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Blue is an adult male Seawing/Sandwing.
== Personality ==
Blue is quiet, aloof, and a terrible conversationalist, purposeful or not. He usually refrains from even inputting into talking that he happens to stumble into and keeps to himself, remaining absent no matter how he may be tempted by intriguing subjects or information. Though he is a bit of a shady figure, he has since sworn himself to honesty and abandoning his past ways of deception and conning in Pyrrhia. He would rather stray from any form of friendship and instead harbor a quiet and seamless life in the HiveWing Kingdom, living out the rest of his ( many ) years in relative isolation. Despite this, he can become very animated. Stuck to sign language, that doesn’t prevent him from having a witty sense of crude humor no doubt derived from his time in the Scorpion’s Den, and he has no problem with stating his mind when he knows he won’t get slapped for it. He can be a coward when pressed with potentially life-altering changes, and would rather stay away from any plots of greater destiny. Even so, he’s got a soft heart that can be swayed by the determination to push past his prickly exterior. 
== Backstory ==
Blue’s story is long and elaborate. Hatched in the SeaWing kingdom, he never knew his parents besides the fact that his mother was a taboo subject amongst the close circle of friends who knew of her, supposedly for betraying her tribe ( and husband ) in favor of some SandWing hotshot, and that his father was entirely unknown to even his uncle, who raised him. Living amongst a collection of pompous and slippery SeaWings gave him a complex of how singled out he truly was, with his lack of gills and pretty much anything that put him in the same category as his SeaWing friends. After a spat and his uncle’s admittance to knowing that his father was somewhere in the Scorpion’s Den, Blue set out to find him and hopefully meet more like-minded dragons who he could feel closer to, rather than a gaggle of aquatics. 
He set out alone, an, admittedly, very bad idea, and eventually had a nasty encounter with a SkyWing who decided that a lost hybrid dragonet was fair game for toying with. Suffering a fire injury, he eventually arrived in the Scorpion’s Den without his voice and without much of a plan. The following years were filled with adventure, pain, and both found and lost friendships that would span many books of dithering, all cut short when magic changed his life. 
Blue had grown accustomed to a life that was located between the coast of Pyrrhia and the Sand Kingdom as a shipwright, building structures and fixing the bridges between Pyrrhia and Pantala and aiding in efforts to further establish relations. In an effort to make money for a short amount of time, he had taken to gathering resources that were common on one continent but not on the other and selling them to make money. This less-than-moral trade was only cut short by angry buyers seeking out his head, and a few others simply seeking out the end of his life over personal feuds he had racked up. It was only when one fateful evening that a SandWing sought out to get him to pay for stealing a compass, one he had snagged in order to aid in his travels and to have a personal artifact. The SandWing hypnotized him into forfeiting all of his possessions and was only finished with him when he was made to break the compass, left without resources and a living.
He decided, then, that he wasn’t the greatest fan of magic — not when it had been used to deprive him of all he knew besides rusty glasses and a broken compass.
Now foreseeing the spreading of word through the Scorpion Den of his location and exploits, good and bad, he fled, making the travel across the bridges between continents that he helped upkeep and repair. He sought to restart his life in Pantala in the Hive Kingdom, working as a sellsword for nobles who needed someone to work for hire, or simply a laborer about the Kingdom.  He refuses to share his story, no matter how many ask, and would much rather forget about his past life on Pyrrhia and never return.
== Appearance ==
Blue has a stocky build and is wide in the shoulders. He has the muscle of a sandwing while being slightly shorter than one, and has the webbed talons of a seawing. His scales carry a blue luster seen more often in the sea-faring tribe that is only slightly dulled by exposure to high winds and sand. He has dark horns and a frill that trails down his back and the center of his neck to his underbelly, framed by a lighter shade of blue. His scales are all mainly a gray-blue color with hints of a darker blue and a soft, pale sky-blue underbelly. His eyes are a dark brown, face completed with a handsome curve to his snout and angular brow. He wears glasses to aid his vision, and carries a busted compass around his neck. He has frequent scars on his neck and a large burn scar on the back of his front left leg. He also lacks gills, and instead has flat SandWing scales plastered to his neck. Blue has a stocky and muscular physique completed with his broad shoulders and SandWing physique. Gifted with the build of a SeaWing in his legs, this makes him an excellent laborer and also physically strong to make up for his lack of fire.
Blue has scars on his neck and one noticeable cut across his lip. He has a deep cut on his underbelly and a few scrapes on his talons here and there, including a burn scar on the underside of his front left leg. The inside of his throat is burnt and scarred heavily, and he has difficulty eating and talking due to this.
Blue has difficulty speaking due to an injury in which he discovered that Seawings ( and by extent, SeaWing hybrids ) do not have fireproof scales on the back of their throat like SandWings do. In an attempt to defend himself by breathing fire, he injured his voice box and tongue. He now saves his ability to expel flame for the greatest emergencies.
Blue has thin, ( false ) gold glasses that are coated in a thin layer of rust. He also wears a somewhat busted compass around his neck on a thin, black wire.
Category:Hybrid