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Sinai » Lair » Hades
Level 25
Coatl Male
Jun 21, 2015 (4 years)
Stats Growth
PrimarySapphire Iridescent
SecondaryRust Shimmer
TertiaryPumpkin Glimmer
Eye TypeLight Common
Energy: 49 / 50
Apparel & Skins
|Mate/Best Friend|








|Spiritual Lead|


DESPOT | Ruthless | Inexorable



On the surface, Hades is a chivalrous, charismatic and compassionate young dragon. He possesses a myriad of favorable trais and can easily overwhelm individuals with his seemingly flawless nature – and this makes it easy for him to gather new allies and manipulate them into doing various deeds for him. With such skill in creating a facade of pureness and innocence, Hades can hide his true motive with ease. Within his contrived exteriour, however, Hades callously delivers destruction and suffering to those who happen to fall prey to his schemes. Most of his killings, both in childhood and adulthood, have been premeditated and claculated... He also has a tendency to make his victims experience the worst possible loss and suffering, rather than actually finishing them off himself – so that this experiences often leads to the victims killing themselves...

Oh, if only Raria and Moloch had known... The founders of Glowing Heart clan had found an orphaned egg in the wilds. To them, it seemed cruel to leave it there, so they took it – and Hades hatched. He grew up with many siblings, he never felt attatched too. Everyday he was looking forward for the time, when he was able to stop 'playing' with his siblings and start the combat lessons with his father or the scholary lessons with Mordred.
The years went by and Hades learnt many things. Fighting. Knowledge. Etiquette. That he was an orphan, without parents. That his foster parents are weak and selfish. And he learned, that he hated himself. So what would be easier, than changing himself? One moonless night, he gathered his most trusted friends and went out into the night, to wander the lands of Sornieth... *more to follow*

Art, Breeding Cards, Misc wrote:




The world lies. Thou shalt not commit murder, thou shalt not bear false witness, thou shalt not cheat, thou shalt not steal: all of these are lies! Mere illusion, nothing more. They don't want to be killed. They don't want to be robbed. Using the twin lies of justice and morality, the weak are endeavoring to protect themselves. But the first truth is that the strong devour the weak.

There’s nothing special about being born. Not a thing. Most of the universe is just death, nothing more. In this universe of ours, the birth of a new life on some corner of our planet is nothing but a tiny, insignificant flash. Death is a normal thing. So why live? If not with her.
Why? How? How did I fall for her like a little, immature nestling? Did she use magic? Atleast... She is interesting. As cruel as me and sharing the same fascinations. On the other hand, she is rash in making decisions and fast using her claws and teeth to solve arguments...

Long shall be your suffering. Joyous be your pain. He... She... it? Whatever it is at the moment, it is a crafty spy with all the knowledge about deities, noble etiquettes and other elementals, that it can pass as one of their own, if it wants. But that damn lusty b*st*rd looses itself to many times in pleasures and forgets his dutys – until you kick it, which it enjoys too... Also I made him the ambassador of our group, I wonder if Tzeentch got his fingers in that?
We're all puppets, and our best hope for even partial liberation is to try to decipher the logic of the puppeteer – Good luck with him. He is many things. Alchemist, Bookworm, hunter of forgotten knowledge also the Kepper of Secrets and history of our group – but formost he is a puppeteer. You always have to keep an eye on him – or you will lack the will to regret.[/right]
Every man should lose a battle in his youth, so he does not lose a war when he is oldAnd he lost battles. Countless battles. But they made him even more dangerous, honed his skills and his mind. He is a true warrior, a protector of our group. This cruel beast is always good for a damn bad surprise – another reason he got the command over the warriors is that he is not only muscle, but also brain...
There, feel the glory of necrosis, and rejoice! Nurgle loves you – and I want to vomit now.The pestilence of our group. The sickness that weeds out the weak right at the beginning. This is our doctor, healer and potionmaster, mostly working together with Tzeentch on some strange 'products'. I am happy, that we have enough biomass to provide for their experiments...
Vanitas, Vanitatum et omnia Vanitas – vanity of vanities and all is vanity. Long storry short: everything is ephemeral. And so is she. You think she is in one place, but actually she already vanished and is at another... Strange, little displacer beast – but she is good with words and preaches our believes without cease and in a pretty cheerfull fashion. I mean, if everything is going down, why not throw a feast, seems to be her device.
“Tinker tailor soldier sailor, my claw punishes all without distinction“ - He is indeed a huntmaster – Aiming with deadly accuracy and if he found a trail, no matter the obstacles in his way, he will find his prey and eliminate it. Besides that? He is a freakin cat, always playing with the feather on his stupid hat...
Disobedience is the true foundation of liberty. The obedient must be slaves.Once a servant himself, he knew how to work arround the system. This one is dangerously smart, so I have to keep a keen eye on our slavemaster. Atleast it is not a hard tastk, because it is pleasant to have him arround – except he starts calculating profit with our quartermaster.
I know what I'm capable of; I am a soldier now, a warrior. I am someone to fear, not hunt. That weakling had a hard life and until Khorne took him under his wing, he was considered prey by everyone else, except Castor. Now he is a ferious beast – and a little bit to obsessed about keeping Castor save, but I do not care, as long as he fulfills his duties.

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