Maple

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M A P L E
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Maple is one of the four dragonsonas of Unique.
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I stay empty, I feel the hungerSo simple when I was younger
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Trust you? Trust you? Why? So you can stab me in the back? Run away and leave me when life gets too tough? Die? Every time I’ve opened up my heart someone, I’m introduced to more pain. And I’m tired of it... I’m tired of the pain.
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~Maple
M A P L E 	M A P L E
 	
Image Artist 	Quinn
B A C K G R O U N D 	B A C K G R O U N D
Main Attribute 	Saltiness
Elemental Attribute 	Fire
Theme Animal 	Fox
Theme Color 	GoldenRod / Red
Theme Songs 	Hollow, CloudeaterAint’t It Fun, ParamoreBellyache, Billie Ellish
MBTI Personality 	ISTP-A
C H A R A C T E R 	C H A R A C T E R
Age 	5 DY16 HY
Gender 	Demigirl
Tribes 	Sand-Mud
Goal 	Idk steal? Yell at people?
Residence 	Possibility
Occupation 	Thief
Orientation 	Lesbian
Allies 	Sapphire, Burro, Accentor, Fog, Raccoon, Patch, Raccoon, Daybreak
Enemies 	Brisk
Powers and abilities	Firebreath, venomous tail barb, strength, can hold her breath up to fifteen minutes
Weaknesses 	Slight anger problems, trust issues, aggressive/salty a majority of the time, fear of water, anxious
Weapons 	Pocket knives
Love Interests 	Sapphire
Quote 	“Say that again and someone’s gonna have to pry my claws from your eyes.”
R E L A T I V E S 	R E L A T I V E S
Parents 	Mist (mother)Hyrax (father, deceased)Terracotta (stepfather)
Siblings 	Russet (half-brother)Titian (half-sister)Peat (half-brother)Mink (half-sister)Khaki (half-brother)
Aunts 	KultarrSilt
Uncles 	CaracaraCavernMink (deceased)
Cousins 	CinnamonCactusCoyote
Grandparents 	Sandstorm (grandfather)Aztec (grandmother)Peru (grandmother)Caiman (grandfather)
I awaken with the thunderA bold statement to end my slumber
A P P E A R A N C E
Built with the anatomy of an athletically lean SandWing, Maple’s limbs are padded with hard-earned muscle and barely obscured anger. Despite this, the baby fat never seemed to have left her cheeks—being semi-chubby and round—leaving the remainder of her face to extend into a long and narrow snout. A glowering frown or threatening sneer often sits there, and permanent bags have taken occupancy under her eyes. She’s of typical height for dragonets her age, not too tall and not quite too short either. 
Maple’s scales are thick, armoured, and scarred, plated in a similar fashion to MudWing’s and coated in a rich maple syrup brown. Most of them, anyway. At her wickedly sharp talons, they fade into a much darker brown, almost like mud. Running along her sides are her tan underscales, paired with her faded orange underbelly.
A golden, chestnut-tipped barb sits on the end of her tail, fully functional and ready to stab you. Her horns, straight-tipped and thick, resemble an almost burnt orange. Usually narrowed are her eyes that, depending on the lighting, are either grayish-blue, grey, or dull blue. As for her wings, the undersides are much like her tail, starting gold before fading into chestnut, while the oversides are simply several shades darker than her main scales. 
In her athro form, Maple’s physical appearance remains the same. 
She throws on whatever clothing she finds most comfortable and appropriate. It’s usually sweaters, mostly black, alongside a loose sweatshirt and sweatpants, jeans, or leggings. Sometimes she’ll throw on jewelry, but it’s incredibly rare for her to do so.
And this feeling has got a window’Til I’m numb, ’til I am blissful’Til the sum outweighs the mental’Til the blood of both is my limbo
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Maple is a sweet name for a… not so sweet dragonet.
Trust does not come easily to her, and she’s usually suspicious of everyone she meets, believing that all everyone has to offer are bad intentions and more hurt. Thus, she’s become strictly independent—usually accepting another’s help on very rare occasions—and antisocial, chasing off most potential conversationalists with a withering glance. Those that are unfazed are met with her alarmingly aggressive nature.
Years of neglect and anger have made her cold, rude, insensitive, and angry—a vicious, cutting remark always resting on the tip of her tongue. She speaks her brutally honest opinions and hurtful words with an air of cold indifference, not particularly caring about who they might hurt or enrage. It’s certainly not one of her most liked qualities, and is one she often struggles to improve, especially when her strict stubbornness and defiance are taken into account. Sarcasm is also another talent that she’s mastered well, lacing it within her tone.
Once you’ve managed to blow past her defenses, however, you’ll find she’s much tamer, cracking jokes (often at others’ expense, of course) and allowing herself to have fun. She’ll be constantly indulging you in her interests (which are typically centered around a girl) or partake in chaotic, heinous acts.
And I’m hollow, hollow, hollow, hollowHollow, hollow, hollow, hollow
A B I L I T I E S
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And I’m hollow, hollow, hollow, hollowAnd I’m hollow, hollow, hollow, hollow
Maple is a SandWing-MudWing hybrid dragonet criminal that resides in Possibility and is the protagonist of Two Alone Too Alone.
H I S T O R Y
On the crisp, fallen leaves of a maple tree, an egg hatched.
The tanish brown eggshell, with swirls and starbursts of a nearly hidden gold, fell apart to reveal a small bundle of dusty yellow scales.
The dragonet’s parents, Mist and Hyrax, were overjoyed at her hatching, and dubbed her with the name Maple. They showered her with all their love and attention, as if she were the best thing that had ever happened to the both of them.
For the first few months of her life, the family of three lived on the outskirts of the Mud Kingdom, tucked away from the prying and judgemental eyes of other MudWings. From time to time, Mist’s siblings would stop by to say hello, but their visits usually always ended up with them arguing amongst one another, while Hyrax took Maple to one of the farthest rooms from the shouting and read scrolls to her.
Soon, Mist decided it would be best for all of them if they moved to a secluded place from the rest of Pyrrhia. Having a wide variety of knowledge on Pyrrhia’s geography and maps, she suggested that they moved to a small island in the Bay of A Thousands Scales. 
And so that’s what they did. 
With the help of a few friends and willing relatives, Mist and Hyrax managed to move all their belongings into a cave located on the center of the chosen island.
Maple was hardly fazed over the move, and actually relished in the expanse landscape that she was able to explore. With her parents’ strict restrictions in mind, she would move about freely and collect anything she found remotely interesting to her, before locking them away in a chest her father had bought for her from the mainland.
For the next few months, her family was living happy, comfortable lives.
That is, until Hyrax’s body was found at the bottom of the ocean.
Maple and her mother were horrified, with the former developing a hatred and fear of the sea. No longer would she happily play along the beach’s shores, instead keeping to the island’s thick forestry. A change in her usual daily schedule was prominent as well. She would stay away from home during the daytimes, preferring not to interact with Mist’s growing bitterness and attitude, and only returned when night had befallen and she knew her mother was fast asleep.
Almost a month after Hyrax’s death, Mist thought it best they move from the island (she was well aware it wasn’t doing either of them any good), and made plans to live in Possibility, a city accepting of all tribes. Wanting to travel light and quickly, they didn’t take many belongings with them and left early in the morning the day after the decision had been made. The flight lasted for about the entire day, with frequent stops being an essential, before finally landing on Possibility soil in the late afternoon.
Using old contacts, Mist was able to find them a small rented-out house to live from a NightWing. She bought them new furniture; several scrolls and scroll shelves, various cushions and blankets of browns, golds, and light shades of yellow that reminded them of Hyrax’s scales, and wooden night tables. 
Almost immediately Maple was enrolled into the nearby school. It wasn’t something she had experienced before, and she was positive that almost all the other students knew it. Maple kept mostly to herself, choosing to act shy and quiet and wandering the halls and library alone. Anyone who attempted to approach her was either snapped at or shot such a venomous glare that they would fidget uncomfortably before hurriedly excusing themselves and scurrying away. 
Only one dragon managed to wiggle their way through her angry facade.
Burro was an interesting dragon. Large and empathetic and undeniably understanding. Their first encounter started off no different from the rest. During a free period, Maple had been found reading in the library alone, never once glancing up from her scroll until a sudden wave of heat overtook her right and a pale yellow shape sat comfortably beside her. Maple snarled for her to leave, which was politely ignored by the older dragon as she grabbed whatever scroll was closest to her on the shelf and proceeded read.
This carried on for days, with Maple eventually giving up in trying to shoo Burro away.
On the fifth day of their unspoken arrangement, the hybrid finally uttered a word.
Or four, to be more precise. 
“Why are you here?”
Burro blinked in astonishment for a few quick moments before jokingly replying, “Well, I do go to school here. And the library is a public space so...”
She was rewarded with a glare.
The older SandWing ducked her head, trying (and failing) to hide her smile. “Maple, you’re lonely. You might not allow yourself to admit it, but it’s quite obvious to those around you. I just want to keep you company. Fill the void that plagues you. Lots of dragons do. Why don’t you let them in?”
The dragoness only narrowed her eyes in response and returned to reading her scroll, promptly ending the conversation there.
Soon, months passed and the two grew closer, even growing a sister-like bond. Maple continued her avoidance of everyone of course, despite Burro’s disapproval, but learned to regularly open up to her.
“It’s healthy,” the SandWing had pointed out after Maple had finally spilled out all her worries and fears and grief. “To talk to others, I mean. You can’t carry that all alone. No one can. No one should. I’m glad you talked to me.” She threw her wings around her in a heart-warming hug that lasted until the end of their break.
And for the first time in many years, Maple was content.
Unfortunately, good things never last.
At least, not for very long in her life.
The end of the school year was approaching, and that meant the seniors would be graduating in the next couple of weeks.
That meant Burro was leaving.
Burro immediately sought her out once the news was announced. Maple was there, of course, not finding any reason to attempt and hide when Burro somehow knew where she was at all times during her frequent periods of distress.
Even with that well established fact, she wasn’t the least bit pleased when she sat down beside her.
“We can still keep in touch.”
She was ignored, and it stayed that way for the remaining school days- to the point where Burro gave up trying. They still read together in the library, but any attempts at conversation were brought to an end.
The last day was quick to roll around the corner, and ended in a blur of congratulations and heartfelt goodbyes to the graduating students. Maple watched it all from shadowed corners with contempt and disdain, her eyes burning holes of hatred into the scales of someone she had once thought was her friend.
Her break was spent doing absolutely nothing. Burro kept true to her word and sent Maple letters from the SandWing Stronghold, but they were either violently shredded or carelessly tossed away. It wasn’t long before they stopped coming, too, when no replies were given.
Once her anger at Burro was over, things went back to the normal she was used to before she’d know the older SandWing. Fleeing from her mother and spending nights in an abandoned tavern grew more prominent, however, with Mist growing more stressed and frustrated at the fact the restaurant she cooked for was slowly starting to rouse less and less interest from the residents of Possibility, her shortening monthly pay being prime example of it.
And two years after Burro’s graduation, it finally closed down.
Mist was infuriated with the development, and rushed for months to acquire a new job, delaying their due rent to their landlord for as long as she could. But, unfortunately, no work opportunities became available. No matter how much the MudWing refused to admit it, Maple knew she was stuck and that the two of them were obviously struggling in the financial department.
So her mind formulated a plan.
It should have been simple, really. Break into Queen Andhi’s stronghold, knock out whoever stood in her way without being seen, grab a few bagfuls worth of jewels, and then return to the safety of her own home.
To say things didn’t go as easily as she would have liked was an understatement.
With cloth bags tied to her wings, tail, and neck, and a knife tucked away inconspicuously in one of them, Maple set off under the cover of night, her mother in too deep of a slumber to notice.
Her heist started exactly as to be expected. After locating the stronghold’s back entrance and swiftly taking care of the soldiers stationed there, she slithered onto cool marble tiles paired with sparkling silver walls and made her way to where she could only hope was the direction of the treasury.
Most of the SandWings she came across were dumped into the nearest empty rooms she could find. Her fifth or so victim was dragged to the courtyard, his body left to slump against one of the south walls. As she turned to leave for the continuation of her quest, her ears pricked at the sound of approaching footsteps. Without much thought, she dashed over a section of the courtyard most shrouded in darkness and crouched, waiting.
Her gaze was greeted with the sight of a typical SandWing, who mumbled nonsense to himself beneath his breath. He was anxious as he glared around the courtyard. When he finally caught sight of the unconscious guard and carefully made his way over to him, his anxiety only increased tenfold.
With the SandWing’s back to her, Maple used it as an opportunity to creep from out of her shadows and towards the exit.
She came to a halt, however, when he suddenly turned around to face her.
His eyes flashed with pure terror as Maple took a fighting stance, conflicted between what action to take.
Let him live, she was sure to be imprisoned or dead.
Kill him and she’d be safe.
Ignoring whatever words he was stammering to her, Maple begun her attack.
The SandWing was able to stay alive for a good few moments (ironic considering he seemed to harbour little to no combat techniques), but not long enough to last against Maple’s determination and pent up fury.
And soon, her adversary lay, slain, beneath her feet.
Whatever trickle of guilt she may have felt was lost to her sea of triumph and thrill of her kill. 
She moved on.
A few more unconscious guards and several halls later, she’d finally stumbled upon the treasury, along with another guard who spotted her before she could retaliate.
And it was Burro.
High on adrenaline and desperate, Maple didn’t allow her past relationship with the SandWing thwart her goal and fought her without much reluctance. She killed Burro, allowing her to ransack the treasury to take as much as she could carry in the sacks she’d brought, and fled moments before the crack of dawn.
She was greeted by her worrying mother when she arrived back home, who immediately assaulted her with demands of her past whereabouts. Her anger swiftly changed to horror at the sight of treasure-filled sacks strapped to Maple’s back. Without a word, Mist marched back to her room, hastily gathered very few of her belongings, and left.
Maple didn’t know what to feel by her permanent departure. She tried her best to ignore Mist’s absence and focused her attention on providing for herself with her newly acquired treasure, starting with the numerous unpaid bills. And quite luckily, Snowdrop, a friend of her mom’s that had gotten word she was living by herself, would give generous donations to help pay for these as well.
She knew this couldn’t last forever, however, and looked to stealing from the residents of Possibility as a source of income. That’s how she met Ranina, Magpie, Kleptomaniac, and Pingu- a family of criminals. They took her in and, against her better judgement, she learned to befriend them.
During this time, her landlord was mysteriously killed, leaving her rented home to fall under her full ownership without payment. 
Not too long after, she gained another ally, someone akin to a sibling. While stealing food from a marketplace, she managed to attract the attention of a lonesome MudWing mutt named Raccoon. At first, she was annoyed. They wouldn’t stop following her and bothering her. But eventually, she warmed up them. She taught them what she knew about living a life on the streets and even granted them permission to reside in her home when they couldn’t find anywhere else to sleep for the night.
And for the first time in a long time, everything in Maple’s life stabilized.
R E L A T I O N S H I P S
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R A C C O O N
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M I S T
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H Y R A X
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B R I S K
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Where’s my mind?Where’s my mind?They’ll be here pretty soonLooking through my room for the money
T R I V I A
* Chocolate + math can die
* She can and likes to sing
* She hates incredibly strong sweet smells
* Oddly enough, she doesn’t swear unless incredibly provoked
* Her mental age is 68
* It is very common to hear her muttering about everyone just dropping dead
* She is a master at staring contests
* She can never keep her talons, wings, or tail still
* She has the tendency to drift off into space during a conversation or some important event
* During her original revision, she was just a normal SandWing-MudWing hybrid living in the MudWing Kingdom with both parents
** She had amber scales and royal blue eyes
I’m biting my nailsI’m too young to go to jailIt’s kinda funnyWhere’s my mind?
Maybe it’s in the gutterWhere I left my loverWhat an expensive fakeMy V is for Vendetta
R E F E R E N C E S
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Thought that I’d feel betterBut now I got a bellyache
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