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Dvalinn #5794

MrsEvelyn #191

Level

EXP (Tracker) ⇨

Gold

Passage

War

Neutral

Peace

Neutral

Knowledge

Neutral

Power

Neutral

Achievements

Turtle Hop

Titles

No Titles

Character Details

Name: Dvalinn

Nickname(s): N/A

Health Status: Healthy

Gender: Female

Age: Unknown

Height: 160cm

Weight: 700lbs

Build: Standard

Coat: Standard

Genotype: ss/cr/Br/bk/Sa/Td/Hl/Rr/Mk/Pt/Ac/Sk/Fro

Phenotype: Frost Brown with Saddle, Tipped, Highlight, (Chocolate) Roan, Mask, Points, Accents, Skew

Horns: Winding (Small) (c)

Physical Mutations: Beard, Bobtail, Claws, Curled Tail, Fangs, Feathered, Flopped Ears, Long Tail, Mohawk, Silken Cheeks, Silken Rump

Mutations: Albino

Slots: 3 Used / 6 Available

Design Credits

Sovereignty-birbdoge

Personality

An ancient, wandering spirit of unknown origin. Due to his name, many use 'he/him' but technically Dvalinn has no gender. He travels around the worlds collecting rare and mysterious items for his collection. For the right trade, he may be willing to part with an item. Dvalinn is quiet, soft-spoken, and kind-hearted. There is no violence within him, but tread cautiously. Dvalinn's magical powers are unknown, and he has no problem defending himself against bandits.

History

Unknown to all, a secret purely kept to himself for fear of it damaging the minds of his parents. Dvalinn was Bakari and Lorelei's first born pup, but he was small... frail, and weak. He did not make it, sadly. Giving him a wonderful burial, they prayed to the gods to keep him safe. Aurvandill, the shepherd of souls, heard their plea and wrapped his tail around the small pup to carry him into the skies. His story didn't end there; however, as Aurvandill had chosen to do something he had always sworn off. Moved by his parents, the turmoil they had gone through, Aurvandill graced Dvalinn with another life. His soul returned to his body, years later, and as he came too, he found himself almost one with the nature around him. Plants clung to his fur, grew from him, and he boasted a very nice pair of antlers. It was his choice whether to reveal himself to his parents, but he settled for simply just keeping an eye on them instead, as they seemed to have moved on and he didn't want to stir up old pains.

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