OG Post date: 4/10/16

Ahhh <3
I had a thing for stripes on the boopersnoot. XP I haven't drawn this bae in awhile~<333 But even still, I love my wyverns, after all this time...


Name: Mortivas
Nicknames: Mory, Moriarty (Ask me why), Tivvy, Tivs
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Element: Poison, or Life+Fire Mixture.
Size: 23' 8"
Weight: Approx. 540 lbs
Wingspan: 60 feet tip-to-tip
Species Type: Wyvern
Personality: Stoic, quiet, solemn. He was born out of death and is considered a sign of death, and as such remains an honest, straightforward, relatively omniscient character. He has great ethics, values, and intentions, always having been a bit lonely and distant from others. When gotten to know better, he is shy, occasionally outgoing, gentle and understanding. He talks more, is extremely patient, although he can get aggressive when challenged in a certain field of thought or exercise.
Biography: When Mortivas was born/hatched, he awoke to a scene of surrounding death--his siblings, two other eggs, had been hatched earlier than he, and had been devoured by other predatory dragons, having left him behind out of pity for his parents and thinking he was a bad egg. His parents had chosen a poor location to build a nest, awhile away from their hoards that supplied them comfort and pleasure, and when they'd returned, found their single pale baby amongst the carcasses of his deceased brother and sister, and immediately took him to their hoards, despite the fact that he was to be incubated by flame for so many hours prior to being moved, another mistake.
Because of this deficiency in heat, Mortivas developed a lack of Breath, or Fire-breathing ability, as well as his scales forever being the light color they were rather than the deep cooked gray of his mother. His body adapted, of course--his eyes and colored scales could adjust color and be manipulated under stress, through great effort, or a great change in mood. Mortivas was named for the words of death and flame, ironically for one of his unusual element, and could camouflage himself from predators with his wings.
Tragedy struck him when he was in his tween years--the awkward transition between adult and adolescence--where his parents were slain and once again devoured by other larger, predatory dragons.
At this point in time, Mortivas had become much larger than his weaker, smaller parents, even at his tween-age, and had finally developed into a reasonably strong beast. Enraged, he sought out the killers of his family, conveniently the very same that had hunted his siblings in his youth. This was the time that he learned how to spit flammable, poisonous venom, and light that essence ablaze--a technique that he utilized to the fullest when taking down his opponents. They burned to a slow, painful death, and Mortivus, having lost all bearings on his emotions, gathered their large hoard and united it all with his own, making sure to leave no scrap of gold behind.
Desensitized with his newfound wealth, Mortivus slept. He set ablaze his very own cavern and mountainside with the venomous, poisonous flame half-asleep, keeping visitors at bay and protecting himself.
After about forty years of sleep, he'd become a full-grown beast, capable of blazing the world around him--but during his slumber, Mortivus had become somber, realizing the destruction he could truly cause, and the injustice of his actions.
Reluctantly, he left his caves for the first time in ages, and flew freely, hoping to experience the world at its purest.
Background Info: Mortivus was a product of my grief--this is why he was made with such a sad story. He is the dragon meant to bow his huge head to others, but not be beaten so easily, because of a deep-bred humility and understanding of others, as well as a great ethical, emotional and logical standing. If there is someone you need to talk to about feeling badly, it'll be Mortivus here for you at the end.

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