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(TW; mentions of death, animal death, cannibalism, dragonet abuse)

\\ G E N E R A L //
Name > Tre'Numbra

Nickname(s) > Strum, Large Lad, Big Boye

Tribe > Night/Sand/Sky

Occupation/Affiliation > Illumote

Mentor/Apprentice (if applicable) > N/A (Past apprentices; Lostwish- trained under Sphinx; Abyss- Graduated)
Talon/Order (if applicable) >   Order of Illumination

Click here for Strum's older, less cartoon-y, application art

Appearance >

Strum, upon first glance, doesn't seem to fit any of Pyrrhia or Pantala's tribes. Upon closer inspection, however, one can determine which parts belong to which tribes. His horns used to be filed down to the stump however since Master Sphinx reset him they have returned as their original huge, curved shape. A long, black, thick sail runs from his head to his barb, dotted with red, vivid scales which could be mistaken to glow. These red star-like scales also dot the underside of his leathery black wings. His underbelly is a lighter unsaturated red than the rest of his scales. Since the reset his eyes have gained a sort of heterochromia, with one having a pitch black sclera with dots of bright red around the red iris' and the other being strangely green with a horizontal pupil. Along his sail run parallel lines of Nightwing spikes. At the corners of his mouth protrude two overgrown tusks on both sides which slightly affect his speaking.

Incredibly, the effects of the Eldritch Disaster were removed by the Illumination Master after almost a year of the curse messing with Strum's life. Perhaps as a grim reminder of the events, however, the red scales on the underside of both his wings are still shifted into the Elder Sign, unable to be removed or reset with Animus Magic. Still, Strum is forever thankful to Sphinx and in her debt sincerely.

Strum is also abnormally tall, this coupled with his colour pallet and build makes him rather frightening to look at.

Unfortunately Strum's heavy underbite, which causes his large back teeth to poke constantly out of the edges of his mouth, causes him to slobber excessively. It's more common and heavy when he talks but will often become apparent when his stomach is empty; this is very frequent, abnormally so.

Scars > On his tail, where the stinger meets the tip, the messy incision of a blade remains. Back at Jade Mountain Academy, Strum and a few of his friends found themselves in an underground scavenger stronghold. While tied to a table, a scavenger tried to sever his stinger off for further study. It was stopped by a strange healing spell.

A second scar lines Strum's left eye, running from the bridge of his nose to his cheek. This was a result of him loosing himself during the Scorpion Den while trying to deliver a dying student to a professional backstreet doctor. One of his traveling companions, Moonwave, was enraged that he had made a fool of himself and was out of his mind, and taught him a violent lesson.

A third scar scores his left flank, across his left ribs and up to the webbing of his left wing. This scar was given to him by Moonwave during the two's violent confrontation once Moon's enchanted bracelet was removed. The fight was so violent that, had Strum not enchanted himself with an additional boost of constitution, he would have died of blood loss.

Age > 16 years

Sex > Male
Gender > Bloke
   Pronouns > He/him
Sexuality > Gay

\\ A B I L I T I E S //

POWERS > Strum’s powers hail from his Sandwing third. His firebreath is average, as is the venom produced from his ferocious barb. A warmth is given off from his scales and hot weather affects him very little. Strum can go longer without sustenance than other non-sandwing dragons.

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The Grimoire of The Animus:
Spells and rules here.
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SKILLS >
Survival > [5]
Tribe Abilities > [2]
Skill 1 > Guitar [4]
Skill 2 > Knowledge: Arcane [8]
Skill 3 > Intimidate [4]
Skill 4 > Medicine [4]
Skill 5 >
Education/Training >
Strum learned a strange way of feral fighting during his imprisonment within Clan Oldblood. He taught himself to read poorly using the weathered Animus Grimoire, but Autumn taught him basic life skills once she took him in (and how to play his treasured guitar). He was educated at Jade Mountain Academy for three years before being offered an apprenticeship under a mentor at the Pyrrhia Pantala Alliance University. His mentor was Master Vesper of the Nimbles, however he frequented many of the Illumotes over the course of a year’s period. Vesper helped Strum how to be defensive over offensive in combat, while some Illumotes would question him on his book frequently, causing him to research much more about magic. Being well-versed in magical means, Master Sphinx assisted Strum in both his research and usage of the Grimoire Of The Animus.
STATS >
LEVEL: 7
TIER: 1
Strength > 9
Agility/Dexterity > 4
Defense/Constitution > 10
Intelligence/Book Smarts >6
Wisdom/Observation > 10
Charisma > 2
Stamina > 7
Flying > 3

\\ P E R S O N A L I T Y //
(Write 2-3 sentences about each trait and how your character expresses it. You may add extra secrets/fears/dreams if you wish, but you must list at least one of each).

POSITIVE:
Empathetic, Loyal, Understanding

Despite living through, what some might call, a traumatic childhood, one thing Strum has learned is that everyone has their own stories. There’s always two sides to the same coin and things shouldn’t be taken at face value. Alas, of course his trust lies in those who trust him. This mindset leads him to have patients while others speak.

NEUTRAL:
Stoic, Judgemental, Determined

Strum is a rather steadfast fellow, he doesn't budge when pressed to do something and is often determined to outlast whomever he's against. Due to knowing that everyone has their own stories to tell, Strum is incredibly judgemental, yet never shows it.

NEGATIVE:
Violent, Secretive, Intimidating

Should someone cross this tribrid in the wrong circumstances, he will be incredibly ruthless in his assault should someone intentionally piss him off; it’s good to not piss him off. His size leads him to be rather intimidating without prior knowledge of his past of violence, which is common as he hates letting anyone know about that, leading him to be rather secretive about it.

LIKES >> Strum's hobbies include cooking, reading, listening, playing music, practicing magic, and relaxing to name a few. He has picked up origami as of late

DISLIKES >> Strum dislikes violence, cruelty, bullying, rain, thunderstorms, and Skywings.

SECRETS:

> Strum's not so secret about his animus enchanted book nowadays, however he still keeps every hint of his past a tightly kept secret. Not even his colleagues at the Order of Illumination can get him to spill the beans often.

> While Strum's recent bouts of cannibalism and feral nature have been rumored around Mezzo, the sheer extent of how these terrible traits are ingrained into his history are known to only a select few dragons.

> Scratching Strum behind his ears is a surefire, quick way to subdue and pacify him immediately (think Toothless in the HTTYD movies). He tries to keep this on the downlow as it's embarrassing, but MM is more than happy to embarrass him!

FEARS:

> Cult of Oldblood.

> Himself. Strum is scared of himself and what he has done/can do. He sickens himself, hates himself, but ultimately has to live with himself.

>Loosing Bootes. Strum can't deal with loosing more family.

WISHES/DREAMS:

> To find a cause worth living for.

> To be able to live peacefully

> To no longer be burdened by his vile and dangerous habits.

PARANOIA:

After the events of R'lyeh, Professor Strum was suffering from a form of psychosis. This sickness caused him to crave dragon flesh. He became increasingly aggressive around fresh blood and the wounded, and in conflict. As a substitute for dragon meat Strum was given a fake Rainwing leg made of reptile meat and pumped full of donated Silkwing blood. He also hunted frequently to cull the urge to lash out.

In current day Strum, no longer a professor, has culled his sickness near-entirely. Intrusive thoughts may hammer at his mind when faced with a triggering situation, and he cannot help salivating more when around the injured or deceased. Strum is able to thoroughly resist any temptation although this doesn't make him feel any less repulsed by himself. A ceaseless hunger claws at his gut and he has admitted he still finds the taste of dragon to be elating.

Strum's history is unusual due to it being tied with the Lurker at the Threshold event.
(TW; mentions of death, animal death, cannibalism, dragonet abuse, body horror, and violence)

\\ H I S T O R Y //

Cloud, a Sand-Sky hybrid of the Cult of Oldblood, couldn’t resist the dashing charms of the Nightwing rogue who brought her a drink that night in a town on the fringes of the Sky Kingdom. One night only. By dawn he was gone and she, alone again, returned to the Claws of Cloud Mountain. Unbeknownst to Cloud as she went about her duties the Cult required, an egg steadily grew throughout all the inhumane acts performed by the group. Once she became eggbound she conversed with her superiors about what to do with the unexpected child. A child grown in the Cult’s company, hidden away from Queen Ibis' eyes like the group itself deep within the Claws of the Cloud Mountains.

Hatchling (0-1):  The Cult of Oldblood worshiped one force from beyond the stars that had blessed them with terrible knowledge passed from dragon to dragon through countless generations. This entity they knew only as the Nameless One, yet beings of similar power had been written about in ancient scripts. Those born within the ranks were blessed with a name from one of these unfathomable forces. This unwanted, unexpected child born a bastard was named with the same customs; Tru’nembra. The moment Tru’nembra hatched he was used solely for the goal the Cult had in mind. Imprisoned at the bottom of a cylindrical pit, chained to the center by a thick iron chain, the child would be their sacrificial weapon and the monstrous guard of their hoard. Just out of reach laid piles of trinkets behind a curved cell- It was one of Tru’nembra’s jobs to protect the hoard that he himself couldn’t access.

Live prey was tossed into the pit from above in the name of the Nameless One- Birds, rabbits, goats- and every kill Tru’nembra ate was ‘done in the Nameless One’s name’ according to the cult. Tru’nembra himself, however, just wanted to not starve to death. Day after day, sacrifice after sacrifice, month after month, something began to happen to the hatchling. A poison from beyond the stars slipped through the miniscule gap each taken life had expanded and looked to worm itself into the murderous vessel. The Nameless One, Yog-Sothoth, tried and failed to possess the hatchling but his venomous presence forever corrupted the child's life. Strange things happened following the hatchling’s snarls, yelps, and whines; patches of stone turned to pulsing flesh, eyeballs peered briefly through cracks in the air, incomprehensible shapes drifted at the pit’s base. Fascinating, horrifying events flared each time Tru’nembra’s wordless voice growled and the poison gradually grew potent. One strange occurrence summoned strange shifting red blobs that lazily bounced around both the pit and the treasure cell. Tru’nembra peered into the cell to watch the wriggling eldritch things bump against the trinkets, but one object grabbed his attention as it was knocked down the pile against the cell’s bars. A thick, leatherbound tome hued in purple and gold. As he reached towards the book the poison running through his soul screamed in agony when his claws brushed the cover. The poison retreated back to where it had come yet left it’s damage behind. Yog-Sothoth’s first attempt to breach the plane he could not access had been thwarted by that incredibly enchanted grimoire.

Youngest Dragonet (1-3): Curiosity erupted into obsession for Tru’nembra once he opened the book. Despite his illiteracy he was enamoured by the forign texts and diagrams. Between food being thrown down and strangers circling around to check on the treasure, he watched the Grimoire every waking second. Eventually, against all odds, the scribbles on the pages began to make sense to him; the twisting, shifting ink radiated magic starkly opposite to the poison his voice empowered. Writing of noise, action, colour and light Tru’nembra had never experienced were described. Months passed and the dragonet continued to create abominations against reality on his snarls and growls however he had begun to practice what he had read too. The Grimoire told of ways to harness what magic it had left in it’s ink by emitting noise, focusing the mind, and through expression. Tru’nembra, two years after he had hatched, half-mad and isolated, had honed his voice to create small pink sparks on command while reading the Grimoire. A weak form of prestidigitation. Absolutely enamoured by the bright light he’d not seen before he pushed onwards with a steeled determination. This magic was true which meant everything else written down was true too- and he wanted to see it.

Tru’nembra grew at an abnormal rate- by his second birthday he was already an imposing, yet strangely proportioned, sight to behold. Still chained to the floor by the neck, the collar behind his ears had stunted the hardness of his scales in that area and therefore left the spot surprisingly sensitive. Around this milestone was when a figure from above, calling itself Father, threw the first dragon into Tru’nembra’s pit. A scrawny-looking Skywing with wings broken and limbs bound, a chain around it's neck leading up out of the pit. The dragonet didn’t know what to do at first and listened to the Skywing speak, catching a couple of words sounding similar to those in the Grimoire. Their words became a bawling noise that hurt his ears so he did to the dragon what he’d done to everything else breathing that had been thrown into the pit. Before Tru'nembra could eat, something hoisted the corpse back out of the pit, leaving him with only puddles of blood. From then on, once every two-or-three months, Father would lower another dragon in a similar state into the pit between the regular prey. Tru’nembra listened to what they said before killing them- some had more to say then others, and he did enjoy trying to make out what was being said to him- but each encounter ended the same; the corpse hauled out of the pit. One time the dragonet’s voice turned the head of a bound dragon inside-out.

Each dragon dropped into the pit brought with them more about the world outside the dark. Day in day out, month after month, Tru’nembra read his Grimoire, practiced the methods within, and pulled his chain until it was taught to scratch against the walls. Sometimes voices echoed around the caves and found themselves in the pit, giving the dragonet even more to hear. Father spoke to Tru’nembra in one-sided conversations, gloating about how the world’s current state would differ drastically in the near future- and other delusional rambles. Information poured in and Tru’nembra lapped it up whenever he could. He wanted to see this world that he kept hearing about- this world he kept reading about- and an opportunity presented itself when the floor around his rusted chain turned to flesh from a low croak. There was no time to lose; Tru’nembra tore up the floor where he could, ripping the chain’s bolt from the unnatural muscle. He grabbed the Grimoire in his jaws and scaled the pit’s walls with his claws- and he was up. For the first time the dragonet stood at the top of his pit. Torchlight hurt his eyes but he pressed forwards, barely able to see down lavishly coated caves through a squint. Smells, voices, and sounds he had never experienced so close before assaulted his senses. Not long after he started walking a yell rang out from behind (most likely somebody had found his bloody footprints). Tru’nembra’s ambling turned into a mad dash through every room he found, sprinting by the legs of live dragons, his yelps and barks causing small eldritch anomalies to appear in his wake. Shouts, screams, furious yells, all hammered the dragonet’s skull painfully, all the while the metal of his unbolted chain clanging against the stone behind him like a ribbon in the wind giving his location away unceremoniously. A rushing, crashing noise came from up ahead but his limited vision disguised the point where the floor gave way into a river. Caught in the waters Tru’nembra was carried along the current and out of sight of the cult in pursuit down a network of narrow tunnels. Darkness turned to bright light as the river became a waterfall, dumping him out violently into a serene pond outside of the mountain. Momentum washed him against the muddy bank where he would stay, unconscious, until a day later when somebody found him.

In total, Tru'nembra killed seven dragons before his escape.

Young Dragonet (3-6): Tru’nembra awoke the next evening in a dark room on a soft bed. Autumn, an elderly ex-gladiator Skywing who lived in retirement out in the valleys of the mountains, had found the dragonet unconscious and had taken him home. As to be expected he attacked her the first time she entered the room and so for the next week interactions were done through a door. It started with letting Tru’nembra settle into the dark spare room, gradually working up to Autumn sitting in the open doorframe while he ate meals she’d prepared over several weeks. Autumn worked tirelessly to rehabilitate the tribrid, leaving him books to read, teaching him what different gestures and words meant, and what not to eat when out in the mountains. Once he learned how to write he told Autumn where he had come from to the best of his abilities. She had known about the cult in the caves for many years however never had any solid proof that could get them ran out, nor any immediate desire to get the authorities involved. Still, Autumn refrained from contacting the guard, fearing (and knowing) they would take the tribrid from her given his involvement in everything. Instead she continued to mentor him for the next three years.

Tru’nembra took a near instant liking to the guitar Autumn would play for him sometimes. Naturally she taught him how to play- learning to play the guitar was the first genuine hobby the two shared, as previously the dragonet had preferred to stay in his room while conversing and learning. With his knack for the instrument his mentor affectionately nicknamed him ‘Strum’. Strum far preferred that name.

Both Autumn and Strum discovered that using the guitar as a conduit for his Grimoire’s magic meant that no eldritch anomalies would occur at the same time (which had been a problem previously). Thrilled at this, Strum practiced both his spells and his musical talent at the same time for hours on end. He hadn’t spoken in months when a stranger broke in. Autumn was away to pick up supplies, leaving Strum home alone in the early hours of the morning. Glass shattered and a burly, scarred Skywing began to ransack the house. Strum didn’t know what to do but roar and snarl at the only other dragon he had seen besides Autumn in a whole year. Pulsating eyeballs sprouted from the Skywing’s throat and nostrils, suffocating them while their scales became raw muscle. They collapsed to the floor, dead, and Strum was finally faced with a body that wouldn't be pulled out of view immediately. As if by instinct he devoured the mutated corpse. Once Autumn returned there was very little mess but clear signs something had happened. Strum told her everything; she was understandably horrified for a multitude of reasons but tidied the rest of it up, burying the bones in the back garden. After seeing the look on his mentor’s face, Strum started to realize how wrong these thoughts and actions were, and how dangerous his voice was. He began to hone his Prestidigitation spell in such a way that he could form letters in the air; this way he could write without a quill or ink and wouldn’t have to talk.

Autumn and Strum continued on from the incident with hardly a dent in their bond. Three years since escaping the Cult’s cave, Strum was nearly a completely different dragon. He could read, write, and had a grand fascination with how the things he’d experienced had come to be. His curiosity and questions became things Autumn herself couldn’t provide answers for. She contemplated another form of education for Strum; he had spurs of bloody violence and would become quiet whenever anybody came around the home, however he understood roughly how the societal norms worked. The best place for Strum to learn about the world would have been Jade Mountain Academy.

Adolescent (6-8): Strum’s time at Jade Mountain Academy was (thankfully) quite normal. He arrived with the intent to learn and keep quiet, friends being the last thing on his mind. Certain subjects slipped by him but he found solace in reading. One of his favorite authors was Lovecraft, an old Nightwing horror writer from quite some time ago. At the Academy he unearthed a great fascination in space, too; having had spent his early years underground he adored watching the vastness of the night sky for hours. While he enjoyed his own company he kept both his voice and his book a secret from anybody around him, afraid of doing unintentional harm.
Although friends were not Strum’s goal he unintentionally made a few along the way. Kraken, a boisterous Seawing princess- Mojave, a knowledgeable Sandwing wordsmith- Lostwish, an incredible Nightwing animus- Pineapple, an optimistic Rainwing artist- Dreamkiller, a conflicted Nightwing giant- Falcon, a headstrong Skywing soldier- and Oxalis, a Sandwing Strum fell head-over-heels for. Strum tried to keep his friends safe but on one occasion he, Ox, Kraken, and Falcon were kidnapped by scavengers to be experimented on. There the three learned the power of Strum’s enchanted book and helped eachother escape the underground facility together. After this his secrecy about his book became more lax and, during his second term, word of the artifact reached the Alliance’s ears.

Initially Strum was taken in for questioning by an Alliance member, however when the Grimoire was confiscated for investigation and Strum became visibly distressed (and when his panicked growls caused red flesh vines covered in teeth to sprout out of the floor and around the Alliance dragon’s legs) the book was returned. The tribrid’s anomalous properties and magic book perked enough interest that he was offered a traineeship on the Isle Mezzo. He would have been a fool to not accept it.

Young adult (8-11): Master Vesper, the head of the Order of The Nimbus, took on Strum as her apprentice. Strum himself suspected that this was so he could be kept a close eye on. Having moved to the Isle Mezzo Strum went ahead with moving into the Trainee Dorms of the Castle. Shortly after arriving he received news that the Cult of Oldblood’s sanctuary had been raided by Queen Ibis’ guard and thoroughly exploded. Autumn had, finally, tipped the Kingdom off on the hideout’s whereabouts once Strum was safely elsewhere. This news, while a gigantic relief to him, didn’t change Strum’s method of getting through his training. He kept his head down and followed instructions to the best of his abilities at first. He was hesitant to use his magic (either forms) around Vesper, keeping all of his cards close to his chest. Over time however, the Nimble Master managed to get him to open up about a few things… and then more things. He explained that he had grown up in a prison-like cave but avoided major details, showed what both kinds of magic he possessed could do, wrote about his interests, and performed both music and his astronomy knowledge to his mentor. Feeling more confident in practicing his book’s magic alongside his regular training, Strum found a part-time teacher in Master Sphinx. The Illumination animus aided the tribrid in understanding his magic between the lessons his mentor would teach; Strum worked himself to the bone, working non-stop tirelessly until the end of his year-and-a-half traineeship. Although young he had proven himself. At the Sorting Ceremony the Orb of Unity placed Strum with the Order of Illumination.

As an official Alliance member (though still a rookie) Strum spent his time documenting everything he could about his grimore, his voice, the enchanted items within the Vault, and the world around him. He wrote at great lengths about space and stars, prompting him to be positioned as the Astronomy teacher later on in the year. His head was so buried in work that he hardly noticed the dragons around him and thus stayed introverted and antisocial outside of teaching. The few moments he was outside of work he stayed a cordial, friendly fellow up for helping with anything if he had the time. Strum’s life appeared to have settled for a time- Until R’lyeh happened.

Documentation of R’lyeh can be found everywhere if one looks in the right spot. Eldritch magics forced the world awry and Strum had to coordinate dragons to find what he believed to be parts of a ritual to prevent the madness. He had been deceived by friends and madness approached quicker after the ritual, so Strum led a group of dragons through multiple horrifying planes of existence to aid Lostwish and Sphinx’s barricade against chaos. At the end of the road he and Lostwish performed the correct ritual and shut out Yog-Sothoth from their plane of reality. Yog-Sothoth, the same Unnamed Entity that the Cult of Oldblood worshiped unknowingly- the same Unnamed Entity who had cursed Strum’s voice. With Yog-sothoth shut out permanently so too was the poison on Strum’s voice.

Due to the trauma of the event Strum was left scarred; his body had been fused with a creature called a Shoggoth, and the horrors of R'lyeh tainted him, burdening him with an intense, endless hunger for dragon flesh. For months Strum struggled to stay civil, certain triggers sending him feral at the drop of a hat, however during the hell he had gone through he had met other dragons. Dragons he knew like Mojave, Kraken, Dreamkiller, Lostwish, and Oxalis- and dragons he didn’t know, like Lily, Dugong, Marigold, Moonwave, Moth, Sawfly, Pathfinder, and many others. Going through something so traumatic together created strange bonds between each of The Doomed. Strum no longer had to deal with his problems alone; and no dragon was there for him more than Oxalis.

Present (12-13): Strum stayed fused with the Shoggoth for a year after R’lyeh, trying to cope by himself the only way he knew how; by working relentlessly. His condition proved too much and, for the sake of himself and the University, his profession as the Astronomy professor was revoked. His psychosis put a gigantic strain on the people he knew, including Ox (who he was dating by this point). He and Ox, feeling as though death was around every corner, decided to use the Egg of Eggs to have a clutch once things had become steady again. Alas one child Elande, never hatched, and that same summer their remaining daughter, Queen, died in the Great Fire. Their son, Bootes, survived thankfully. Around the same time as this Master Sphinx contacted the tribrid; she had found a way to reverse the shoggoth-fusion at last. Reversing such a condition via magic reversed ALL of the damage done to the afflicted areas, meaning that Strum’s broken horns grew back. His left eyeball refused to change but it didn’t appear to have any negative effects.

Free of the physical monster, Strum’s mental monsters stayed.
His friendships grew tumultuous and violent, his life had been threatened multiple times by multiple dragons, his own apprentice had accidentally played a part in causing the Great Fire, his friends hated eachother and him, Oxalis left, stress, stress, stress, work, work, work, until it became too much despite his therapist, Vesper, gaving him temporary leave. After being nearly killed by Moonwave, Strum took a break. He vanished for months once released from the hospital, off of the grid, leaving Bootes in the care of Spire and Lily.
Yet now he is making a slow, steady, return.

Though he has been steadily taking it slow, Strum has been making up for lost time by setting about his arcane research. This has included training his apprentice Abyss, who recently graduated into the Alliance.

\\ R E L A T I O N S H I P S //
PARENTS >
   >> Dayreak
>> Cloud

     >>

SIBLINGS >

MATE (if applicable) > --

DRAGONETS (if applicable) >

> Bootes; "I wish I could give you a better childhood beginning, but now I can make a start."

> Queen; "I should have stayed with you. I'm sorry I wasn't there. I'm sorry..."

> Elanda; "Perhaps if I was not cursed you would have taken a breath. I blame myself."

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(Describe any others your OC is connected with here, including friends, enemies, etc.)

\\ INVENTORY //
(Things that your dragon is carrying with them all the time!)

Guitar > A varnished oak guitar given to him as a child by Autumn. [Medium]
Grimoire > An old, thick book bound in lavender leather and gold filigee. The words within it are jumbled and move on the page, full of magic. [Small]
Satchel content > Within Strum's satchel, he keeps on him: Paper stack, an inkwell, a quill, chamomile leaves, brightsting cactus slice [Small]
Item 4 > Description

\\ DRAGON TEARS & LEVELLING RECORDS //

General reputation: -700 in Sky Kingdom for stories about him. +500 on Mezzo for good deeds + r'lyeh help. -150 in Sand for causing a scene.

Level 6 start thanks to JOAT.

Quest: The Cabalistic Coastline [Pre-Event Quest - Major Plotline] Confirmation
Rewards Gained:

+75dt, +25 Sky Kingdom rep

Quest: The Mouth of Babel [Event] Confirmation
Rewards Gained:

+150dt, +270 Ice Kingdom rep

Level Up! Strum Reaches lv 7 (+1 stat)

Quest: First, Second, and Third Aid Confirmation
Rewards Gained: +1 Medicine

Quest: Title and Link (Link to screenshot of your Quest Success Confirmation)
Rewards Gained: (List rewards here, and any notable Quest Completion details)

Quest: Title and Link (Link to screenshot of your Quest Success Confirmation)
Rewards Gained: (List rewards here, and any notable Quest Completion details)

Total Dragon Tears Gained: 225
Inspiration: Death Saving Throw
Levelling Rate: [Major Ban]

Starting Stats: STR [9], DEX [3], CON [10], INT [6], WIS [10], CHA [2], STA [7], FLY [3]
Starting Skills: Survival [5], Tribe Abilities [2], Guitar [4], Knowledge: Arcane [8], Intimidation [4], Medicine [3]

\\ E X T R A //
Strum's selectively mute!

Jack of All Trades (not valid anymore)

MM (Mythos Marigold) is a Nightgaunt Strum has as a pet. It can't speak but can understand Human, Dragon, and R'lyehian.

Strum knows some parts of the R'lyehian language and will sometimes speak in it instead of draconic.

Strum has a kitten called Tort (short for Tortiose) that he found in the Deep Glade. He is scarred with one eye, one eye, and three legs.

MM Stats

Str- below 1

Dex- Below 1 (unless moving through tight spots, in which it becomes an 8)

Con- Below 1

Int- 4

Wis- 7

Cha- 2

Stamina- 4

Fly- 4

Swim- 1

Empathy- 5

\\ C O M M U N I C A T I O N //
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Discord > yup

Other Chats > probably



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Background image drawn by Pandamonic for use of Pyrrhia-Pantala only.

Description

(TW; mentions of death, animal death, cannibalism, dragonet abuse)

\\ G E N E R A L //
Name > Tre'Numbra

Nickname(s) > Strum, Large Lad, Big Boye

Tribe > Night/Sand/Sky

Occupation/Affiliation > Illumote

Mentor/Apprentice (if applicable) > N/A (Past apprentices; Lostwish- trained under Sphinx; Abyss- Graduated)
Talon/Order (if applicable) >   Order of Illumination

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Appearance >

Strum, upon first glance, doesn't seem to fit any of Pyrrhia or Pantala's tribes. Upon closer inspection, however, one can determine which parts belong to which tribes. His horns used to be filed down to the stump however since Master Sphinx reset him they have returned as their original huge, curved shape. A long, black, thick sail runs from his head to his barb, dotted with red, vivid scales which could be mistaken to glow. These red star-like scales also dot the underside of his leathery black wings. His underbelly is a lighter unsaturated red than the rest of his scales. Since the reset his eyes have gained a sort of heterochromia, with one having a pitch black sclera with dots of bright red around the red iris' and the other being strangely green with a horizontal pupil. Along his sail run parallel lines of Nightwing spikes. At the corners of his mouth protrude two overgrown tusks on both sides which slightly affect his speaking.

Incredibly, the effects of the Eldritch Disaster were removed by the Illumination Master after almost a year of the curse messing with Strum's life. Perhaps as a grim reminder of the events, however, the red scales on the underside of both his wings are still shifted into the Elder Sign, unable to be removed or reset with Animus Magic. Still, Strum is forever thankful to Sphinx and in her debt sincerely.

Strum is also abnormally tall, this coupled with his colour pallet and build makes him rather frightening to look at.

Unfortunately Strum's heavy underbite, which causes his large back teeth to poke constantly out of the edges of his mouth, causes him to slobber excessively. It's more common and heavy when he talks but will often become apparent when his stomach is empty; this is very frequent, abnormally so.

Scars > On his tail, where the stinger meets the tip, the messy incision of a blade remains. Back at Jade Mountain Academy, Strum and a few of his friends found themselves in an underground scavenger stronghold. While tied to a table, a scavenger tried to sever his stinger off for further study. It was stopped by a strange healing spell.

A second scar lines Strum's left eye, running from the bridge of his nose to his cheek. This was a result of him loosing himself during the Scorpion Den while trying to deliver a dying student to a professional backstreet doctor. One of his traveling companions, Moonwave, was enraged that he had made a fool of himself and was out of his mind, and taught him a violent lesson.

A third scar scores his left flank, across his left ribs and up to the webbing of his left wing. This scar was given to him by Moonwave during the two's violent confrontation once Moon's enchanted bracelet was removed. The fight was so violent that, had Strum not enchanted himself with an additional boost of constitution, he would have died of blood loss.

Age > 16 years

Sex > Male
Gender > Bloke
   Pronouns > He/him
Sexuality > Gay

\\ A B I L I T I E S //

POWERS > Strum’s powers hail from his Sandwing third. His firebreath is average, as is the venom produced from his ferocious barb. A warmth is given off from his scales and hot weather affects him very little. Strum can go longer without sustenance than other non-sandwing dragons.

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The Grimoire of The Animus:
Spells and rules here.
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SKILLS >
Survival > [5]
Tribe Abilities > [2]
Skill 1 > Guitar [4]
Skill 2 > Knowledge: Arcane [8]
Skill 3 > Intimidate [4]
Skill 4 > Medicine [4]
Skill 5 >
Education/Training >
Strum learned a strange way of feral fighting during his imprisonment within Clan Oldblood. He taught himself to read poorly using the weathered Animus Grimoire, but Autumn taught him basic life skills once she took him in (and how to play his treasured guitar). He was educated at Jade Mountain Academy for three years before being offered an apprenticeship under a mentor at the Pyrrhia Pantala Alliance University. His mentor was Master Vesper of the Nimbles, however he frequented many of the Illumotes over the course of a year’s period. Vesper helped Strum how to be defensive over offensive in combat, while some Illumotes would question him on his book frequently, causing him to research much more about magic. Being well-versed in magical means, Master Sphinx assisted Strum in both his research and usage of the Grimoire Of The Animus.
STATS >
LEVEL: 7
TIER: 1
Strength > 9
Agility/Dexterity > 4
Defense/Constitution > 10
Intelligence/Book Smarts >6
Wisdom/Observation > 10
Charisma > 2
Stamina > 7
Flying > 3

\\ P E R S O N A L I T Y //
(Write 2-3 sentences about each trait and how your character expresses it. You may add extra secrets/fears/dreams if you wish, but you must list at least one of each).

POSITIVE:
Empathetic, Loyal, Understanding

Despite living through, what some might call, a traumatic childhood, one thing Strum has learned is that everyone has their own stories. There’s always two sides to the same coin and things shouldn’t be taken at face value. Alas, of course his trust lies in those who trust him. This mindset leads him to have patients while others speak.

NEUTRAL:
Stoic, Judgemental, Determined

Strum is a rather steadfast fellow, he doesn't budge when pressed to do something and is often determined to outlast whomever he's against. Due to knowing that everyone has their own stories to tell, Strum is incredibly judgemental, yet never shows it.

NEGATIVE:
Violent, Secretive, Intimidating

Should someone cross this tribrid in the wrong circumstances, he will be incredibly ruthless in his assault should someone intentionally piss him off; it’s good to not piss him off. His size leads him to be rather intimidating without prior knowledge of his past of violence, which is common as he hates letting anyone know about that, leading him to be rather secretive about it.

LIKES >> Strum's hobbies include cooking, reading, listening, playing music, practicing magic, and relaxing to name a few. He has picked up origami as of late

DISLIKES >> Strum dislikes violence, cruelty, bullying, rain, thunderstorms, and Skywings.

SECRETS:

> Strum's not so secret about his animus enchanted book nowadays, however he still keeps every hint of his past a tightly kept secret. Not even his colleagues at the Order of Illumination can get him to spill the beans often.

> While Strum's recent bouts of cannibalism and feral nature have been rumored around Mezzo, the sheer extent of how these terrible traits are ingrained into his history are known to only a select few dragons.

> Scratching Strum behind his ears is a surefire, quick way to subdue and pacify him immediately (think Toothless in the HTTYD movies). He tries to keep this on the downlow as it's embarrassing, but MM is more than happy to embarrass him!

FEARS:

> Cult of Oldblood.

> Himself. Strum is scared of himself and what he has done/can do. He sickens himself, hates himself, but ultimately has to live with himself.

>Loosing Bootes. Strum can't deal with loosing more family.

WISHES/DREAMS:

> To find a cause worth living for.

> To be able to live peacefully

> To no longer be burdened by his vile and dangerous habits.

PARANOIA:

After the events of R'lyeh, Professor Strum was suffering from a form of psychosis. This sickness caused him to crave dragon flesh. He became increasingly aggressive around fresh blood and the wounded, and in conflict. As a substitute for dragon meat Strum was given a fake Rainwing leg made of reptile meat and pumped full of donated Silkwing blood. He also hunted frequently to cull the urge to lash out.

In current day Strum, no longer a professor, has culled his sickness near-entirely. Intrusive thoughts may hammer at his mind when faced with a triggering situation, and he cannot help salivating more when around the injured or deceased. Strum is able to thoroughly resist any temptation although this doesn't make him feel any less repulsed by himself. A ceaseless hunger claws at his gut and he has admitted he still finds the taste of dragon to be elating.

Strum's history is unusual due to it being tied with the Lurker at the Threshold event.
(TW; mentions of death, animal death, cannibalism, dragonet abuse, body horror, and violence)

\\ H I S T O R Y //

Cloud, a Sand-Sky hybrid of the Cult of Oldblood, couldn’t resist the dashing charms of the Nightwing rogue who brought her a drink that night in a town on the fringes of the Sky Kingdom. One night only. By dawn he was gone and she, alone again, returned to the Claws of Cloud Mountain. Unbeknownst to Cloud as she went about her duties the Cult required, an egg steadily grew throughout all the inhumane acts performed by the group. Once she became eggbound she conversed with her superiors about what to do with the unexpected child. A child grown in the Cult’s company, hidden away from Queen Ibis' eyes like the group itself deep within the Claws of the Cloud Mountains.

Hatchling (0-1):  The Cult of Oldblood worshiped one force from beyond the stars that had blessed them with terrible knowledge passed from dragon to dragon through countless generations. This entity they knew only as the Nameless One, yet beings of similar power had been written about in ancient scripts. Those born within the ranks were blessed with a name from one of these unfathomable forces. This unwanted, unexpected child born a bastard was named with the same customs; Tru’nembra. The moment Tru’nembra hatched he was used solely for the goal the Cult had in mind. Imprisoned at the bottom of a cylindrical pit, chained to the center by a thick iron chain, the child would be their sacrificial weapon and the monstrous guard of their hoard. Just out of reach laid piles of trinkets behind a curved cell- It was one of Tru’nembra’s jobs to protect the hoard that he himself couldn’t access.

Live prey was tossed into the pit from above in the name of the Nameless One- Birds, rabbits, goats- and every kill Tru’nembra ate was ‘done in the Nameless One’s name’ according to the cult. Tru’nembra himself, however, just wanted to not starve to death. Day after day, sacrifice after sacrifice, month after month, something began to happen to the hatchling. A poison from beyond the stars slipped through the miniscule gap each taken life had expanded and looked to worm itself into the murderous vessel. The Nameless One, Yog-Sothoth, tried and failed to possess the hatchling but his venomous presence forever corrupted the child's life. Strange things happened following the hatchling’s snarls, yelps, and whines; patches of stone turned to pulsing flesh, eyeballs peered briefly through cracks in the air, incomprehensible shapes drifted at the pit’s base. Fascinating, horrifying events flared each time Tru’nembra’s wordless voice growled and the poison gradually grew potent. One strange occurrence summoned strange shifting red blobs that lazily bounced around both the pit and the treasure cell. Tru’nembra peered into the cell to watch the wriggling eldritch things bump against the trinkets, but one object grabbed his attention as it was knocked down the pile against the cell’s bars. A thick, leatherbound tome hued in purple and gold. As he reached towards the book the poison running through his soul screamed in agony when his claws brushed the cover. The poison retreated back to where it had come yet left it’s damage behind. Yog-Sothoth’s first attempt to breach the plane he could not access had been thwarted by that incredibly enchanted grimoire.

Youngest Dragonet (1-3): Curiosity erupted into obsession for Tru’nembra once he opened the book. Despite his illiteracy he was enamoured by the forign texts and diagrams. Between food being thrown down and strangers circling around to check on the treasure, he watched the Grimoire every waking second. Eventually, against all odds, the scribbles on the pages began to make sense to him; the twisting, shifting ink radiated magic starkly opposite to the poison his voice empowered. Writing of noise, action, colour and light Tru’nembra had never experienced were described. Months passed and the dragonet continued to create abominations against reality on his snarls and growls however he had begun to practice what he had read too. The Grimoire told of ways to harness what magic it had left in it’s ink by emitting noise, focusing the mind, and through expression. Tru’nembra, two years after he had hatched, half-mad and isolated, had honed his voice to create small pink sparks on command while reading the Grimoire. A weak form of prestidigitation. Absolutely enamoured by the bright light he’d not seen before he pushed onwards with a steeled determination. This magic was true which meant everything else written down was true too- and he wanted to see it.

Tru’nembra grew at an abnormal rate- by his second birthday he was already an imposing, yet strangely proportioned, sight to behold. Still chained to the floor by the neck, the collar behind his ears had stunted the hardness of his scales in that area and therefore left the spot surprisingly sensitive. Around this milestone was when a figure from above, calling itself Father, threw the first dragon into Tru’nembra’s pit. A scrawny-looking Skywing with wings broken and limbs bound, a chain around it's neck leading up out of the pit. The dragonet didn’t know what to do at first and listened to the Skywing speak, catching a couple of words sounding similar to those in the Grimoire. Their words became a bawling noise that hurt his ears so he did to the dragon what he’d done to everything else breathing that had been thrown into the pit. Before Tru'nembra could eat, something hoisted the corpse back out of the pit, leaving him with only puddles of blood. From then on, once every two-or-three months, Father would lower another dragon in a similar state into the pit between the regular prey. Tru’nembra listened to what they said before killing them- some had more to say then others, and he did enjoy trying to make out what was being said to him- but each encounter ended the same; the corpse hauled out of the pit. One time the dragonet’s voice turned the head of a bound dragon inside-out.

Each dragon dropped into the pit brought with them more about the world outside the dark. Day in day out, month after month, Tru’nembra read his Grimoire, practiced the methods within, and pulled his chain until it was taught to scratch against the walls. Sometimes voices echoed around the caves and found themselves in the pit, giving the dragonet even more to hear. Father spoke to Tru’nembra in one-sided conversations, gloating about how the world’s current state would differ drastically in the near future- and other delusional rambles. Information poured in and Tru’nembra lapped it up whenever he could. He wanted to see this world that he kept hearing about- this world he kept reading about- and an opportunity presented itself when the floor around his rusted chain turned to flesh from a low croak. There was no time to lose; Tru’nembra tore up the floor where he could, ripping the chain’s bolt from the unnatural muscle. He grabbed the Grimoire in his jaws and scaled the pit’s walls with his claws- and he was up. For the first time the dragonet stood at the top of his pit. Torchlight hurt his eyes but he pressed forwards, barely able to see down lavishly coated caves through a squint. Smells, voices, and sounds he had never experienced so close before assaulted his senses. Not long after he started walking a yell rang out from behind (most likely somebody had found his bloody footprints). Tru’nembra’s ambling turned into a mad dash through every room he found, sprinting by the legs of live dragons, his yelps and barks causing small eldritch anomalies to appear in his wake. Shouts, screams, furious yells, all hammered the dragonet’s skull painfully, all the while the metal of his unbolted chain clanging against the stone behind him like a ribbon in the wind giving his location away unceremoniously. A rushing, crashing noise came from up ahead but his limited vision disguised the point where the floor gave way into a river. Caught in the waters Tru’nembra was carried along the current and out of sight of the cult in pursuit down a network of narrow tunnels. Darkness turned to bright light as the river became a waterfall, dumping him out violently into a serene pond outside of the mountain. Momentum washed him against the muddy bank where he would stay, unconscious, until a day later when somebody found him.

In total, Tru'nembra killed seven dragons before his escape.

Young Dragonet (3-6): Tru’nembra awoke the next evening in a dark room on a soft bed. Autumn, an elderly ex-gladiator Skywing who lived in retirement out in the valleys of the mountains, had found the dragonet unconscious and had taken him home. As to be expected he attacked her the first time she entered the room and so for the next week interactions were done through a door. It started with letting Tru’nembra settle into the dark spare room, gradually working up to Autumn sitting in the open doorframe while he ate meals she’d prepared over several weeks. Autumn worked tirelessly to rehabilitate the tribrid, leaving him books to read, teaching him what different gestures and words meant, and what not to eat when out in the mountains. Once he learned how to write he told Autumn where he had come from to the best of his abilities. She had known about the cult in the caves for many years however never had any solid proof that could get them ran out, nor any immediate desire to get the authorities involved. Still, Autumn refrained from contacting the guard, fearing (and knowing) they would take the tribrid from her given his involvement in everything. Instead she continued to mentor him for the next three years.

Tru’nembra took a near instant liking to the guitar Autumn would play for him sometimes. Naturally she taught him how to play- learning to play the guitar was the first genuine hobby the two shared, as previously the dragonet had preferred to stay in his room while conversing and learning. With his knack for the instrument his mentor affectionately nicknamed him ‘Strum’. Strum far preferred that name.

Both Autumn and Strum discovered that using the guitar as a conduit for his Grimoire’s magic meant that no eldritch anomalies would occur at the same time (which had been a problem previously). Thrilled at this, Strum practiced both his spells and his musical talent at the same time for hours on end. He hadn’t spoken in months when a stranger broke in. Autumn was away to pick up supplies, leaving Strum home alone in the early hours of the morning. Glass shattered and a burly, scarred Skywing began to ransack the house. Strum didn’t know what to do but roar and snarl at the only other dragon he had seen besides Autumn in a whole year. Pulsating eyeballs sprouted from the Skywing’s throat and nostrils, suffocating them while their scales became raw muscle. They collapsed to the floor, dead, and Strum was finally faced with a body that wouldn't be pulled out of view immediately. As if by instinct he devoured the mutated corpse. Once Autumn returned there was very little mess but clear signs something had happened. Strum told her everything; she was understandably horrified for a multitude of reasons but tidied the rest of it up, burying the bones in the back garden. After seeing the look on his mentor’s face, Strum started to realize how wrong these thoughts and actions were, and how dangerous his voice was. He began to hone his Prestidigitation spell in such a way that he could form letters in the air; this way he could write without a quill or ink and wouldn’t have to talk.

Autumn and Strum continued on from the incident with hardly a dent in their bond. Three years since escaping the Cult’s cave, Strum was nearly a completely different dragon. He could read, write, and had a grand fascination with how the things he’d experienced had come to be. His curiosity and questions became things Autumn herself couldn’t provide answers for. She contemplated another form of education for Strum; he had spurs of bloody violence and would become quiet whenever anybody came around the home, however he understood roughly how the societal norms worked. The best place for Strum to learn about the world would have been Jade Mountain Academy.

Adolescent (6-8): Strum’s time at Jade Mountain Academy was (thankfully) quite normal. He arrived with the intent to learn and keep quiet, friends being the last thing on his mind. Certain subjects slipped by him but he found solace in reading. One of his favorite authors was Lovecraft, an old Nightwing horror writer from quite some time ago. At the Academy he unearthed a great fascination in space, too; having had spent his early years underground he adored watching the vastness of the night sky for hours. While he enjoyed his own company he kept both his voice and his book a secret from anybody around him, afraid of doing unintentional harm.
Although friends were not Strum’s goal he unintentionally made a few along the way. Kraken, a boisterous Seawing princess- Mojave, a knowledgeable Sandwing wordsmith- Lostwish, an incredible Nightwing animus- Pineapple, an optimistic Rainwing artist- Dreamkiller, a conflicted Nightwing giant- Falcon, a headstrong Skywing soldier- and Oxalis, a Sandwing Strum fell head-over-heels for. Strum tried to keep his friends safe but on one occasion he, Ox, Kraken, and Falcon were kidnapped by scavengers to be experimented on. There the three learned the power of Strum’s enchanted book and helped eachother escape the underground facility together. After this his secrecy about his book became more lax and, during his second term, word of the artifact reached the Alliance’s ears.

Initially Strum was taken in for questioning by an Alliance member, however when the Grimoire was confiscated for investigation and Strum became visibly distressed (and when his panicked growls caused red flesh vines covered in teeth to sprout out of the floor and around the Alliance dragon’s legs) the book was returned. The tribrid’s anomalous properties and magic book perked enough interest that he was offered a traineeship on the Isle Mezzo. He would have been a fool to not accept it.

Young adult (8-11): Master Vesper, the head of the Order of The Nimbus, took on Strum as her apprentice. Strum himself suspected that this was so he could be kept a close eye on. Having moved to the Isle Mezzo Strum went ahead with moving into the Trainee Dorms of the Castle. Shortly after arriving he received news that the Cult of Oldblood’s sanctuary had been raided by Queen Ibis’ guard and thoroughly exploded. Autumn had, finally, tipped the Kingdom off on the hideout’s whereabouts once Strum was safely elsewhere. This news, while a gigantic relief to him, didn’t change Strum’s method of getting through his training. He kept his head down and followed instructions to the best of his abilities at first. He was hesitant to use his magic (either forms) around Vesper, keeping all of his cards close to his chest. Over time however, the Nimble Master managed to get him to open up about a few things… and then more things. He explained that he had grown up in a prison-like cave but avoided major details, showed what both kinds of magic he possessed could do, wrote about his interests, and performed both music and his astronomy knowledge to his mentor. Feeling more confident in practicing his book’s magic alongside his regular training, Strum found a part-time teacher in Master Sphinx. The Illumination animus aided the tribrid in understanding his magic between the lessons his mentor would teach; Strum worked himself to the bone, working non-stop tirelessly until the end of his year-and-a-half traineeship. Although young he had proven himself. At the Sorting Ceremony the Orb of Unity placed Strum with the Order of Illumination.

As an official Alliance member (though still a rookie) Strum spent his time documenting everything he could about his grimore, his voice, the enchanted items within the Vault, and the world around him. He wrote at great lengths about space and stars, prompting him to be positioned as the Astronomy teacher later on in the year. His head was so buried in work that he hardly noticed the dragons around him and thus stayed introverted and antisocial outside of teaching. The few moments he was outside of work he stayed a cordial, friendly fellow up for helping with anything if he had the time. Strum’s life appeared to have settled for a time- Until R’lyeh happened.

Documentation of R’lyeh can be found everywhere if one looks in the right spot. Eldritch magics forced the world awry and Strum had to coordinate dragons to find what he believed to be parts of a ritual to prevent the madness. He had been deceived by friends and madness approached quicker after the ritual, so Strum led a group of dragons through multiple horrifying planes of existence to aid Lostwish and Sphinx’s barricade against chaos. At the end of the road he and Lostwish performed the correct ritual and shut out Yog-Sothoth from their plane of reality. Yog-Sothoth, the same Unnamed Entity that the Cult of Oldblood worshiped unknowingly- the same Unnamed Entity who had cursed Strum’s voice. With Yog-sothoth shut out permanently so too was the poison on Strum’s voice.

Due to the trauma of the event Strum was left scarred; his body had been fused with a creature called a Shoggoth, and the horrors of R'lyeh tainted him, burdening him with an intense, endless hunger for dragon flesh. For months Strum struggled to stay civil, certain triggers sending him feral at the drop of a hat, however during the hell he had gone through he had met other dragons. Dragons he knew like Mojave, Kraken, Dreamkiller, Lostwish, and Oxalis- and dragons he didn’t know, like Lily, Dugong, Marigold, Moonwave, Moth, Sawfly, Pathfinder, and many others. Going through something so traumatic together created strange bonds between each of The Doomed. Strum no longer had to deal with his problems alone; and no dragon was there for him more than Oxalis.

Present (12-13): Strum stayed fused with the Shoggoth for a year after R’lyeh, trying to cope by himself the only way he knew how; by working relentlessly. His condition proved too much and, for the sake of himself and the University, his profession as the Astronomy professor was revoked. His psychosis put a gigantic strain on the people he knew, including Ox (who he was dating by this point). He and Ox, feeling as though death was around every corner, decided to use the Egg of Eggs to have a clutch once things had become steady again. Alas one child Elande, never hatched, and that same summer their remaining daughter, Queen, died in the Great Fire. Their son, Bootes, survived thankfully. Around the same time as this Master Sphinx contacted the tribrid; she had found a way to reverse the shoggoth-fusion at last. Reversing such a condition via magic reversed ALL of the damage done to the afflicted areas, meaning that Strum’s broken horns grew back. His left eyeball refused to change but it didn’t appear to have any negative effects.

Free of the physical monster, Strum’s mental monsters stayed.
His friendships grew tumultuous and violent, his life had been threatened multiple times by multiple dragons, his own apprentice had accidentally played a part in causing the Great Fire, his friends hated eachother and him, Oxalis left, stress, stress, stress, work, work, work, until it became too much despite his therapist, Vesper, gaving him temporary leave. After being nearly killed by Moonwave, Strum took a break. He vanished for months once released from the hospital, off of the grid, leaving Bootes in the care of Spire and Lily.
Yet now he is making a slow, steady, return.

Though he has been steadily taking it slow, Strum has been making up for lost time by setting about his arcane research. This has included training his apprentice Abyss, who recently graduated into the Alliance.

\\ R E L A T I O N S H I P S //
PARENTS >
   >> Dayreak
>> Cloud

     >>

SIBLINGS >

MATE (if applicable) > --

DRAGONETS (if applicable) >

> Bootes; "I wish I could give you a better childhood beginning, but now I can make a start."

> Queen; "I should have stayed with you. I'm sorry I wasn't there. I'm sorry..."

> Elanda; "Perhaps if I was not cursed you would have taken a breath. I blame myself."

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(Describe any others your OC is connected with here, including friends, enemies, etc.)

\\ INVENTORY //
(Things that your dragon is carrying with them all the time!)

Guitar > A varnished oak guitar given to him as a child by Autumn. [Medium]
Grimoire > An old, thick book bound in lavender leather and gold filigee. The words within it are jumbled and move on the page, full of magic. [Small]
Satchel content > Within Strum's satchel, he keeps on him: Paper stack, an inkwell, a quill, chamomile leaves, brightsting cactus slice [Small]
Item 4 > Description

\\ DRAGON TEARS & LEVELLING RECORDS //

General reputation: -700 in Sky Kingdom for stories about him. +500 on Mezzo for good deeds + r'lyeh help. -150 in Sand for causing a scene.

Level 6 start thanks to JOAT.

Quest: The Cabalistic Coastline [Pre-Event Quest - Major Plotline] Confirmation
Rewards Gained:

+75dt, +25 Sky Kingdom rep

Quest: The Mouth of Babel [Event] Confirmation
Rewards Gained:

+150dt, +270 Ice Kingdom rep

Level Up! Strum Reaches lv 7 (+1 stat)

Quest: First, Second, and Third Aid Confirmation
Rewards Gained: +1 Medicine

Quest: Title and Link (Link to screenshot of your Quest Success Confirmation)
Rewards Gained: (List rewards here, and any notable Quest Completion details)

Quest: Title and Link (Link to screenshot of your Quest Success Confirmation)
Rewards Gained: (List rewards here, and any notable Quest Completion details)

Total Dragon Tears Gained: 225
Inspiration: Death Saving Throw
Levelling Rate: [Major Ban]

Starting Stats: STR [9], DEX [3], CON [10], INT [6], WIS [10], CHA [2], STA [7], FLY [3]
Starting Skills: Survival [5], Tribe Abilities [2], Guitar [4], Knowledge: Arcane [8], Intimidation [4], Medicine [3]

\\ E X T R A //
Strum's selectively mute!

Jack of All Trades (not valid anymore)

MM (Mythos Marigold) is a Nightgaunt Strum has as a pet. It can't speak but can understand Human, Dragon, and R'lyehian.

Strum knows some parts of the R'lyehian language and will sometimes speak in it instead of draconic.

Strum has a kitten called Tort (short for Tortiose) that he found in the Deep Glade. He is scarred with one eye, one eye, and three legs.

MM Stats

Str- below 1

Dex- Below 1 (unless moving through tight spots, in which it becomes an 8)

Con- Below 1

Int- 4

Wis- 7

Cha- 2

Stamina- 4

Fly- 4

Swim- 1

Empathy- 5

\\ C O M M U N I C A T I O N //
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