Alluvium

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Alluvium
 Created by Stardust...Adopted by Me! c: He goes by Vium
I've figured it out, Adelie. Heroism isn't just being immortalized in the history scrolls. It's not limited to defeating evil villains or bringing justice to a world in chaos. It's not doing something extraordinary just to be remembered.
Heroism is being there for others when they need it most.
In a way, we are all heroes.
Family
Piper (mother), Tawny (father), Cedar (brother), Rosewood (sister)
Goal
To leave a mark on the world, to be remembered
Occupation
Living alone with his one true love
Residence
Claws of the Clouds Mountains, previously Diamond Spray Delta
Vium 
Credits
Infobox Picture:
Joy Ang ref headshot colored by Pokeball
Infobox design by:
Heliosanctus
Infobox code by:
Forge the Hybrid
♂
 
Allies
Adelie, Cedar, Rosewood
 
Enemies
Tribist dragons, authorities
 
Likes
Acting, feeling wanted, belonging
 
Dislikes
Being tied down, tribism, working
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AGE: 
12 at death
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Appearance
For the last time, yes, I am the bigwings! Well, kind of.
Most bigwings are strong, tall, muscled. They are obviously the leader of their siblings, exuding a commanding and confident aura. It's clear that they'll defend their loved ones to the end, fighting like lions for the rest of eternity.
Vium is not 'most bigwings.'
He's rather small, with a frail build and bones that jut out of his sides. Vium possesses practically no muscles, instead looking delicate and weak, and it's true - he can barely lift half of his weight. His skinny appearance is completed by a smirk-ish smile that he wears almost all of the time.
Hazel mainscales plate most of his body, with amber undertones running through them, tinged with umber speckles that catch the light. His underscales are pale coffee brown, and his overscales are deep, slightly duller brown. His scales fade into slightly lighter shades near the ends of his limbs, giving him a washed-out look.
Vium's horns and spikes are a dull shade of brown-gray, sort of like sludge mixed with dirt. Not the most appealing color. His wing membranes are a slightly more vibrant color of tan-ish brown, and when he spreads them in the light, they glow slightly golden, like flecks of ore embedded in his skin.
His eyes are bright hazel, often dancing with slyness or amusement. They are slightly too big for his head, making him look slightly emaciated and odd, but not too off. Healed-over scars slash all four of his legs, and a longer scratch runs over his right side from his shoulder to his back legs.
Vium was gifted with a smooth, charming voice, surprisingly suave for such a delicate-looking dragon. He has extremely good reflexes, able to catch a knife hurtling towards him, and is rather coordinated. Often found gesturing animatedly with his talons while talking, he's always fidgeting and in motion. He never sits still.
A cloth satchel is forever slung around his neck, and he seems to store the most random objects in there - a piece of a crowbar, a few tiddlywinks, even some random pebbles that he calls his 'lucky charms.' He won't let anyone go through it, or even look at it, and has had some unfortunate incidents of getting too defensive over it.
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Personality
Just because I'm a MudWing doesn't mean I'm stupid. You can't judge us all by the same thing, you know. 
 
All dragons are a holy mess of character traits, smushed into one body until they have enough spirit to face off against the world. And then there's Vium, perhaps even more chaotic than others, but still so optimistic for the things he's been through. 
 
He is, really, an extrovert. Vium is bubbly and talkative, loud and bright, a people person through and through. He enjoys hanging out with his friends and would always choose company over solitude, even if he needs time to recharge. They make him feel valued, like he's more than just a normal MudWing street urchin. 
 
Smooth, charming, a good sense of humor. If he tried, Vium could have won many ladies, and perhaps gentlemen too. And he knows it. He likes being in the spotlight and at the center of attention, although his friends may have felt differently. Vium loves feeling respected and basically eats up compliments, sometimes even fishing for praise. 
 
From time to time, he can be selfish, as his self-preservation instinct is a little too strong. A life on the streets will do that to anyone. Vium is bossy too, always wanting to take control of things, wanting to make it his own. He has an obsession with leaving a mark on the world, making him act reckless in order to gain glory sometimes. 
 
He's fairly clever, good at sizing up situations and figuring out outcomes, solutions, failure points, everything in between. However, the thing Vium may be the most terrible at is academics. His brain moves quickly, and when it comes to sitting quietly and reading a scroll, memorizing things, it fails him. He struggles with dyslexia as well, making reading harder for him than for other dragons. 
 
Unfortunately, Vium has a tendency to lie to make himself look good. Most of the time, these are small things, like how he caught a huge rabbit instead of a baby one. He convinces himself that these have no impact. But these white lies can spiral out of control, blowing up into something much bigger. He can't stop doing it, no matter how hard he tries. 
 
Vium can be blunt and insensitive sometimes, prying into other dragons' insecurities without realizing it. But, he is still incredibly loyal to his friends and family. Although he may seem selfish, don't be fooled by that - when faced with mortal danger, he would lay down his life for any one of them. Indeed, that's exactly what happened, in the end. 
 
It may seem like he almost never gets irritated, but the truth is that he does: he just hides it quite well. In fact, he hides a lot of feelings in order to keep up the suave, charming, calm facade. Sometimes these feelings can escape, leading to Vium taking out his internal feelings on small things. This makes him look mischievous, which gets him into trouble. 
 
Deep down, he's insecure and struggles with his own identity, though he masks it well with his wry sense of humor. Vium doesn't have a lot of self-esteem, and he knows it. He hates tribism and the idea that all MudWings are the same with a burning passion, so he tries to force himself to be different - he would have been a different tribe if he could. He wants to make a mark, he wants to stand out. He wants to be remembered, but he's not sure if he's doing it right. 
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Stats
Yes, I'm fireproof. Yes, I'm sick. Blessed or cursed? You tell me.
Strengths
Vium emerged into this world from a blood-red egg, giving him fireproof scales. This means his scales are impervious to flames, although touching them still hurts him. As one could imagine, MudWings don't often walk through walls of fire during their day to day existence, and as a result, Vium doesn't use this ability very often. And, of course, he has many of the normal MudWing abilities.
He is charming and bright, letting him win over dragons easily, even if they may be strangers to him. In addition, Vium is quite clever and can come up with plans at a moment's notice. His mind moves quickly whenever he requires it to. Finally, he is a smooth talker, gifted with a persuasive ability that helps him charm anyone into almost anything.
Weaknesses
Counteracting Vium's fire resistance is his lung disease, which manifests as a slight cough on good days and body-wracking spasms on bad ones. He's extremely sensitive to things like polluted or dusty air, which can send him into fits of breathlessness and wheezing. As far as he knows, there's no cure - or, at least, no cure cheap enough for his family to afford.
He may be street-smart, but he struggles with dyslexia, making reading very difficult for him. In fact, anything involving memorization or straight, solid facts are hard for Vium to remember, because his memory could be compared to a strainer: catching the big ideas, but letting the small things fall through.
Despite his good personality traits, they may be outweighed by his bad ones. Vium can be bossy in many situations when he tries to commandeer control from someone more deserving of it. This ties into his insensitivity, since he really doesn't understand much about other dragons' emotions: he can trample all over someone else's weak spots without even realizing it.
Vium is often dishonest, the scale of his lies varying from small to terrible. Most of them are simple white ones, exaggerating to make himself look better. But a precious few blossom into something bigger, until he's forced to give up his dignity to escape the web of lies. Finally, he often acts selfishly, taking the biggest fish or most expensive stolen ware for himself.
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History
It seems I'm a little lost. Mind directing me back to the Scorpion Den, kind... uh, IceWing? 
 
*mature content warning: death and gangs* 
 
In a crowd of MudWing dragonets, almost no one would pick out Vium. He was a typical dragonet, hatched after the war ended, growing up in a typical town with a typical sib group. Except... not really. 
 
His parents were Tawny and Piper, but of course, he never knew that. They laid their eggs and left their eggs to grow up alone in a run-down city called Silt, located on the west edge of the kingdom. It was poor and rundown, but it had a homely air hanging about it. 
 
Vium hatched first, making him the bigwings, but he was a sickly dragonet, too weak to help the others. He lay on the ground, panting feebly, adjusting to the new unfriendly world. After a while, the second sibling, Cedar, hatched, and he helped Rosewood break out of her shell. Their familial roles may have been different than most, but they loved each other from the moments they were born, and nothing would ever change that. 
 
And so the three of them grew up on the streets of Silt, enjoying a mostly normal existence. Well, Cedar and Rosewood did. Vium first discovered that he was fireproof when he wandered into a candle shop and began playing with the flames like other dragonets would play with a bouncy ball. In quick succession, he found out that he had a lung disease that made them hypersensitive, meaning he started coughing uncontrollably whenever the air was even remotely unhealthy. He was both empowered and disabled. 
 
As the oldest dragonet, Vium held a sense of responsibility, even if it wasn't apparent. He and Cedar, his younger brother and the middle child, took care of Rose, their youngest sister. She was bright and cheerful, far too pure for the cruel world they lived in. They were quite poor, being the street urchins they were, but their jobs helped them earn just enough to get by. 
 
Then the town started to lose money after its mayor made a bad deal with the neighboring settlement. Slowly, companies began to sink, dragons losing jobs. Both Rose and Vium were let go from theirs, in fact. Out of options, Vium joined a gang of slightly-older, much-wealthier dragonets: his "coworkers" were shady, but they worked as a team, and they stole money and valuables from adults for profit. This is where he developed the skills that he used for the rest of his life: a charming voice, a gift of persuasion. 
 
Over time, the rest of the gang began feeling suspicious about Vium. Why did he only come at night, instead of making a full-time commitment and hang around during the daytime too? (He needed to watch over his sibs.) Why didn't he show any sign of being wealthy, even though he insisted that he was filthy rich? (He wasn't. He lied to try to fit in.) His existence began fraying at the edges as Silt collapsed even further into poverty and rundown-ness. 
 
One night, while Vium was away with the gang, the building Cedar and Rose were sleeping in collapsed, killing them. He was absolutely heartbroken when he returned in the morning, expecting to see his sibs waking up energetically, but finding them crushed beneath rubble instead. 
 
He never even got to say goodbye. 
 
For a few days, he stumbled around in a grief-stricken haze. When he didn't return to the gang for three nights in a row, they kicked him out, which he discovered when he tried to return and he was refused. He moved to the even poorer side of Silt to find new opportunity as his life began falling apart. 
 
A few months later, Silt collapsed completely, becoming totally bankrupt. Most of the dragons there packed their belongings and fled. But Vium stayed, still rendered incapable by loss and lacking anyone who could help him. He didn't want to leave behind all the memories he had made, yet he wanted to. He didn't think he could do this anymore: turning a corner and seeing the place where Cedar had surprised his sibs with candy, or walking into any shop and finding the marks Rose had scratched into the walls. 
 
When he found a flyer blowing aimlessly in the wind, advertising a better life in the Scorpion Den, he managed to push himself out of the past and to the destination it offered. 
 
After a few days of searching for a job, he applied for a position at the biggest chain in the Scorpion Den, Mire Merchants. And he got it. Slowly, the chaos of his new residence began driving off the mist of grief that lingered over his head. He met more and more dragons, fueling his extroverted personality, helping it creep closer and closer to its former self. 
 
He rose in the ranks of shopkeepers and began earning enough money to pay for an apartment. A small one, yes, but as he stood in the doorway and looked around the cramped space, he felt at home for the first time in months. 
 
And then his world turned upside-down for the second time. 
 
When sent to the Ice Kingdom to go pick up wares, Vium got horribly lost while flying there, caught in a terrible blizzard. Shards of ice sliced at his scales, and he choked on the mist, spinning down, down, down through the air until he crashed in the central Ice Kingdom. He dragged himself into a cave and fell unconscious. 
 
He was stumbled upon by an animus IceWing named Adelie, who started a fire to keep him warm. Although she was wary of him at first, her natural goodness won over, and she began returning to the cave every day with food while he recuperated from his harsh wounds. 
 
Their conversations started out short, awkward, and clipped, but in the end, they grew into something with souls of their own. They talked about everything from their favorite drinks to what they wanted to do in life to their pasts. Vium healed from his wounds completely after a couple months, but he stayed in the cave for Adelie, not wanting to leave her. He put it off more and more, until finally, the unthinkable happened. 
 
They fell in love. 
 
Now, Adelie was not a naturally daring dragon. But everything in the kingdom was aware of her animus power, and she foolishly hoped it gave her higher status. So she brought Vium into the palace and declared that they were in love. 
 
Obviously this did not go as planned. The couple was frowned upon and received a stigma almost immediately, the rest of the kingdom whispering and gossiping about the only MudWing within a 500-mile radius. Vium didn't mind much, but it hurt him to see Adelie in pain, especially when her own parents disowned her. 
 
Soon, though, both began tiring of this life. They wanted to escape, find freedom somewhere else. Vium was happy to go along with Adelie, but the latter was torn: she really did love her tribe, despite their many flaws, but she loved Vium just as much. How could she leave without creating a negative legacy that would live on for centuries? 
 
Finally, out of options, Adelie used her animus power. She erased herself and Vium from the entire tribe's memories so they could run away together. 
 
The two of them settled in the secluded foothills of the Claws of the Clouds Mountains, finding a small cottage where they lived off the land, away from society. Every day, they walked in the meadows, soared over the hills, splashed in the rivers. It was bliss. 
 
After a few months of this, a fire swept through the foothills one night while they were sleeping. Vium clambered through the smoke and made it outside, seeing fires ravaging their little cottage, before realizing that Adelie wasn't with him. 
 
He didn't hesitate. Vium raced back into the cottage to bring Adelie outside, wrapping her in his wings and stumbling out. His fireproof scales protected him and Adelie, letting her make it out safely, but his weak lungs failed him from all the smoke and ash. 
 
He died as he lived: serving his loved ones, no matter the cost. 
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Relationships
I love you, Cedar. I love you, Rosewood. I'll see you both on the other side.
Cedar
Right from hatching, Vium and Cedar shared a bond - and the BigWing's responsibilities. Vium supported the family in most situations, but the physically strong Cedar fought for them in any tussles they got into. The two of them helped protect Rosewood from the outside world together, and each other too. Like all brothers, they fought occasionally, but they always made up quickly. Vium felt guilty when Cedar died and grieved for him deeply, wishing he could have protected his younger brother better.
Rosewood
Vium cared so very deeply for Rose, the one dragon who could bring out his childish side. She was supportive and bright, cheerful and kind, and she taught Vium so many valuable things. Maybe he was a little overprotective from time to time, but this wasn't unwarranted: she was the beating heart of their family, and he fell apart when she and Cedar died. Again, he felt as if Rose's death was his fault, like he didn't protect them enough. He misses her every day.
The Gang
Honestly, Vium hated the gang and all its members, and the feeling was mutual. He stayed in it for two reasons though: to "earn" money, and to stop the members from hurting his sibs. They were always wary of each other, and that air escalated over time, until Vium basically completely isolated himself from the gang after his sibs' deaths. They disliked his lies, and they kicked him out, but by that point, Vium didn't even care anymore.
Adelie
At first, the two of them were suspicious of each other. But as their chat lengths grew, so did their trust, and they helped each other discover deep truths about themselves. They fell in love - so much in love, in fact, that they both gave up everything they had to be with each other. She showed him how to be serious and strong, he taught her how to care for herself instead of others' opinions. Vium died saving her from a fire, a decision that he would never regret.
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Trivia
I'm not weird, I'm just... okay, maybe I am weird.
* Loves giving other dragons nicknames, which are basically tokens of his friendship
* Always taps his talons to the beat of a song
* Terrible at math, like, the worst
* A surprisingly good dancer, though he doesn't do it often
* Practices smiling in puddles of water
* Sometimes accidentally insults his sibs
* Doesn't like young dragonets
* Can almost never be found completely clean
* Never cusses
* Either wakes up incredibly early or incredibly late
* Oddly skilled at remembering dragons' hatchdays
* Stares out the window dramatically and pretends he's a scroll character
* Rolls in mud to take stressful things off his mind
* Biggest pet peeve is dragons who refuse to talk, out of shyness or stubbornness
* Will never back down from an argument, even if he realizes he's wrong
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Gallery
Yes, very funny, I'm shorter than a scavenger. Why don't you all stop gloating and move on with life?
268D25B1-4B7A-4834-BCCA-F20D2D2632F4.png|By RWD
Adeliexalluvium aesthetic.png|Beautiful aesthetic by MKDragonet!
1564641220155.png|By Pokeball
AlluviumheadshotbyModern.jpg|By Modern
AlluviumTimeskip.png|Vium in an AU by Pokeball
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Reference
Use this reference when drawing Alluvium, please! It's a Jadabase colored by me!
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