Rift

They/them • Riftmaker • NightWing mutt • Apprentice Medic
adhdjks my entry for the Feb Palette Contest (I NEED TO ENTER THIS AAA)
 	
Name 	Name
Background 	Background
Creator 	Oblivion
Artist 	Iceshadow!!
Coder 	Oblivion
Code Base 	Himmalerin
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Character 	Character
Age 	13
Gender 	Agender
Orientation 	Pan
Occupation 	Apprentice Medic
Tribe 	Night mutt
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Residence 	Night Kingdom
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“Do you think I’ll ever become more than what I am?” The question rang out in the dead silence between the two dragons in the room. The NightWing to which of whom it was directed to kept his mouth shut in a permanent scowl.’...’ “Rivaleye?” 
“That’s Rivaleye sir to you, mutt.” He snarled almost instantly. Riftmaker only ducked their head further down to avoid any unnecessary confrontations with their mentor. More dead silence. “A-n’t y- goin- t- say ny-ing?” The sentence blurred in Rifts only ear and they lifted their head up to try and catch the sound better. They heard Rival’s heavy footsteps as he approached steadily. “Oh sorry, I forgot you have trouble hearing.” He purred and Rift felt his gaze upon the 3 scars on the side of their head. “Is this better?” The NightWing jumped at the sudden tickling sensation in their ear, and Rival chuckled, stepping a bit closer. “What about now?”
“I-” Rift prepared for the much larger dragon to jump forward once more, and of course, they could hear him readying to pounce, but a familiar and warm scent brushed past the two dragons as a new NightWing flicked xyr head in between them. Rivaleye stuttered out of bewilderment. “You… What are you doing here?”
“I work here. Same as you, brother.” The third voice answered smoothly and Rift felt a comforting swish of fabric against their neck.
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
Riftmaker heard a sigh. “I’m here for Rift. Hope you don’t mind!” And without waiting for permission, like the bold dragon xey were, xey lightly shoved Rift into the direction of their room.
“He’s my apprentice! You can’t just waltz into here and take him!”
“Sure I can. I’m older than you.”
“By 18 minutes!!”
Rift felt a slight bump on the floor. They were both entering Rifts room. “Thank you for that, Revival.”
“No problem. I know what a pain my brother can be… Gods, I can’t believe I’m related to him.”
Rift chuckled and bumped into their desk by accident. Revival hissed, “Shoot sorry, I should have gotten you your stick.” Rift just shrugged. “I should have known I was near it, I know my room by now.” They reached out and patted the old table until they felt a small scavenger claw, and the other personal possessions they stored. The cranberry and pine needle smell came up next to them. “By the way, you’ve never told me about any of these?” The phrase was more of a question than anything.”I haven’t have I?” Rift chuckled. “Here,” They lifted up the claw, “This is what spiralled me into this mess.”
Appearance
A medium sized build
Skinny
Looks like a normal NightWing but has tail spikes that curve into each other
Navy and pale yellow scales
Mint, pupilless eyes
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“The scavenger claw, one of the signs that you should never underestimate your enemies. I don’t remember much, just me playing in the mountains and seeing a small hairless animal in the bushes.  I picked it up out of its hiding spot and then a slash of red flashed in my vision. Blood splatter. The tiny little thing slashed me in the face multiple times, and that’s why I’m, a) blind, and b) without an ear. Fun times.”
Personality
Kind of a wimp tbh
Likes company
Slightly insecure
Prefers to be the one in charge
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“The stick. I feel like you should know this one.” Revival just hummed next to them. “I do indeed. But not all of it…” Xey nudged Rift, who sighed. “It has been a few weeks since that accident, and I was learning to live with it. Simple tasks like walking around became difficult mainly because I had to learn every hallway and room in the kingdom and I had an even worse memory then as a dragonet, and me being one of the young messengers, I wasn’t trusted with that anymore. Even though I was never fully ever trusted or accepted as an equal amongst the others, it had gotten much much worse. The only thing I could really do at that point was to help out my mothers in the kitchen because otherwise I’d be left to rot. But one day I was carrying a broom handle with the stick out to each side, and I could feel the walls which helped me a lot. My mothers also saw this and let me keep it to help me move about. It helped me become confident when working and now…” “You barely even need it anymore!” Revival exclaimed, nudging his snout against Rifts excitedly. The latter nodded and smiled for a moment before lifting up their forearm to display the third possession. 
Stats
Text
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“The arm band. A gift, if you will. I was turning 4, and you sir, showed up with a leather band that everyone oohed and aahed at, to which I assumed it had to be gorgeous. It felt quite plain and was much bigger than the scrawny dragonet which it was intended for, but I still loved the thing and wore it everywhere, barely taking it off unless a situation called for it.”
“Aww you did? That’s so sweeeet…”
“Yes, shush, let me continue. I started it, I might as well finish it.”
“Alright, go ahead o’wise storyteller.”
Relationships
Revival: Positive. Both of them are bestest of friends and work together in the healers hut, which they have nicknamed 'the Cure Cave'. Revival gifted Rift a stone slab to help them write, and it cemented their friendship.
Rivaleye: Negative-Neutral. Rift has nothing more to say about their old mentor than what Revival does. 'Big old stinky stonk.'
Name: Text 
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“The rock slab. Now, school was never much of an issue considering I had dropped out a long time ago in hopes of joining a NightWing army, even if I were a bit less capable than normal ones. All of the war mentors had kind of laughed at me and hinted at the fact that I should give up, which I was not very happy about, and got super stubborn with, to which they replied with banning me from the barracks.” Revival snorted next to them. “To be fair, you would have made a terrible soldier.” Rift just rolled their eyes. “I know, I know, it was stupid of me but to be fair-” Revival interrupted. “To be fair they could have been nicer but this is the NightWing Kingdom, I really don’t know what you expect.” They both chuckled. After a bit of silence, Revival continued with his side of the story. “Yep, you got very sad and pouty and-” A punch to xyrs shoulder made him pause for a moment. “And I came in as all heroes do and rescued you from the hole you built.” Riftmaker huffed. “You invited me to become a healer, just like you, because in that way we could both help each other and I could do more for society that way. Having agreed to your proposal, I began apprenticeship under Rivaleye. It consisted of a lot of writing and that was difficult for me.”
“To say the very least…”
“Oh shut up.”
“Heh.”
“But yes, you actually carved an alphabet that consisted of bumps and we both learned it, although Rival refused. I still don’t know why to this day, but that’s behind us.
Trivia
- They were blinded in an accident, and have no ear 
- I was stuck between two names (Riftbreaker and Riftmaker) and couldn't decide which one was better even though they're almost the same
- The first NightWing OC that I have created that actually follows the NightWing name structure
- Live in the time somewhat a bit after the NightWings go into hiding after Legends: Darkstalker
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Revival sighed. “And here you are. Hasn’t it been 7 years since you first started with Rival anyway?” Rift echoed the sound. “Indeed it has, but I’m not surprised to be honest. I highly doubt I’ll ever be a full healer considering no one here would trust a blind dragon with their life.”
“Or in the NightWings case, anything.” 
Rift nodded, but moved sharply as the talonsteps of their friend exited the room. They called out and Revival whispered to them. “Be right back. Stay here.” Rift could hear xyr and his brother talking and a snort of laughter. The door creaked and this time two pairs of talons sounded. Rift approached the two dragons to scent them. “Wait- Wait no.” Their mentor backed away. “Awww are you scared of a little sniff, Rival?” The second dragon teased in the voice of Revival. “I’m just uncomfortable. It’s not fear.” Rivaleye hissed. It was definitely fear. Rifts friend pushed forward. “We actually have something for you.” A metallic smell entered their nose. Rivaleye sighed. “After your long apprenticeship, the council members and I have decided that it is time you finally cease it.” Rift only held in his breath. Stop the apprenticeship in what way… Revival jumped in a hug and yelled. “You’re going to be a real doctor, Riftmaker! A real one, just like me and Rival!” Rift stood there motionless, in awe. “Indeed. Congratulations to the former apprentice.” The larger dragon sat down. “You are to receive a prize of graduation, and we have decided on this simple yet sharp dagger, for not only your protection, but I’m sure you’ll find other uses to it as well.” And with that, their men- no, now, old mentor left abruptly. “So, how do you feel?” Revival slipped up next to them. “I-. I’m in honest awe.” They could almost hear the other dragons grin. “Wait, you did this on purpose!” 
“Of course I did, I’m me. What did you expect?”
Rift sighed sharply. Revival only snorted in pure amusement. “Sooo, anything you want to add to your little story??” Xey hummed. They both chuckled and Rift added one more thing. “And finally, the dagger. Revivals gift to Riftmaker when they became a true and whole healer.”
Gallery
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Riftsketch.png | Sketchy style, (when I trying to figure out a design)
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