Patches

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Patches 	Patches
 	
Background Information	Background Information
Creator 	Sunset
Artist 	Sunset
Timeline 	type here
Alias(s) 	Patch,
Attribute(s) 	Chocolate chip like spots
Element(s) 	Chocolate / Cookies / Sweets / Mud / Sky / Sand / Cinnamon /
Animal(s) 	Cheetah
Color(s) 	Chocolate browns, cinnamon brown, light sandy cookie yellow
Theme Song(s) 	type here
MBTI 	XXXX-X
Alignment 	type here
Character Information 	Character Information
Age 	34 DY
Gender 	Male
Occupation 	Baker
Orientation 	Bisexual
Tribe 	Mud (50%), Sand (25%), Sky (25%)
Goal 	To fill the world with sweets
Residence 	A small village hidden in the Claws of the Cloud Mountains
Relatives 	Season (Mother), Murky (Father)
Allies 	Season, Murky, Autumn,
Enemies 	Anyone who doesn’t like sweets
Likes 	Sweets, cookies, baking, chocolate, fruit, honey
Dislikes 	Anything sour, tbd
Abilities 	type here
Weaknesses 	type here
Hostility Level 	type here
Weapons 	type here
Love Interests 	none
Appearance.
In a small village, hidden between the peaks of the Claws of the Clouds Mountains, one would encounter Patches.
Though the village is quite small, everyone knows each other, Patches is still very recognizable. His long, elegant SkyWing neck arches as he talks and laughs with other dragons. Warm, large, friendly amber seem to laugh along with his voice. A light sugar cookie colored SandWing frill sits atop his dark cinnamon colored back scales, that are shaped like a MudWing’s. A lighter colored, like a creamy cookie separates it from a darker colored cookie brown. His underscales are a light cinnamon. Spots of dark chocolate brown are scattered throughout his scales.
At his arching SkyWing neck, his light sugar cookie colored head lays. His snout is shaped like a MudWing’s, an odd contrast to the arching, elegant SkyWing neck he has. The MudWing shaped snout results in Patches having quite a bad posture, his heavy head always dips down.
Dark, long, curling brown horns sit atop his large head. His talons fade into a deep chocolate brown, and his claws are like a black, miniature curved slice of cake, almost like a crescent. A crescent shaped slice of cake, yes. His tail also fades into this deep chocolate brown, and it is shaped like a MudWing’s.
His snout always seems to be smiling, and when it isn’t, it’s usually when he’s really sad, or something similar. His claws are usually a bit sticky; due to him baking cake, he has to get claws-on, and that results in sticky, beige colored mush to get on his claws. He usually washes it off, though.
Across the bottom of his chest, under his wing is a long, ugly scar, caused by the war. He usually tucks his wing over the scar, since he doesn’t like to be reminded of the shattering war. Speaking of wings, his wing is like a smaller SkyWing wing, some sort of mix between a Sand and SkyWing wing. It has jagged spikes on the edges, though it is shaped like a SkyWing’s. It is a light cinnamon color, and there are dark cinnamon spots scattered throughout his wing membrane.
Patches is a bit chubby, though. He doesn’t get around to places a lot, and he’d much rather prefer to stay inside his bakery and home, making treats for other dragons and eating any leftovers. He moves around a little awkwardly, wobbling a bit, but other than his chubbiness and wobble, he’s completely healthy. His voice is like whipped cream and sweets and chocolate and cookies; it always sounds sweet.
Personality.
Patches is one of the most popular dragons in his town, but for a good reason. He’s not too outgoing or too shy, he’s an ambivert. He would talk to people he knows well, or customers, but if he had to make small chat on the street, he would much rather avoid that.
He trys to be heroic; he wants to be that one dragon, rushing into the fire, saving everyone, however, the bravest thing he does would probably play a joke on his friend and fill her donut with sour cream instead of whipped cream. Patches is very sweet and kind. He wants to help everyone he can, as long as it’s within his comfort zone. Helping someone fly? Helping someone carry something across the street? Yes! Help someone save a building from collapsing? No!
Patches is... quite the goofball. The dragon plays many pranks on his friends, as long as it’s not dangerous or anything. And as long as it’s within his comfort zone. He‘s quite cautious and wary of his surroundings, a habit picked up by the SandWing war. It’s one of the only traits that Patches has that conflicts with his kind and goofy personality. A bit of anxiety also peeks in sometimes, a piece of the Patches from the war.
He’s quite happy while doing his work. Making sweet like cookies, donuts, cakes or anything really for other dragons really puts a smile on his face. He’s happy the war is all over, and no dragons will have to experience it ever again.
History.
A gentle breeze blew a orange colored leaf over an egg as two dragons towered over it.
One was a caramel colored MudWing named Murky. His scales were covered in chocolate spots and cinnamon colors, being quite the handsome dragon. Beside him was a dragoness named Season. Her scales were a light yellow color, like a palest of dunes. Tints of cinnamon crossed her scales, while some had an auburn orange to it. An unfamiliar color scheme during the SandWing war, right?
Wrong.
In this case, Burn wanted to do an experiment with the dragons on her side. She would find a SandWing and SkyWing who were willing to mate with each other. Then, when the hybrid child was ready, he or she would mate with a MudWing dragon. She only did this in an attempt to create the perfect soldier; in theory, the dragonet would have all the benefits of all the tribes. MudWing strength, best of all, fire, perhaps even a barbed tail if they were lucky.
Under the bright sun, talons gripped the sides of the cracked eggshell, breaking it and poked his snout out at the two dragons looking at him.
The dragons looked down at him with an expression of love. They had warm, friendly amber and yellow eyes that radiated love and happiness. Patches, being unnamed at that point, didn’t care that he just meet them. Those dragons welcomed him with open wings.
So, he toppled out of his eggshell and wobbled into the talons of his mother.
Those talons that cupped him and lifted him to meet his mother’s eyes radiated happiness and warmth. He could stay in those talons for as long as he lived. But... he knew the world had something grand for him. In fact, the wind whistled around his ears, calling him for adventure. Alas, he knew he had to wait, for he was still a mere hatchling at the moment.
"Patches." His mother whispered to him. The hatchling curled himself into a comfortable position and looked up at his mother. She was still looking at him with warm, friendly eyes. But there was something beneath those eyes. Guilt? Sadness? Despite the emotion that laid behind her eyes... Patches was still warm and comfy and ready for life as it would unfold like a scroll beneath his talons.
The small dragonet lived most of his dragonet hood like a normal dragonet. He went to school in MudWing territory, where there was a small pond surrounded by cattails and bushes. Patches learned side by side with other MudWing dragonets, who didn’t bully him or anything. Most of them didn’t think twice about his scales or frill or his odd build. The ones who did thought it was for a good reason.
He learned about the war that raged around Pyrrhia, grasping all the tribes in cold, bloody talons, except for the RainWings and NightWings. Patches learned how to fight and use all his tribe characteristics to his advantage. He did this with Cocoa, who was a MudWing and SandWing hybrid, who was the previous generation to Burn’s experiments.
Cocoa was really nice to everyone, but especially Patches. He taught him how to scrape his wing spikes along the sides of his enemies to get them away. How to slam his large tail against the sides of opposing dragons, causing them to jump back in shock. Then blast fire at them, and finally, raise his talons and strike the dragon’s throat, and then they will die.
Patches... didn’t like this concept of kill or be killed. Yes, he knew he would have to kill to live but he didn’t want to kill. Killing seemed wrong. War seemed wrong.
It all seemed wrong.
Death seemed out of place in this dragonets mind as he graduated from school at the small age of five and was shoved right into the front lines.
He was anxious, yes, to be placed directly on the front lines. But he knew that Scarlet and Burn knew what they were doing; placing a powerful dragonet with so much potential on the front lines would help them on the battlefield so much. From what heard, Blister nor Blaze did it as well; so that means their tribrid dragonet would shred through the lines, leading them to victory.
The tribrid was busy cowering in his tent, alone, writing small letters to his friends from school. Most were still in school, since Patches was still only five, yet some were in the army. Those who were still at school he wrote letters to, and they wrote letters back.
His parents had checked on him numerous times during his first week in the army. Thankfully, he hadn’t been sent to a battle yet, while his parents were pushing the invading IceWings from the north back into their territory. Murky had gotten a new, fresh frostbreath scar on his leg while Season had numerous scars down her tail. Both, however, were still alive.
An elegant dragoness peeked into the tent that belonged to Patches, curiously observing the newcomer. Patches, being the observant dragonet he is, looked back at the dragon who stepped into the tent.
She had autumn brown, yellow, orange and red scales all over her body. Patterns that looked like leaves fluttered down her back and arms, like leaves falling gently in the breeze. Her build had some MudWing features... while also some SkyWing features.
Patches could have almost felt a lightning bolt strike him directly on the head. He wasn’t alone. There were other hybrid dragonets in the army other than him. Though, she was a hybrid, and he was a tribrid, it almost seemed like a puzzle clicking together in Patches’ mind.
Burn and her allies had created more hybrids for the army.
Despite learning this grand fact, Patches became great friends with this dragon. Her name had turned out to be Leaffall. Leaffall was sweet, kind and funny. She looked on the bright side of things, when their highest general was murdered. She told Patches that the war would end soon, and everyone could go home.
Five years flew by like a hurricane going through a continent. It seemed like every day was the same to Patches; battle, death, camping, repeat. Though, it was always made better by Leaffall.
But one foggy day it was all taken away from Patches.
Burn’s forces were rushing the IceWing’s forces on the border of their territories. All the hybrids and good fighters were at the front, sweeping through their forces. Patches was slamming his large tail against the sides of other dragons, blasting fire at them. Leaffall was on the other side of the battlefield, slashing IceWings with her tail.
But... Patches noticed something weird. A jet black dragons with green underscales was slashing through Burn’s forces with a significant advantage. Any dragon who approached him dropped away, dead. Most dragons knew to stay away form him... while he continued slashing away. Leaffall was near his claws when he reached for her...
...and with a cry of pain, Leaffall dropped away, dead. Her throat was brutally slashed, blood rushing out of the wound. Patches jumped back in shock, his friend who had sticked with him for the past five years had been brutally killed by a jet black NightWing.
A general yelled a command telling his forces to fall back. He and all the other dragons obeyed, spreading their wings towards their camp.
Patches stayed secluded in his tent for the rest of the day. He didn’t go out or talk to anybody. Just as dawn neared the next day, Season and Murky had approached him. They told him they were chosen to survey an area where IceWings may attack. Patches reluctantly agreed, following his parents.
i’m not done but okay
Abilities and Weaknesses.
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Relationships.
*Season: very positive! came with him when he and season and murky fled the army
*Murky: very positive as well!
*Cocoa: positive! helped him actually live tbh
*Leaffall: sobs his best friend in the army. very positive. she died thiugh.
*Autunmal: very positive. helped fill the hole that leaf left behind
*Burn: neutral/negative. dislikes her since she started the war w/ her sisters and caused all the chaos. but then again she caused him to come into existence so shrugs
*Fondue: yes!!! positive! wants to interact with the dragoness more though!
*Voidcaller: hate him.
Trivia.
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Gallery.
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