Tarsk
(#38294325)
so captivate me one more time, show me how i'm divine
Familiar
Flamescale Illusionist
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Water.
Male Wildclaw
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
6 m
Wingspan
7.69 m
Weight
571.06 kg
Genetics
Ivory
Jaguar
Jaguar
Moss
Bee
Bee
Phthalo
Okapi
Okapi
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Wildclaw
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
7
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
Lore Notes:
~Inn Tailor
~His candles and moons draped over him glow the same hue
~Uses Delacouri as a muse for new outfits and thinks Delacouri just tolerates him
~Very talkative
~Can be found in the dining hall talking to guests about their fashion sense and giving them ideas on how to touch up their look
~Is very careful about his silks so as to not damage them when running around
~Very specific about how his materials are put away
Moths flicker like flames //
Across a sky silky black //
Gold crescents twinkle
Forum Games wrote:
Outclass Highscore: 3
Prettiest: 1
Best Dressed: 1
Stolen: 2
Prettiest: 1
Best Dressed: 1
Stolen: 2
Asks wrote:
SheridanCharon wrote on 2018-02-20 13:23:43:
"I'm curious, Tarsk...how is it that you found yourself so interested in fashion and tailoring?"
| "Hmm..." Tarsk sits in thought for a moment before responding. "I guess I have just always been intrigued by it since I was a hatchling. I enjoyed watching the fancier travelers come into the inn and learned about different cloths and silks from them. Eventually Uncia helped me get some supplies together to start tailoring on my own and I've been working on fashion projects ever since." He beams brightly at getting to talk about his own hobby to someone. |
Flirts wrote:
Sillywinter wrote on 2018-02-12 21:24:30:
Tarsk
and
Devon
It was a slow day, slower than most. Devon didn't have much means to busy himself with, most of his glasses cleaned and polished to perfection, like the tables and chairs. The jukebox continued to hum the same old jazz tune and the fireplace remained burning without any need for more wood. But Devon was familiar with boredom and kept his mind straying by repeating his tasks and duties over and over again. Sooner or later, someone was going to enter the bar. Sometimes it would be days waiting for a customer, sometimes it would be years, but Devon never tried to keep track of the time.
The bell rang and he turned his head to see who it was. "Welcome." He greeted, voice soft, like silk. His eyes seemingly ate up the Wildclaw and more as he made his way to the end of the bar. Resting his arms on the counter, he managed a pleasant smile, and said, "You shouldn't be here."
The Wildclaw looked incredulous. "What do you mean?" He was smartly dressed, his silks shimmering beautifully in the soft gaslight. Stars seemingly glittered across his wings and half his body, giving him an ethereal, almost spiritual, look. Glasses glinted coyly on the bridge of his nose as a small flirtatious smile spread across his lips. In those few seconds, Devon grew to love him.
"Wouldn't want you to get hurt." Clearly, this Wildclaw was no plain walker. How he had managed to enter the bar was beyond Devon, but the bartender continued to humor the dragon. "Would you like a drink? On the house."
But the Wildclaw's attention had drifted away towards The Door. "What's that?" He asked and the Imperial could see the pull in his eyes.
"Nothing important." Devon urged. "Would you like a drink?" He repeated again, hoping he wouldn't have to lose another to The Door.
"I'll take your word for it then." The Wildclaw murmured, sliding onto a stool. Devon dwarfed the smaller dragon, looming over him curiously. "Whiskey, on the rocks."
"Coming right up." The Imperial began to prepare the drink, working quickly, eyes dreamy as he regarded the Wildclaw slyly. "What brings you here, my goodman?" Devon inquired, sliding the drink over to the Wildclaw.
"Don't know..." The Wildclaw murmured hesitantly, staring into his drink, before he picked it up and took a sip.
"Well then, I'm glad a beautiful stranger like you could come and visit. It's been rather lonely here... But, as much as I enjoy your company, you better wake up before you forget how to."
The Wildclaw's eyes snapped to Devon in surprise, and within that moment he flickered out of existence as quick as a wink. The glass crashed to the floor, whiskey and shards flying. Devon chuckled, eyes sullen, as he regarded the mess. "So that's how he got in... The others would love to hear about this."
Tarsk awoke, panting. The dream he had was a strange one. Was it real?
The taste of whiskey still burned within his mouth.
and
Devon
It was a slow day, slower than most. Devon didn't have much means to busy himself with, most of his glasses cleaned and polished to perfection, like the tables and chairs. The jukebox continued to hum the same old jazz tune and the fireplace remained burning without any need for more wood. But Devon was familiar with boredom and kept his mind straying by repeating his tasks and duties over and over again. Sooner or later, someone was going to enter the bar. Sometimes it would be days waiting for a customer, sometimes it would be years, but Devon never tried to keep track of the time.
The bell rang and he turned his head to see who it was. "Welcome." He greeted, voice soft, like silk. His eyes seemingly ate up the Wildclaw and more as he made his way to the end of the bar. Resting his arms on the counter, he managed a pleasant smile, and said, "You shouldn't be here."
The Wildclaw looked incredulous. "What do you mean?" He was smartly dressed, his silks shimmering beautifully in the soft gaslight. Stars seemingly glittered across his wings and half his body, giving him an ethereal, almost spiritual, look. Glasses glinted coyly on the bridge of his nose as a small flirtatious smile spread across his lips. In those few seconds, Devon grew to love him.
"Wouldn't want you to get hurt." Clearly, this Wildclaw was no plain walker. How he had managed to enter the bar was beyond Devon, but the bartender continued to humor the dragon. "Would you like a drink? On the house."
But the Wildclaw's attention had drifted away towards The Door. "What's that?" He asked and the Imperial could see the pull in his eyes.
"Nothing important." Devon urged. "Would you like a drink?" He repeated again, hoping he wouldn't have to lose another to The Door.
"I'll take your word for it then." The Wildclaw murmured, sliding onto a stool. Devon dwarfed the smaller dragon, looming over him curiously. "Whiskey, on the rocks."
"Coming right up." The Imperial began to prepare the drink, working quickly, eyes dreamy as he regarded the Wildclaw slyly. "What brings you here, my goodman?" Devon inquired, sliding the drink over to the Wildclaw.
"Don't know..." The Wildclaw murmured hesitantly, staring into his drink, before he picked it up and took a sip.
"Well then, I'm glad a beautiful stranger like you could come and visit. It's been rather lonely here... But, as much as I enjoy your company, you better wake up before you forget how to."
The Wildclaw's eyes snapped to Devon in surprise, and within that moment he flickered out of existence as quick as a wink. The glass crashed to the floor, whiskey and shards flying. Devon chuckled, eyes sullen, as he regarded the mess. "So that's how he got in... The others would love to hear about this."
Tarsk awoke, panting. The dream he had was a strange one. Was it real?
The taste of whiskey still burned within his mouth.
Headcanon wrote:
Compliments wrote:
Ziegler wrote on 2018-02-18 10:15:10:
I absolutely love how you've layered his silks and the accent you chose for him is perfect! He's so well put together he's honestly everything I want my dragons to be, very well done.
CometStorm
Bought For: 8000g
Skincent: 1800g
Previous Owner
Bought For: 0g (NotN Hatch)
Wildclaw Scroll: 2000g
Jaguar: 140kT
Bee: 1200g
Okapi: 190kT
Total: 3530g
Art: 9650g
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