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Blank

(#35173625)

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Familiar

Shardback Slink

Energy: 50/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

6.46 m

Wingspan

5.11 m

Weight

720.41 kg

Genetics

Ice
Savannah

White
Spinner

Crimson
Underbelly

Hatchday

Aug 14, 2017
(6 years)

Breed

Adult
Mirror

Eye Type

Ice
Uncommon

Level 25 Mirror

Max Level

STR

129

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

Biography

Blank

Leader | Warrior | Huntress

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Birth Place

Background

Blank is a parentless dragon, a direct creation of the Icewarden himself. His body is living tissue formed of snow and ice crystal. Heavier than the average dragon, he is still just as agile if not more so as supplemented by their innate magic, including a set of fluffy white wing feathers, specially enchanted to help them fly.

Blank is the founder of Clan Adnix and head of the clan though it tends to be more of a democratic ruling system than a monarchy. In fact Blank himself does not hold much power among the individual members of the clan. They are allowed to come and go as they please and preform whatever tasks they like as long as they do not hinder anyone's survival. Rather, dragons group to the clan for safety in numbers and a common goal to survive. Together with the combination of unique skills and talents, Clan Adnix has learned to thrive through loyal cooperation. Dragons tend naturally fall under Blank's authority, as she has proven time and time again a natural leader, and a kind and compassionate individual. And when the situation calls for it, a truly formidable power of the arctic.

Born Leader:

▸ Loyal: Never betrays their allies

▸ Resourceful: Able to find or create necessities

▸ Brave: Stands up to danger

▸ Kind: Makes an effort to help

Familiar

Personality

A creature of uncommon strength, Blank's abilities surpass those of most regular dragons by a fair amount, but they are by no means a deity or an immortal. Incapable of verbal speech, Blank shows great charisma for a mute dragon. He will often write in the snow or dirt when spoken to to communicate, but is able to communicate rather effectively through gestures or signs as well. Without fail though whenever asked their name, they will slash a single quick line at their feet. A space.
Their most notable trait my very well be their loyalty. Never leave a clan member behind no matter the peril. Blank's clan members are more than family to them and they take care to get to know each and everyone of them. Known to be generous but firm, and while not overly wary of strangers Blank is not too quick to trust preferring the company of her closest companions.

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Blank

Matriarch | Warrior | Huntress

The Animation

She was formed by the tumbling winds and raging blizzard. Clumps of snow and ice caught on to an abandoned soul, as old as time or as new as the fresh snowflakes themselves, could never have known. She was born of crystals, a body strewn together by magic, ice lacing the veins. They became dense and sleek, a rigid membrane stretching across piercing wings. Her new body heaved with life, her veins pumping with pure icy blood.
Without purpose, and without a home, the dragoness wandered the lands she could reach, never taking to the skies. For her wings were too thin to lift her. She stayed as weak and fragile as the ice that made her.
She lived for months, years even, meeting no one, knowing nothing, not needing to eat, no reason to seek shelter, absorbing in sights and sounds of a cold dark world, a simple world at that. Her skin bore marks from her march, streaks where the blizzards grazed her spine, her stained limbs darker shades from tearing through the snow day after day. The snow was her land, the aurora her map, she wandered the ice, taking bare meaning in being alive.
Her body grew tough from the wear of the storms, her claws became, solid, sharp and filed, able to cut through the rocks she climbed. And with her strength grew her conquest. The more temperate lands held life, and with life came the beasts. They were wondrous creatures the strange things, interesting and unique, the each of them, her first encounter with life.

The Animation

They recognized her vulnerability, they were not kind. She was left with the scars of past hatred, able to escape some of the time, sometimes not. She was forced to learn, forced to fight, and brought her sorrow, the necessity of this, tearing apart these creatures just of a grudge as old as time.
They were warriors and she was a mild spirit, she wanted so badly to be. But to remain alive in the peaks was to be cruel, to be vicious, to be a monster enough to rival the cold.
The dragoness could run no longer, she neared the cliffs, the icy ocean plates, that held the promise of a cruel and slow damnation into their abyss. She turned to face her pursuers, vile monsters, few, but more than her. Deadly, but not as she. When her claws tore through skin their blood was warm and red, when their claws meet hers, her skin was brittle, blood cold blue. She left a trail of undisturbed crimson in her wake, warm blood trickling down her form.
She learned the way of combat, of the beasts, brutal and unrelenting, they taught her to be so, to act in their way. She was as forged a warrior as she was of ice, unwilling, but great out of necessity. Her triumphs numbered many, the blood she spilled stained her skin, the markings of where it dripped covered her crystal stomach.
A warrior forged, the markings of danger appeared on her wings. They were for dangerous creatures, for no eater that could kill in a single blow, monsters like her. They are wary of the bright spots on her wings, in the monotone of ice to be bright is be in danger or be danger.

The Animation

Her fascination had not left her however, she collected her winnings, interesting trinkets, old treats, keeping them until she moved on. Some she wore as memoirs, the soft pink pearl band of a mother bear, ferociously protect a cub. She took no joy in bringing it down but otherwise could not escape. The ice pick of a longneck proved useful enough, though her claws would suffice most of the time. The feather charm of a centaur warrior clasped on her tail, their trinkets were the most intriguing to the dragoness. Never before had she thought the skull of a bird could look beautiful. Death was not beautiful, but a memory could be, kept alive with bones. She wound the black ribbons of harpies around her wings and face, she grew visible, separate from the snow.
She liked the jingle as she walked, a soft clatter of charms against her back and wings. Now the clans could see her prowess, the markings and charms serve as warnings and the lives she has had to end number far far fewer.
Yet to meet a dragon, she wanders the plains, undaunted and unchallenged, surveying the snowy fields of her world.

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by @DefinedVines

Line art by @Lichtdrache colors by me

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CirrusAscending wrote:

First up, Blank! Mirrors are an entire species of survivors, and I love how you've taken that idea and added your own little twist to it, all without detracting from the canonical lore. The idea of a dragon born of ice, honed into something cold and sharp, having to be strong and cruel to some degree, is a very interesting one, and you've really done it justice. The way you've worked her appearance into her lore is top-notch as well. All in all, a very well written dragon.

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