~Fuchsia~

Crazy Pink Lady 	Crazy Pink Lady
 	
Background Information	Background Information
Creator 	Nightwatcher
Main Attribute 	Loving
Elemental Attribute 	Fire, love
Theme Animal 	Monkey
Theme Color 	Pink
Theme Song 	Something by Pink
MBTI Personality 	Extrovert
Character Information 	Character Information
Age 	24
Gender 	Female
Occupation 	Teacher
Tribe 	SilkWing/SkyWing
Goal 	Protect and teach the young dragonets she teaches
Residence 	Jewel Hive
Relatives 	Gemstone(mother), 
Rainy(eldest son), 
Rosewood(eldest daughter), 
Berry(youngest son), 
Cocoa(youngest daughter)
Allies 	Everyone she knows
Enemies 	None really
Likes 	School/teaching/dragonets/
joy/her family/reading/
vacation/
peace/animals
Dislikes 	Anger/discussing her past/
evil dragons/rude dragonets/
rain/sadness/imperfection
Powers and abilities 	Fire breathing
Weapons 	Her fire
Ships 	Bharal x Fuchsia
Quote 	“Well that is DEFINITELY not true.”
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Appearance
Fuchsia is not an obvious hybrid. Her wings are like a SilkWing, but huge and powerful as a SkyWing. They stretch out huge and wide, and she sometimes struggles to fit them through the school doorways.
Her steps are delicate and thoughtful, her body swinging to the music she quietly hums to herself. She tends to walk more slowly, though her gait is steady and long strided. She seems not to know how she looks, or walks, or even the sweet tone in her voice that is infinitely comforting.
Her body is shaped thin and perfectly, leaving the most elegant and athletic form behind. Her face is smooth and beautiful, complementing her glowing blue eyes and small smile that implies the biggest one possible.
Her tail is sleek and short, overflowed by the many large SkyWing spikes that seem maroon and grey, dull next to her light plum mainscales. Her scales twinkle with pink, gorgeous and pristine as they shine in the common sunlight of her well lit class.
Her wings are a lighter red with darker tinges of crimson blotted in large skylights lighting up the night and day with their absolute beauty.
But do her scales appear a bit dull? What happened to the light pink beauty, with mango wings and a soft underbelly, with red spikes so bright they could be the sunset? How had this gorgeous young dragoness dulled her scales in such a manner that she was only 24?
Normal Behaviour
Fuchsia is possibly the most caring dragon out there, giving up her time to teach and love the young ones. Her life has been woven around dragonets, letting them take up her time and fill in her gaps, and everyone loved her. She was so very kind and loving, it seems that there is nothing to hide.
She loves to care for the dragonets and keep them safe because of what happened to her and her poor brother. She thinks of them as precious, the only wonderful things on Pantala that are worth while.
Her happiness is contagious, as well as her humour and her almost absurd laughter that lights up the room, making almost any joke funny. When she does laugh, it has a snort at the end, and a slight cough at the start that gets her going. It sounds more like a forced “ha” sound then laughter.
Hidden Away
There is so very much hidden away in Fuchsia, from secret depression to slight anxiety but nothing beats her horrible past.
There is darkness that sometimes swallows her up like a black hole. It’s hard to get rid of her past, and they say that her scales were dulled from sadness and darkness.
It is believed that inside her, her heart is crumbling and she doesn’t know why. Depression sweeps out her insides, while hidden sadness comes out through her scales. Where must the sadness be released if not in feeling? She cannot hide it forever, for one day she will be a shell of a dragon, once beautiful, dying.
History
Fuchsia was born as any other dragonet was born, in the SilkWing hatchery, where her parents should have been there watching.
Neither of them were.
She was orphaned. She went to an orphanage in Jewel Hive, in the very bottom of it, where everyone was cruel, horrible. It was the one nicer dragoness that had named her Fuchsia, because back then, she had hot pink scales that shone like a second sun in the small corner the orphanage took up.
And she was already beautiful, well built, with soft cheeks and smooth horns, but especially the colour of her entire pink scales. She practically glowed in all settings, but the little Fuchsia seemed sad.
All the orphans teased her, while she paid no heed to them. Instead, she read, studied for something she talk about, since she hadn’t said a word.
They had taught her to read, and after that she taught herself. She’d read a book about what you can be when you grow up, and she’d read about a teacher. Instantly, she was interested.
She wanted to learn math, science, to grow trees, to have friends and be in charge and sometimes she cried with the longing for that to be happening right now.
She grew older, and began to, gradually, talk. She explained, on her 5th adoption day, that she wanted to move out. She had looked at the flyers that had fallen down to the bottom of the hive, that there was a house on sale.
They, slightly reluctantly, agreed that she could go there, and gave her enough money to get her started and buy the house. But before she left, they told her they didn’t know her father, but her mother was named Gemstone, quite a lovely SilkWing, and said that the was she walked and was quiet one day and silent the next was a similarity between them.
She was eternally grateful, for telling her about her mother and for the house, and went off to her new but small property. It was located in a small corner by the busy part of the outskirts of Jewel Hive. She loved it, but grew lonely fast.
She began to socialize, going to parties and looking for a job. She, obviously, went straight to the local preschool and asked if they were hiring, or needed assistance anywhere.
They rejected her, saying that she had no education in teaching, and was probably far too young to be teaching. Now, Fuchsia looked about 3 when she was 5, but trusted the rude principal and went off to learn.
The dean had told her that she could go into a school in Bloodworm Hive to become a teacher. She was ecstatic, and gladly said she would go right away.
She got permission by the dean and Lady Jewel to cross the border between the hives.
Of course, she would never had been allowed to if anyone knew she was a hybrid. Of course she knew, but the orphanage teachers had always taught her that she must keep her hybridization a secret.
When she got there, she realized instantly how different this hive was from Jewel Hive. She went to ask a reddish-brown SilkWing for directions, and she’d cowered in fear, pleading for her mercy. She explained, confounded, that she only needed directions. She told her that the school was two blocks behind Lady Bloodworm’s pavilion, and threw her money, running off. This left Fuchsia puzzled, as a few dragons stared at her in fear.
She didn’t know what to think of the Hive anymore. Did she really want to stay here? Was it always this hectic, dragons running around like it’s an apocalypse? She shook off the suspicion, and continued to the Strict School for Dragonets, or SSFD.
When she’d arrived, she introduced herself warmly, smiling with hope at her dream job that she almost knew was about to have chance at coming true.
The brown-yellow HiveWing, who was quite dull in mind and appearance, tossed her head disdainfully at her and merely told her she needed to be called Doctor Hopper, and led her down the hall.
Class was in session as they strutted down the corridors, and Fuchsia listened intently, eyes sparkling as she introduced the classrooms’ uses. Finally, they came to a double wide arch that led to a room with the floor rising up in three levels and odd semi-circles that were as big as her, as well as long tubes and other strange contraptions.
Doctor Hopper told her this was the music room, also known as her room. She constructed the band of young dragonets that ranged commonly from 3-6 years of age. She’d also explained each “instrument” she’d called the contraptions and what they were used for, how they sounded, but Fuchsia got lost in thought, uninterested. 
Then, when she had finished, she was walked to a classroom with dragonets that were evidently about a year older then her to be their student teacher. She was absolutely ecstatic, introducing herself and was welcomed with a few sunny expressions, yet most were dark or subtly not listening at all.
She quite loved teaching, and being oblivious to the back talking to her and the looks dragons give her, she’s fun to tease, according to the class.
After awhile, Doctor Hopper decided to make up a scheme to rid of Fuchsia, and told the teacher to give her half of the day to teach them. It was a gym day, along with math, history, and her coaching agility.
First came history. She really wasn’t taught very much on it in the orphanage, so she taught about The Scorching, which everyone had already learned and payed no heed at all to her.
Next was math, so she had them do a worksheet, which they all ripped up and played with, making origami while Fuchsia was called out by Doctor Hopper to ask how she was doing. She was promptly yelled at by her, saying if she wanted to be a teacher, she must keep her class under control.
After hunting, which she didn’t have to teach, was agility and gym. She let them do whatever for both until somebody crashed into a tree, injuring themselves badly.
She was kicked from the school onto the streets to fend for herself, and was sent back to Jewel Hive to her small home. She was quite sad, and thought it wasn’t exactly fair that she had been kicked for something a student did.
When she got home, instead of heading straight there, she went out to a nice restaurant to grab something to eat with the little money she had. It was near a pastry shop, and squeezed between two other food shops.
She looked sad as she entered, and the cook asked her gently what was wrong. She told him that, without looking up at him, that she had just been fired unfairly from her dream job in Bloodworm Hive, and was quite lonely too.
He’d snorted at her, saying that she’d had no chance in Bloodworm Hive. He explained that it was the cruelest Hive out there, and usually nobody got hired except for strict old grandparents. He then asked for her order.
When she looked up, she gasped. She hadn’t realized this was a HiveWing! His face was kind, slightly worried, and his eyes told her that he wanted to be somewhere else. His scales were light copper, shiny and handsome, with black speckled like ink blots all over him. His wings buzzed lightly, translucent and golden.
He smiled. He realized that she had thought he was a SilkWing. He liked the lonely SilkWing, who was quite dazzling to him. He introduced himself as Copper, ironically, and she introduced herself as Fuchsia.
After she’d eaten, left, and got home, she thought about that dragon. What did she think of him? Was a question she asked herself many times before finally falling to sleep.
They began hanging out more together, and they finally went to parties together, but they couldn’t stay too close, since they were forbidden to be together.
One day, Copper was taken over by Queen Wasp due to “Suspicious activity” with another SilkWing. He had been hanging out with her, and by her shocked expression, she could tell there was rule breaking here.
Queen Wasp forced him to tell the truth, and Queen Wasp came back one day, telling her that she would never see him again. Copper was under her control, eyes glazed over, hissing at Fuchsia, then strutting away with the Queen.
Something, right there, broke inside of her. Her self-esteem, her real happiness, her heart. She told herself right there that she had been in love, and she had ruined his life forever, as well as her true happiness forever.
She went back to school, trying to distract herself from the depression coming on. She had one friend, Bharal, who had all of the same classes and interests as her. She liked her because she had all of her former happiness.
It did distract her, until one day, she was at a party down in the lower parts of the Hive, when a gang of HiveWings came, with small bombs that did little damage but still blew up a lot.
Her and Bharal ran, flew, but then she insisted they hid and watched the fight to report them back to the Queen. Fuchsia still wanted to run, but trusted Bharal.
While they watched, she saw them go for the orphanage. She gasped, telling Bharal they needed to help the dragonets inside the building.
So they flew in, and managed to rescue a few, but some of them were already out with one of the old dragonets that had raised her. Then, she watched as the kindest dragon in the orphanage was blown up in the explosion.
And as she turned, heart thundering, she saw a familiar Copper body, being torn apart by one of the HiveWings. Everything was going wrong. She only had one dragon left in her life, and that was Bharal. She needed them to get to safety. 
She ran with Bharal, escaping to their small house, since Bharal had lived close by the explosion, and her house had probably blown up.
They rounded up a few stray dragonets from the orphanage and fled the scene, letting Queen Wasp and her mind-controlled minions to clean up the wreckage.
When they reached the house, they needed time to take everything in, but they also needed to do something about the dragonets they had ran to safety.
Bharal suggested they keep them, and Fuchsia knew once she made up her mind, that was the end of the conversation. She didn’t even try to argue, tired and scarred.
There were four, two boys, two girls. One of them was a sad, rainy blue, and she immediately said Rainy, for the eldest male. 
The eldest female, Bharal suggested, should be named Rosewood, since she had always wanted to name her dragonet that. Fuchsia just raised her brows, confused.
They both thought of the name and agreed on Berry, because of the splotches of red and blue that looked like stains of Berry juice.
Then Bharal thought of Cocoa for the plain youngest female, who was brown with white and light brown.
They decided to keep them, since they had nowhere else to go as the orphanage had been blown up by the explosion.
Fuchsia had turned 13, when Bharal gave her a birthday present. She had signed her up for a job interview at the local school for a positive as a teacher to dragonets ages 1-3, which made Fuchsia ecstatic, with love and happiness for her partner.
She went, and was interviewed by a rather skittish younger dragoness, who had a bow wrapped around her horns and bright orange mainscales. She appeared to be a SilkWing.
She eventually got the job, and loved it instantly. Joy flowed across the SilkWing school, but didn’t run straight through Fuchsia. She was still scarred by the event that she had stopped thinking about, and her scales began to dull.
Now in her twenties, Bharal and her living together happily, Fuchsia’s scales continued to dull. She was turning into the shell of a dragon, almost hollowing out herself. But her life couldn’t be happier, so why must she continue to fall? Maybe one day Fuchsia will confess her past, and we’ll really know the truth about how her precious scales turned dull and her life was turned upside down.
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6204A596-FF6B-4CFF-B54A-D3DBB02A66BA.png|Her colour palette
8107F67A-CF8E-40A5-AAF2-BCFB34F9AD76.jpeg|Old, much prettier Fuchsia by me
BDEC847F-CD3A-4B21-BF5E-7C770A8738BF.png|Current Fuchsia using colour palette
Trivia
*for deltas colour palette contest
*researching the colour pink to make her personality sorta like it
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