Vex

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Vex 	Vex
 	
Background Information	Background Information
Creator 	LadyScarab
Main Attribute 	mischief
Elemental Attribute 	shadows
Theme Animal 	magpie
Theme Color 	grey
Theme Song 	type here
MBTI Personality 	type here
Character Information 	Character Information
Age 	5
Gender 	male
Orientation 	gay
Occupation 	thief
Tribe 	nightwing
Goal 	get out of poverty
Residence 	scorpion den
Relatives 	unknown
Allies 	that depends
Enemies 	basically everyone
Likes 	money, food, warmth, hiding, shadows, home, hunting, stealing
Dislikes 	begging, being told what to do
Powers and abilities 	nope
Weapons 	sharp tounge
Quote 	text
.appearance.
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nobody really cares how you look in the scorpion den. not really. so there isn't any point in this. but i'll try. nobody's going to read this anyway. 
i'd say i'm normal. for an urchin, i mean. my scales are a dark grey and when i was young my mother would polish them till they shined. not anymore. she's gone now. why do i care? 
i'm scrawny. like everyone else on the rooftops. you need to be scrawny to survive up there, otherwise your weight will collapse whatever you stand on. scrawny isn't as bad as others make it out to be. but i'm usually hungry. everyone is hungry on the roofs. and below them for that matter.
shadow says to stop griping about hunger and get on with it. i didn't even notice her behind me. now she says to stop writing about her and to go on with what i look like. fine.
i used to look ok, sort of. before the roofs, i was a pampered little prince, figuratively. royalty avoid the den like the plauge. back then, the nightwings scared everyone, and i was given gifts of whatever i wanted. but not what i needed.
in those times i was perfect as a little dragonet could be. glossy scales, glowing eyes, perfect silver horns. i was never seen without jewellery.
now i'm average. maybe worse. my scales no longer sparkle. no more moonstones or tiger's eyes. but maybe i should talk about the parts of me that won't change. ever. shadow says that i'm finally getting to the thing everyone sees about me at first sight. and the reason i'm on a roof at all.
i'll start small. my scales are dark, ashy grey. not out of the ordinary for a nightwing. my eyes are icy blue. my underscales have tones of metallic black, but they're mostly just a darker grey. my features have always been sharp- silver horns that point straight back, and a rigid posture even when i'm not trying.
but my wings. they're a whole other story.
both have been torn to shreds. they have so many holes, like the holes that opened in me when... nevermind. lark says they have exactly 57 tears in each. i'd never be able to fly. so i live on the roofs, with others like me. other.. what's the word..? disabled dragons. i live on a roof with the flightless dragonets who couldn't find a home.
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Category:Work in Progress
Category:Characters
Category:Dragonets
Category:Males
Category:Occupation (Criminal)
Category:Content (LadyScarab)
Category:LGBT+
Category:NightWings
Category:Disabled