The Canary

The Canary
 
“you're not even trying / complacent and dying / what happened to telling fate no?”
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Mezepheles 	Mezepheles
Aliases 	Many
Status 	Alive
Age 	14 dy / 25 hy
Pronouns 	they/them
Orientation	?
Tribe 	RainWings
Goal 	They're not sure of it themself
Residence 	Snowshank
Abilities 	Black magic, standard RainWing abilities
Loves 	Acanthus Blight-Blade (it's... complicated)
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:A faceless one among many. An exceptionally good fighter, a surprisingly precocious dragonet, a wonderfully talented soldier.
:A bodyguard, the Queen's Protector, the one safeguarding the crown, the palace's guardian.
:A traitor, an assassin, a symbol in the narrative of deceit and corruption. A coward. A criminal that will be brought to be justice.
:They've had many names.
:“Canary,” she'd always call them.
Appearance
 
:Yellow and black. Colors of a warning and a threat. That's what the Canary was meant to be. A perfect, poised statue always hovering a step behind the queen. That's what they managed to be, for a while. A shadow of a dragon, eyes concealed by a helmet of metal and whalebone, always watching and ready to exterminate any threat.
:Their hues changed more often as a dragonet, though always dulled by the low light of winter. A scrawny little dragonet that was always half camouflaged—gray as the snow in winter, only to take on the rich reds and yellows of summertime wildflowers a few months later. Young, flighty, and messy, they never bothered to tuck away their wings or pick at the dirt under their talons.
:The crown plucked them out of that mining town and in turn culled them of their character. They learned to be still. Pristine, as the aristocratic ranks of Snowshank should be. Their face and scales smoothed away any expressiveness, head held high to appear taller than what their natural stature offered—the perfect impassive and imitating guard. Yet the tension in their muscles and the agitation in their heart only grew stronger with time.
:They settled on yellow and black. The colors of the sun Snowshank so loved, though weaved with darkness lest the ultimately disposable guard outshine the queen. An odd concern to have, with armor obscuring the shades of their scales for much of their waking hours. Still, it was never their place to question what nobility demanded of them.
:That too could not last.
:The explosion ended that epoch, though it tore away much more. It stripped them of their status and their armor, revealing the changes that years had impressed upon them. Their eyes were always dark, but the deep dark brown is suffocating now, any sparks now long drowned out. Their scales still shimmer with the ability to change, but the luster is pallid, dulled, and a little too pale.
:It left a scar as well, a twisted dark thing that extends from their right check down to their shoulders. A scar much darker than it should be, one that sunk under their scales and tore the voice from their throat. Formed by their circumstance, the resemblance is nevertheless there.
:Quite convenient, then, that they were stripped of their memories too.
Personality
 
A being driven by anger, spite, and all the emotions too strong to control. They had a name once, whatever it was. It no longer matters.
or, me when i have amnesia and get told i'm actually a guy that i am not. lol.
*was an angry wreck that needed therapy
*now more mellow but also still needs therapy probably
*wow they are desperately unwell
History
 
:They were [a faceless one among many], born in one of many towns that built up around the mountains, communities that sprouted for the simple purpose of extracting precious metals from the ground beneath their talons. Like all else, the name has slipped their mind. That was where they spent the first three years of their life, too young to be of any use and left free to wander the town. 
:Spats with the other dragonets were common, bored as they all were. It was a scrappy, messy kind of fighting they all learned, one more for play than true conflict. Yet it seemed this was what the crown was looking for: [an exceptionally good fighter].
:The guard came sweeping through the town, plucking them, along with several others, out of the crowd, whisking them away to a palace that had been nothing more than a vague shape on the horizon. All the dragonets had to learn their place in the world quickly. They were here to train, to learn, and the best would be able to become part of the queen's guard. The rest would be tossed back out, left to cobble together a living like all the rest.
:They proved themself to be [a surprisingly precocious dragonet], quick to take on the responsibilities handed down to them, without a single complaint. They learned the proper forms of combat, the correct etiquette, and everything else nobility should be. Their precise purpose then was yet to be determined. Dragonets were trained, churned through the system. Some assigned to watchtowers and outposts, others to the standing army, a select few part of the queen's royal guard. If one were to be perfect, they could stand by the queen.
:They were [a wonderfully talented soldier], and though there were... reservations, they soon took up that mantle. [A bodyguard], though that was a rough word with unwieldy weight that the crown would never use. No, it was a position deserving of a title as grandiose was it was anonymizing. 
:[The Queen's Protector].
Relationships
 
:Aethon Rush-Light
::A mess that they don't remember. She references it often, but rarely expands on her words. She likes keeping secrets from them, they can tell. Just another toy for her to bat around until she gets bored.
:Acanthus Blight-Blade
::They were supposed to love each other... or so the Canary thought.
:Chrysos Evening-Frost
::If they were able to recall their old habits, he'd already be dead.
:Parhelion Wolven-Ash
::Probably chill with them??
:Thalassia Whale-Fall
::Positive feelings but complicated as all things are
:Velleity Moth-Brush
::It hurts, but they can't blame him for his reaction. Not at all.
:Gladiolus Soaring-Branch
::The ghoulish remains of Gala's spirit would rejoice at the Canary's death.
Gallery
 
VelleitysForgiveness.png|Mezepheles
TinyCanaryMezepheles.png|Mezepheles
Reconnection_Mezepheles.png|Mezepheles
Canary_Plasmawolf2016.png|Plasmawolf2016 (base), Mezepheles (design)
CanaryCharNotFound.png|CharNotFound
Canary_in_the_coal_mine.png|Verglas the IceWing
Canaryahren.webp|Atomic Ahren
Canary_Issac.png|Mawjaws
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