Fia

(#21521446)
Caretaker of the Fallen
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Disoriented Spirit
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Female Fae
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Personal Style

Apparel

Haunted Flame Candles
Obsidian Roundhorn
Bleak Birdskull Headdress
Sanddune Rags
Magician's Cobwebs
Sorcerer's Cobwebs
Witch's Cobwebs
Dusky Rose Thorn Wing Tangle
Dusky Rose Thorn Leg Tangle
Sanguine Rose Thorn Gloves
Sanguine Rose Thorn Stockings

Skin

Accent: Unnamed

Scene

Scene: Foxfire Grove

Measurements

Length
1.35 m
Wingspan
1.18 m
Weight
3.12 kg

Genetics

Primary Gene
Caribbean
Piebald
Caribbean
Piebald
Secondary Gene
Ice
Noxtide
Ice
Noxtide
Tertiary Gene
Denim
Thylacine
Denim
Thylacine

Hatchday

Hatchday
Feb 29, 2016
(8 years)

Breed

Breed
Adult
Fae

Eye Type

Special Eye Type
Plague
Dark Sclera
Level 1 Fae
EXP: 0 / 245
Meditate
Contuse
STR
5
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
6
INT
8
VIT
5
MND
8

Biography

F I A
━ Caretaker of the Fallen ━
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**** ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
RELATIVE AGE: Young??
PARTNER: Wraith
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PRONOUNS: She/Her or They/Them
SPECIES: Dragon
ROLE: Necromancer
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Safe Haven Clan
NEUTRAL
Compassionate | Introverted | Lost

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━ • ABOUT • ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
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I thought I had survived...
... but maybe I didn't.
If I died...
... then why am I still living?




T̂ͦ͂̐͑̔h͋̂ͤ̌e̶ ̅̀d̆a̒͌ͯ͂̍̿͗͏r̊ͫ͐̆ͯ̓͜k͊ͤͯ̓ͮ̇nͪ̐̑̌es̎̔s̽ ͦ́͑̃̃͌i̶̅ͣͭ͗̆ͤ̐s̸ ̃ͭ͟c̶̐lͫ͊̓͑ͫ͜o̢ͦ͛̏ͥ̍̏s̵ͯ̈́̔̈́ͮìͬͥ͝ň̿̈͟g̎̃͘ ͯ̌ͬ̔̆͑̀͠ì̶ͭ̅͆n̏ͭ͌͛.̀̀̓.̌̚.͌ͭ̊͟
̿̋͡.̴ͪ̌̓ͦ̓.̚̚.̆ͯ ͒̄͆̂͞Ï̏̍͜ ̌̅̂ͪͪͩ̎ḩ̎ͪ̈́ͫͨ́e͋̄̐͂̀̅́͏a̕r̓ͥ͗ͨͤ̉̈́ ̓ͩͦt̒͌̒ͬ̈́̽͟h̍̓͋̍͌͟e̸͋ ͧ͐̏͂ͩ̀͑vͮ͠o̢ḯ͆cȩ̐̇ͪͦ̌s̐ͬ̕.͏.̆ͪ͘.̡ͣ͋
̒҉
ͦͪ.͏.ͩͪͩ̉ͩ̓.̾̊̚ ̈́̅ͥ.͂̅.́̊̉.̑ͤ ̸̓ͯ̽ͯhe̊ͦͬ̎ͣ͗̑l̅͑͛͋̐p̛.̶͗̈̎ͮ̔ͩ.ͫ͊̑ͪ͐ͫ̃́.͐̄̑.̐ͫͬ̓͢

Fia had always thought her life was relatively normal. Sure, her mother wasn't always the most open of dragons, but every family had secrets... right?

The young fae can't remember much of what happened beyond her very early years. She can recall the rise and fall of the sun on an ever-changing horizon, the brief but cozy affection of another, and the sudden, wrenching pain of a quick death.

Much of those memories are like a dream now, so very real in the back of her mind, but faded and out of reach.

Fia remembers waking, alone, in the twisted, dark Tangled Wood. She remembers the acrid taste of fear on her tongue leftover from memories long lost to her. She had been certain she was supposed to be dead.

It was luck that she managed to cross the boundaries of the Safe Haven Clan before the new moon had risen in the sky and the voices started. Lashing out at ghosts and shadows, running from grasping claws in the dark of the moonless night, she found herself stuck in a thick bog being pulled deeper by her desperate flailing. The darkness was closing in and the veil that stood between her mind and the voices began to lift. So soon after regaining life, Fia was certain she was doomed to die again.


The young fae dragon awoke in a warm nest within a dugout section of cave. For just a moment she had thought she had been buried, but then she was met with the kindly, soothing scent of first of many strange dragons she would be coming to know as family. With the help of the Safe Haven dragons, Fia was nursed back to health, though they found no injury or illness within her. "A sickness in the soul" is what Nimue, the wise fortune teller of the clan had called it.

Whatever it was made her tired and ill, caused her color to gradually fade, her eyes to turn dark, and--as strange as it seemed--shadows to be drawn to her. These symptoms only seemed to get worse during the new moon. Thankfully, the mystical properties of the Mire where the clan was founded alleviated and slowed the progression, though Nimue has assured Fia that one day she will look entirely different, it's only a matter of time.


Since then Fia has struggled to find her footing within the clan. She struggles to be too far from the glowing pool and lack's the easy nature to tend the tavern without great anxiety. Mostly she finds herself assisting Nimue and sometimes Rune, the enigmatic mute that leads the clan. Several times Fia has found herself communing with the dead and restless spirits, both on this plane and another--though what plane that is she is unsure. They want something from her, and always try to grab onto her though she's now careful to remain at a distance. Once, she failed to notice that she had brought something back with her.

At first the dragon was listless and dead eyed, only responding to her voice and touch with the simplest of instructions. Fia could not get rid of the other fae, even when she ordered him to stay he would eventually find her again, no matter how far she ran. Nimue marked the strange dragon as a wraith and thus would become it's name.

The longer Wraith spent around Fia, the stronger he became. It was like teaching a hatchling at times, though in others his mannerisms suggested someone much older. As time went on, he regained his voice and could do things independent of Fia asking him to do them. He started to look nearly like an individual again. Although, if Fia left him behind he would return to being simple and robotic, only doing what was ordered of him in the strictest sense. He spoke, but in a tongue only she could understand, and while he had to be taught to vocalize, he knew many concepts and words without having to learn them. Wraith called Fia his Mistress, Caretaker of the Fallen, Blood of the Exalted, Descendent of the the Glitch Queen.

It was that last one that had alarmed Rune, though the reasoning he kept to himself. Fia got the sense that whatever secrets she had let her mother keep were much more important to her own life than she had ever believed.
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Third Gen Naomi - Tenth Grandchild
She gets the vague sense that she had a mate and children before her death, but she can't remember anything about them.

♫ City of the Dead - Eurielle


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