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\\ G E N E R A L //
Name > Corpse
Nickname(s) >

Tribe > Hivewing Mudwing hybrid

Occupation/Affiliation > Orphan/ Babey/ Thief

Mentor/Apprentice (if applicable) > N/A
Talon/Order (if applicable) > N/A

Appearance > A small little hybrid, Corpse certainly exhibits more Hivewing traits then Mudwing. Her head resembles that of a Mudwing more than a Hivewing, save for the spikes and horns, the latter of which point forwards like a pair of scythes. Around her mouth think, noticeable scales brush the lips while thick, black scales emphasize her jawline. Strangely her eyes are bulbous and white, and incredibly reflective, however she is by no means blind. These freakish eyes resemble those controlled by the Breath of Evil hivemind, however for Corpse this isn't the case, as she is completely sound of mind. Along her back are long, sparse spines- flexible and harmless, yet could still deliver a prick if nudged wrong. Her legs may be thin but the scales on them are thick, smooth and sturdy. Her four wings, two larger and two smaller, have a thin, classic Hivewing membrane on the inside, if not a little thicker and with a gradient across each one. Her tail grows thinner and has a wicked arsenal of those same simple spines.

Almost all the time when out and about, Corpse wears a very real Mudwing skull. This isn't so much as to hide her face but instead to keep it with her at all times, given that it is easier to wear then to hold while trying to jump from place to place. The only times she doesn't wear this skull is while she is resting or at ease, in which it's sure to be close by. On the inside of the skull's cranium is an engraving bore into each work of Timeless, a family business of taxidermy. Should push come to shove, via mindreaders or simply tracing back, Corpse would be able to prove her family ties to the skeleton and will that technically left it in her family's possession. The engraving itself is that of a vertical needle with thread out it's top forming a circle encasing it.

Scars > n/a

Age > 6 years

Sex > female
Gender > female
   Pronouns > she/her
Sexuality > not a clue she babey

\\ A B I L I T I E S //

POWERS > From Mudwing heritage Corpse has the ability to hold her breath for up to an hour. As a sort of combination of her tribes she has an unusual Smoke Bomb Breath. With this, Corpse can either exhale a large quantity of grey, smoke-like thick gas which spreads up to 50ft in diameter. Similarly, she can shoot a ball of smoke-gas that, upon impact, spreads outwards 50ft in diameter. The smoke-gas is harmless to inhale, slightly irritates one's eyes (nothing serious), smells of smoke, and lingers in the area thick for up to 10 minutes if undisturbed. It is fairly easy to disperse with a thorough flap of a wing. Corpse has no venom and no actual fire.

Education/Training > Corpse no training nor education that stuck with her. She knows only the basics to survive.

SKILLS >

LEVEL: 1
TIER: 1
Strength > 3
Agility/Dexterity > 8
Defense/Constitution > 6
Intelligence/Book Smarts > 2
Wisdom/Observation > 8
Charisma > 2
Stamina > 5
Flying > 1

Survival > [4]
Tribe Abilities > [6]

Skill 1 > Climbing [3]
Skill 2 > mimicry [2]
Skill 3 > [X]

Skill 4 > [X]

\\ P E R S O N A L I T Y //
(Write 2-3 sentences about each trait and how your character expresses it. You may add extra secrets/fears/dreams if you wish, but you must list at least one of each).

POSITIVE:

Trait1 > Receptive. Corpse tends to notice things happening and remembers what's happened- Not why it happens though.

Trait2 > Enthusiastic. Corpse loves to try things! She doesn't always get it right, but enjoys the act of trying.

Trait3 > Simple. Corpse takes enjoyment in the little things. She has no big goals and finds happiness in most mundane tasks.

NEUTRAL:

Trait1 > Mimic. Corpse tries to learn things by copying what others do (animal or dragon). It doesn't sink in though.

Trait2 > Ignorant. Corpse doesn't know how a lot of things work, like the law for example. She has a sense of wrong and right.

Trait3 > Creepy. Corpse is unsettling. Her eyes, the skull, her quickness, her fascination with death, her vocabulary- it's odd.

NEGATIVE:

Trait1 > Sneaky. Corpse sees wrong in stealing, but that doesn't stop her from doing it. She is quite the rascal.

Trait2 > Distrusting. Corpse hasn't met many dragons, and has never come to trust one, but hasn't been given the chance to.

Trait3 > Corpse doesn't read social ques very well. If somebody's upset she'll stand by and watch most times.

LIKES >> Her mum, climbing, running, dead things, picking apart bodies, flowers, copying others

DISLIKES >> Dragons, loud noises, crowded places, being alone, being without mum, her dad, being trapped

SECRETS:

> Corpse tends to be quite secretive about herself as a whole, but merely because she doesn't actually know people

FEARS:

> That she'll be trapped or sent away again. Or loose her mum.

WISHES/DREAMS:

> To be able to tell mum how much she loves her, and get a reply.

\\ H I S T O R Y //

Baby Dragonet > Corpse was the last child of Mold, her Mudwing mother, and Botfly, her Hivewing father. The two were esteemed taxidermists on Pantala and, for a time, had a loving relationship, running a fairly renowned business under the name of Timeless in the Hive Kingdom. They held two clutches of offspring in their early years, lived to watch them grow and make something of themselves, but in later life things grew rocky. Mold adored her craft yet Botfly grew to resent it, and struggled to understand his love's obsession with the macabre artform. In hopes to live out their youths again they tried for one more clutch, however had only one egg this time. There were complications. Mold grew sickly and didn't live to see her last child hatch. Written in her will she pleaded that, instead of being buried or cremated, her body become pieces of her craft for her family. Begrudgingly, reluctantly, detesting the action, Botfly obliged and via necessary legal procedures turned his love's corpse into a standing skeleton, and never picked up those tools again.

Fittingly, when the last egg did hatch, Botfly settled on a fitting name, but resentment grew and festered. If they hadn't tried for another clutch, Mold would live for years onwards, surely.

For her first year of life all Corpse ever heard was how great her mother was and how she was responsible for their death. Her father's downward spiral caused him to neglect Corpse, to belittle her, to shun and hate looking at her. He was convinced that her lifeless eyes were a mockery from a force above, spitting in his face even after he had obliged his late love's wishes. Corpse heard this nearly every day, either from behind closed doors, through paper walls, or to her face after her father came home from a long day at the docks loading shipments. It was cruel but she knew no better.

The following two years, Botfly sheltered Corpse from the outside, ashamed of his own annoyance with her. Ashamed of himself. Corpse, not wanting to disappoint, obeyed her father, never speaking back, never stepping out of line, never breaking a rule. It wasn't ever enough- she could never win the love from her father she wished for, and so with nowhere in their home to turn, when Botfly was out for work, Corpse spent her days at the foot of Mold's skeleton. Day in, day out. Always the same.

The juggle between school and home wasn't easy either. Corpse struggled to learn what was being taught, found interacting with other dragons difficult, and always overheard her eyes being talked about. She'd go home having had learned nothing and be met with ridicule from Botfly. He only enrolled her into education out of necessity and cursed at the 'waste of money' it was. One day he took her out of school and that was that, only 4 months before he took her out of his life entirely.

Botfly had thought that one big change would save his marriage, and soon he thought another big change would save himself. Having had enough with the skeleton in his hallway and the pest of a daughter, unable to stand the reminders Mold had pushed upon him, he took the bones and the dragonet out one ferocious downpour just past midnight. Heading to his empty workplace before dawn, stashing his daughter and the skeleton in the ropelocker onboard a ship heading to the Pyrrhia, Botfly spared only a few words to Corpse before the place became bustling.
"Hide. Don't make a sound."

The ship set sail, Botfly standing on the docks loading another vessel with cargo, hoping that he was now free of his burdens and resentment.

Dragonet >

A stowaway unintentionally, Copse made silent conversation with the skeleton in the closet. She knew it was her mother by how often her father spoke to it, addressing it as such. Her home had been so full of dead critters frozen still, so there wasn't much difference with those and a dragon skeleton to her. The first day started alright, although hunger and thirst had made Corpse feel strange. The motion of the boat on the ocean didn't help at all, and quickly the cramped nature of the ropelocker made her feel trapped. Voices and footsteps overhead spiraled her nerves and, for that day alone in the unknown, Corpse held tightly to her mother's skull, daring not let it go.

Sleeping through a rocky, restless night Corpse woke to find that the seasickness had stopped along with the boat. Murmurs from above the ropelocker's trapdoor caught her ear- something about 'hiding', and 'dead', and 'emergency stop'. She clicked that, some time recently, somebody must have had opened the door to a pretty troubling sight, and the boat was stopped somewhere. What Corpse was mainly concerned about now was getting off this boat, out of this small area, and away from the voices. She couldn't bring her mum though- at least, not all of her.

When the trapdoor opened Corpse leapt out, clattering bones out of her arms at the few dragons crowding the door, holding her mother's skull tightly, fleeing from the boat and away from the shore. This wasn't the docks her father worked at. Lost and scared, Corpse ran into the streets of an unfamiliar town full of unfamiliar dragons, and hid in an unfamiliar alley out the back of an unfamiliar foodstop. She laid low, hiding, scrounging up what little scraps she could find.

It was the same gig for a year. This strange place had so much to see, so much to do, but with no trust in anybody around Corpse found herself with curiosity but no drive. She copied so much in private, trying to learn but lacking any understanding of what she was actually doing or how to take it in. This was nothing like her home- here, she could do anything; but how?

She developed into her Smoke Bomb Breath, perfect for making escapes, and stuck by the small life experience she had to merely survive on her own; one of the few things she knew how to do was hide. Apparently, it's all she believes she's actually good at. Hiding, and not making a sound.

These days Corpse skulks around Mezzo Town, grasping what she can, curiously copying who she sees at times. She takes her mother everywhere and remains distrusting of dragons- she's never grown to know anybody, assuming they're all like her father, and by staying hidden she gets to stay where she is.

\\ R E L A T I O N S H I P S //
PARENTS >
   >> Botfly: Corpse doesn't hate Botfly, instead opting not to give him any thought. He isn't worth it.
>> Mold: From what Corpse has heard, she's longs to meet Mold, and dearly loves what remains.

SIBLINGS >

Corpse has a lot of siblings but she has never met any of them (aside from the occasional visit, but she doesn't remember them).

Clutch 1

Bone (F)

Marrow (F)

Pelt (M) (Bigwings)

Tooth (F)

Clutch 2

Fungi (M)

Fang (F) (Bigwings)

Femur (M)

MATE (if applicable) >

DRAGONETS (if applicable) >

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\\ INVENTORY //
(Things that your dragon is carrying with them all the time!)

Mother's Skull > Description [Medium]
Item 2 > Description
Item 3 > Description
Item 4 > Description

\\ E X T R A //
(Anything else such as voice canons, scent, link to RP tracker, etc. may go here!)

Abnormal Aspect ban- white, bulbous eyes (no pupil, no iris)

A big thank-you to my friend Diamond-Catt for sketching the base of the Mudwing skull!

\\ DRAGON TEARS & LEVELLING RECORDS //
Quest: Title and Link (Link to screenshot of your Quest Success Confirmation)
Rewards Gained: (List rewards here, and any notable Quest Completion details)

Quest: Title and Link (Link to screenshot of your Quest Success Confirmation)
Rewards Gained: (List rewards here, and any notable Quest Completion details)

Total Dragon Tears Gained: 0
Inspiration: (none; link screenshot if you have one)
Levelling Rate: [Nonban]

Starting Stats: STR [3], DEX [6], CON [3], INT [2], WIS [6], CHA [2], STA [3], FLY [0]
Starting Skills: Survival [2], Tribe Abilities [3], Skill1 [3], Skill2 [2], Skill3 [X]

\\ C O M M U N I C A T I O N //
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Description
\\ G E N E R A L //
Name > Corpse
Nickname(s) >

Tribe > Hivewing Mudwing hybrid

Occupation/Affiliation > Orphan/ Babey/ Thief

Mentor/Apprentice (if applicable) > N/A
Talon/Order (if applicable) > N/A

Appearance > A small little hybrid, Corpse certainly exhibits more Hivewing traits then Mudwing. Her head resembles that of a Mudwing more than a Hivewing, save for the spikes and horns, the latter of which point forwards like a pair of scythes. Around her mouth think, noticeable scales brush the lips while thick, black scales emphasize her jawline. Strangely her eyes are bulbous and white, and incredibly reflective, however she is by no means blind. These freakish eyes resemble those controlled by the Breath of Evil hivemind, however for Corpse this isn't the case, as she is completely sound of mind. Along her back are long, sparse spines- flexible and harmless, yet could still deliver a prick if nudged wrong. Her legs may be thin but the scales on them are thick, smooth and sturdy. Her four wings, two larger and two smaller, have a thin, classic Hivewing membrane on the inside, if not a little thicker and with a gradient across each one. Her tail grows thinner and has a wicked arsenal of those same simple spines.

Almost all the time when out and about, Corpse wears a very real Mudwing skull. This isn't so much as to hide her face but instead to keep it with her at all times, given that it is easier to wear then to hold while trying to jump from place to place. The only times she doesn't wear this skull is while she is resting or at ease, in which it's sure to be close by. On the inside of the skull's cranium is an engraving bore into each work of Timeless, a family business of taxidermy. Should push come to shove, via mindreaders or simply tracing back, Corpse would be able to prove her family ties to the skeleton and will that technically left it in her family's possession. The engraving itself is that of a vertical needle with thread out it's top forming a circle encasing it.

Scars > n/a

Age > 6 years

Sex > female
Gender > female
   Pronouns > she/her
Sexuality > not a clue she babey

\\ A B I L I T I E S //

POWERS > From Mudwing heritage Corpse has the ability to hold her breath for up to an hour. As a sort of combination of her tribes she has an unusual Smoke Bomb Breath. With this, Corpse can either exhale a large quantity of grey, smoke-like thick gas which spreads up to 50ft in diameter. Similarly, she can shoot a ball of smoke-gas that, upon impact, spreads outwards 50ft in diameter. The smoke-gas is harmless to inhale, slightly irritates one's eyes (nothing serious), smells of smoke, and lingers in the area thick for up to 10 minutes if undisturbed. It is fairly easy to disperse with a thorough flap of a wing. Corpse has no venom and no actual fire.

Education/Training > Corpse no training nor education that stuck with her. She knows only the basics to survive.

SKILLS >

LEVEL: 1
TIER: 1
Strength > 3
Agility/Dexterity > 8
Defense/Constitution > 6
Intelligence/Book Smarts > 2
Wisdom/Observation > 8
Charisma > 2
Stamina > 5
Flying > 1

Survival > [4]
Tribe Abilities > [6]

Skill 1 > Climbing [3]
Skill 2 > mimicry [2]
Skill 3 > [X]

Skill 4 > [X]

\\ P E R S O N A L I T Y //
(Write 2-3 sentences about each trait and how your character expresses it. You may add extra secrets/fears/dreams if you wish, but you must list at least one of each).

POSITIVE:

Trait1 > Receptive. Corpse tends to notice things happening and remembers what's happened- Not why it happens though.

Trait2 > Enthusiastic. Corpse loves to try things! She doesn't always get it right, but enjoys the act of trying.

Trait3 > Simple. Corpse takes enjoyment in the little things. She has no big goals and finds happiness in most mundane tasks.

NEUTRAL:

Trait1 > Mimic. Corpse tries to learn things by copying what others do (animal or dragon). It doesn't sink in though.

Trait2 > Ignorant. Corpse doesn't know how a lot of things work, like the law for example. She has a sense of wrong and right.

Trait3 > Creepy. Corpse is unsettling. Her eyes, the skull, her quickness, her fascination with death, her vocabulary- it's odd.

NEGATIVE:

Trait1 > Sneaky. Corpse sees wrong in stealing, but that doesn't stop her from doing it. She is quite the rascal.

Trait2 > Distrusting. Corpse hasn't met many dragons, and has never come to trust one, but hasn't been given the chance to.

Trait3 > Corpse doesn't read social ques very well. If somebody's upset she'll stand by and watch most times.

LIKES >> Her mum, climbing, running, dead things, picking apart bodies, flowers, copying others

DISLIKES >> Dragons, loud noises, crowded places, being alone, being without mum, her dad, being trapped

SECRETS:

> Corpse tends to be quite secretive about herself as a whole, but merely because she doesn't actually know people

FEARS:

> That she'll be trapped or sent away again. Or loose her mum.

WISHES/DREAMS:

> To be able to tell mum how much she loves her, and get a reply.

\\ H I S T O R Y //

Baby Dragonet > Corpse was the last child of Mold, her Mudwing mother, and Botfly, her Hivewing father. The two were esteemed taxidermists on Pantala and, for a time, had a loving relationship, running a fairly renowned business under the name of Timeless in the Hive Kingdom. They held two clutches of offspring in their early years, lived to watch them grow and make something of themselves, but in later life things grew rocky. Mold adored her craft yet Botfly grew to resent it, and struggled to understand his love's obsession with the macabre artform. In hopes to live out their youths again they tried for one more clutch, however had only one egg this time. There were complications. Mold grew sickly and didn't live to see her last child hatch. Written in her will she pleaded that, instead of being buried or cremated, her body become pieces of her craft for her family. Begrudgingly, reluctantly, detesting the action, Botfly obliged and via necessary legal procedures turned his love's corpse into a standing skeleton, and never picked up those tools again.

Fittingly, when the last egg did hatch, Botfly settled on a fitting name, but resentment grew and festered. If they hadn't tried for another clutch, Mold would live for years onwards, surely.

For her first year of life all Corpse ever heard was how great her mother was and how she was responsible for their death. Her father's downward spiral caused him to neglect Corpse, to belittle her, to shun and hate looking at her. He was convinced that her lifeless eyes were a mockery from a force above, spitting in his face even after he had obliged his late love's wishes. Corpse heard this nearly every day, either from behind closed doors, through paper walls, or to her face after her father came home from a long day at the docks loading shipments. It was cruel but she knew no better.

The following two years, Botfly sheltered Corpse from the outside, ashamed of his own annoyance with her. Ashamed of himself. Corpse, not wanting to disappoint, obeyed her father, never speaking back, never stepping out of line, never breaking a rule. It wasn't ever enough- she could never win the love from her father she wished for, and so with nowhere in their home to turn, when Botfly was out for work, Corpse spent her days at the foot of Mold's skeleton. Day in, day out. Always the same.

The juggle between school and home wasn't easy either. Corpse struggled to learn what was being taught, found interacting with other dragons difficult, and always overheard her eyes being talked about. She'd go home having had learned nothing and be met with ridicule from Botfly. He only enrolled her into education out of necessity and cursed at the 'waste of money' it was. One day he took her out of school and that was that, only 4 months before he took her out of his life entirely.

Botfly had thought that one big change would save his marriage, and soon he thought another big change would save himself. Having had enough with the skeleton in his hallway and the pest of a daughter, unable to stand the reminders Mold had pushed upon him, he took the bones and the dragonet out one ferocious downpour just past midnight. Heading to his empty workplace before dawn, stashing his daughter and the skeleton in the ropelocker onboard a ship heading to the Pyrrhia, Botfly spared only a few words to Corpse before the place became bustling.
"Hide. Don't make a sound."

The ship set sail, Botfly standing on the docks loading another vessel with cargo, hoping that he was now free of his burdens and resentment.

Dragonet >

A stowaway unintentionally, Copse made silent conversation with the skeleton in the closet. She knew it was her mother by how often her father spoke to it, addressing it as such. Her home had been so full of dead critters frozen still, so there wasn't much difference with those and a dragon skeleton to her. The first day started alright, although hunger and thirst had made Corpse feel strange. The motion of the boat on the ocean didn't help at all, and quickly the cramped nature of the ropelocker made her feel trapped. Voices and footsteps overhead spiraled her nerves and, for that day alone in the unknown, Corpse held tightly to her mother's skull, daring not let it go.

Sleeping through a rocky, restless night Corpse woke to find that the seasickness had stopped along with the boat. Murmurs from above the ropelocker's trapdoor caught her ear- something about 'hiding', and 'dead', and 'emergency stop'. She clicked that, some time recently, somebody must have had opened the door to a pretty troubling sight, and the boat was stopped somewhere. What Corpse was mainly concerned about now was getting off this boat, out of this small area, and away from the voices. She couldn't bring her mum though- at least, not all of her.

When the trapdoor opened Corpse leapt out, clattering bones out of her arms at the few dragons crowding the door, holding her mother's skull tightly, fleeing from the boat and away from the shore. This wasn't the docks her father worked at. Lost and scared, Corpse ran into the streets of an unfamiliar town full of unfamiliar dragons, and hid in an unfamiliar alley out the back of an unfamiliar foodstop. She laid low, hiding, scrounging up what little scraps she could find.

It was the same gig for a year. This strange place had so much to see, so much to do, but with no trust in anybody around Corpse found herself with curiosity but no drive. She copied so much in private, trying to learn but lacking any understanding of what she was actually doing or how to take it in. This was nothing like her home- here, she could do anything; but how?

She developed into her Smoke Bomb Breath, perfect for making escapes, and stuck by the small life experience she had to merely survive on her own; one of the few things she knew how to do was hide. Apparently, it's all she believes she's actually good at. Hiding, and not making a sound.

These days Corpse skulks around Mezzo Town, grasping what she can, curiously copying who she sees at times. She takes her mother everywhere and remains distrusting of dragons- she's never grown to know anybody, assuming they're all like her father, and by staying hidden she gets to stay where she is.

\\ R E L A T I O N S H I P S //
PARENTS >
   >> Botfly: Corpse doesn't hate Botfly, instead opting not to give him any thought. He isn't worth it.
>> Mold: From what Corpse has heard, she's longs to meet Mold, and dearly loves what remains.

SIBLINGS >

Corpse has a lot of siblings but she has never met any of them (aside from the occasional visit, but she doesn't remember them).

Clutch 1

Bone (F)

Marrow (F)

Pelt (M) (Bigwings)

Tooth (F)

Clutch 2

Fungi (M)

Fang (F) (Bigwings)

Femur (M)

MATE (if applicable) >

DRAGONETS (if applicable) >

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\\ INVENTORY //
(Things that your dragon is carrying with them all the time!)

Mother's Skull > Description [Medium]
Item 2 > Description
Item 3 > Description
Item 4 > Description

\\ E X T R A //
(Anything else such as voice canons, scent, link to RP tracker, etc. may go here!)

Abnormal Aspect ban- white, bulbous eyes (no pupil, no iris)

A big thank-you to my friend Diamond-Catt for sketching the base of the Mudwing skull!

\\ DRAGON TEARS & LEVELLING RECORDS //
Quest: Title and Link (Link to screenshot of your Quest Success Confirmation)
Rewards Gained: (List rewards here, and any notable Quest Completion details)

Quest: Title and Link (Link to screenshot of your Quest Success Confirmation)
Rewards Gained: (List rewards here, and any notable Quest Completion details)

Total Dragon Tears Gained: 0
Inspiration: (none; link screenshot if you have one)
Levelling Rate: [Nonban]

Starting Stats: STR [3], DEX [6], CON [3], INT [2], WIS [6], CHA [2], STA [3], FLY [0]
Starting Skills: Survival [2], Tribe Abilities [3], Skill1 [3], Skill2 [2], Skill3 [X]

\\ C O M M U N I C A T I O N //
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