Exalt
Pet Name: Exalt
Owner: nine
Theme / Type: Terror Belragoth
Gender: Male
MisticPal Name: Wick
MisticPal Age: 5220 Days
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 4 / 4
Strength: 2
Defense: 3
Speed: 3
Intellect: 4
Misticpower: 3
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read: None
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[ - A T H E N A E U M - ]
Given Name: Azhdahak ; Age: N/A
[Curious || Stoic || Solemn || Wise || Talkative]
Nickname: Dahak
Epithet: The Book Eater
[Loves: Literature, Knowledge, Debates]
[Dislikes: Uncleanliness, Destruction, Violence]
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I don't particularly enjoy books about war. They taste metallic and cold, accompanied by a particularly strange, viscous texture. Heroism and sacrifice burns the tongue and throat and leaves a particularly strange aftertaste. Though I'm not a particularly picky eater, I've yet to encounter a case where I'm fond of bloodshed. Perhaps it's the pacifist in me speaking, but death, fictional or otherwise, doesn't settle well with me.
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Azhdahak, or Dahak, as he prefers to go by, is quite simply put, a bibliophile's worst nightmare. With the earnest curiosity of a child, he's constantly seeking new knowledge in the form of books.
He devours them. Books. Not in the metaphorical sense, either. He eats the words right off the pages, leaving nothing but a blank tome in its place. Everything he eats, he stores away in his subconscious - easily recalled should he ever need the information.
Legends say that the famed Library of Alexandria was built in his honor, that the books in the library were written records of the wisdom he holds in his mind. This isn't entirely untrue. Yes, the books in the library were written by him. Yes, the library was built for him. But it wasn't to hold his wisdom, no. Dahak was the library. The building was built to protect him and to trap him - to keep him and all he had to offer close. It was meant to be both a paradise and a prison for him.
He didn't really care much, at the time. Humans, their lives ephemeral and short in comparison to his own, provided endless amusement. They possessed a drive far different from his own. While he simply desired to archive all knowledge, humanity strove to discover and create. To a devourer of knowledge, they were like a an endless source of exciting new foods. He wasn't stupid. He knew they wanted to use him. He knew they had ulterior motives, but he never really hated them. You could even say he held a blooming fondness of them.
Long ago, dragons were commonplace. They were beings of power, the sole masters of flame. They took pity upon the small, weak humans and bestowed upon them fire, knowledge, and protection. In return, the humans served the dragons.
Over time, humans grew tired of the rule of dragons. They observed their masters carefully and did something dragons never chose to do - they taught. They watched, they learned, and they passed on their learning over generations. Because dragons didn't age or die unless slain, few bore children. Their interactions between others of their own race were rare enough. So humans watched and waited, and once they felt they were ready, cast off the dragons' protection. It didn't take them long at all to seize power and drive the dragons away.
Humans were afraid of dragons making a comeback by stealing the knowledge they had gained over generations of work. Once upon a time, they recorded knowledge on stone tablets, but soon, someone invented paper. Easily flammable paper. Dragons, whose very bodies are made out of molten flame, would never be able to hold human knowledge in their hands ever again.
Humanity had won the battle. Dragons disappeared from this world.
Azhdahak is one of the last remaining dragons - preferring to take on at least a sub-human appearance to seem less threatening to his captors.
He still wields flame like all his ancestors. When angered, sparks fly from the pores in his skin and the spaces between his scales. He handles books carefully and cannot hold one in his hands for too long, as the natural heat of his body degrades paper and glue rapidly.
Though the famed library of Alexandria has since crumbled to dust and his name lost to legend along with the rest of his race, his quest for knowledge continues.
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Throughout the course of human history, flames represented wisdom. Fire keeps us warm, lights up dark nights, and more than anything, fire destroys. Wisdom, like fire, has the capacity to cause widespread destruction. It has no mind of its own, so whether it illuminates or destroys is completely up to the one who holds it.
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