Aiea

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Aiea 	Aiea
 	
Background Information	Background Information
Creator 	Silver
Artist 	Chipper
Aliases 	
Morning Glory
Blue Dawn
Evangel
Raptor
Jamacaru
Heather
Angelshark
Main Attribute 	ephemerality
Elemental Attribute 	bismuth
Theme Animal 	chameleon
Theme Color 	jade green
Theme Song 	ain't no rest for the wicked // cage the elephant
Modus Operandi 	one neat wound, no blood around the body, with a single scale left behind.
Character Information 	Character Information
Age 	22 H.Y.
Gender 	femme
Orientation 	heterosexual
Occupation 	mercenary
Tribe 	rainwing
Residence 	the rain kingdom
Relatives 	lethality (foster father), saggitae (foster mother)
Likes 	fun, the chase, eluding others, a good idea, intelligence, a worthy opponent, when things work out
Dislikes 	messes, pesky dragons who get in her way, lawmen, laziness, dragons who play the hero, dragons who view the world in black and white
Powers and abilities 	venom spit, a prehensile tail, color-changing scales
Weapons 	sharp, easily-concealed blades
Quote 	"you can't catch me. you'll never catch me, not for as long as you'll live, and that's what sets us apart, mr. lawman. because i'll always be able to find you."
A MudWing runs into the throne room, breathing heavily, eyes wide with fear.
"What is it, Garr?" the queen asks absentmindedly, looking at some point past the soldier's head.
"G-General Caiman, Highness," Garr stutters out, wringing his talons. "He's dead. Killed in his sleep. H-His throat was slashed, but there was neither blood around him nor a murder weapon in sight."
"Is there any clue as to who did it?" the queen inquires, eyes snapping to the messenger. She sits up in her throne, though her voice betrays none of her anxiety. "Anything at all?"
"There... is one thing," Garr says hesitantly.
"Out with it," the queen snaps, agitated.
"A single scale. Blue, like a SeaWing's, or one of those foreigners," Garr says. His eyes dance around the throne room, not meeting the queen's eyes.
The queen stiffens, her face growing hard. "You may go, Garr."
"Highness-"
"Go."
appearance- or, more accurately, how to disappear.
you can't catch a ghost.
When I was younger, Lethality used to tell me to close my eyes and imagine a stereotypical RainWing.
He would tell me to imagine that RainWing and change my appearance in order to look exactly like them. He would work with me for hours a day, inspecting my scales. He would tell me when something was too distinctive, when something showed my personality too much, when something was over-the-top.
"Our business is blending in," he'd say. "If you stand out, you're dead."
I took those words to heart. I promised myself then that I'd never stand out, that I'd never die. I was a foolish child, afraid of perishing alone, afraid of falling victim to my own mistakes. Afraid of Judgement Day.
I'm still afraid of death; that hasn't changed. I suppose I am still a foolish child. That's probably why I'm here, talking to you, Mister Lawman. But I am no longer afraid of my own mistakes. I'm incapable of making them now, you see. I've made too many.
The appearance we settled on is the one you see now. That was the first identity: Morning Glory.
Morning Glory was colorful, though her colors blended in with those of the rainforest. Jade green primary scales coupled with viridian topscales, in order to match the foliage. Amber horns, talons, spines, and accent scales for a bit of contrast, to match my golden eyes. And, of course, the customary bright colors. A blush pink frill, and gradiation on the underbelly and wing membranes for some flair: pink fading to lavender and then blue.
Glory was innocent and doe-eyed, pretty as a picture, if a little chaotic. She was meant to be the control; she was who I would be when I was no one else. Glory was my favorite, I suppose. I always wanted to be pretty like her. But, then again, I was her. I was all of them, at some point or another.
Moons, thinking about that makes my brains hurt. I'm getting off topic, anyways. I'm meant to talk about Glory.
Saggitae would always say that the scales are only half the dragon. Saggitae was whip-smart, like Lethality, but she was kinder. She would tell me how to use my voice, actions, words, and expressions in order to embody Glory. She was my personality coach; at least, that's what I called her.
Morning Glory had a soft, sweet voice that Saggitae said went along with my big eyes. Saggitae said it could melt the hardest heart, coupled with my gaze. It took me a month of relentless work to master that heart-melting voice.
Saggitae also helped me with the little things. Glory would smile at everyone she met. She had trouble making eye contact. She said things like, "as I live and breathe" and "you are ever the gentleman." She adressed others using proper titles. And she had some nervous tics, as well. All of these things helped me to become the average RainWing known as Morning Glory.
Now, Mister Lawman, you must be saying to yourself that I have none of these qualities. You're thinking that my eyes bore into yours, that I never break eye contact. You're thinking that I swear and spit and that my voice is sweet, but that it is far from melting your heart. The truth is, Mister Lawman, that this is me. I look like Morning Glory simply because I can't ever remember looking like anyone else. But you are hearing my voice, seeing my mannerisms.
Bet you're surprised to learn I have any of my own, eh? This topic is making me sad, not to mention a bit nostalgic. Let's move on to something else. I suppose you want to know more about my schooling in disappearance?
Well, Lethality would always yell at me for wearing jewelry. Every time I managed to sneak even the smallest gemstone onto my person, he would explode in anger. It violated his sacred rule, after all: If you stand out, you're dead. In his mind, jewelry was the thing that would make you stand out the most.
"Are you trying to ruin us, you good-for-nothing fruitbat!" he'd scream when he caught me. "You lazy sunbather!"
I wasn't trying to ruin them; I just wanted to be beautiful. You can understand that, can't you, Mister Lawman? I've always just wanted to be beautiful.
Either way, I wear jewelry now. A sapphire earring. I bought it with my own money, which I earned from my first job. I've always been proud of myself for that.
I have a confession to make, Mister Lawman. On the way in, one of your underlings was talking about me behind my back. "What could a sweet little thing like her," he said to his buddy, "do wrong? She barely looks strong enough to swat a fly." And I confess that I called him a dirty SandWing b**tard and that I clawed him down the face and swore at him some more until I was restrained, bound and gagged. I don't regret it. I just thought you should know.
You see, Mister Lawman, I'm quite sensitive when it comes to my figure. I'm short, with just a bit of muscle, and Saggitae and Lethality would call me "talpam parvam," which they taught me means Little Chameleon in the Old Pantalan. They'd laugh about me, say I needed to do more weight training or hunting. But, you see, a RainWing is naturally graceful, whereas a NightWing is not. They owe their grace to their ability to sneak around in the shadows; us RainWings owe it to our build.
So, yes, I am short and sweet-looking, I suppose. But I am stronger than you, I bet, Mister Lawman. I bet I could kill you right now, if only you could take off these chains. And this muzzle.
Really, Mister Lawman, I never took you for a coward.
personality, also known as the art of deception.
many say ghosts don't exist, which makes it all the more difficult.
Lots of dragons think they know me. They see what's on the surface, what I show them, and they think that is all there is to see. They are perfectly happy with what's there; they don't want to understand anything more. It's uncomplicated that way.
But you, Mister Lawman, you're different. You don't want what I show you. You want the truth.
The funny thing is that I don't understand how you'll trust me, seeing as I lie for a living. I mean, for all you know I've made all this up. Or maybe you think that admission just proves that I can be trusted, that I'm telling the truth.
Whatever you choose to believe, I'm going to continue to talk, anyway. It's fun to converse with you, Mister Lawman. And I mean that from the bottom of my heart.
You see, when I was a child, I was lonely. I had no friends except for Saggitae and Lethality, who saw something in me. Something different from the rest. I don't know how else to put it.
Scratch that; I do know how else to put it. I just don't like how it sounds very much. What they saw in me was a lack of individuality. They thought I could be molded into whatever they wanted, like clay. They thought I was a piece of pottery that was just waiting to be shaped, a picture that had not yet been relieved from the stone. They knew I wasn't aggressively happy or excited or artistic or emotional like any of the other RainWings. I was quiet, sullen, vain, insecure, headstrong, stubborn, and lonely. Oh, so lonely.
Lethality and Saggitae showed me I didn't have to be lonely. They let me absorb myself in my work, they gave me companions in my different personalities. They showed me my potential, showed me what I could be if only I erased myself. "You are quite the little actress," they'd say to me. "You put on quite the show." And I did.
They got rid of my vanity, my quietness, my insecurities. They took away my moody attitude and replaced it with an open mind. I was no longer stubborn or headstrong. Well, not as much as I had been before. I could take orders, is what I mean to say.
And then they started infusing the personalities into me. I rehearsed day and night, until I was so tired and sapped that I could no longer stand and I collapsed onto the floor. But it paid off.
Morning Glory, she was a southern belle, sweet as pie and innocent as could be.
Evangel, she was brilliant but stressed and commandeering. A workaholic, somewhat like me.
Raptor was confident and showy, fearless and unafraid.
And Blue Dawn, well, she was a lone wolf and a ticking time bomb of rage.
There were many more, of course, and each of them was me, in their own way. I am all of them at all times, like I said before; their personalities have become a part of me. I can slip in and out of each of them like the dagger holster you so rudely stole from me. It's enough to drive someone mad, to be everyone and no one all at once.
Truthfully, I don't know who I am anymore, Mister Lawman.
You asked me when you first brought me in if I resent Lethality and Saggitae. For what they did to me. For how they corrupted me.
I suppose the answer is that I do resent them, but not for that. I don't mind the life I have now. It's fun, it pays well, and it's full of surprises. I resent those moons-blasted NightWings because they stole from me. They took my identity before I even knew what it was, and now I can't get it back.
For Darkstalker's sake, I can't even remember what I looked like! I don't even know what my favorite color was, what my mannerisms were.
Jamacaru is smart, but she acts dumb because she's too smart to reveal it to others.
Heather is protective of those she loves, but she is too violent for her own good.
Angelshark trusts others too much. She is naive and talkative.
Aiea is nothing and nobody. She is empty, a vessel for the others.
Aiea exists only in the past.
As a name to call the vessel when she is none of the others.
Aiea is a ghost.
I am a ghost, Mister Lawman.
The dragonet who was sullen and lonely is gone. I know that much. And the dragoness she could have become no longer exists in the future. I lied earlier, when I said I was showing you my own mannerisms instead of Morning Glory's. In truth, I have no mannerisms. I just didn't want you to think poorly of me. I suppose you already do, though, and I have just made it worse.
My eyes boring into yours are not my eyes. They're Raptor's. My nice voice is Angelshark's. My crude speech is Blue Dawn's. So, Mister Lawman, as you can see, you have not arrested Aiea. You have arrested everyone that was ever within her.
The plain fact is that Aiea doesn't exist. Not anymore, at least, not truly. It's just a convenient name to call something that would be impossible to address otherwise.
Well, that was quite philisophical, Mister Lawman, don't you agree? Ha, I didn't know I had that in me. Guess Evangel has a bigger hold on my mind than I thought.
So, is that all? Or do you have any more questions?
I didn't think so. Am I free to go now?
Oh, don't look so glum, Mister Lawman. Not like I made you feel sorry for me, anyway. Getting off on insanity isn't the worst thing that could happen to a girl like me.
So, unless you wanna say something else, I'll see you in the funny pages.
backstory, or the process of ridding yourself of the past
you have to believe in them- and in yourself- against all odds.
relationships: something a good pretender should never have.
and if you spot one someday, if you pretend you cannot see it for what it is...
gallery (a collection of wanted photos and police sketches)
...you might just be able to trick it into trusting you.
trivia
and that's the nail in its coffin, so to speak.
Category:Characters
Category:Females
Category:Occupation (Soldier)
Category:Work in Progress
Category:RainWings
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