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Brooklian

(#14035797)

Level 25 Guardian

Familiar

Firebug

Energy: 0/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

13.21 m

Wingspan

21.93 m

Weight

7330.05 kg

Genetics

Taupe
Bar

Thicket
Breakup

Marigold
Firefly

Hatchday

Jun 13, 2015
(8 years)

Breed

Adult
Guardian

Eye Type

Shadow
Common

Level 25 Guardian

Max Level

STR

126

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

Biography

bar and breakup (firefly??)

Brooklian

Mercenary • Big Buff Bodygaurd

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Makin' Money:

▸ Merc Guild: Money for drinks

▸ Fight club: More drinks

▸ Bodyguarding: Money for food

▸ Fight lessons: Money for whetstones

B I O G R A P H Y

Brooklian had to be very careful with the way he advertised his service. He couldn’t go to the advertisement centers because hiring a mercenary was illegal. Killing dragons was also illegal, but decidedly more so--he didn’t see why it should be illegal, as he wouldn’t have a business if not for killing dragons. So Brooklian had to advertise in a very specific, small community of rough and tumble dragons known as the Merc Guild. He owed all his savings to the sketchy guild, for, without them, Brooklian would not have learned this trade and would not have a way to put food on his table or drinks in his tankards.

Brooklian loved the chaos and foreboding atmosphere of the Merc Guild. Its unknown leader kept eyes on each of the dragons who called the Merc Guild home, sending them assignments even when Brooklian was off the grid. Some days Brooklian just wanted some peace and quiet and a very stiff drink. He really didn’t feel that that was such a hard thing to ask. The constant flow assignments was annoying, but not annoying enough to complain about. Much. Unless he was in the tavern next door and on his fourth drink of the night.

But one of the most annoying things about the job came in the form of a little fae, who flew in like she owned the place, and her skydancer sidekick, who followed more primly behind. The fae flapped her weird head fins in an irritated fashion at him, and the skydancer translated. Then--all of a sudden, the skydancer shouted, “HE WILL JOIN US.” Brooklian had never been more confused in his life. But for the very desirous pay of endless drinks, Brooklian would happily accompany these strange dragons and provide whatever services they asked.

Milan

Beryl

Tavern Crawlin':

▸ Start: Weak drinks

▸ Middle: Slurred words

▸ End: Black out

▸ Next day: Throbbing headache

_Fight Club_

____Of course the little gnat was going to monopolize on fighting. Of course! Brooklian could not believe he was roped into joining a fight club, which was very illegal as well, mind you. If he were to get caught, his life would literally be over. But, when the skydancer shouted, “HE WILL AGREE,” he did so only reluctantly. Milan was very good at negotiating. After the two left, he flew straight to The Collapsible Tavern, ordered a very strong mixture, and complained of Milan’s pushiness, much to Beryl’s extreme annoyance, for the rest of the day.

But now that Little Bolt and Big Buff Bodyguard were so popular, Brooklian was coming around to the idea. The masks were stupid, he thought, because no matter what Brooklian would be in big trouble. But he had to obey Milan, or else he wouldn’t get any more free drinks. The guardian spent almost all of his free time perfecting fight club strategies with Milan to use in the ring. Though he often despised the little fae, he often found himself impressed by her strength and dexterity. Certainly no other fae he had met could lift a cleaver, at the very least.

_The Charge_

____Brooklian was a slave to the drink. He knew that as soon as he’d had his first tongue-dip into a tankard offered to him by an imperial that the search was over. His charge was any and all drinks that could cause slurring words and throbbing headaches in the morning. Brooklian was absolutely sure he only drank water to cure hangovers now. Not that he was particularly disturbed by the fact. He probably should drink more water, though . . . after he finished his drink.

Most plain old dragons looked at Brooklian in a tavern and said he was just plain addicted. Using the drinks to drown the voice in him telling him to keep on searching. They tried to take away his drinks and force him sober. But most of the tavern owners and regular customers knew differently, because they had built long-lasting friendships with him. He had a surprisingly large network he had involuntarily built, connecting taverns from Dragonhome to the Shifting Expanse. There was even a sign outside The Collapsible Tavern, posted there by Sunriser herself, saying Brooklian’s habits are normal, please don’t disturb him.

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