Venom

old bio:

"Alittle knowledge is a dangerous thing. So is a lot"
;- Albert Einstein

Once, there was a dragon named Venom.

He was an odd one, constantly pouring over his cauldron while his brothers poured over books of legendary knights. While they were gallivanting in the swamps and forests, playing hide and contaminate, he was carefully perusing the rich amount of herbs that The Tangled Wood has to offer.

His parents took note of his interest and his skill. Not only did he love concocting his potions, he was good at it. They went to their leader, who, in turn, appointed Venom head chemist.

As time wore on, the kindly old Bogsneak Baldwin took notice of him. He heard of the renown surrounding his most popular brew, the truth serum. He made his way to Venom's clan and asked if the young Spiral would like to apprentice under him. Excitedly, Venom agreed.

Back when he was a child, Venom wasn't bad. He was actually a friendly lad, smiling with joy as he presented his potions to his parents. He would squirm in embarrassment as they complimented him. He would nod seriously when they gave him tips.

But as Baldwin taught him things that he had never known... he began to get a taste for the deadliest of all brews. The one that consumes those who merely hear of its greatness. Power.

Venom saw how Baldwin skirted around the true mixes. The ones that could slay the greatest Emperor with a tiny drop. He noticed that, during his long ramblings, as per Baldwin fashion, he would suddenly stop and shake his head.

He began to test the limits that Baldwin had silently placed. He pushed when the old chemist. dropped a topic, asked when he knew that all he wanted was silence. Finally, the Bogsneak did something about it.

"Enough!" He shouted one day after Venom blatantly asked how to make a deadly poison. "You... you are forbidden to make any dangerous potions! Or ask of them!" The chemist jabbed a claw shaking with anger in his direction. "You hear me?"
Shocked by the seemingly gentle dragon, all Venom could do was nod in shock.
But things change. The memory of a furious Baldwin faded, and Venom gathered the courage to test his limits once more. He was greedy for knowledge; he craved it. It niggled at the edge of his conscience, how undeniably powerless he was without his own cauldron.

So he confronted Baldwin about it. All that it created was an angry and disappointed Baldwin and a master-less Venom.

Without Baldwin's guidance, Venom had nothing. His clan had long since forgotten him, appointing an honest chemist to lead that industry, and it seemed no one wanted a reject apprentice. Venom was just starting to grow sorry for his actions, almost ready to turn tail and apologize to Baldwin.

Finally, after wandering for oh-so-long, Venom came across a dragon named Jack and his mate, Jill. Jill, who was a leader of a great clan which took residence on a big ship], let Venom do what he wanted. The only restriction was that it absolutely had to directly benefit her clan and not harm anyone, not even outside the clan.

Finally, Venom had what he wanted. Free-reign, and, more importantly, power. Anytime anyone asked him for something, he reveled in the knowledge that he had control over what he gave them. He didn't have to give the young dragon a potion that will cure his mother's headache. Instead, he could give him a small vial of deadly toxins...

Fortunately, Venom has never done such a thing. Every time someone ends up with the wrong order, it's an honest mistake.

Of course, as his potions once again became popular, dragons were drawn to him like flies to honey.

One day, he was surprised to discover a Pearlcatcher at his door, begging to be his apprentice. Venom thought about it and an apprentice meant power over another dragon. So he accepted her requests.

And Venom remains on board to this day, living with his apprentice-turned-mate and creating potions to be feared and revered all over Sornieth.

;- Lore by AwkwardAngel