LittleDipper

## Physical Appearance

Dark grey, with dark blue markings, Dipper is a large ancient dragon. She typically wears a striped scarf and one of three masks, from most often to least; a zebra mask, a blue starry mask, or a light blue silver rimmed mask, as a sort of sheild.
Her chestscales are a mildly shining dark blue, as well with her markings.

## Personality

**Likes & Dislikes**

**Strengths & Weaknesses**

## Story

### Biography

The lone suspected surviving offspring of the ancients
Bromelia and Royalty, LittleDipper hatched within the hands of the
undead. After the total loss of a clutch at the invasion of the Draak
Academy by a selfish eggsitter, when Pratt and Elainor McGrubben's
wedding came along, Bromelia insisted on bringing their recent entire
clutch of three along to New Trismus. With permission, Bromelia set up a
 temporary nest within Avariatus' cave while he attended the ceremonies.
 Royalty had been stationed to guard the northeast wall, aware of the
blight in the distance, but believing it was too weak to cause an issue.
 He glanced behind him to the ceremony, watching for mere moments,
before turning back to the distance. The blight had begun to grow, a
thick green fog slowly approached the town... and he could've sworn he
saw massive, olive green eyes within the depths...

He
called over another, and then the blight had grown closer. Those olive
eyes now larger, a silhouette of a massive, undead finned beast.

Many died that night, including Bromelia and Royalty, with one of their eggs smashed, and two missing.

A
 month later, one of the stolen eggs hatched to be a female finhead. An
undead sergeant had an idea with this egg once he saw it- his troops
could use some *real* battle training, and to do that, they could
 use a live dragon. He ordered the egg to be kept warm, in hopes to
hatch a training dummy hatchling, then someday a war machine.

 A
 month later, one of the stolen eggs hatched to be a female finhead. She
 was allowed her first steps, then was thrown into the ring with
trainees. With hesitant trainees, only one braved up, and made a strike-
 a perfect, warhammer slam to the top of her head. After that, she was
thrown into an underground prison cell with two other imprisoned
dragons, an adult female and an ancient male, and without her critical
injuries attended to. The adult female  was outraged, widowed and a
bereaved mother herself, she lashed out at the undead through the bars
after she slipped out of shock of the sight. She quickly turned her
attention to the hatchling, doing her best with weak primal magic to
mend her wounds.

Afterwards, they settled in for the
night, and the adult looked up to see the hatchling curled up into a
loaf position, staring up through the skylight bars into the night sky. A
 dragon's shadow zipped by, high overhead. The hatchling had remained
quiet, eyes darting over as the adult slowly approached her, gently
curling around her and extending a wing for warmth. The adult the
introduced herself as Sardiva, and the hatchling remained silent once
more, though acknowledging the name with a slight nod. With such a thin,
 and soft scaled hatchling, Sardiva had figured she was just mere hours
old, so the likelihood of having a name was minuscule...

She
 followed the hatchling's gaze into the nightsky, and focused in on the
constellation she was looking at... the Little Dipper. And with that,
LittleDipper was named, though the ancient male, Koln, thought it was a
stupid name, the hatchling gave a small smile everytime Sardiva said it,
 or when the hatchling herself thought of it. Sardiva then informally
adopted her, healing her injuries after forced battle encounters, and
teaching her the basics of language. Of course, she could only handle
seeing her adopted come back bloody, broken and sobbing for so long.

Eventually,
 Sardiva had enough, gently grabbing LittleDipper in her claws and
escaping their prison by sheer rush when the door had been opened. Koln
had fallen in behind them, but couldn't get off the ground in time, and
was forced back into the cell. Sardiva, upset that she had been forced
to leave him behind, left LittleDipper on an island beach, promising to
return once Koln had been rescued as well. She never returned.
It was mere days before LittleDipper's first death was claimed by a loricatus beetle, and then she woke up on Skalkaar.

## Trivia

Dipper has two sons and a daughter, Andromedae, Douranis, and Galacien.

After she ascended to ancient herself, she began to have occasional flashbacks to her hatchie days in blight hands, her first memory coming to light being the very reason she grew with terrible memory; a pound to the head from a blight's weapon. The older (year wise) she got, the more she remembered.

She actually doesn't have a grudge against blights! She just views them neutrally, though battles them in hopes of validation from her fellow Gifted.