Demaphoon

Another Character Woo
==Intro==
(Badda bing badda boom)
Your head slams against the hard stone wall. Stars twinkle and glitter in your eyes, dancing and jeering at you. You clench your forehead tightly, trying to block out the pain. Your attacker grabs your neck and pulls you in close, so you can get a good look at their stupid, smiling face. 
"Let's try that again, shall we? Where are the prison keys?" His voice slides like poisoned honey, curling around your ears. His dumb blue face still smiles up at you. You hate this dragon. He looked like some kind of leafwing, but far too dark, and far too blue. And far too shiny. The idiot looks like he bathed himself in sunflower oil before coming to beat you up. 
You snarl back at him, "Why are you attacking me? My boss wanted this dragon jailed, I just followed orders!"
Your attacker sighs and clicks his tongue in tHE MOST condescending way. If you weren't afraid of what his two henchmen standing next to him could do, you would have pummeled his face into a bloody pulp. 
"You know, you're not wrong. Your boss was the one to help a poor, starving dragon get back up on his feet, turned around and called it a debt, aaand had this dragon jailed the moment he could float. Buuuuuuut..." He paused, flipping his head back and glancing behind him, before looking back and jabbing a stupid pointed finger practically up your snout, "... You know where the keys are. Not him. So do me, and yourself, a favor, and just spill the tea."
His grip on your neck tightens, and you gurgle out, "Eat dirt." The dragon sighs and releases your neck, letting you slide to the floor, gasping and coughing for a breath of air. The dragon's underlings step forwards and grab your arms and wings, pinning you to the floor. 
They ponder for a second, before smiling, "Not going to talk? That's fine. I can make you talk." He raises his arm up high over his head. So he's going to beat the answer out of you? Idiot. You're far better than to squeak to a something as primitive as a beating. You brace yourself for impact. 
They bring their arm right down besides you, and it shatters on the floor next to you. It actually shatters. Bits of his arm, shimmering like glass, fly up into the air and cut at your face. This freaking dragon only winces for a second, but smiles again, picking up his arm and twirling it around like a baton. A steaming, glittering, sky-blue sludge oozes from the open wound, much to your horror and his lack of surprise. 
The dragon glances at you, and your gut sinks like a stone. He cheerfully chirps, "Open wide!" The other two grab your snout and force it open, as you writhe and snap to fight them. The dragon casts one more smile at you before ramming the arm down your throat, and you black out. 
==Appearance==
What a stunning dragon. Really. As a hybrid, he clearly inherited some of the prettier aspects. Wings shaped like maple leaves, but in the colors of a glittering crystal, gracefully outlined by his dark scales. And does he glitter. Demaphoon seems perfectly shiny. Too shiny. Like his body was made out of glass. 
As it turns out, that's not that far from the truth. Demaphoon is literally cursed to be made of glass. When you touch his arm, or his wings, it'll feel like soft flesh or firm scales. But at the moment it's struck, it fractures and shatters like the glass he looks like. The cracked edges of what remains will feel cold and sharp. Only a little ways up, however, their flesh turns warm again and it feels like you just broke off a dragon's limb. Congratulations. Since his body is made of glass, he can't stitch his limbs back on. He has to tie his limb back on and wait for it to heal. 
On the topic of fracturing limbs, what's that, leaking out of the end of the stub? His blood? But it's so... glittery. It's rather difficult to tell if their internal organs are glass too, because whenever his body breaks, this oozing, thick, sky blue sludge is quick to fill up any gaps and block the view inside. It doesn't have any healing properties, like regular blood. If he loses too much of his glitter blood, he'll die. Like a regular dragon. However, his blue blood does have some fun properties. More on that later. 
As for Demaphoon's regular street appearance and not what you'd find if they were tied up in your basement, he doesn't seem to enjoy flashy things. Or being particularly clean. His dark, dusky brown cap is covered in scratches and nicks, he's almost always wearing some kind of bandage, likely from his latest arm-snapping. He spends most of his time with Dandelion, his adopted dragonet. He's always watching over her, answering her little questions, and carrying her around. He's generally kind to the locals as well, no matter how strange and glasslike he is.
==Abilities==
Being made of glass does have its perks. As fragile as his body is, the glass on Demaphoon's body can sustain a fair amount of scratches and nicks without bleeding. He also seems to have a complete lack of pain receptors, sometimes even failing to notice when his left foot flies right off from a stray arrow. He can feel differences in temperature and pressure, and can feel pain from excessive heat, but cracks and damage don't bother him. 
Demaphoon didn't inherit the abilities from either of his tribes', but that doesn't mean he has at least one trick up his sleeve. Demaphoon's blood, when consumed (according to some dragons, it tastes like rotten cherries. Whatever that's supposed to mean) gives the consumer prophetic visions. Not in a fun, kind way. It's more like getting mentally stampeded by a Clearsight-level amount of visions of the next year, all within about 30 seconds to two minutes. The prophetic equivalent to whiplash can cause dragons to black out, have seizures, migraines, etc, sleeptalk, and rarely experience the side effect of death. 
If one does survive the mental battery, their now heavily disoriented face is subjected to Demaphoon's clever tongue. His now cheery and startling demeanor can easily lull the already confused dragons into sinking ships. It's far easier to get the uncooperative dragons to cooperate with Demaphoon under a dreamy state. 
As a thief and royal enemy #1, Demaphoon still has a few characteristics of the common criminal. In particular, he's really skilled with some weapons. He can twirl a knife like it's not a sharp object, tie up dragons with a rope faster than they can blink, and snipe the average noob with a longbow. As such, it's not uncommon that he carries his longbow with him, a real talking point of conversation. Rightfully so, as it's his favorite weapon. In particular, he find it funny to blunt the ends of his arrows and fire them at unsuspecting guards, watching them get angry at each other until they realize that it was a bow. He finds a comedic joy in general tomfoolery and toying with those who clearly have better things to do. 
==Personality==
Meeting Demaphoon on the street, or perhaps at a bar, in the market, wherever, the last thing you'd think was this dragon is definitely a criminal. He's just seems so sweet and chill. He doesn't have the aggressive, hateful vibes of an overly aggressive dragon beating some down, the inwards, deeply loathing scowl of a serial killer, or the sly, oily smile of a conman. He does have completely unwarranted confidence, you'll grant him that, but he seems just... chill. Too unbothered with life and too cheery to ever spiral into that kind of hole. He seems more like a fruit-gatherer, or someone who makes little glass animals to display in a little shop, just trying to get by for them and their little dragonet. Maybe you saw it, but if Demaphoon's out on a casual stroll, you can be assured that his little dragonet, Dandelion, is always there. He loves Dandelion to the moon and back and will fight you for her. 
Meeting Demaphoon at the claws of his talons, however, is a different story. So unbothered with your pain, so cheery despite the blood he draws from your neck. Demaphoon has such a terrifying air of determination, dead set on getting what he wants. You're merely an obstacle. There's a good reason his partners call him "Cold Glass Heart." And he's always so bloody happy. Never a frown on his face when he works, Even when he makes harrowing threats or demands you to do something, you can't be sure you're supposed to take him seriously. It seems as if he's telling you a joke. He doesn't seem malicious, either. He doesn't seem to be taking some sick joy from your suffering. Dema just seems... happy to be here? A little bothered with your stubbornness, but not looking to beat you up. Just has to do what he has to do to remove the obstacle. 
But if you're a hungry dragonet, or trapped under the burden of debit, Dema just might be your savior. If there's one thing consistent with his line of crime, it's his kindness towards the lesser dragon. The put-upon. The little guy. Demaphoon rarely keeps any spoils. They only carry their clothes and a few tools. Everything is else is passed down to those in need or the less fortunate. He'll never explain why he does what he does, he just feels its the right thing to do. That, and his utter and undeniable hatred of royalty. Demaphoon will eat up your thanks and appreciation for his acts, but almost always denies any physical object of gratitude. 
And if you're one of his right-talon dragons, he's more than bizarre than anyone else. No clear impression of a desire to keep going, no actual seriousness about that job. It seems as if he'd rather be a stay-at-home parent for his little dragonet. And yet he's always the first to find targets, first to jump to the aid of another. He's also one of the more calmer dragons, never complaining, just calmly, and cheerily mind you. 
Demaphoon seems to be a kind, well-meaning soul. Even if his tongue twists clever words, you can be sure he's doing it for a good cause. Never a frown on this dragon's face, even when he shatters his own arm to poison some poor guard with it. His callous disregard of the safety of other dragons is not something you want to be on the wrong end of. This seeming lack of caring gives of the impression of a lazy, ignorant dragon who should have quit after a week, yet somehow the master criminal stealing from the rich and giving to the poor.
== History==
Like all great dragons, Demaphoon didn't start with toppling the monarchy in mind. His parents, the Leafwing Hemlock and the Nightwing Stonedance had moved to the outskirts of the Nightwing kingdom, where some Nightwings had chosen to stay, either refusing to live under Glory's rule or out of spite for someone else. 
*Hatched with fragile bones and was sick often as a dragonet
*Lived near the edge of the rainforest and the old Nightwing kingdom, in like, a small town or smthin
*Their parents sheltered them b/c they didn't want him to hurt
* He kept begging his parents to let him go outside and do stuff cause they were sick of being indoors
* They fnally let him do smol tasks like, pick up food or "give this to the neighbor"
*A bunch of dragons started to pick on em b/c he was weird and seemed weak
*He kept trying to avoid them but they kept finding em
*One time he tripped on a rock and broke their leg
*The other dragons found that rlly funny for some reason and one of them decided to be rlly mean
*They cursed his body to become glasslike, and his broken leg snapped off entirely
*The bullies found that extremely interesting
*Dema grabbed their leg and ran home crying to his parents
* They tried to comfort him but he was sick of being comforted
*There and then did he decide that he was sick of being handed the L by life, and went to do something about it
*Was not going to treat his curse like a curse
* Ran away from home 2 make a name for himself
* That's how his crime gig started
* Along the way his learned his "blood" did some rlly weird things
*He now does crime for a living, hoping to track down the dragon that cursed him
*At some point he adopted an orphan, Dandelion, and is raising her as his own
*Very much loves her
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Probably a gallery-? Idk whatever
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