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Pancake

(#40293132)

Level 25 Tundra

Familiar

Grove Piper

Energy: 0/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

2.75 m

Wingspan

3.73 m

Weight

389.36 kg

Genetics

Lemon
Python

Sand
Morph

Spring
Peacock

Hatchday

Mar 21, 2018
(6 years)

Breed

Adult
Tundra

Eye Type

Nature
Common

Level 25 Tundra

Max Level

STR

115

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

Biography

Pancake
Head Chef | Co-owner of The Iridescent
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When Pancake was little, his father had seemed to him like a lion, or like the sharp-eyed manticore the older and battle-ravaged tundra kept as his familiar. A goal to strive towards, a fierce predator who was not to be crossed, and not to be disappointed; a beast of a chef who possessed the gaze of death. Even the clans other warriors averted their eyes when his father scowled.

Pancake held down an amused snort. The gaze of death? Yeah right, more like the gaze of a conceited old geezer who'd gotten fat in old age. "I frankly don't care, dad." Pancake said with a shrug. "I've made my plans. I'm leaving this kitchen. I'm starting my own."
"You'd abandon your duties as the sole heir."
"Oh, I'm the heir now? Funny. I had the distinct feeling I headed into the trials as a meat shield."
"All head into the trials." his father said calmly.
"Yeah, and now I'm your backup plan because I came out alive and earned my adult name, where the sons you bet on didn't." Pancake was silent for a moment and stared out over the Viridian from their lair high up in the Behemoth. The trees swayed like the waves on an ocean that stretched out in all directions, shining a greenish silver in the moonlight. "I should've taken the trials much earlier, you know? Almost dying a few times only does good for meatskulls like me who can't seem to sort what's important from what's not. I used to think being the head was what I wanted to do, but I'm a simple guy when it all boils down to the sauce. Fighting is important to me. Cooking is important to me. And I really care about that pink-furred girl who graduated the trials last year, too, apparently. Maintaining this businees? Are you kidding me. Don't get in my way, you constipated geezer."
"Constipated is it?" his father snarled with a laugh - for a battle chef, not being able to keep ones own stomach healthy was a terrible insult, but the crimson-hued elder seemed amused. "At least you've grown up you runty little whelp. Just not enough to watch your words. That's fixable."
"Is that so."

Pancake felt none of that old intimidation, but that didn't mean his father planned to abandon the way of battle chefs. This was a good thing that Pancake could respect. But the drake had gone into the trials and emerged a dragon, he had felt death look upon him. His father was not death. His chest was still bandages and one of his hind legs were limping a bit, but might makes right was still the way of the Labyrinth. And it was certainly the way of the battle chefs.

He didn't plan on letting Berry leave without him. That one had wanderlust and a will of her own, and he knew she wasn't going to wait for him to lick his wounds until they healed. This old man was not going to stop him.

They stood like that for several long seconds, frozen like cats seizing its enemy. Then, Pancake caught glimpse of a muscle that twitched his his elders shoulder, and he sprung into the fight with that relieving sense of calm guiding his feet.

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Pancake is one of the co-owners of The Iridescent, a small food cart he and his mate Berry recently opened. Since the kitchen is still pretty small and not optimized yet, they mostly serve pancakes, an easy and quick one to cook and an all time crowd favorite.

He's a nice and optimistic person and not at all unapproachable, but he has three major loves in life; fighting, perfecting his cooking, and Berry (his precious warrior flower chef, swoon). If you try to talk to him about something else, chances are he'll lose interest pretty quickly because Pancake is very pressed on time - between working in the Iridescent, prepping food and collecting ingredients in the wilderness, there aren't too many more hours in the day. Not that he has any regrets on how he's spending it, though - he's living his dream.

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