C o r r u p t i o n

"You show promise, despite being human. If you continue to appease me, I may let you serve me."

Call me either Marie, Robin, or Grima. I’m in my late teenaged years, and I dedicate most of it into my passion; Astronomy.

I’m very, very rarely on Chatlands, but when I’m actually active, I can be found easy to socialize with. Become my ally, and I will protect you.

“I am the wings of despair. I am the breath of ruin. I am the fell dragon, Grima!”

Reed had taken leadership really seriously, in spite of him not actually having the role privilege to do so. Apollyon had encouraged Henry to allow him to take temporary dominance, while they hunted for the clan.

Henry was the almighty leader, and served with a harsh, magical fist. He was small, but he was mighty, the power of the plague, and the light on his side. A challenge to any foe.

Being the type to refuse to bow to anyone, in spite of his gentle nature, Reed simply didn't pay any attention. He was respectful, sure, but he just didn't feel obliged to absolutely "submit."

Henry immediately went to aggression, trying to scare the dragon away from his role. However, he went too far on Reed; nearly killing him in the process of the "scare." That's how he got his many scars.

After taking the said beating, Reed had gone dormant. He refused to speak with anyone, but his beloved friend, Ephraim. Ephraim was the local "banker," adorned in vibrant colours. Ever since that very day, Reed remained timid. He still took his responsiblity, but never went beyond such. His silence is merely a way of coping; to think of why he deserved the experience in the first place.

Reed