(Please pardon the current lack of pfp or background, I’m still working on that)
Hello little wisps! I see you are intrigued by Paramoyua’s local celebrities. I’ve allowed them to get settled in before revealing them to you all. They’re still figuring out their new limbs and magic, but they’ve been doing such a great job so far.
I got them all a few years ago when they crashed upon my shore. They used to be human, but I need them to be more than that. So. Let me introduce you to my little band of misfits.
Oh before I forget, two things. First and foremost! No asks pertaining to odd reproduction rituals (NSFW)!
Secondly, maybe don’t ask them about their lives before. It seems to just make them sad. Also don’t remind them that they’re stuck here forever. That also makes them sad, I haven’t the faintest idea why; it’s amazing here!
Oh and thirdly, don’t be upset or entitled that more of them answered another question over yours. I can’t completely control them. I’ve only so many pictures in this ‘camera’ Baltimore made.
There I go again getting distracted. The crew!
We have Odenta Westlo. Early on, she was bitten by a vampire. Perfect! I needed someone to control the dead. I gave her bat wings and extended fangs. Actually I gave them all sharpened teeth. Anyways. She’s long mastered the art of hiding her identity from one time dates, smoothly getting them to agree to join her for an, unknown to them, last, evening. She took the sapphire ice egg, and named the hatching female Sesol.
Arries Kartfle is a wild child, perfect for keeping my wildlands in check. She not only has wings that function more as paws, but is ecstatic about her tail. Last week she used it to dump beer on a human. She’s also in a functioning, albeit strange, relationship with Odenta. I did not invoke the patterns on her skin, she came with those. She took the storm lightning egg, and enthusiastically named her Thunderclaw!.
The last female I have is Raynus Evola, who’s always on the move. I don’t know if it was a good idea to have given her 4 draconic wings; its seemed to only made the hoarding and loner situations worse. She’s always journaling, so I suppose I’ll have her keep track of everything else. Despite this nature, she’s always been willing to help the other 11, usually by a manner of pilfered goods. She named her silver ice dragon Valkyrie.
Dmitri Demistrat is rather protective over every book they find, even penning some of their own. I believe they’re trying to build a library. Who better than to maintain the history of everything I’ve built and supported? I gave them crow wings, since earlier they were always trying to steal a duck’s feathers, to little success. At least they have Brimstel, their copper lightning dragon, to keep them from ripping out too many feathers.
Vanessen Forthclike is a strange mix between Dmitri and Raynus. He collects things like Raynus, but only one of each, and catalogues them much like Dmitri. I’ve watched his fascination with the stars, and in kind gave him starry dragon wings. I suppose I’ll need to introduce them to the End, if only so Vanessen has the space to built his museum about everything I have offered, the best of which being his black lightning dragon Kavokslov.
Euron Telvron is never far behind of Vanessen and Raynus, much to the rest of the crew’s chagrin. A strange kid, that one, always throwing dragon toenails or hydra spit or cow hide into his cauldron. I think he used to be a butcher but got banished onto the ship. Oh well. I need someone willing to fiddle with new ways of harnessing magic, even if it’s liquid and non permanent. Perhaps that is why I gave him wings that also function as swimming fins. At least the white ice dragon of his, Faldjorden, doesn’t seem to care where his shed scales go.
Baltimore Grevel is also a magic respinner, and I’ve watched the others try desperately to not leave Euron, Serken, and Baltimore alone together. A wise decision after last time. I’ve done the most work with him, and the newfound ability to walk and fly has spurred him to finding more ways to advance the world. I’ll allow this, if only to take amusement in the failures and dream journals. I’ve given him leathery wings, and he’s named the grey fire dragon Brimstel.
Serken Whittlen is my third official magic spinner. He, she, they, I don’t know anymore, was the first to properly utilize the runes that guide the magic of my land. Raynus is far more secretive of her usage. They’re a flamboyant thing, I believe the term is ‘social butterfly’, hence the gorgeous pink wings I gave him. She’d be perfect for being a sort of center point of all my magic types, and she’s even already gone to teach the humans. They pay him with gold, all of which goes to filling the green fire dragon’s, Esmameere’s, hoard.
Agoti Farcheld is an upright pompous thing, I watched him try and dictate the building of the fort. Something about being a royal advisor. He’s gotten better, but he still insists that everything is in its correct place. He’s far more comfortable interacting with the humans than my creatures, plus is rather skilled at navigating conversations. Perhaps I’ll make him my center point for tribalism or something. His amethyst lightning dragon, Roman, doesn’t seem put off by the plans for an elegant lair. Neither does Baltimore mind spending quiet evenings with him.
I have a pair of siblings, Heltun and Bazon Erthan. They’re strong, look alike, prone to fighting (I think they were both soldiers), and bound by blood, but I think that is all their similarities. Perfect opposites. Bazon, for example, is more likely to throw the first punch, while Heltun would much rather throw the last. Bazon has a fire I admire, and is always chasing more power. I deem it only fit to soon introduce him to my underworld of brimstone to rule. It would match well with Magmol the lava fire dragon.
Heltun, on the other hand, is far more cold and level headed. He can still be joyous like the younger one, but tends to be the voice of reason. He’d make a fine king. I find it only fitting to send him off to the mountain mines to rule. I’ve equipped them both with stony wings, near impenetrable and resistant to the most extreme temperatures. For Heltun, the ice would match well for his sleet ice dragon Issenbreg.
Amdromdan Geodulf is my oldest. I often catch him looking longingly towards the sea, I believe he had offspring before coming here. I am not surprised by this fact, given how paternally he treats everyone, especially the other 11. I relate to his loss, hence why I gifted him white wings softer than duck down. He frequents the garden, and would do well to ensure none of my people starve. His brass fire dragon, Calsol, often sleeps under the trees while Am works.