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personality

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There is a TL;DR at the bottom in case anyone in the future just wants to get the basics quickly!
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Out of the Nursery

The grains of sand clung to Seersha’s face, clumping in the wet trails of tears and blood. The laughter around him was muffled and soft, as distant as his thoughts through the concussion. Garren’s weight on his shoulders was crushing the air from his lungs as he pulled Seersha’s head back, giving him a blurring and dipping view of the other children of his clan. The whites of their teeth flashed as they jeered. There was no pity there. Seersha turned his gaze to the ridge above, where the adults camped. A couple women were watching with casual interest, but no help came.
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No help would ever come again.
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A harsh tribe for a harsh world. From the moment he was taken from the nursery’s safety and placed into the cruel pecking order struggles of the other children, Seersha was always found too frail, too tiny, and too softhearted. The subject of relentless bullying sanctified by his clan’s dominance hierarchy, this delicate dragon found solace only in the sheltering tent of the tribe’s record keeper or the pens of the kept beasts. As the lowest of the low, even as he hit his teens, there wasn’t an indignity he didn’t suffer or a type of pain he escaped.
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As he grew into his twenties things grew worse rather than better. Malnourished and beaten down, his calling to be tested into graduating from hatchling to adult didn’t arrive. Year after year he watched the others - even those much younger - get called before him for acts of bravery or impressive cruelty. Each time he pieced himself together he became more gnarled and vicious, more like those around him, but it came slowly, unnaturally.
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Then, one night, the time came. His test had arrived.
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The Path

Tethered before him lay the old female canine beast Redmane. Seersha could still remember dragging himself into her kennel at night and after beatings for years as a child. Could still remember the way her fur felt against his face and the warmth of her curled around him. Sometimes the books the record keeper had about other races and tribes talked about a mother’s devotion and love. When they did, Seersha thought of those nights pressed up against the canine’s heartbeat, and thought he could understand.
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“You must be prepared to do anything for the clan,” the leader said, “Redmane is too old to be useful. Slay her.”[break][break]
It was Seersha's moment. The scale between the callouses and scars of his heart and the softness inside it were going to be weighed.

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What choice did he make? Seersha doesn’t talk about that evening.[break][break]

Room to Grow

Regardless of the decision, he could be found a few years later far from the deserts of his birth home, traveling in the company of a troupe of bards. A traumatized soul alongside sympathetic poetics. Like a wilted plant finally getting sunlight, he slowly started to bloom and recover. To learn there was a way other than violence and rage.

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In fact, under their care, he flourished in another way. Seersha was hit with a very late growth spurt. Hard. A growth explosion! His dormant full blooded genes finally kicked in and the troupe was forced to stop and settle into orario as he spent a couple months bedbound and delirious with the rapid changes his body underwent. Gone was the petite manakete, and in his place was an immense and buff powerhouse. Muscles upon muscles. Thighs that could crack a pumpkin without a thought, pecs that could crack a walnut when pushed together… Basically, various things that could crack various other things, as discovered by his troupe bringing in a conga line of things one tipsy night. He was suddenly hitting his head to ceilings when standing up, knocking people across the roads with this tail when he turned, and breaking chairs.
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By this point a few core troupe members had decided to stay in the city permanently, and Seercha followed suit. Uncertain in his new body and new life, currently Seersha is searching for a meaning to his life. Which path to take? His pure soprano voice is gone, his past few years training in vain. Should he continue music? Seek out his old love of books or beasts? Or is it a waste to not take advantage of his new extreme strength and pair it with his childhood experience of violence?
Who knows.
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The TL;DR Summary

TL;DR: petite manakete from a harsh tribe whose children are forced to fight for dominance to establish a pecking order. soft boi who just liked books and animals bullied relentlessly for years in horrific ways until he broke and became a traumatized edgelord like the rest. asked to kill his momma-substitute doggo. did he? it is a mystery. years later traveling with a bard troupe full of good bois and grills who spam the comfort tag in hurt/comfort. treat him like a precious bean and help his mental state. nourished with happy feels. *thomas the tank engine music muffed in the distance, getting louder* What’s this??? BAM. Hit by a growth spurt. BTFO the road to Orario for recovery. now he a big bara boi. Identity crisis. too many choices in life now. thanks, you messed up a traumatized bb perfectly good twink and turned him into a bara. Look at him, he has even more anxiety

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Soothing Song

A spell Seersha worked on for years. It was powerful before his growth explosion, which nerfed it to its current weak state. It's basically a healing spell that refreshes a small amount of energy and soothes minor wounds. To preform it he has to sing a a soothing song. The better and louder he does the more effective, but on the other hand the worse or quieter he does the weaker it is. It effects all those in earshot, yet becomes diluted and weaker the more people it effects. The older the wound is, the less effective it is.

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