a time, there was a wildclaw named Ramsey. Her skin was as dark as night. The rest of her was unknown. She had a small toy castle. Father had carved it for her from a fell tree, a victim of the storms that had stripped the Steppes of their greenery and ushered in a winter put forward by the Icewarden themselves. Snowstorms were once an anomaly for their home, but now they wreaked the countryside, forcing young Ramsey to stay inside. Her immune system could barely handle a fleck of pollen out of place, no less below-zero temperatures. There was one figurine for it, purple, wooden, and patched with woodgrain. Her father once told her that this one was her favorite, and thus it became. She turned it around in her claws, fidgeting with it in times of distress and great thought alike. It once looked like her, but time had worn it down to a rounded stump. Luckily, her mental image of herself matched. She had never actually seen herself before - not in a mirror, not in a glass, nor in even a puddle of water. In fact, she never thought about what she looked like much. There was no reason to start. Her room was white but full of tomes, toys, and blankets, a hot meal delivered to her three times a day. And of course, there was the castle. It sat in front of her bed and was often turned around for the open part to face her, during days where she was too weak to leave her bed. She had always been sick, her parents told her. Ever since she was born. Some days, though, she felt stronger than others. Her parents dismissed these as false hopes. Sometimes, new figurines joined the fray, in a rainbow of colors and markings. Her parents never mentioned them - they were invisible gifts in the night that appeared in the castle, waiting for her come morning. A small gesture. "My little princess," Mother would say, settling a tray of food at the foot of her bed every day, "how is your kingdom today?" And she would tell her, tales growing from her throat like vines on a tree. The stories got more and more elaborate per day and year. For someone restricted to her room and the few faces she saw on a daily basis, her imagination was rich. Knights rescued wayward princesses from restricted towers, ship crews made daring escapes from their pirate captives, jailors took the liberty of freeing themselves... The castle was starting to inspire too many fearful things. On the day of her fifteenth birthday, her parents removed it. "You're too old for it." "You're growing up so quickly." "One day, you're going to get so bold that you'll just up and leave. And then where will you be?" This broke something in her so thin and fragile, she had scarcely noticed that it was there. She did the unthinkable. She left the room, looking for the castle. It was nighttime, not that she would have known this. Her measurement of time was when her parents went to sleep. She could hear the moment their doors closed. Her parents hadn't hidden it. Why would they have? It sat in the center of the unfamiliar den. She approached it slowly, unsure of her next move. She hadn't thought of it much further past this point. Her gaze dipped to something small and shiny before the house, and something within it twinkled in the indiscernible glow of the room. Curious, she felt her claws shoot out for the object, drawing it to her face. Two yellow eyes stared back at her from a shroud of black fur. Shots of ice ran through her spine, cold fingers gripping her back. It was the last thing she remembered before the world fell into darkness. Once upon a time, there was a wildclaw named Ramsey. Her skin was as white as snow. The rest of her was unknown. Her castle had a new figurine. It had been a gift from her father - it was carved from a tree destroyed by a lightning storm, he told her. The figurine was as dark as night. Today was her first birthday. |
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