Patroclus

P A T R O C L U S 
 ⇺ he/they ◈ aro-ace ◈ sea/night ⇻ 
 
PATROCLUS 	PATROCLUS
 	
Background 	Background
Artist 	radar
Creator 	fritz
Code Base 	himmalerin
Attribute 	healing
Element 	lonely boats / melting candles
Color 	maroon / silver / purple
Animal 	squid / octopus
Character 	Character
Age 	adult
Gender 	agender
Orientation	cupio-ace
Alias 	the healer
Occupation 	healer
Tribe 	sea/night
Allies 	artemis (somewhat unwillingly) / achilles / hekate (formerly)
Abilities 	healing power / night vision / underwater breathing
Weaknesses 	physically weak / lack of fire
 
 appearance 
 
a tall and lanky being, often with his body covered by a sleek, dark grey cloak with golden hemming, pinned together with a chaandesh crest. obscuring the dark scales underneath. he stands up straight, head tilted upwards with a refined stateliness. 
his body is a dark shade of magenta, fading into a softer indigo around his legs and tail. three squid-like tentacles act as ears, lit up with the bioluminescent stripes of a seawing. 
his wings are small, as typical of a seawing, and folded regally, kept close to his body. they rarely use their wings either way, preferring to walk, thus developing considerably muscular legs. 
* tall and lanky. quite thin, perhaps. doesn't slouch at all, has perfect posture at all times.
* dark magenta scales that are quite sparkly, and a little shiny, too, well-polished. doesn't care for that, though. 
*light blue accents, specifically the one decorating the underneath of his eyes. the bioluminescent scales from his seawing side are of the same shade. 
*has squid-like tentacles as ears. was made fun of it, once. 
well people die every day 
i wouldn't have it any other way 
i just think they should feel good while they are alive
 personality 
 
* logic-orientated. rarely displays emotion.
* smiles a lot in a neutral way. not very... real, if you'd look close enough. 
* impartial to death, now. you can't scar who has already been scarred. it's the natural course of life. it happens to everybody. 
* reserved, just... really calm. 
i went to school, i got good grades 
i don't know what you want me to say 
but tell me faster, 'cause you're running out of time
 abilities 
 
*night vision - patroclus has considerably good night vision, as a result of genetics from both tribes. at the same time, this causes patroclus to lack the ability to distinguish colors.
*echolocation - similarly to a bat, patroclus possesses echolocation, once again stemming from the genetics of both parents. 
*aptitude with healing - patroclus is, without a doubt, a skilled healer. 
*agility - despite his lankiness, patroclus is generally quite agile due to his thinner build. 
well, people die every day 
i wouldn't have it any other way 
i just think they should feel okay while they're alive
 history 
 
Patroclus was four when he was swept away from the orphanage into the glittering halls of the palace. He doesn’t remember that day, not anymore.
He does remember the days in which he agonized over the stacks upon stacks of medical textbooks. Learning about emergency response, back injuries, bone setting. And then moving on to hymns, and he remembers whispering to Epione, the deity of healing. They remember staring at his palms until they were bathed in a warm, golden glow. They remember the first time it had happened, and the nausea that had followed. He’d stumbled back into his rooms, dizzy and faint from the magic that coursed through his veins.
It should have been a miracle, they think. A scrappy, little dragonet living on the streets, now one of the ones to be held in highest regard and utmost respect. He should be grateful, and he knows it. He’s reminded of it every day. 
He remembers Heka. It’s strange, he thinks. How could he miss someone that he never knew, really? How could he miss someone who’d hurt him so badly? They don’t know. 
He grew up in the palace for the majority of his life, afterwards. Treating patients, reading, and following instructions. A dark cloak had clipped around his shoulders when he turned five, constraining and tightening his breath. It swept on the floor, a sign of status he didn't own. 
He met Achilles when he was six. The golden prince, just as noble and regal as he expected. They were contestants, rivals of sorts, Patroclus thinks as he catches the older dragonet's gaze briefly. A fish eying the hook. They formed a temporary, wavering friendship of sorts, out of stilted banter and clipped words.
i wanted to help people 
i thought that i could save the sick 
and if it's all the same to you, there's one more thing i gotta do
 relationships 
 
achilles (neutral) - friends and colleagues out of convenience, if nothing else.
artemis (mixed) - they're okay, he supposes. their boss out of convenience more than true loyalty... well. follow artemis' orders, that's what hekate told him to do. ignore the pain and hurt that comes with it. it's okay. it's all okay. 
hekate (neutral) - his mentor, the one who honed his medical ability. they remember it still, spending every moment in the infirmary. the medical textbooks, bone setting, chanting hymns. they wouldn't be where they are without her... but they're not sure whether that's a good thing or not. 
i made it through all four years
and then almost a decade more
i asked the right questions
i never even really got bored
 relationships 
 
please follow this ref when drawing him!
Patroclus Omori.png| fritz 
Maroon squids.png| fritz 
Patroclus Isaac.webp| isaac 
Patroclus .planetarypluto..webp| pluto 
Swear on the styx.webp| radar 
The day i turned 17..png| charlie 
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Category:NightWings
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