Conspiracy

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Conspiracy 	Conspiracy
 	
Background Information	Background Information
Creator 	Sby
Artist 	Sunset
Coder 	Jelly
Main Attribute 	Curious, scarred, artistic
Elemental Attribute 	Paint
Theme Animal 	Painted dog
Theme Color 	Violet/navy/magenta/turquoise
Theme Song 	Believer -Imagine Dragons
MBTI Personality 	MBTI-A/T (The 'Type)
Character Information 	Character Information
Age 	8
Gender 	Male
Orientation 	Heterosexual
Occupation 	Student
Nicknames 	Cee
Tribe 	NightWing
Goal 	Show his parents how thankful he is, do well in school, recover
Residence 	Sky Kingdom
Relatives 	Sparkler (Adoptive mother) Peach (Adoptive mother)
Allies 	His family, his therapist
Enemies 	Tba
Likes 	Painting, drawing, chalk, canvas, school, SkyWings, family, exploring
Dislikes 	Loneliness, loss, pain, fear, cold, being bullied, abuse
Powers and abilities 	NightWing abilities, very artistic
Weapons 	NightWing weapons
Ships 	OPEN
Quote 		"Someone’s... here?"
Appearance
"Oh moons, I’m bad at introductions" 
~Conspiracy
A NightWing in the Sky Kingdom is an odd enough sight. When the NightWing looks odd even among their own tribe, things get even stranger. This is apparent in a rather different NightWing dragonet enrolled in Sparks Academy, a slightly small student named Conspiracy. His appearance gets lots of stares, and not just from the SkyWings.
His build isn’t the odd part. He looks, in that respect, very normal. He has no broken bones, nothing damaged, no odd parts in any way. He is a little small for his age, and that could be something that others find so odd, but it’s likely ignored when they take in the full picture.
Conspiracy isn’t black, silver and purple like nearly every other NightWing in existence. He’s got those colours on him, but only purple really shows through. His mainscales are actually blue. Dark, navy blue, but still blue. They look sort of black at first, but the blue soon becomes visible.
His underbelly is magenta, not the typical silver of most his tribe members. It’s a rather nice colour, too. Once you get past the strange part, it actually looks quite pretty.
His underwings are violet. The same colour as the bottom of his head, but a bit darker. The colour is a bit odd for that part of a NightWing, but it’s still a NightWing colour. That’s not the weird part. Conspiracy lacks the trademark silver star scales on his membrane, instead having just solid violet. The fronts of his limbs are turquoise, like a beautiful clear, clean lake.
The less noticeable parts of him are his natural, regular silver horns and his black spines. He also has dark green eyes filled with wonder and curiosity. He also has tiny scars, hardly noticeable, mostly hidden as he tries to hide them, but nothing compared to the internal scars. Conspiracy, at home, can often be found wearing a paint-splattered smock, or clutching a big sketchbook awkwardly.
Personality
"What’s that? And that? And that?" 
~Conspiracy
Long ago, the NightWings were secretive liars, only revealing things that would work to their advantage. They were master manipulators, and believed they were the smartest tribe. The tribe has come a long way since then, it seems.
Conspiracy is nothing like the NightWings before. He’s still a bit of an oddity in terms of his looks and tribe, but he fits in alright at school among the SkyWings because he’s a dragon they can get along with. He’s not a ‘popular kid,’ far from it, but he’s got friends. He knows how to make dragons laugh, even if he’s not always that funny.
Most of all, he’s a curious dragonet. Conspiracy loves to ask questions. He may be nearly an adult, but he still constantly interrogates his parents with questions about the world, himself, the SkyWings, and everything around him. Like a tiny dragonet, he’s always asking why, and how. He likes to learn, that’s the gist of it. He enjoys learning new things. He doesn’t aspire to know everything or something like that, no, he just likes to know what he can.
He’s a bit of an oddball, but not so strange that he’s disliked. He’s an oddball just from being a NightWing in a SkyWing world, but that’s not the part I’m talking about here. He’s got his own quirks, little things that just make him more interesting. Sometimes something will just pop into his head and he’ll say it, no matter the situation.
He’s a dragonet who appears to be sheltered, to have no idea of the horrors the world can hold. He seems like a dragonet who has only known happiness, because that’s all he ever seems to show, his adorable smile. He seems like a bundle of pure innocence. Maybe that’s what he could have been, if he’d grown up in this family. Instead of a place that was anything but peaceful and innocent.
Despite his appearance of being a pure, innocent dragon, Conspiracy has aspects of his personality that are anything but happy and pure. Living in such a horrible place as Halamola left emotional scars that would never fade. 
Conspiracy doesn’t always believe dragons when they compliment him. Years of verbal abuse and bullying has caused him to have much lower self-esteem than he’d likely have had had he grown up in a loving family since hatching. He still feels uncomfortable under a stranger’s gaze, although he’s improved. He takes both kind criticism and mean insults way harder than he should.
Abilities
"Woah, that is one cool dragon" 
~Conspiracy
Physical
Conspiracy isn’t entirely physically gifted. He’s a small dragon, and he doesn’t have much muscle. He’d likely lose a fight if he took one on. Although, maybe he wouldn’t. Despite not being all that strong, he’s a speedy little dragon. Maybe he’d be able to land a few punches before his opponent even saw him coming. Anyway, this speed helped him avoid a lot of physical bullying at Halamola Orphanage, his small size and speed helping him avoid the sharp claws of the tyrants that lived there.
Mental
Conspiracy is pretty smart. He may not be a genius, but he does well in school. He excels at mathematics, but he doesn’t pay much attention to it. It’s not his true passion or talent. His true mental talent is his imagination. Conspiracy can picture vivid, beautiful images in his brain, and that likely contributes to his art talent. Instead of starting from scratch, it’s like he’s copying from another piece, but it’s in his brain, making it much easier.
Tribal
Having hatched under a half moon and not a full one, Conspiracy’s tribal powers aren’t all that special. Still, his scales are dark enough that if he crouches and hides his wings, he can disappear into shadows and the night. Like his adoptive parents (SkyWings) and the rest of his tribe, Conspiracy can breathe fire. At least he’s got something, right?
History
"They all look so different from me!" 
~Conspiracy
One day, a tiny dragonet, only one day old, opened his eyes to an unfamiliar setting. He wasn’t in a dragoness’s arms, as he had been when he fell asleep. He could hardly turn around, but he knew this wasn’t the starry sky he’d fallen asleep under. He was in a tiny basket with a little blanket over him. Suddenly a blue snout loomed over him. 
“BOO!” it yelled, and he started to wail in fright. The culprit disappeared, and suddenly he was picked up. Now, finally he had a view of the room he was in. Full of tiny dragonets like him. The dragon holding him hissed at him to be quiet, which only made him wail more.
This place was Halamola Orphanage, and it was where he would live for a long long time. Little did he know while he was in that basket, this little place would soon become his worst nightmare.
Halamola was filled with dragonets who had been unwanted. Some were young dragonets, but others were disowned or kicked out because of how horrible they were. Poor Conspiracy was nothing like those dragonets, and so he became what the outsiders always became: a target.
He was a speedy little dragonet, so they weren’t able to land many physical blows. That didn’t stop them. Occasionally when they had the chance they’d leave a nasty cut on his leg or cheek, but mostly they teased him. This wasn’t just friendly teasing, no, it was bullying. They laughed at the weird parts of him, his colours, telling him no one would ever adopt such a freak.
They were right. For five long years, he spent every day and every night hoping, praying for a family that wouldn’t come. Every time parents went through looking for a dragonet, he’d put on his cutest smile in hopes that they’d want him, but they just glanced at him, grimaced, then moved on. Adoption days were Sundays, so when they returned to school the next day, someone always pointed him out, laughing, “Aw, poor widdle Freakshow got rejected again.” Then a chorus of laughs would fill the air and he’d bury his head in his talons, hoping that next week he’d get lucky.
Oddly, the adoption system was much like pet adoptions. Parents came in and looked at the dragonets, finally choosing one they wanted. The only difference was that the dragonets weren’t caged, and they could talk to the dragons coming in. That didn’t matter much. No one ever even wanted to look at him, let alone talk to him.
In the beginning he had been hopeful, but after weeks that stretched into months into years, he began to believe he’d never get out until he became an adult. However, a part of him still held on, and that stopped him from giving in to the bullying, the teasing.
Every time a family came in, he’d hide his wings and bow his head. It didn’t make him look any more like a great dragonet to adopt, but he did it anyway. They hadn’t broken him yet, but the others were starting to get to him, tearing away his spirit. One of the only things that kept him going was a paint set he’d found. 
It didn’t take him long to discover his natural talent for painting, and he began to scavenge for spare paper, cardboard, anything he could paint on to waste away the hours of loneliness. The art teacher was horrible, so he had to rely on his natural abilities to improve.
Then the day came. It was a day when only a glimmer of hope remained, but that glimmer changed everything, changed his whole life. That glimmer was what caused him to look up at the prospective parents, and lock eyes with one of the SkyWings coming in. She saw the pain in his eyes, and before he knew what was happening, she walked over to him.
“Hey sweetheart,” she said warmly, and he lifted his head again. “Welcome to the family.”
He could hardly believe it, and it took him a moment to register what was happening. It took the SkyWing tugging lightly on his arm for him to snap out of his shock and realize that the thing he never thought would ever happen had finally happened. As he walked with the SkyWing couple, he held their talons tightly. Glancing around the room, he saw the gaping faces of the dragons who had bullied him.
“Please tell me this isn’t just a dream,” he pleaded to the other SkyWing.
She smiled warmly at him and replied, “My dear, you’re awake. This is real. You’re getting a real family, and a real home.”
Home. He had never really had one, had he? His real mother and father had left him, and this place wasn’t a home at all. Now, he was finally getting one. A family too. It may not have been a mom and a dad, but to him, it didn’t matter. They were a family that would love him in a way his birth parents never did.
The next few days went by in a blur. He hardly remembered all the signing and checks that resulted in him being the official adopted son of two SkyWings, Sparkler and Peach. He could barely recall the details of the trip to the Sky Kingdom. All he clearly remembered was when he took his first steps into his new house. His home.
Peach, the dragoness who’d softly tugged his arm, who’d decided he was perfect for them, opened a door and he gasped, for in the room was a beautiful bed, something that looked immensely more comfortable than his bed at Halamola. The room was otherwise empty.
“We’ll decorate it with whatever you want, Conspiracy. Make it your own,” she said warmly. “As long as it’s not too expensive.” Then she laughed, a beautiful, tinkling laugh, and as he listened to it, he couldn’t help laughing too. She smiled at him, and he smiled back. 
“What are you two chuckling about?” Sparkler smirked as she walked into the doorway. She looked at Conspiracy, then at her wife, a nearly identical smile on her snout. Then she started to laugh too, and it was at that moment that Conspiracy realized that he’d finally found a safe, happy place. A home.
After a couple weeks of settling in, his parents enrolled him in a SkyWing Academy. A place called the Academy of Embers, popular for its highly-qualified teaching staff and acceptance. The school was happy to allow a NightWing to enroll, despite every other dragon at the school either being a purebred SkyWing or a SkyWing hybrid.
His first day at school went about how his new parents had expected. The teachers and students, though a little shocked, were more than welcoming, for the most part. He got odd stares, yes, but when he sat down to eat his lunch, he was mostly ignored. It went on like this for a while, and he started to believe they hated him, that their smiles were fake.
Then, one day, a young dragoness sat down at his table. She was a dark orange dragon, with golden eyes. She started to talk to him, and after a couple weeks, he started to trust her. Her smile seemed so genuine. She introduced him to her other friends, some girls, some boys. It was a group of five, including him, but that was all he needed. Her name was Papaya, her two female friends named Saffron and Canary, her male friend named Inferno.
Still, for months, some nights he couldn’t sleep, waking up constantly from nightmares that he was being torn away, forced back into Halamola. One night, Sparkler heard him crying, and she came in, asking him what was wrong. At first, he pretended it was nothing, but eventually he caved and told her. She hugged him tightly and told him she knew exactly what to do.
The next day, she asked if he would be willing to go to therapy to help him. She’d noticed problems in his self-esteem, and this was what really convinced her he needed a professional to help him. She told Conspiracy that she and Peach would try their absolute best to take care of him, but they were no experts on dealing with trauma. At first, he didn’t really want to, but eventually he agreed.
They signed him up with a brightly-coloured dragoness named Flash. She had a bright, bubbly personality, but she was serious enough when she needed to be, and although he disliked therapy at first, he grew to appreciate her for who she was and how much she was helping her.
He continued with his passion for art, and occasionally showed Flash his pieces if he was especially proud of them. He constantly gives his friends and adoptive family homemade gifts like canvas paintings, ceramic paintings, or pottery.
At eight years old, he’s nearly ready to take off on his own, the therapy lessening the biggest problems that Halamola caused. He’s grown very close to both his parents, and he’s very tight with his friends. Life is much, much better than it was three years ago, and he’s never stopped being grateful.
Relationships
"I love you moms!!" 
~Conspiracy
Peach: Conspiracy loves both his parents equally, but he’s especially thankful for Peach, who decided she wanted him over all the other proud, confident, regular, nice-looking dragonets at Halamola. She stopped him from living three extra years in a cold, unloving place, and instead in a warm, happy home. He thinks she’s amazing.
Sparkler: His other parent, Conspiracy thinks Sparkler is awesome. She’s got a great sense of humour and it’s clear exactly how much she cares for Peach. Their happiness together makes him happy. Sparkler is also a little mischievous, letting him get away with some things Peach wouldn’t and occasionally convincing him to play pranks on her wife.
Papaya: Conspiracy may have a whole friend group, but Papaya will always be his bestie. Others always make fun of them, saying they’re in love, but they simply have one of the best platonic friendships of the whole kingdom. They build each other up, but don’t let each other get too big-headed. They aren’t afraid to greet each other with big bear hugs, and hang out a lot. She is the dragoness that won’t let him hate on himself. If he doesn’t believe her compliments, she’ll make him.
Saffron and Canary: Saffron and Canary are identical twins, and the biggest jokesters Conspiracy’s ever met! They’re always smiling and cracking jokes, both good ones and hilariously bad ones. They’re big pranksters, too, using their identical appearances to pretend to be one another, as well as just pulling regular pranks. There’s never a boring moment with these two, and he thinks they’re awesome.
Inferno: At first glance, Inferno is your typical ‘smart kid’. Straight As, glasses, usually seen with his nose in a book. Yet Conspiracy’s learned that he’s much more than that. He’s not only book-smart, he’s street-smart, and he’s helped Conspiracy, the twins, and Papaya out of more problems than any of them can count. Inferno doesn’t always seem like the friendliest kid, but he’s actually a loyal, caring friend, and Conspiracy really likes him.
Flash: Flash may have started out as an annoying therapist he had to go to, but now, that’s the worst way to describe her. She has the perfect balance of happiness and seriousness in her personality that she can help him while making him feel safe. He greatly appreciates her, and almost thinks of her as a kind of friend. She’s helped him a lot.
Orca: Tba
Trivia
"School, here I come!!" 
~Conspiracy
*His favourite art forms are painting and pottery
*Conspiracy will defend his parents whenever they’re verbally attacked for being lesbian 
*He doesn’t love reading, but he likes being read to, despite being basically an adult
*He appreciates his therapist a lot, and sends her cards for her birthday and Christmas 
*Actually not a big reader, though he doesn’t hate it 
*Likes both monochrome and brightly-coloured paintings
*Is inspired by many great artists 
Gallery
"No pain no gain, I guess? Is that the saying? It’s true." 
~Conspiracy
Conspiracy.png|jadabase + me
Conspiracy Ref.png|joy ang + luna
Conspiracy request.png|sunset
62607601-761C-454A-B7C1-57475702902C.jpeg|crowthedragon
ConspiracyAnaphoraa.jpeg|anaphoraa
Conspiracyh.png|cloud (base) + me (colour)
382C60FF-D7B2-4DE3-8B76-C595583D145F.jpeg|anubis
BEEB454F-8A36-408B-9EE1-0ABD51253DA8.jpeg|aesthetic
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