Nightpainter

N I G H T P A I N T E R
the light, forgotten.
nightpainter was created by radar and is currently held as one of my few older characters. she is very important to me, please refrain from editing or taking any content, thank you.
The plague, the infection, the madness that haunts the corpses of Hallownest... the light that screams out from the eyes of this dead Kingdom. What is the source? I suppose mere mortals like myself will never understand.
For generations, ancient folktales has been told amongst the NightWing tribe about their creation. A great scholar, a god, or a servant to a higher being, its tale has been twisted over and over as the years went by. Never forgotten, just distorted into a thousand different myths, both good and bad, that turned it into something unrecognizable. 
This is the unfiltered, purest form that can be provided. 
A child of the Moon, sibling of the ocean, and creator of the beasts of the night. The very first NightWing, the birth of a monarchy, and a creature of dreams. A forgotten god of old, a blinding light now growing dim as more and more forget it. The blame lies with no one. 
For it is the nature of mortals to forget...And of gods to be forgotten... 
Nightpainter	Nightpainter
 	
Art By 	sleepy
Background 	Background
Creator 	radar
Coding 	code base by changes by radar
Attribute 	forgotten memories
Element 	dreams / essence / stars
Animal 	white flannel moth
Color 	white / indigo / light blue
Character 	Character
Aliases 	radiance / oneiroi (true name) / nightpainter
Age 	unknown (deceased)
Gender 	genderless (she / her - it / its)
Tribe 	nightwing
Occupation 	nightwing leader / disciple / scholar
Residence 	nightwing peninsula (formerly)
Relatives 	okeanos (younger sibling, deceased)
Abilities 	normal nightwing abilities / dreamworm / potent animus magic
Quote 	"...remember... light..."
Weaknesses 	controlling / not very progressive / stubborn
A P P E A R A N C E
You may know them from the carefree stories, the antagonist of the book, not many care what they look like, they were the bad guy. Nightpainter is described to have delicate misty purple scales. This is followed by a much lighter underbelly, appearing smooth and polished looking. Certainly a sight for sore eye, however remains much more intimidating if one was to see them in their dreams. A tall, looming figure, they would be. 
Their upperscales are darker grey-purples, running in flat rows down their back. These, like the rest of their scales, have a lustrous sheen to them. Misty purples of Nightpainter's scales also fade in with other similar colors, tinted with lavender. Eyes remain bright, but still seemingly duller than they used to be, light violet eyes gleam like jewels in their sockets. Whilst being called a NightWing, they don't look exactly like one too much. 
In the stories, their build isn't described too well, other than they were huge, some say larger than the world itself. That is, seemingly true, for just their horns could blot out the sun like a dark, purple cloud. Their shoulders are said to be squared and their legs, well-built and upon their head, a crown of horns. Thin in thickness and darker grey-purple than their upper scales and with a certain oily texture to it. Nightpainter is fascinating and by all means intimidating, with a blank look on their snout and bleak eyes. 
Horns sprout from the back of their head and are of the same color as their thinly laid crown. Also the following spines down their back. A long, slender tail splays out behind their body and their snout remains short and softly curved. Their face isn't elongated yet not smashed in either. Rather, it remains in the middle, Nightpainter's eyes aren't exactly small but they're not big either with slits for pupils. More or less someone of the saneless type, but never shows any emotion. But they most certainly not as bad as the stories make them out to be. 
former appearance
The appearance that had been long forgotten, the true Nightpainter hidden under the light violet scales. Hidden by magic and now gone forever, but this description may sometimes appear in the older stories. Pure white scales rippling in gentle rows, so flawless and delicate, it is as though they'd break at the very touch of a talon. They don't belong to any tribe in particular and even then, what would they be categorized as? For Nightpainter looks like a moth of lovely pure white, covering their body like a snowy white blanket. Yet even then, they still carry on some of the old characteristics in their new form.
A sharp crown of brilliant white horns perch upon their head, this is somewhat similar to that of the crown upon the new Nightpainter's head, but of different shape and color. Even still, they remain huge with large feathered wings a fluffier hue of white than their mainscales and while being feather instead of scale, they still remain bright. Plumage is seen everywhere upon their body, mainly on wings and within their huge white mane, surrounding their neck, stopping before their legs. Antenna much like feathers in themselves stick from the feather plumage upon the top of their head, still and unmoving. 
It's almost impossible to stare directly at their eyes, blindingly bright orange and hurt to look at or perhaps even blind someone. Radiant, perfect, flawless. Incredibly beautiful, snowy white and appearing with no underbelly, for it is the same coloration as their mainscales. Nightpainter is by all means a god, from appearance to personality, and meant to be perfect in every single way. That doesn't seem to be fully accomplished, but it's hard to tell from their appearance, for it screams with intimidation. Wicked-looking legs protrude from snow white pom poms of fur around at their shoulders. 
Nightpainter's legs are odd, stick-like and seemingly talonless. Although the ends are just as sharp as any talon. This may, for most, make it seem as though they'd have an awkward step to their walk, but for unexplainable reasons, they seem to have no trouble at all. Nightpainter's tail remains long and narrow with tips ending in three sharp points similar in shape, coloration and size as that of their crown of horns. 
Plumage of snowy white sprouts from their ankles, like softest fur in the world, upon touch, it feels incredibly fluffy, much like the rest of their fur. Nightpainter's build is rather similar to their current state, stocky and squared in the shoulders, but all the same very similar to what they are now. Just with a few more changes. 
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Most continue to assume them as antagonistic, a strong will over the NightWings, an insane leader. This was more or less true, for that of their old form, yet when it comes to that of their newest addition, they're different. Centuries spent in the dream realm changed them, made them become more grief-ridden yet still mentally angered. Even then, they're on the brink of sanity, it's one thing that remains the same of them, along with the intimidating air about them. Yet Nightpainter, when appearing in ones dreams, may seem calm and soft-spoken, hiding their anger and grief under layers of other personality traits.
The NightWing seems to appear ditsy and nervous with a hint of an apologetic friendliness, yet this is just a mask of innocence to hide what remains underneath. While they may appear calm and soft-spoken on the outside, when insanity leaks out, they yell, a roar that shakes the earth, followed by their power increasing slightly. What's hidden underneath that mask is a core powered off of rage and regret, this being before you still has some powers from before, while it may not seem like it now, just wait and see.
However, when it comes to the old Nightpainter, their personality is a different story. Higher beings were made solely to be flawless entities, created to rule over thousands of creatures. This didn't exactly work entirely right, the moth-like creature dictated most of their creation's will and mind, ruling them with a metal fist. They didn't let anyone form an opinion or have any will over the choices they made. In short, Nightpainter never allowed anyone to have a right of mind and those who broke free of their control went missing and were never heard of again.
A lasting trait they certainly have is a need to be remembered by their creation, they act somewhat as an antagonist. Yet despite their intimidating demeanor, they are quite clingy and possessive when it comes to NightWings, for instead of calling them "the NightWings" they called them "my tribe." Additionally, Nightpainter is rather hard when it comes to changing their mind, this also makes them incredibly stubborn. They've come so far as to treat their subjects like puppets with their control, yet they still show hints of weakness in their clinginess and persistence.
Nightpainter doesn't view mortals as equals, but as servants to the gods like themself, dragons in whom are supposed to bow down to higher beings. This heavily interferes in how they treat their creation, not at equals, but as puppets and servants. However, this was in the past, yet you may be able to see these traits possibly transmit over to their new form now and again. That is, only when in the presence of one of their creations, the NightWings, should they sometimes revert back to their old ways of manipulation.
H I S T O R Y
Many have heard legends about dreamworms, entering the minds of others, haunting their dreams whether alive or dead, hovering over them forever. But rarely would one hear an old legend, one that if heard, would be forgotten in a matter of minutes, this would be the legends of a NightWing named Nightpainter, although hardly anyone would remember even their hollow name, although it may occasionally echo in one's mind when they sit for too long. Although seconds after, forgotten, only known as the hollowest words, a distant memory. They may occasionally come up in figurative sayings or in references you'd read in books, but still, you'd have to come straight back to that story or book or dragon to even remember their name. 
Some claim they've seen this creature haunting their dreams, screaming to be remembered, to have their old kingdom back, but no one understands them, thinking their just another part of their imagination, just another dragon to be... forgotten. Nightpainter may be called deranged or insane by some or even one's worst nightmare, but none of it is true without hearing the full detail of her legend. You see, at the beginning of time, long before the Scorching or any of that, no one would suspect what happened underneath Pyrrhia, nor would they care to see what hid below, what secrets there were down there. But rather a kingdom of dragons ruled by one, starting a first and new era below the surface, sometimes one could come up for sunlight, but they'd immediately go back down, hidden away from sight. Hardly anyone knew these dragons existed, for one's interest may lead them to the entire kingdom and who knows what would happen then.
Nightpainter was rather a simple ruler and the creator of NightWings though an old magics long forgotten, stronger than even animi could dream of being, one that could make one greedy. But they stayed out of that, their mind and eyes held high with hope, they ruled for years and such kingdom was so big it'd be considered a city underneath the surface. Their beloved ruler, Nightpainter, but there, known only as The Dark Ruler or Ruler of the Night, or even referred to as Creator of Night. But no matter what they were called, everyone seemed to be at peace, happiness flooded into everyone... that is until a new leader came, one who went by simply the King of Light and everyone seemed to love him so much almost admire this new being.
Nightpainter was cast aside, as if the dirt itself and became a forgotten memory, higher being of the dream realm with their empty names. This new king came in, took their pupils and left, giving them freedom from the underground and turned their faces to the sun. He was loved by them, much more than they had ever loved the old, forgotten leader who started to fade after a while, but their need to be remembered kept them alive, they started inserting themselves into the dreams of their kind, but nothing seemed to work, they grew immune to their dreamwalking. To end this madness, the king himself banished Nightpainter from the realm of mortals, locking them up in the realm of dreams and nightmares forever, never to return.
For that... he put shackles around their hindlegs, nailing them to the ground, to the stone they belong to. It was law that the NightWings as a whole were to forget their old creator, that's the truth, that's truly what happened. Not even their will to remain whole in the mortal realm could keep them from dreams. And so that's how it ended for them, locked away in their own realm after the king, beloved by all took their own creation away from them and promised to rule them into a greater, Nightpainter-free future. It truly did work... seeing how far the tribe itself strives.
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same as the one above, but maybe a little more in-depth and a bit different??
Once upon a dream, when the world was still new, a blinding light born from the heavens themselves descended upon the planet in which housed Pyrrhia. 
*born in the heavens themselves of root and light, this became the being known as nightpainter, the first "nightwing" thing to ever be made
*except they looked more like a giant moth dragon back then so, not exactly a nightwing
*was sent down the pyrrhia to rule the newly created lands and became commonly known as a god by the beings who lived there
*created a new tribe and dubbed them with the tribal name nightwings, they became known of their capabilities with handling dreams
*in other words, nightwings were stronger in the mindscape / dream realm then they were in the living realm, they had a special ability to control what was happening in their dreams, unlike most
*they were their pupils and nightpainter was their leader, creator, maker of their existence or something like that
*however, the tribe of night dragons only had so much power of their will, their leader had tight grips on them and wouldn't allow them to have any opinions outside their own
*so,,, i guess life kinda sucked for them a bit. but not too badly since they didn't really have feelings for how they were treated
*soon, a pale being who seemingly came out of the blue arrived to the continent and changed everything
*he was known as the king of light or white savior by most and he gave them a mind of their own, free of nightpainter's control over them
*or, in other words, they were allowed to think whatever they wanted and have whatever opinion they felt like having
*the nightwings adored their new king and turned their backs upon their own creator to join him in a new era
* with that said, the king never really allowed them to remember their creator and nightpainter was left in the darkness, shunned by everyone and left to fade away from everyone's memory
*the king of light cursed them, shed them of their power of creation and their appearance changed along with that
*they became the being they are now, a light purple nightwing-like dragon who was forgotten
*banished to the dream realm and learned how the haunt the dreams of their tribe, forcing the nightwings to remember them is what they intended to do
*didn't work out exactly as planned and things went downhill, oosp
*now nightpainter is a regretful, insane dragon who was probably always that way so it doesn't really matter that much
R E L A T I O N S H I P S
The Moon: its god. its protector. its creator. the one who gave it purpose. mother to the night and sea, it loved her... devoted everything to her... and was enamored by the beauty she created with just the sweep of her taloned hands.
so giving and wise, it could never even dream of matching her strength and remained just a faithful servant to her. one day, though, she disappeared and it fell into despair as change took its course and it began to be forgotten... be replaced...
the moon did nothing... idly standing by with wide, pale eyes. watching as it was cast into the softness of a dream. watching as its image became distorted over time. watching its feeble attempts to be seen again.
all the while it was wondering what it did... wrong...
Okeanos: its sibling, created from the salty tears of their beloved god. it loved it dearly, but did question its loyalty to their god, noticing how it never became crestfallen when their creator... disappeared.
never could enjoy the beauty of its domain, only seeing blurry glimpses of it through gasps of air. it wished it could create something so enigmatic and beautiful, but it was, alas, built for a life on land and not one of the sea.
T R I V I A
*moral alignment is lawful neutral.
*love language is acts of service.
*takes inspiration from radiance, a moth-like deity from the game hollow knight.
*worshipped crows and ravens as it saw them as sacred. this is because the moon took a physical appearance that was crow-like in appearance.
G A L L E R Y
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Category:Characters
Category:NightWings
Category:Non-binary
Category:Content (Verglas the IceWing)
Category:Occupation (Mystic)
Category:Status (Leader)
Category:Status (Legend)
Category:Animus
Category:Deceased