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Jackson
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Info
Level 1
Pearlcatcher Male
Hatchday
May 07, 2018 (1 year)
Stats Growth
Length
7.2M
Wingspan
3.6M
Weight
405.77KG
Genes
PrimaryClay Jaguar
SecondaryCoal Bee
TertiaryBlackberry Capsule
Eye TypeEarth Glowing
Energy: 48 / 50
Apparel & Skins
Lineage
Familiar
Information
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ROLE
mute/taciturn
enigmatic
powerful



DETAILS
NICKNAME; Jack, Nigel
GENDER; male
PRONOUNS; him, he, his
ORIENTATIONS; heteroflexible (romantic) /asexual
ALIGNMENT; alignment

LIKES; playing expertly on his harmonica
DISLIKES; injustice, too much attention, flying insects



RELATIONS
Sir; friendly; not attached too much but are chill together
Darrell; Competition of sorts; slightly rivals but non violent because Darrell's pretty scared of him
DieBeerenfrucht ; don't really know each other but he thinks she's 'interesting'



ART
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OUTFIT
outlaw


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Jackson lives as a taciturn 'outlaw' and spends his hours isolated from everyone else, often in a hazy daydream of depicting his nomadic and lonesome past. He enjoys his solitude during the day and in the night, he often leaves the clan's territory into a land of his and his only, one secret location of wonder and enigmatic power, one where no one knows where it may be, and one where only no one can venture to. He and his secret location is the very brine of the dark seas of mystery, where only souls brave and intellectually stalwart enough will deploy their submarines.

Only no one would dare follow him, though, follow him through unknown lands filled with danger, criminals, and beasts with eyes of senselessness, and minds of madness. But, astonishingly, he returns to each destination unharmed, every brisk morning before the stars fade and the creatures begin to stir, he returns home, with one more secret surreptitiously kept where no one can access it, and if you ask, you'll receive a rather muted response.

Perhaps he duels every opponent blind and foolish enough to obstruct his path in a dance of death and claw and tooth, and perhaps, he always wins. With lightning speed, he is capable of deconstructing a large opponent to a sorry unrecognizable assemblage of flesh and bone. As much he is capable though, he prefers to avoid committing such a heinous act upon a soul that is unwise enough to face him. He prefers evaluating and formulating a contrivance of proper judgement that brings the least possible amount of harm.

Whenever he is back at the lair, he serenades the stars- or anything that would hear- in fluctuating notes from his gold-embellished harmonica, one that sings in response to melancholy and boredom. Quite frequently, when the sun is sinking behind the clear staggering fuchsia crystals jutting out from the ground, listeners from the clan will be gently lulled into a comfortable dream of his past and his songs. The songs have an explainable feeling that clings to you and resists letting go, an ethereal sense of previous interactions of good and ugly that forces you to witness them.

And if you're fortunate enough to witness the fantastical glowing brilliance of his eyes, you may be stunned as a result of the failure of not knowing exactly what to do with that pang of fear and also equally strong curiosity that he laser-shot into your soul. Who knows what those enigmatic pools of deep gold hold within their depths. All anyone can do is hypothesize and ponder, as you most likely won't get an answer from him.

Perhaps he hadn't a clue either, and perhaps he doesn't want an answer, and instead seeks a world beyond Sorneith, a world of creatures as complex as he, a world where they not only simply 'live', but sing and explore and satisfy their need for knowing all that may be out there in that vast blackness freckled with blazing suns and unexplored galaxies. A world with society and music and celebration upon its fantastic surface.

But as much as he inquires himself about these things, he loves his clan and the individual dragons that form and maintain it, and will do practically anything to preserve them from harm..


Eye type changed from Common to Glowing on November 16th, 2019

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