Dragontail

D R A G O N T A I L
he / him ⋄ merchant / soul collector ⋄ demi
belongs to radar
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Dragontail 	Dragontail
 	
Art By 	entity
Background Information	Background Information
Aliases 	the collector of lost souls
Creator 	radar
Attribute 	charisma, cunning
Element 	arsenic, tar
Animal 	green dragontail butterfly
Color 	black, blue, green, white
Song 	
Character Information 	Character Information
Age 	unknown
Gender 	male
Orientation 	demiromantic demisexual
Occupation 	soul collector, merchant
Tribe 	silkwing
Goal 	unknown
Residence 	jewel hive
Allies 	loyal customers
Enemies 	most of the dragon population (both living & dead)
Likes 	money, profitable deals, himself, pretty objects, decisiveness, nectar, power
Dislikes 	indecisiveness, ghosts & other spirits, flakers, disrespect, unwanted attention, competition, death
Abilities 	normal silkwing abilities, silver tongue, immortal
Weapons 	poison-tipped daggers, a variety of poisons, black magic
Ships 	n / a
N O T E S
 
*design is going to be based off of the green dragontail butterfly.
* the biggest donkey money can buy. he's travelled the world, but his main "base" is in jewel hive.
*sells enchanted or cursed objects as well as lost souls on the black market and he's very upfront about what he wants. which is your wallet.
*did some stuff with ghosts are one point and then they cursed him so now he's out for revenge. still working out the details here. but he definitely had some bad history with ghosts or some sort of ghostly spirit(s).
*tricks, captures, and sells lost souls as a form of petty, cruel revenge.
*wanted to become immortal, but the dirty little spirits decided to play a trick on him and add a little catch. that being turning into a beast that can barely keep its form together. has learned to counteract it by creating a concoction made of a magical substance created from the suffering of spirits and ghosts. also adds nectar and alcohol for flavor because it tastes like drinking death itself otherwise.
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L O O K S
gonna redo his appearance and personality. 
*design is based off of the green dragontail butterfly.
* black main scales (yes, i know silkwings can't have black scales, but i do what i want).
*two white streaks (one for each side) go down his back to the base of his tail.
*eyes are a crystal to sky blue, hold a great sorrow in them.
* wings are the most noticeable part. he's able to hover due to how they were built. unlike normal silkwing wings, dragontail's are narrower and more dragonfly-like. near the edges of the frontal wings are see-through membranes. most the wing is black and white.
*as the name of the butterfly species he's named after, a blue-green streak is seen going across the bottom of his wings and stretches to the secondary wings.
*long "tails" come from the hindwings and are longer than the rest of his body. tipped white with some of the edges also being fringed in white. the entirely of the hind wings are covered in small star-like dots. goes up the "tails" as well a little bit.
B E H A V I O R
gonna redo his appearance and personality. 
*manipulative, cruel, and extremely cunning and clever. plans ahead and is very good at strategizing.
** particularly cruel to magical entities, especially ghosts and spirits.
*acts like a charismatic and whimsical salesman when on the job. tends to exaggerate the stuff he sells.
*has a particular beef with spirits, ghosts, and any magical entity. literally tricks, captures, and sells lost souls for a living on the black market. considers it payback for what they've done to him.
*bitter and petty. isn't particularly patient with indecisive customers or inexperienced buyers. much prefers if you just find something you like and cough up your money. he can hold grudges for an incredibly long time and is almost cartoonishly vengeful.
*knowledgeable about different kinds of magic and has a particular interest in black magic, the most potent and illegal of the magic he's interested in. 
**hopes to weaponize the power from the souls he's captured to fuel some kind of wicked black magic. and maybe change the fate that has been given to him by the prophets he's asked.
*i know this might be a shocker, but he's not very nice.
*major league a**hole. is generally unenthused by the spiritual world that so many others are fascinated by. things ghost hunters are too enthusiastic about this whole thing.
* you could probably bribe him with nectar to get a discount on the stuff he sells. depends on his mood, really.
*fears death and while he appears to be immortal, he still fears he might still have mortality. if desperate enough, he might even seek out prophets for answers. always comes back with the same answer: "karma will make its way back to you." 
**is only ever nice when he's scared. the kind of villain who would team up with the good guys if a bigger villain showed up or if they were locked up in a death trap together and could only get out through working together. will then revert back to his old ways when the danger is clear.
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old and inaccurate. just keeping this for future batch deletes.
The appearance may or may not strike fear into the dragon who stares at them, some are beautiful yet dangerous or adorable yet murderous or even fierce yet very sweet. Dragontail would be on the beautiful yet dangerous side, but he appears so troubled and he really is mentally, hurt with so many scars on the inside on his mind, forever fractured but not broken.
He could be described as rude, sassy and disrespectful. It seems as though he's just a husk filled with rage and large amounts of pride, not a drop of other emotion, but honestly there is some other emotions in this being than what meets the eye. You just have to look deep inside him, to his troubled core filled with emotion, sadness and longing to be remembered in this lost world he lives in, the World's Greatest Mistakes, he's among them, dusty and forgotten, just another mistake in the world that needs to be disposed of.
The SilkWing believes no one in this very world cares about him and makes it his mission to be remembered for someone to actually see him and not immediately forget but these thick clouds of ignorance have made him lose hope and make him grow cold by the days until frozen solid with his thick layers of arrogance.
He can be considered superstitious and wiry, constantly jumping at everything that would seem in the slightest bit startling, but now that he has seen things others haven't, he will believe anything about monsters or sightings of aliens. But other than arrogance, Dragontail shows great amounts if pride and self-centeredness towards his appearance and sees himself as far more superior than others, which may have contributed to him both being forgotten and his arrogance, how would anyone know that such a beautiful creature could be so hot-headed and haughty.
A B I L I T I E S
 
*can spin silk from his wrists and has sensitive antenna. usually uses his antenna to sense where ghosts are. he has special glasses to help see them.
*can also hover similar to what hivewings can do because of how his wings are built.
*silver tongue and is very good at strategizing. what he lacks in physical strength, he makes up for with street smarts and cunning.
B A C K S T O R Y
ha, ha.
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old and inaccurate. just keeping this for future batch deletes.
No one knew when the dragon's life began, although it was somewhere near the times of Clearsight's arrival to this new continent full of strange dragons, unusually back then he still had the glorious wings of beauty upon his back, most would call a deformity, but he never seemed to change in age. Unlike now, during these times Dragontail would be considered the center of attention, for his beauty and his grace, they in fact saw him as a possible child of Clearsight herself, as he appeared scale-wise to the NightWing seer, some dragons may even have mistook him for her. It was a strange life for the SilkWing, being so popular to the point of being, what one could possibly consider, famous even and it seemed that everyone knew his name, Dragontail they'd sometimes be heard muttering to one another, surely no one would have forgotten about him, none at all could forget his magnificent appearance, no flaws in any way except for the thick layers of self-pride, arrogance and carelessness which gained him a few scorns from his fans.
But the tables turned, big time... all of a sudden a new life reached out its arms for him, took Dragontail under its wings and engulfed him. Ever since the reign of Queen Wasp, the Tree Wars, it just wasn't the same, no one seemed to notice him anymore, even his loud talking to himself didn't catch a single eye of the HiveWings or even fellow the SilkWings, who, unusually seemed to go right through him. He'd been desperate to be noticed, to be remembered in history, everyone who he'd met had... forgotten all about him, they knew nothing of his very existence it started to turn him to the brink of sanity, personality started to shift a bit, one could hear screams echoing down the hives, all of them in fact. They only heard his voice, the faintest whisper gripping onto the snapping rope of hope, there had been thousands reporting non stop screaming, the same words over and over, "I WILL NOT BE FORGOTTEN!!!"
And how true it seemed to some, I will not be forgotten and yet no one knew what it meant, who was saying it and why, the question remains unanswered to these days, that remain quiet after something... terrible happened, or rather the most forgetful moment in history. After being driven into insanity, Dragontail, the fool he was, wanted at least someone to remember him, with that he'd heard tale of a shaman, hidden deep within the forests of an unknown continent who could grant anyone just one simple wish. You see, no one knew of the aftermath the wishes brought and, with that nor did the insane SilkWing, taking off into to find any sign of what they'd said, the shaman that appeared to everyone to have no name, just know as The Shaman.
It turned out the legends were true, when searching for days, the Poison Jungle gapped out in front of him and, not what most would expect for a supposed fake place, was right out in the open, a little shabby looking shack, he'd brought himself down to it walking in with prideful strides, wings flared to show off. The house was, if one could say in one word, disorganized, potions filled with strange concoctions of all colors were posted upon the shelves and in the center a little dragoness not old nor young and, what he'd never seen for the first time ever, a LeafWing of bright summer green scales. "Ah I see you come here for me... to grant you a wish I suppose?" Her voice came out croaky, an unoiled door being open or possibly sounding like a rusty gate, screeching background to her voice as she continued. There the black SilkWing paused, grinned wildly with, as the seams, madness and nodded his head before throwing to back to laugh, what a random time to do so, yes? The LeafWing had just a insane grin on her snout as he did, holding out her talons and in her croaky, almost froggy voice, "just tell me, what do you truly desire?"
The thought had raced through his mind every minute he searched for the Shaman, now the words trickled off the tip of his tongue as if poison, dripping to the floor and burning, he opened wide to speak but before he said anything... as if reading his mind "I see, popularity... well I can bestow that upon you... now." A quick spell was cast, black magics had begun and ended right before him and yet something didn't feel quite right, deep in his heart, something before like ropes, hooking his very soul to something else's. The sensation was gone within seconds and the leaf dragon looked up in satisfaction, shooing him out the door before slamming it rather rudely behind him. It seemed to have worked for that one day before the aftermath quietly shuffled in that night, blood spilled as a shadow loomed over Dragontail, popular dragon for the day, next thing he knew, his throat was slit and he woke up dead.
There still seemed to be a need to be remembered, a flickering light that burned brilliantly in heart and soul, with that it seemed the bond, the sensation he'd had, it kept the SilkWing from true death but simply trapped him between life and death, with such need, became corrupted. It was there it had begun, a lost being upon Pantala, forgotten, never to be seen on the face of the planet but if you listen closely, not with the mind but with the heart, you can still hear his begging whispers in Jewel Hive, the helpless plea to be remembered, just one last time.
R E L A T I O N S
please roleplay beforehand
A G O U T I
difficult "customer" whom ended flaking on their little "deal" at the last moment.
Negative
T R I V I A
 
*moral alignment is lawful evil.
*in original concepts dragontail was going to live in pyrrhia, however this was scrapped since i wanted more attention to be given to pantala.
*enjoys a good nectar-alcohol concoction every once in awhile. adds it in the remedy he uses to keep himself from devolving into a grotesque monster to mask the awful flavor the magical substance he uses tastes. it has mixed results.
G A L L E R Y
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Category:SilkWings
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Category:Occupation (Merchant)
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