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 Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2008 12:26 pm
1. Introduction
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3. Temeraire's Profile
4. Temeraire's History
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2008 12:27 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2008 12:29 pm
  Name: Temeraire
Name Meaning: Temeraire was named for a British ship by William Lawrence. He is very attached to his name, and anything from his past, no matter how strange it may seem to normal Sandpainters. But as proud of his past as Temeraire is, he is reluctant to talk about it much. Sandpainters have previously called him stupid or mad, and proceeded to threaten him into leaving.
Gender: Male
Type: Custom Sandpainter
Familiar: None
Breeding: 0/5
Mate: None
Offspring: None
Magic: He shows signs of Air and Water magic, but Temeraire has yet to find a magic tome that suits him.
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2008 12:30 pm
Temeraire's Story------------
It all started with the tempest. A storm to rival all storms, one that had been brewing in the Indian Ocean for weeks. And as Temeraire watched from the comforting deck of the dragon carrier HMS Allegiance, he began to grow worried.
"Lawrence, this storm - are you sure the crew is prepared?" he asked a man standing next to him. "Of course my dear - I'll go check now if you like." he replied, the first fat drops of rain starting to fall.
"Thank you." Temeraire said softly, nuzzling his platinum breastplate for comfort.
A few hours later
The sea was raging, forcefully thrashing the ship in a personal vendetta. Temeraire slid to and fro on the deck, his lashings long broken. His weight was only hurting the ship.
"Go! Fly above the storm! We will find you afterwards!" Lawrence shouted, struggling to keep his balance on the deck. Temeraire shrieked in dismay, but he knew that his friend was right. Soaked to the bone with cold rain, he spread his wings to melt into the darkness, his anguished blue eyes the picture of fear. Beating his wings through the storm, he didn't know what direction he was going. Buffeted with wind after wind, gale after gale, and almost struck with lightning, Temeraire finally found some sort of land. Landing in a heap, he crawled under some unfamiliar-smelling trees, and tried to give his aching muscles a rest. A fitful sleep was the only response that met him.
"Lawrence! Granby! Lily, Maximus! Anyone!" Temeraire shouted to the bright sunny sky. The flora and fauna was unfamiliar. No people were to be seen. Temeraire's chest hurt, and not just from the cannonball scar that sometimes bothered him in warm weather. He was alone. Nuzzling his token, Temeraire repeated his captain's, father's and best friend's last words to him. "We will find you!"
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2008 12:39 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2008 12:41 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2008 12:44 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 4:38 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2008 11:47 am
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