Helia

NOTE: HELIA DOES NOT REFLECT MY PERSONALITY VERY WELL AT ALL, BUT SHE IS STILL MY BELOVED SONA. 
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H E L I A
helia is a dragon?? also otakus sona. also also existent. ;w;
h e l i a 	h e l i a
 	
Background 	Background
Creator 	🍱
Artist 	Base by Cloud, coloring by me
Coder 	🍱
Main Attribute	idk
Element 	uhmm idk is light an element? if not then fire i guess
Theme Color 	g o l d e n
Theme Animal 	Eagle I guess
Theme Song 	
Character 	Character
Age 	7
Gender 	Female
Orientation 	Lesbian
Occupation 	Artist
Tribe 	SandWing
Goal 	to live a quiet life
Residence 	Scorpion Den
Relatives 	Mother (Kalahari), Grandmother (unnamed)
Allies 	Sahara, Sahara's cat (Muffin)
Enemies 	Paradox
Likes 	Art (drawing, sculpting, painting, etc.), Sahara, Muffin, sleeping, eating
Dislikes 	Being interrupted, being hungry, being tired, Paradox
Powers 	Tribal
Weapons 	Tribal
Love Interests	Sahara
Quote 	"Okay, give me three hours and a nap."
A P P E A R A N C E
Her scales shimmer in the sun like plates of gold, complimenting her azure eyes bluer than morpho wings. She wears two paintbrushes behind her left ear, the fine tips the same shade as her eyes, as if she dipped the brush into the sky. Her underbelly and spine frill fade from maple brown to chocolate brown and back again. If you follow the gradient pattern, it will lead you to the pale brownish tail barb on the tip of her tail. Her wings sport the same gradient pattern, but with an extra gold lining around the edges and what seems like glitter shimmering across her membrane.
Her old, faded muddy beret perches atop her forehead, and every few minutes she has to push it back up her nose, where it begins falling again. Her talons are stained with paint, and there is usually dirt in her nails. She has burn scars rippling across the area where her left wing meets her body, spreading toward her spine and peeking out when her wings are open. A pale yellow stripe runs down the left side of her neck, disappearing when it reaches her spine. On the right side, the stripe is blotchier.
She holds her body straight, but with a tired edge to it, as if she is putting on the same show for the fourth time in a row. Her wings are often half-open, and on especially hot days they flap a little to give her breeze. When she lands, she lands rather clumsily, making sand fly all over the place. 
P E R S O N A L I T Y
She's not overly happy, but not moody either. She tends to be a bit cold when talking to people as she is painting. She gets completely outraged if she gets bothered while painting or spills water on her canvas, etc. When she's mad, she smiles coldly and squints, usually while hissing or growling. Usually she is very kind and selfless, however poor she may be. 
Helia is compassionate to those around her, especially the poor and/or homeless because she knows what it is like to be one of them. Often other SandWings try to flirt with her, but it is mainly because Helia gives off a "come closer~" vibe even when she is unaware of it, though in truth she is simply being friendly.
In the colder Winter months Helia tends to withdraw, like she is folding in on herself. It is usually harder for her and Sahara to get through Winter because business is slow and mostly unsuccessful when Helia does the folding-in-on-herself thing.
Helia would attend art school if she could, but since she can't afford it, she teaches her own, so often she is seen with many different dragonet, usually aged three to five, talking to them or demonstrating a new brush stroke or helping them paint murals on the walls. She wants to make her area of the Scorpion Den as pretty as possible, and even sets out mini-homes made of wood. Most of them are big enough for a dragon around ten years old to curl up in comfortably.
H I S T O R Y
hoo boy here we go this gonna be long (still wip tho)
The coldest of storms couldn't stop Helia. All alone, while the winds blew and the rain pitter-pattered harshly on the roof of her family's humble home, she popped out of her egg and got lost. How big was this house, she wondered, when in truth it was as small as any merchant's. Helia was a simple dragon.
Simple and stupid are not the same thing, though to her grandmother they were. Said grandmother was as rough as sandpaper. She tried to stamp out Helia's innocent creativity and trained her to be a world-class assassin. Helia's mother Kalahari didn't bat an eyelid, standing by as her daughter was yelled at by her grandmother. Eventually, though, Kalahari wanted Helia to have a semi-normal life and sent her daughter to daycare, which the dragonet in question did not like at all. To Helia, school was limiting, forcing rules and discipline onto a dragonet meant to be free. Quite a lot of other dragonets agreed with Helia and caused as much trouble as they could. Helia preferred to draw in quiet as chaos reigned all around. She was the most well-behaved in her group.
Home was not much better. Helia's family was a large one, a mother, a grandmother, two uncles and an aunt, five cousins and a stepsister all bunched together in a house with only one bathtub. No one but Kalahari complained, yet Helia's grandmother installed a bathing schedule. Lucky for Helia, she bathed only twice a week, not that she needed it. Her golden scales were shiny before bathing and even shinier after. 
Helia loved to draw. She drew every night, but there were repercussions. 
Unfortunately for her.
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Pain, burning pain, those were the consequences. Yet Helia broke rules. Was she reckless? No, she was not, but she couldn't resist the urge to be artistic. So despite the consequences, despite how many times she was hit by her grandmother for staying up late, despite how many times she accidentally stabbed herself with the training dagger instead of the dummy, she kept breaking rules. For a year she lived like this: daycare, battle training, staying up late to draw.
One day, she stayed up later than she would usually. When she looked up and saw the sun rising, her stomach grumbled, so she hopped out of her bed, which was just a crate with pillows and blankets inside. Down the hall, past the door where light was spilling through the cracks around the door. Her grandmother and mother were talking. Kalahari was muttering, Helia couldn't hear well. Her grandmother snapping and growling about how Helia was a disappointment, pacing around the room, was easily heard. The most distinct were Kalahari's words. How about the dragonet next door? Could Helia marry him?
Poor Helia, these words came as quite a shock. And though she barely understood what this would mean, she was completely sure she needed to get away from it.
Did she? Of course she did. She does what she wants, after all.
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The first few months out on the street were hard. Helia struggled to survive. She lived off begging, yet she never stealed. There were people who needed the food more, she figured, and was content to sell her drawings for money. Luckily for her, she was quite a good artist.
Helia was constantly on the move. Usually she slept out in the open, like all the other street urchins all around. On hot days, Helia sold water. She had a knack for finding water, and often she snuck out of the Scorpion Den to a nearby oasis, scooping it up into large canteens to sell. She used a large amount of her earnings to buy more canteens, but some of it she saved and the rest of it she used to buy food. 
Of course, she didn't use all her money for herself. She gave away food and water and money to dragons on the street that were clearly suffering. She never turned down an ask for help or for change. When she turned three, she built herself a hut out of spare wood. The hut was barely big enough for Helia to stand up inside, and if she stretched her wings she could touch the walls. She gathered blankets, pillows, and a box, which she 
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h e l i a 	h e l i a
 	
Background 	Background
Creator 	🍱
Artist 	textity text
Coder 	🍱
Main Attribute	idk
Element 	uhmm idk is light an element? if not then fire i guess
Theme Color 	G o l d e n and sky blue
Theme Animal 	Eagle
Theme Song 	
Character 	Character
Age 	7
Gender 	Female
Orientation 	Lesbian
Occupation 	Artist
Tribe 	SandWing
Goal 	to live a quiet life
Residence 	Scorpion Den
Relatives 	Mother (Kalahari), Grandmother (unnamed)
Allies 	Sahara, Sahara's cat (Muffin)
Enemies 	Paradox
Likes 	Art (drawing, sculpting, painting, etc.), Sahara, Muffin, sleeping, eating
Dislikes 	Being interrupted, being hungry, being tired, Paradox
Powers 	Tribal
Weapons 	Tribal
Love Interests	Sahara
Quote 	"Okay, give me three hours and a nap."
A P P E A R A N C E
Canon appearance still applies: same scale color, beret, eye color, paintbrushes behind ear, etc.
Helia likes to wear blue. She is most often seen sporting a sky-blue sailor dress under an apron stained with many different colored paint. Both are wrinkled and slightly muddy. Under her dress, she wears brown leggings and a white knee pad on her left knee for no particular reason. Helia loves her sky-blue combat boots and wears them whenever she can. She is less fond of her white messenger bag, which she wears slung over her left shoulder, the bag itself crossing over onto the right side and resting on her hip, filled with paintbrushes and paint, canvases and paper, pens and pencils and all sorts of art supplies until the bag can barely close. At the back of her messenger bag, Helia managed to stuff her phone (golden, of course, with plenty of cute keyrings) and a GameBoy.
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T E X T
kind of just tossing it here. big wip
HeliaCloud.png|cloud base by me
HeliaSandWing.png|ditto but old and ugly
HeliaLuna.png|by luna
HeliaReference.png|old and ugly ref, by me
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Intro
Helia is MY SONA. MINE. Coding is by LivVirtual (tysm!), I messed around and ended up with the comments section code, and all other credit is given where it is due. DO NOT EDIT unless you are a poweruser, you have permission, or it is something necessary. If it is the third, edit ONLY THE ONE NECESSARY THING and nothing else. If you edit something else, or your reason to edit does not fit any of the three options, or you steal something, I will haunt your nightmares.
Forever. 
 
"Stay strong. You can lose your sight, your hearing, your limbs, your sanity...you can lose everything, but you'd still have your life."
~☀️Helia☀️
 	
h e l i a 	h e l i a
Background 	Background
Creator 	two birds on a wire
Artist 	Base by Cloud, coloring by me
Coder 	dedmen
Code Base 	
Main Attribute	idk
Element 	uhmm idk is light an element? if not then fire i guess
Theme Color 	g o l d e n
Theme Animal 	Eagle I guess
Theme Song 	
Character 	Character
Age 	6
Gender 	Female
Orientation 	
Occupation 	Artist
Tribe 	SandWing
Goal 	[| to live a quiet life]
Residence 	Scorpion Den
Relatives 	Mother (Kalahari), Grandmother (unnamed)
Allies 	Sahara, Sahara's cat (Muffin)
Enemies 	Paradox
Likes 	Art (drawing, sculpting, painting, etc.), Sahara, Muffin, sleeping, eating
Dislikes 	Being interrupted, being hungry, being tired, Paradox
Powers 	Tribal
Weapons 	Tribal
Love Interests	Sahara
Quote 	"Okay, give me three hours and a nap."
 
Appearance
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"Voices around me but still alone."
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Her scales shimmer in the sun like plates of gold, complimenting her azure eyes bluer than morpho wings. She wears two paintbrushes behind her left ear, the fine tips the same shade as her eyes, as if she dipped the brush into the sky. Her underbelly and spine frill fade from maple brown to chocolate brown and back again. If you follow the gradient pattern, it will lead you to the pale brownish tail barb on the tip of her tail. Her wings sport the same gradient pattern, but with an extra gold lining around the edges and what seems like glitter shimmering across her membrane.
Her old, faded muddy beret perches atop her forehead, and every few minutes she has to push it back up her nose, where it begins falling again. Her talons are stained with paint, and there is usually dirt in her nails. She has burn scars rippling across the area where her left wing meets her body, spreading toward her spine and peeking out when her wings are open. A pale yellow stripe runs down the left side of her neck, disappearing when it reaches her spine. On the right side, the stripe is blotchier.
She holds her body straight, but with a tired edge to it, as if she is putting on the same show for the fourth time in a row. Her wings are often half-open, and on especially hot days they flap a little to give her breeze. When she lands, she lands rather clumsily, making sand fly all over the place. 
 
Personality
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"My drawing, my art is my home."
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She's not overly happy, but not moody either. She tends to be a bit cold when talking to people as she is painting. She gets completely outraged if she gets bothered while painting or spills water on her canvas, etc. When she's mad, she smiles coldly and squints, usually while hissing or growling. Usually she is very kind and selfless, however poor she may be. 
Helia is compassionate to those around her, especially the poor and/or homeless because she knows what it is like to be one of them. Often other SandWings try to flirt with her, but it is mainly because Helia gives off a "come closer~" vibe even when she is unaware of it.
In the colder Winter months Helia tends to withdraw, like she is folding in on herself. It is usually harder for her and Sahara to get through Winter because business is slow and mostly unsuccessful when Helia does the folding-in-on-herself thing.
 
History
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"With my brush I draw a road."
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Her mother was a SandWing named Kalahari, who was only allowed to marry because her mother wanted heirs for her assassin business that rivaled Cobra's. Kalahari in fact named Helia, but Helia ran away at a very young age and never saw her mother or her grandmother, or, indeed, any of her family.
She had a natural talent for art and ended up on the streets, selling her paintings and sculptures to scrape enough to survive. She developed a friendly, but distant relationship with Queen Thorn (when she still ran the Scorpion Den).
Another SandWing named Sahara, who is now Helia's girlfriend, is deaf and was a slave being kept by the Talons of Power, but Helia helped her escape and they fell in love. Together, living off of Helia's sales, they built two huts, a small farm, a garden and a wall around them all.
Her grandmother originally planned to train her to become an assassin, and eventually arrange a marriage, possibly with another assassin so she could hatch baby super-assassins. Little Helia did not fully understand this, but she knew it was bad and that's why she escaped.
 
Who-Am-I
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"To where the sun has always shone;"
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I am free, but not wild.
I am quiet, but not mild.
I am outgoing, but not loud.
Sometimes I don't make a sound.
Who am I?
 
Relationships
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"To a place to call my own."
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===Kalahari===
careless mother
===Sahara===
girlfriend
===Polaris===
friend
===Astral===
friend
===Fall===
friend
===Dolphin===
friend
===Paradox===
enemy >:(
 
Trivia
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"And even though I have a home,"
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* Helia is pretty much nothing like me (at all), but she is still somehow my sona smh
* Istg Helia isn't a hybrid, but she still has strange golden scales and blue eyes. 
* Was on popular pages from never-forever
 
Gallery
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"I am still completely alone."
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