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Soul
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Info
Level 1
Imperial Male
Hatchday
Nov 14, 2017 (2 years)
Stats Growth
Length
22.29M
Wingspan
22.96M
Weight
8875.26KG
Genes
PrimaryFlint Clown
SecondaryObsidian Seraph
TertiaryCharcoal Crackle
Eye TypeArcane Uncommon
Energy: 0 / 50
Apparel & Skins
Skin
Lineage
Parents
Offspring
none
Familiar
Information
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Soul
Protector of the Forgotten
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"Most do not know how Beautiful the Darkness truly is..." ~ Unknown

P E R S O N A L I T Y

______Soul, for all of his dark and almost horrifying appearance, is mournful, contemplative, and gentle, rarely speaking unless deemed necessary. Always carrying his burden of knowledge with him, he has taken to leaving gifts to Clanmates and visitors; if all things were to end, the least he could do was make sure to offer some comfort and peace to those still here. Still, because of his cursed visage, many tend to avoid him, even his fellow Clanmates, and he's very understanding of that. Others tend to find his utter lack of presence disconcerting; Even when one is looking right at him, it is as if he's nothing more than a passing breeze, and thus unintentionally often ends up accidentally scaring those that don't see him approaching. He has contemplated that it may be due to the fact that, while he Knows when others' lives will come to an end and how, his own life end is an utter mystery to him, as anyone else's. Even so, he's eternally grateful to those that have somehow deemed him worthy enough to call 'friend' or even 'family'; to them, he's made a silent vow to always be there for them till the very end. Even then, he still makes it a habit to speak to the spirits of those who still linger, listening to offer some peace of mind for the ones that have yet to move on.

______After he had, for reason unknown to him, been welcomed into Clan Paladin, he quickly realized at least a sliver of the reason why; he wasn't the only one who was cursed, and in more ways than one. After meeting Rainier, Fade, and many of the members of the Clan, particularly those of the Night Hunters, he found kinship in them, even if some regarded him warily. As time went on, and he learned more about the Clan and the Night Hunters, he found himself drawn Bella, Fade, Tristan, and Arkan; those that have long experience with spirits and death. It was not long after that he offered help; after all, he had a special... 'kinship' to spirits and demons, and was wonderfully surprised when he was accepted. Since then, he's helped the Night Hunters in their ventures, but when he's not he can be found in the Graveyard, conversing with the more benevolent spirits that reside there.

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A B O U T
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Nickname: Reaper, Shadow
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Pronouns: He/Him
Sexuality: Unknown

Residence: Clan Paladin
Birthplace: Clan of Fallen Stars

Likes: Night, Books, Graveyards
Dislikes: Pain, Chaos, Noise
Hobbies: Studying the Shade, Familiar Care
Mate: N/A
Relatives: Oreon - Father, Arumni - Mother
Friends: Fade, Arkan, Nemesis, Saige
Enemies: N/A
Reputation: Expert on the Shade and the Dead

Align: Lawful Neutral
Virtue: Prudence, Patience
Vice: Wrath



F A M I L I A R S
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B I O G R A P H Y

Cursed from the day he was born, he tried to understand why others looked at him strangely, why they always seemed to recoil when he simply stated how or when they were going to die. To him, it was a simple fact of life, as many things were: bright days gave way to darkened nights, the warmth of summer preceded the cold of autumn, and the fullness of life as the requisite of death. He quickly learned, however, that it was not something to be spoken of, to be known; and he found himself sorrowfully stranded, watching and waiting for the approaching time when life expired, unable to do anything for it.

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GayScreeching wrote:
A loner living amongst those who dedicate their lives to serving the lightweaver, to protecting dragons from the darkness. He doesn't dislike the others of his clan, quite the contrary actually. He enjoys living amongst the dragons who's scales shine in the sunlight, even if he won't admit it.

The other dragons in his clan don't know him all that well, keeping to himself in the back of the lair, avoiding others in favor of observing, watching and learning about them. He keeps a small journal, making little sketches and notes about the others, noting what they like and dislike. He's the dragon who leaves little gifts around for hatch days, reminders for anniversary's. He never leaves a name, never taking credit, simply observing and making sure the other members of his clan are living the best lives they can.
Drayners wrote:
This guy comes off very rude and standoffish but he secretly has a big plushie collection!

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