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Theia

(#151290)

Level 25 Fae

Familiar

Golden Kitsune

Energy: 0/50

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Length

0.6 m

Wingspan

0.86 m

Weight

0.97 kg

Genetics

Pink
Basic

Purple
Basic

Fire
Basic

Hatchday

Jul 12, 2013
(10 years)

Breed

Adult
Fae

Eye Type

Lightning
Common

Level 25 Fae

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Biography

T H E I A
T h e • E m p a t h e t i c

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It hadn't been a problem when she was younger.

It was sweet, innocent. Always doing her best to help others, to pick them up when they fell down.

It wasn't hard to comfort a crying child, their knee scraped and sniffling as she pulled them close. It wasn't hard to give the boy his ball back after it had gotten stuck in a tree, too high for the Snapper to pull it down himself. It wasn't hard to be the shoulder to learn on, for people to rant to, to turn to for advice and comfort and empathy.

They always told her how kind she was, how doting and caring. Compassionate. "She'll go far," they said, nodding and proud. "She's a good one."

But Theia grew older, and it became harder and harder.

There weren't any quick fixes to the problems in the world. There wasn't a bandage large enough to place on the jagged emotional wounds from abuse and neglect. There weren't enough returned lost balls to fix everything that was wrong in life. But she could try.

She tried her best. She gave them everything she could. She picked them up when they fell down, gave them treasure without a thought of a return. She dragged them along on adventures when they looked lonely, tried to bring joy into their life so devoid of it.

She pushed and wheedled and begged.

"Please don't stay holed up in your room, you get sadder when you do. Come out with me. Let's do something together."

In the end, Theia learned that sometimes it's impossible to make things better. Sometimes, a horse can be brought to water, but it can't be forced to drink. Sometimes, giving her all day after day to someone who sucked and dragged and fell back two paces every time she pulled them forward one wasn't worth it.

Her words became dismissive, her heart heavy.

"I can't help you if you don't want to be helped," she told him, shaking her head and feeling so horribly drawn. When had it gotten so tiring? When had it gone from bringing joy to people to just... this? "You have to at least try to get better."

"What's the point?" he said in that mulish way that was starting to make her want to bash her head against something. "Life isn't worth it. Just look at how horrible everyone is, look at how horrible I am."

"You're not horrible," she said for maybe the hundredth time, feeling like a broken record no longer able to hold a tune. "You're not."

"Yeah? Prove it."

"You're nice," she said, going through the motions even as her mind wandered, wondering if he heard how dull her voice was now. Most likely not. He never saw anything outside of his own troubles. "You always help people when they need help, and you were talking about how much you care about people. That even when they were mean to you, you still want to be there to help them if they need it. That's loyalty, commitment, it's good. People like that."

"That's not being nice, it's politeness," he said, downplaying everything and unable to see anything bright in his life. And Theia closed her eyes and held back a sigh. "You're just saying that to try to make me feel better, but I know I'm a horrible person. Everyone hates me."

Once, Theia would've leapt up indignantly. She would've kept pushing, reaffirming how good he was, how wonderful it was to have him around, that he'd do so many great things, that it wasn't time to give up. But those days had long passed.

"You need help," she told him, thinking of professionals or something. But he'd brushed her off, like every single one of her attempts, and told her that it wouldn't help, there wasn't any use bothering, and couldn't she see that the world was dark and grey and hopeless?

Sometimes, she wanted to tell him he was everything he thought he was. Horrible, selfish, some ungodly thing unworthy of anyone's attention or time. Sometimes she wanted to shake him until he'd snap out of it, for her to stop being so gentle when gentle wasn't doing anything except aggravating her. When gentle hadn't done anything except sap all the strength out of her until she was left an empty husk, parroting words that she no longer felt.

"I love you," he said that night, random and out of the blue. "I don't think I tell you that enough. But I do. You're so wonderful. I don't deserve someone like you."

You don't, she thought, staring at the ceiling, his words washing over her and doing absolutely nothing to her. Nothing more than a twinge of irritation, a roll of her eyes. You did nothing to deserve me.

Theia liked to say that she never ran out of patience. She liked to say that there was no problem too big for her to solve. Theia liked to say that she would never turn her back on someone in need. But everyone has a limit. And Theia reached hers.

"I'm sorry," she told him, bags packed and herding their child out the door. And dear lord, how could she have ever thought she could raise a child with him? "I can't do this anymore. It's not you, it's me."

But it was him. It was him, whining and grousing about his lot in life and never doing anything to fix it. It was him, constantly ruining the mood with his negativity and never able to be happy for anyone, not even himself. It was him, constantly making her feel like she wasn't doing enough, wasn't giving him enough when she'd given him her all and more. It was him, making her realize that sometimes, some people can't be helped if they will do everything in their power to maintain the status quo, even when it was hurting them.

"Good luck," she said, and left.

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"So what happened with that?"

Theia shrugged, swirling the wine glass in hand and squinting at its contents. It was a new vintage, one she hadn't tried before. "Nothing. I left, and that was it."

"And you don't... ?"

She scoffed, a quirk of her brow. "We talk, for Lyneth's sake of course. Cursory greetings, that sort of thing. He still looks like a lost puppy dog, eyes and all. It used to be cute, but now?" Theia rolled her eyes. "What's cute on a puppy isn't cute in a grown dragon."

Over the years, Theia had stopped by Lou's place enough times to know that nothing had changed. He'd moved in with someone new, good for him, but he was still the same dour man she'd met in the first place. Unable to take that first step, unable to do anything except complain about his lot in life.

Her life, on the other hand, had changed by leaps and bounds. She'd grown, studied, become settled in her new role, surrounded by opulence and grandeur fit for a queen. She'd found joy and satisfaction, realized that her happiness could never depend on another's.

Theia still helped people, volunteered at food kitchens and lent them a shoulder to cry on. And yes, she still couldn't leave a dragon in distress, but there was a disconnect now. She did what she could, and if that wasn't enough, she washed her hands of them.

Maybe that was callous of her. But after so many years catering to Lou's every foul mood, forcing herself to be cheerful enough for the both of them, Theia found she didn't care.

Compassion fatigue, a part of her said, but Theia paid it no mind. She had her own life to see to, first and foremost.

"What about you?" she asked, turning to her companion. "Any skeletons in your closet? Scorned lovers you never talk about?"

"Not skeletons, no," he said with a soft chuckle. "But I do have a proposal if you're interested."

"I'm listening."

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S t a t u s
Level 25

C o n f i d a n t
Recher

L o r e
September 4, 2021

P e r s o n a l i t y
Theia's a kind soul that bit off more than she could chew. For a long time, she found meaning in making other people happy and cheering them up. She prided herself on making friends with all those misfits and weirdoes, being the one to bring everyone together and showing them how wonderful things could be. In any other situation, Theia most likely would've thrived as a doctor or a psychologist because that was what she liked doing.

Instead, Theia crashed and burned and with it went her compassion. Theia probably could have recovered if she hadn't put so much of herself into each and every person she helped, if she didn't keep giving them 110% and herself 0%. After so long of doing that, so many years, she's just a shell of who she was. Sure, she still has aspects of her younger self, still cares, but it's disjointed and disproportionate.

She's listened to the same song and dance for too long, the motions are engrained in her. She still tries to help people, but when they start spiraling into a well-worn path or the fix isn't quite so simple, Theia can turn off her feelings and just stop caring about them even while in the middle of comforting them. It's incredibly disconcerting, as if her empathetic façade is just that.

H i s t o r y
Theia came here looking for meaning. Mostly, she came here because she'd done all she could in Lightning and wanted to try doing more elsewhere. She ended up in Shadow by a twist of fate, and for a while, things were well. She was making a real difference and then, she met Lou.

She was drawn in by his sad looking eyes and his sweet disposition. She thought she could change him for the better, or help him at least like all the other dragons she'd helped. He always talked about how hew anted a family, wanted someone to love, and Theia thought she could give him that. She kept him from spiraling too far, made sure to push him whenever he wanted to fall back.

She thought a lot of things that turned out to be false, and in the end, it didn't help and Theia found she regretted it.

Not Lyneth, could never regret having a child, but settling with Lou. Life was too short to be spent catering to someone else. So she left. She stayed in Shadow because where else would she go when all her friends were here. She stayed, and found someone new. Not to love, Theia wasn't even sure if she had enough energy to care to love anyone again, but someone to bounce ideas off of, to plan and scheme in their latest attempt to get rich.

And get rich they did. Millions and millions of treasure, her house became lavish and grand, and Theia right in the middle enjoying a life of luxury.

But Theia's not completely heartless. She always makes sure to donate a small share of her fortune to the less fortunate every now and then.

M i s c e l l a n e o u s
Some say that Lou ruined her. That he ripped out all that was good in her and replaced it with this. Maybe Lou did ruin her, a devouring blackhole that consumed all that she was. Maybe Theia ruined herself, unable to give up and keep ahold of herself among all the people she tried to help. Whatever the case, Lou was certainly the end of her. To outsiders, it certainly looks like Theia ditched him, callously dumped him, and then got rich and never looked back. But no one ever really looks to see how she came to be so indifferent.

Theia's feelings about Lou are incredibly simple. It's pity mixed with scorn, a slight hint of derision, and nothing else. What affection she'd once had or him has been wrung dry. She sees him about once a year whenever Lyneth plans a family get together, sometimes less because some times Theia can't even dredge up enough energy to bother showing up. Even then, Theia spends most of the time locked in a different room from Lou and not caring one bit.

The closest thing Theia has to love is what she has for Lyneth. It should've been love, and Theia certainly cares about Lyneth's happiness. It's just disconnected like everything Theia does nowadays. She seems to think if she throws money at all of Lyneth's worries, that that's enough. It's... honestly not a happy family.

Recher's the only true friend that Theia has. He's a step above friend, but a step below lover. He's her partner in crime, making up crazy schemes that somehow works. He listens to her, and she listens to him, they bounce ideas off of each other and enjoy the fruits of their labor. And if they're both ruthless and cruel in their ambitions? Well, it was bound to happen eventually. Like attracts like, after all.

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