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Trilobite

About a hundred years ago Trilobite Galloway was elected as the mayor a a small gold mining town in Dragonhome known as Heartstone Valley. She was the strong independent leader that the town needed at the time. The gold veins were drying up and she had plans to expand the town further west to find more gold. But Trilobite never had a chance to follow though with her plans as in a single night her and her townsfolk were killed. No bodies were left behind, only a ghost town slowly rotting away as time moves on. But a ghost town is only what an outsider sees. In reality the people of Heartstone Valley were revived as zombies, forever stuck in time within their tiny town. They are barred from the outside world and left in this timeless expanse of reality. The people of Heartstone don���t know if they should keep going about their lives as if nothing happened, or do they change? Trilobite believes that they must keep living life as they were before this anomaly hit their town. But many disagree with her. The townsfolk have grown impatient with her politics, and they wish for something new. Now the question is do they hold a new election even though time has stopped? And if so what role should a mayor take when no one ages anymore? When no one dies and when no one is being born? There is no more gold in the mines, and the gold that they do have is useless when it cannot be sold to the outside world. So what sort of leader does Heartstone Valley need?

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Helianthus

Helianthus isn’t a fan of labels. They refuse to attach one to their identity. They say it’s because it makes them feel free. They don’t want to be attached to anything. So their gender and sexuality are open to interpretation by anyone. Some call them a ‘she’ others a 'he’. Helianthus refers to themself as a 'they’ but don’t mind other pronouns. To an outsider it would appear that they are dating the faun, Petrichor but Helianthus doesn’t want to put a label on their relationship. They do like to flirt and kiss Petrichor and seem closer to him than to anyone else though. Helianthus is a dryad that can turn into a sunflower. They can stay as a sunflower for days at a time. They say it makes them feel closer to the dryad gods. The war of the dragons and beastclans are no concern to them. Dryads have always been careful to avoid war.

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Pterosis

Pterosis is a handsome young maren who is the commander of a small group of militaristic maren that live in the river that runs through the Hewn City. These maren have adapted to the unusually cold temperatures of the river and have learned how to navigate the land. Until Nighthar met Pterosis this group of maren were at constant war with the dragon clan that lived near the river bank. Nightjhar had succeeded in delaying the tension between the maren and dragon clans, but the two groups of creatures still have a lot to work out before peace is possible. Pterosis was once captured and tortured by another clan of dragons that used to live nearby. He still has the ugly scars that mark his otherwise attractive form. His tailfin sustained irreparable damage and Pterosis now relies on a cloth fin in order to swim. Pterosis was born with many long venomous fins which are advantageous when fighting in close combat. Pterosis fight met Nightjhar as the harpy was running from his flock. Pterosis helped to hide him. He was immediately attracted to the harpy prince and convinced him to stay with his maren for a little while. Slowly the two got to know each other and eventually they became romantic partners.

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Mason

Mason died young and tragically. His life was ruined by a child god. His mind was tormented by a disease out of his control. He had wants and wishes that had to be cut short. His science fiction stories and gay romances had to be left unfinished. His soul was damned. He harmed a god. It was the child who had harmed him. He didn’t know the god was only twelve years old at the time. And the god didn’t know that he should value mortal lives. What happened was a mistake for both parties, and although they are not friends, they have forgiven. Mason’s soul was spared and he was allowed to live in the palace of the God of Death, the very same god who ruined his life. But it was painful. Mason had to watch as his former boyfriend moved on and grow old with another man. He had to watch as his family mourned him. He had to watch life go on without him. Now one hundred years later he’s been given a second chance. He’s been resurrected as a dragon on Sorneith. Now he has the chance to live again and to finally finish the stories he left behind.

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Oxytocin

Oxytocin is what happens when you take something so precious, So valued, So essential, and you break it into a million pieces. Oxytocin is the Goddess of Joy, but she has not felt joy in a long time. Instead sorrow fills her. She was imprisoned. And she was broken. And it was all because of King Naperone. He wanted to cause suffering. He wanted to cause splinters. He wanted control. He got what he wanted. But it didn’t last. Oxytocin was rescued. She’s now safe. She’s with her wife and children. But she is still shattered. Piece by piece, step by step her loved ones are helping her recover. There will come a day where Oxytocin will feel joy again. There will be a day where she will return to her cheerful, sweet self. There will still be cracks from where she fell apart, but she will be healed and Naperone will never hurt her again. In the meantime as she heals, the world will morn for the joy they had lost.

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Guerra

War is not something to be proud of. War is ugly. War is messy. War is the escalation of many, many mistakes, and by the Spirits has Guerra made mistakes. It was never supposed to be this way. War was never supposed to have the meaning that it now does. The original concept of war was more equivalent to survival. It was the dividing of resources. It was the choice to steal or die. To fight and live. War was a dance of life and death. And now its meaning has been soiled forever. War now has more sinister beginnings.

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Fallen

Fallen was lucky. He was born with great potential. As the son of Sunlight and Moonlight, the bloodlines of both Light and Shadow run through his veins. He has the opportunity to see both sides of the coin equally. He is able to see Light and Shadow dragons as dragons that are more similar to each other than they are different. He has the ability within him to help others see this truth as well. If only he could learn to hone is natural magical talent, then he could show the world that Light and Shadow belong together. That they are friends, not foes and that their gods don’t have to be at war. He wants there to be peace at last. So Isra, the demigod of silence and another dragon that walks along the line of Light and Shadow has offered to take the young pearlcatcher under his wing. Hopefully with Isra’s guidance Fallen can learn to use his magic to bring peace to dragonkind.

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Rosie

Rosie is the grandchild of Shiningscourge, a grandchild that the leader of Lampsi may never meet. Rosie’s parents are determined to keep Shining as far from their daughter as possible. And it’s for the best. Shining would not aprove of this offspring. She would not approve of her only daughter, Wish mating with the clan outcast, Bluemoon.

But Rosie doesn’t need to worry apart these issues. Right now she is safe in Clan Ton Theon. She has both of her moms to raise her and raise her right. She is happy. She is allowed to play like a normal hatchling should. Rosie may never have to step foot in Lampsi, although it is technically her birthright. But it’s best this way.

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Pegasus

Pegasus should be impossible. Her parents, a skin stealing alien from space and a murderous mirror dragon should have been incompatible in every sense of the word. And yet somehow they work so well together and they had three children. Pegasus is the most spunky of the three. She’s bold and brash and is much stronger than she thinks. She can change her form like her ‘mother’ Vulpecula, but unlike Vul she doesn’t have to steal the skins from other creatures in order to do so. Instead she just needs a piece of the skin, maybe some scales or a feather. Her default form is a mirror that looks much like her father, Scorpius.

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Perseus

Perseus is the most timid of their siblings. Every little noise or movement may startle them. They don’t like to be touched and they don’t like eyes on them. Unfortunately for them they’re extremely noticeable. They have bright blue scales that glow in the dark and sparkle in sunlight. Colorful crystals are constantly growing from their skin. No matter how often they cut the crystals off more grow in their place. Perseus is envious of their sister, Pegasus and her ability to shape shift, but they’re lucky that she has been kind enough to use her abilities to keep Perseus safely hidden away from the eyes of Queen Andromeda.

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Pixel

Pixel Pronoia ____________ Hi there. Name’s Pixel. Pixel Pronoia. I’m a god but it’s not a big deal. Kidding yes it it. I’m the God of Technology. So if you like the internet, indoor plumbing or the ability to travel halfway across the world in a mere twelve hours, then you could thank me. And please do. I thrive from your attention.

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Nihil the Spirit of Nothing

Before there was anything there was nothing. But that all changed in a moment when suddenly there was something. Creatures that would later become known as the Great Spirits appeared into existence. They were tall, beastly creatures that boasted large wings and the power to Create anything that they desired. The Spirits used their powers to party and have fun. They created food for their own enjoyment and they didn’t have a care in the world. That is, until Nihil appeared into existence. They were a Spirit, but they were half the size as the others. They were skinny, and dull in coloration unlike the vibrant colors of the other Spirits. But most insulting of all Nihil had no wings or powers.

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Cenotaph- The God of Graves

The Gods of Death were doomed from the start. They were born as the older gods began to die. Magic which was once so plentiful was being drained from the entities who built their kingdoms around it. Even the most powerful of gods were struggling to conceive, and less and less gods were being born.

And the gods who were born were weaker than the rest. They had differences that made the other gods scorn and make fun of them. They were disliked and rejected before they ever understood what was wrong.

The Gods of Death were children who were forced to fight each other in order to be Crowned a Major God. It was their one chance to become something great. It was their chance to become worthy of love and respect. But the winner was the youngest of the children, and the way he won  was rather controversial. But that’s another topic. The point is that only one god was Crowned at the end of the gory game, and the rest of the participates had to face the shame of defeat.

And the bite of defeat certainly stung for poor Cenotaph.

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Quest

Quest was once a spiral who loved racing. She would race her friends and family and enter any competition she could find. She loved it because she never lost. Her Primal Wind powers made it possible for her to bend the air around her to make her go faster and her opponents slower. This made many other racing dragons mad. They would call her a cheater and demand a rematch. But Quest was always happy to point out that there were no roles against using Wind magic at races. In fact in some it was encouraged! In many races it wasn’t just about which dragon was the fastest, but which dragon was able to use their magic in a way the got them closer to the finish line. But Quest’s answers never satisfied anyone. They claimed it still wasn’t fair because she was a Primal and naturally had more powerful magic than any ordinary Wind dragon.

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Malaria

Malaria is a disease spread by mosquitoes and caused by a parasite. The parasite matures and damages cells within its host while causing the host to experience a multitude of nasty symptoms which include chills, high fever, sweating, headache, muscular pain and death. It’s possible for a host to recover, only to became sick again at a later date and die. Malaria the dragon has a disease similar to her namesake. She was infected at a fairly young age to the disappointment of her elders. They were so confident that a Plague primal such as malaria would have never been at risk to any disease. Her immune system should have been too powerful.

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Osorno

Osorno thought smithing was his calling. It was what made sense to him. His parents were smiths, he was a Fire dragon, he was born in a volcano, and he was a Fire Primal. He was good at smithing too. It didn’t matter what the materials were, his primal powers made it a breeze. He made a lot of money smithing items for both dragons and beastpeople. But there was something Osorno was missing. He had no passion for his work. Sure he had the skill, but he hated smithing. It was only when he met Grim that he realized, he didn’t have to be a smith if he didn’t want to be one. So Osorno retired his smithing business to find something that he liked to do. With his new found freedom he decided to try music. He bought a guitar and began to learn to play it. Soon he starting experimenting with other instruments, until he ended up with a little violin that he felt strongly about. it clicked that this instrument was his charge. He only wishes he could play the violin.