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Date Posted: 08:58:59 12/23/02 Mon
Name: Terot(((Tare-oh)))
Age: 199
Breed: Draconis Sapian/Sian Peralisk
Power wanted: Mind reading/future reading
How the power relates to your breed: Draconis Sapians are known for their psychic powers, they take on human form as "gypsys" or sometimes "magicions." Sians are very inteligent creatures that are often mysterious, they can easily guess how an enemy or friend will react to a given task.
How the power relates to past experiences: When I was born, my mother taught me her human practice of Terot. She taught me how to read stars, and Terot, and even palms, down to the bare bones of psyche. I read my father's Terot fortune when I was very young, before he had time to fight my mother's wishes and give me a name. I found he would die, very soon. The next day, he was murdered by my foster father, another Draconis Sapian like my mother. Draconis Sapians, you see, don't believe in names, and nor do I. The only reson I posses this useless thing, the calling Terot, is because there are far too many dragons that find you a demon or non-exsistant if you do not. I learned that when I began to interact with other hatchlings. They shunned me because I forbade any calling, and did not posses my own. She looks down. Yet, when I grew older I found the only world I could live in was the nest if I did not heed to that requirement. So, I looked back and remembered my mother teaching me the only thing I truly understood, the future. I remembered, my favorite was "Terot" and used the word as my name. Then I began hearing the voices of the other hatchlings, even when they emited no sound. Their endless curses, and threats to my family, their hatred toward my family and kin... She looks up, orbs blazing with violet flame. ...The things they were to cowardly to say to my face. No matter where I went, the insults were always there, the jeering maws and laughing eyes. I was hated, it was too late by that time to change. It drove me to the brink of instanity and I found myself fleeing the land forever. Where I went, not many dragons were, giving me ample time to develop my mind and body. I meditated constantly, watched the stars, played the cards, lissened intently, waiting and watching for that moment when I would know what was wished of me. And then I saw in a dream vision a golden dragoness, fading into the background and a young male steping up to take our place. His ribs pircing through the skin and tears of defeat in his eyes. A famine, a prince, a purpose. I understod what the fates were telling me, "you have a drake to serve and mouths to feed." I was Destand to arive here, destand to help and serve the one deemed Tarquin.
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