Crow

"You threw me to the crows, but it turns out I prefer them to you." -Madeline Miller, CirceCrowArtist
The wonderful SleepyBackground InformationCreator
Sarahyasmine
Main Attribute
FeathersElemental Attribute
AirTheme Animal
CrowTheme Color
BlackTheme Song 
The Epilogue
by Crosses
MBTI Personality
ENTJCharacter Information
Age
12
Gender
Female
Orientation
Straight
Occupation
'Hazoya'
Tribe
NightWing, maybe SkyWing
Nicknames
'Hazoya,' 'Crowfeet,' 'The Cawer'
Goal
To be beautiful again
Residence
Unknown
Relatives
Galiana The Wise
Allies
The NightWings (formerly)
Enemies
The NightWings (currently)
Likes
Beauty, her power, crows
Dislikes
Dragons
Powers and abilities
Animus
Weapons
Her evil glare
Ships
None
Quote
"You threw me to the crows,
but it turns out I prefer them
to you."
"It's a strange day,' The roses are in bloom,''
APPEARANCEI wouldn't describe myself if I weren't asked.
But you asked so here it is;
I was beautiful once. My scales were as deep as ebony, the blue tint behind them offering the illusion of feathers, of scales long hoped for by any dragoness I knew. Yes, they were jealous of me, quite envious to be completely truthful. My eyes were bright, a brown so luscious that they all could almost taste their sweetness. My wings were wide and stretching, their contents like the evening sky, all mixed up in a bowl of wind; stars scattered here and there among swirling patterns of blue and purple. My underscales were grey, hinted with the softest green, and many praised me for them.
But since I was abandoned, my color has left me.
I stopped using my power, as it was stripped away from me piece by piece, and my scales faded just as my soul did. My wonderful tint of blue was gone, as was my green and purple...and all the stars in the sky of my wings had fallen. I looked bare, like the trees in winter, so black and grey that no other color dares to live near them. My eyes have faded to a cold, brown-black, and my skin has shrunk near to my once supple bones.
My scales are deep black, and the spines all down the ridge of my back are the same. My underscales are a chalky grey, devoid of life and color, and my eyes…well, it’s best not to explain how revolting their glare is.
I am now a ghost of my former self.
I earn no jealousy now, just pity.
"But in a strange way... I know somehow we're doomed."
PERSONALITYI am asked to describe myself, once again.
I will try my best, but you may not receive the full truth of my horrible everything.
I was beautiful. Not just on the outside, but on the inside. Dragons came to me with pleading, as if they thought I could make them as beautiful as I was with my power; Idiots. I wouldn't lower my beauty onto them for the world. I was practically worshipped; the most gorgeous NightWing in the land. Gifts were brought to my door, heaps of gold and silver in exchange for a scale treatment which I never relented on giving anyone. I was too precious, to proud of my own skin. I walked with my head high, tossed my horns back and forth like I thought I was the Queen. I had many friends, but I treated them all like toys, like playthings for me to drag around and get dirty. No one mattered to me, and I wouldn't accept any suitors. I was beautiful enough for all of Pyrrhia, and practically in love with myself.
And then my power was lost.
I was abandoned.
I became softer, sweeter, what everyone had needed me to be before. I tried relentlessly to win them all back, to prove that I wasn't useless. I became meek and shy, the absolute opposite of my former self. You could win me over with just a touch, get anything from me with just a word. But all they wanted was beauty. And now I couldn't give that to them. When they left me in the shadows, I became hard and bitter, like my bony appearance. My soul retreated into my chest, and I expelled pure hate from my eyes, ears and mouth. I developed this cruel laugh; a laugh that earned it's title as the 'caw'. No one liked me. But I hated them.
I hated them with everything I had left.
"Look around, through the town,
not a soul to be found,
In silence.
Not a sound."
HISTORY
This topic is the worst of all. But I'll explain it for your sake.
I was born to a beautiful NightWing 'sorceress'; Her name was Galiana the Wise. The problem with being her daughter is that no one knew who my father was, and so naturally, I was shamed. The closest I can find is that I may be half SkyWing, due to my once slender and graceful build. When I was four, that's when the attention started pouring in--I was praised, loved, touched and squeezed by all I knew. Morrowseer even took a fondness for my blue-black scales, and I was promised to his child, if he ever had one. My life was practically that of a courtier's.
And then I got older.
At the age of seven, I was more beautiful then anyone I had ever seen. My eyes shone like crystals, and my gaze could pierce the hardest heart. I became the kingdom's sole object of attention, the living godlike statue of praise... Some even started to call me 'Hazoya', which means 'The worshipped one,' in ancient text. I became haughty, queenlike. All I wanted was for everyone to obey my every command.
But when they discovered my animus power, I was ruined.
It was a dark night, and I was taking a stroll with my mother, who was lecturing me on all the things I must do to win the Queen's approval. 'Never try to be more beautiful then her, don't talk too much, know you'll never be as powerful as she was.' Too late anyways. I got angry at the prospect that I could never be queen, that all Galiana expected me to do was be a sorceress. I lashed out, and my mother and I argued long and hard.
My anger was too bright.
I made a mistake; I screamed. Later I found out it sounded more like a caw, a caw bringing death upon dragons. The rocks beside my mother and I collapsed, and I just barely escaped.
But no one cared about my grief. Sure, my dearest mother was dead, but more importantly I was an animus. The first animus in two thousand years.
They praised me day and night, and they still touched me, but it was painful. They begged for me to make them beautiful, to take away their age and save their youth. I refused; I had no intention of making them look as I did. It would take away my power, make me ugly compared to them. So I didn't. And they hated me for it.
When the volcano collapsed, they chained me to a wall in their anger. They evacuated, left me alone and helpless. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on my power, but it was hard...I had never used it beside the purpose of making my scales more vibrant, causing my eyes to glow a little more. I broke the chains and held the mountain up--for just long enough to escape.
After that, my powers were gone. I had strained them all on unnaturally controlling the earth, angering it enough to take my only comfort away. My eyes drooped, hardening to a cool black, the hints of brown and amber completely gone. My scales faded away into dark ebony, grey and white; all the blue, purple and green had left them bare. My skin and muscle shrunk to hug my bones, making me skinny and frail.
As I said before, I was a ghost.
A ghost to remind myself of my former beauty.
I adapted to fit in with the other NightWings, who were now in alliance with the RainWings. I sucked up to them, hugged their feet, did whatever they asked. Except for one thing. Use my power. When I told them It had left me for certain, they shouted at me and accused me of lying. They tied me to a tree and planned to burn me on that fateful stake for being a liar and a thief of beauty.
Luckily, I escaped.
And then I became bitter, cold, hard. I was practically a stone, cool and unfeeling to the touch.
I still am.
"Reminding us how we're doomed."
RELATIONSHIPS
NIGHTSHIFTER
I met Nightshifter when he was passing...through realms, I think he called it. He said it was secret, that he was plotting revenge for something great. How stupid of him to tell me what he was doing. I could stop it with the flick of a talon, destroy his pitiful life with the touch of a claw...but something held me back. I liked this dragon...well, as much as I could like a living thing, anyways. He reminded me of myself, bitter, angry, ready for something more. Something better then this miserable life.
STARFOLLOW
Starfollow is...an interesting dragonet, to say the least. I never liked her much, but she could always be seen in the background of my 'beauty' praises...ah, parties I mean. So of course I had to pretend to be her friend. I'm really quite good at that, even though not a single, miserable soul on this continent deserves my appreciation. Let me ask this again; who do they think I am?
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Character by Sarahyasmine. Coding by Dins. Please do not steal character or coding. Created originally for this contest. Also the main antagonist/protagonist of the fanfiction A Murder of Crows, also by Sarah Yasmine.
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Category:Females
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