My characters:
(When I’m done, this should include Tumbleweed, Shadowhunter, Topaz, and maybe some other tribe loyalist dude)
Name: Tumbleweed
Gender: Male
Tribe: SandWing (I mean he never met his father so in theory he could be a hybrid but he looks and acts pure SandWing)
Age: 9
Abilities: All normal sand abilities (although is fire is slightly weaker than normal), as well as animus powers that he frankly has no idea exist
Appearance: Tumbleweed looks like your average SandWing as far as form. He’s average height for his age and tribe, but as a SandWing he’s taller than most other dragons. He’s pretty muscular, too. His scales are a light sandy color, paler than most SandWings, where he’d blend in on a light tan beach. He has black stripes up and down his legs, down his sides, and along his sides. He’s got two onyx earrings that look like thick bands in his left ear. Around his neck hangs a black pouch, like on
this dragon (not my image). He’s got two bracelets; ones a black chain bracelet on his upper right forearm, and the other’s a talonmade band made of leather on his left wrist.
Personality: Tumbleweed is quiet by SandWing standards, but most dragons would find him average chatty levels. He’s sarcastic and very clever and intelligent. He often plans out ways to take someone down when he meets them, a trait he got from his mother, a true-born dragon hailing from the Scorpion Den. Not that he
would kill you; he’s actually pretty nice, but old habits die hard. Trust is hard-earned with him, but he’s very loyal to those he’s close to, and maybe a little overprotective. He’s very protective of Shadowhunter and his gang as a whole. Despite his intelligence, he’s only partially literate, so he hasn’t read many scrolls; if he could, he’d probably be more of a nerd.
Personality Type: ENFP
Occupation/Position: Mercenary for hire. He used to be in training to be a soldier (in case a war should ever arise), but now he just works for money. He doesn’t like assassination jobs, even if he is well trained in the art.
Bio: Tumbleweed never really knew his father; his mother didn’t speak of him. She said he betrayed her, but Tumbleweed had the uncanny feeling that this wasn’t the whole story. His mother trained him to defend himself at a young age so that the same couldn’t happen to him.
Early on, Tumbleweed wasn’t really dependent on his mother anymore, so he fell into one of the roaming groups of dragonets that roved around the village, and they often went on little “campaigns” together. They also enjoyed sparring with each other and honing each other’s skills. Eventually, the pack leader, Peyote, left to become a guard for Oasis, and Tumbleweed took up the mantle. Unlike Peyote, he was more cunning and less ferocious and brash.
One day, a little NightWing slightly younger than him stopped by the little town, mostly just to take it in and record it on a scroll of hers. Many residents were shocked that a NightWing would come, but they didn’t really treat her that much differently than any other traveler. She soon encountered the dragonet pack, which was led by a six-year-old Tumbleweed at the time, and he offered to give her a tour of the town. After a week or two, they’d become close friends, but she left to find another destination to record. However, she returned a couple months later, and she’s fallen into that pattern ever since. She and Tumbleweed always meet to catch up on past going-ones with each other.
Tumbleweed took a brief training to be a soldier, but he decided he wanted none of that and returned to his gang. The army life just wasn’t for him. Supposedly, some traumatic event happened when Shadowhunter was over one time, but he doesn’t talk about it, because apparently Shadowhunter is very distraught about something that happened.
Other: - Close friends with Shadowhunter, who also made his leather band for him.
- Lives in a SandWing village off the edge of the Great Five-Tail River, across from a similar SkyWing village that’s accessible by a bridge.
- “Do not touch my precious Shadowhunter if you ever wish to see the light of day again”
- Demisexual
- Neutral Good
- Looks like a cinnamon roll, is actually a cinnamon roll
He looks kind of like this (not my image)
Name: Shadowhunter
Gender: Female
Tribe: NightWing
Age: 8 1/2
Abilities: Fire. And teeth and claws. Has those pretty teardrop scales, but so far has not shown any signs of powers. Probably just born on a cloudy night.
Appearance: Shadowhunter’s scales are as black as midnight and slightly iridescent, appearing almost cobalt in the pale moonlight. She also has silver-white teardrop scales behind her eyes, as well as horns, spikes, and star scales of the same shiny color. Wears a tiny chain choker the same color as her teardrop scales. Always has a scroll case slung across her back, with a side pocket for ink, cool rocks, and spare junk she finds. Often, her claws will be stained a deep black, blue, or red from all her ink, most commonly blue. She almost always looks like she has IceWing blood on her talons, and sometimes, just for a moment, she thinks it’s real.
Personality: Shadowhunter is pretty nice and laid back when you first meet her, although she has a sense of humor that often leans on the sarcastic side. For those who know her well, she becomes more quirky and energetic. She has some trust issues, but is slightly more on the extroverted side. Likes to explore and isn’t afraid to get her claws dirty.
Personality Type: ENFP-T
Occupation/Position: Explorer, writes scrolls as a hobby
Bio: Shadowhunter’s parents were very conflicting at times. Her father was fiercely loyal to the NightWings, while her mother was more loyal to friends and family. When she was expecting a clutch of eggs, she knew the tribe would take advantage of her large clutch, so she fled the island and settled in the snowy area between the Ice and Sand kingdoms. Her clutch of three was laid and hatched their under her watchful gaze. The eldest (who hatched first) was Battlecry (male), the middle was Shadowhunter, and the youngest was Starstreak (female).
They were raised in a tiny cave in the snowy region, and while their mother took them out for brief stints to teach them important skills, for the most part they weren’t allowed outside. They soon discovered why. When they were all three, their mother had been out on a hunting trip and hadn’t come back for a few days. They went out to search for her, and found her bloodied corpse not too far from their hidden abode. The blue blood on her claws confirmed her assailants had been IceWings. However, instead of exacting revenge, the dragonets ran away from the frozen kingdom.
They stuck together for a while after that. Sometimes, they’d split up for brief exploration routes, and it was on one of these lone adventures that she encountered Tumbleweed and his village. They became good friends, but after a couple weeks she left to regroup with her siblings. They agreed to make that a regular destination, since the village was fairly NightWing-friendly.
When they were seven, Battlecry fell for a SeaWing named Dolphin. Something happened that Shadowhunter won’t speak of, and now her brother is gone - hopefully not dead, but she has no idea. He, Dolphin, and a certain IceWing assassin all vanished that night. Apparently Tumbleweed and some SkyWing were involved, on opposite ends of the spectrum - one trying to help, the other trying to kill. Soon afterwards, Starstreak struck out on her own, so Shadowhunter decided to explore even more now that she didn’t have to stick with her siblings.
She’s fallen into certain routes that she repeats every couple of months, and Tumbleweed’s village is a common destination. When there, she likes to catch up on everything that’s occured while she was gone. She also keeps a sharp eye on the news board for any sightings of a young male NightWing, but so far, she’s seen no proof that her brother is, in fact, alive.
However, recently she encountered a SeaWing near the Diamond Spray Delta, who, to her surprise, was Dolphin. From there, she found her brother, who was in fact alive and well. After a reunion, he said he wanted to remain in his current underground hideout, but that Shadow should visit from time to time. She has adjusted her travel routes accordingly.
Other: - Very close to her siblings
- Willing to die for a good friend or noble cause
- HATES IceWings with a burning passion
- Dislikes SkyWings and SeaWings, but will be friendly and give a chance to strangers
- Straight
- Chaotic good
- Looks like she could kill you, is actually a cinnamon roll
Kind of looks like
this, by xTheDragonRebornx, not my image (description is more accurate)
Name: Topaz
Gender: Female
Tribe: 3/4 SkyWing, 1/4 RainWing (identifies as SkyWing)
Age: 11
Abilities: Extra powerful fire, extra powerful flight. And teeth and claws. So yeah. A dragon.
Appearance: Dull reds and oranges all over, save for her spikes, which are strangely black. Topaz is large for her age, tall, long, and muscular. Her neck and tail areas are particularly long and flexible. Has little “freckles” of off-color all over. Her blue-green eyes are like a firescale’s, but more green and less freakish glow. Pretty, as far as dragons go.
Personality: Topaz is fairly blunt and straightforward when it comes to a conversation. If she has a point, she’ll cut straight to it. She knows her tasks and responsibilities well, and will follow through with her plans to the bitter end. May have a bit of a hubris, and is definitely too stubborn for her own good. Doesn’t like other dragons. Tries not to have any major attatchements, as she knows it’s a cruel, cruel world, and everything she loves will surely die - and quite possibly because she killed it.
Personality Type: ISTJ-A
Occupation/Position: Assassin for hire
Bio: Topaz was born as part of a breeding program, only knowing her mother. Her mother hadn’t known that the father was half RainWing, nor had anyone else before he’d run away, so they were all shocked and confused when Topaz came out looking how she did. Her mother thought it was a curse from the gods, or a bad omen, due to her strange spikes, so she threw her off a cliff, as one would do with an animus or firescales.
Unintentionally, Topaz survived and fell into a river. She drifted for a long time, half-dead, before a SkyWing exile found her washed ashore. He raised her back to health, but after that, claimed she owed him her life. He was a leader of assassins, and taught her to be one. He raised her as his own daughter and gave her the most expensive training, and only later told her that she’d have to pay him back, hopefully with the funds of clients needing someone killed.
Despite her sort of alienation, her “adoptive father” eventually allowed her to rejoin SkyWing society if she wanted to, as long as she always reported back to and was loyal to him. Topaz gladly accepted the offer. No one recognized her as the dragonet from seven years ago that everyone had been morally okay with her dying. She fit right in, and while she was often a bit more distant and disappeared most nights, she eventually found a kind of “friend group” and fit in nicely.
A few months into her newfound life, she met a SkyWing named Grackle, whom she had a bit of affection for. They started dating, and he turned out to be one of the few dragons she genuinely cared for. However, her “father” began to think that Grackle was slowly changing her alliance away from him, so he made a fake assassination request from a fake client that told her to kill Grackle, to test her loyalty. The next night, Grackle was dead, and Topaz had vanished.
Topaz never returned to her adoptive father, instead striking out as a freelance assassin; she’d already paid him everything back, anyway. She had been an excellent assassin, as she is today, so she accumulated money quickly. After killing Grackle, she never was quite the same; she became a lot more stubborn, cold, and merciless. She doesn’t think about people she’s killed, but Grackle is common nightmare fuel. As much as she regrets killing him, she knows it was him or her. As she told herself, it was worth it, if she saved herself in the end.
... right?
Other: - Not a picky killer
- Doesn’t care if someone gets in her way, she’ll just dispose of them and move on
- Knows how to hide a body
- Is actually a great artist and singer, but why waste your time on such trivial things?
- Hetero-romantic asexual
- Chaotic neutral or chaotic evil (or neutral evil if you’d rather do that)
- Looks like she could kill you,
could actually kill you will kill you in your sleep
Not my image
