Threadweaver

I N T R O D U C T I O N
Threadweaver belonged to Delta, but was adopted by moi. c: 
"No. I'm not part RainWing. That- no. I'm not."
Threadweaver 	Threadweaver
 	
Background 	Background
Infobox Artist	type here
Code Base 	Himmalerin
Occupation 	Student (unfortunately), Weaver
Tribe 	NightWings
Residence 	Currently the rainforest, but the NightWing part of it
Song 	One of those songs people would sing when weaving
Goal 	She just wants to practice her craft in peace.
Character 	Character
Age 	Seven Dragon Years
Gender 	Female
Orientation 	Unsure, but she doesn't really care
Relatives 	Dead
Allies 	Nonexistent
Enemies 	Many, but Inconsequential
Powers 	Flight, Firebreath, Weaving
Love Interests	Is this a joke
A P P E A R A N C E
Threadweaver suffers from some severe health problems due to her upbringing on the NightWing's volcanic island. She's malnourished. She's farsighted. She's constantly coughing and wheezing whenever she's forced to engage in any sort of physical activity, which causes her thin body to tremble and shake until you fear that she might collapse. 
Her respiratory problems leave her little room to breathe, let alone try to speak. If she does have enough breath to speak, her voice is rough and croaky and thick. It alternates between the wet sound of a dragon hocking spit, and the screech of a dragon dragging their claws against a chalkboard. 
Threadweaver is a skinny NightWing, all straight angles and long, gangly limbs. The bright pinpoints on her wings are dashed across from one end to the other, as though they are shooting stars. She has jet-black scales streaked with indigo, midnight blue, and intense purple, so much so that she is almost abnormally colorful. Maybe even a little beautiful. 
Her eyes are a foggy black that stare at nothing in particular, and you'll notice that she seems to have trouble looking at stationary objects. Her gaze often wavers if she tries to focus on a fixed position for too long. A crease graces Threadweaver's forehead, a testament to how often she must squint in order to see. Even with her glasses, she squints. 
"Well . . . that's the best I'm going to do. But of course, no one cares about that."
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Threadweaver has never had a knack for making good first impressions, but nor does she have a knack for making good second, third, fourth, or fifth impressions. She is far too preoccupied with more interesting matters to politely nod through an insignificant conversation of small talk. 
She is snide and temperamental and self-absorbed. She holds no pleasantness within her, at least not at a surface level. Growing up a neglected dragonet surrounded by similarly neglected dragonets taught her to be wary of others, especially if they were acting nice. Everyone has an ulterior motive. No one can be trusted. 
So speak first before others speak for you. Judge them before they can judge you. Cut them to the core with your words, criticize every little thing that they do, never cease your complaining or your scornful commentary or your contemptuous stares. They will not hurt you if they fear your presence. 
Threadweaver's volatile outbursts and capricious nature have isolated her from her peers, but she actually prefers isolation to the deep insecurity that threatens to consume her, were she to ever relinquish her malignant ways. She has relied on her hatred for so long that is has become comforting. 
Threadweaver has shown a different side to herself, but only when she believes she is alone. She forgoes her constant vigilance for a brief period, and gains a dreamy expression on her face. She murmurs words to herself, too soft for others to hear.....of course, this doesn't last long. She's too perceptive for that. 
She knows it will bring her no good to let her guard down. She knows.
"It's all revenge, revenge, revenge! No time for anything else!"
H I S T O R Y
Threadweaver was hatched on the volcanic island, alongside many other dragonets just like her. Weak. In poor health. Without the fabled NightWing powers.
It was not a pleasant start to life. 
Her parents named her after the old legend, the story of a NightWing weaver who held the very threads of life within her talons. They wished for Threadweaver to take control of her life in the same way. 
They died when she was quite young, as was common in her tribe. Their lungs had filled with cinders and smoke, and each day they struggled more and more to breathe, until one night, they laid down to go to sleep and didn't wake up.
Everyday she would go to class and sit there, listening to an adult sing the praises of their GlOriOuS history. The battles the NightWings fought! The enemies they defeated! The victories they won! All of it to show how superior they were to any of the other tribes! Threadweaver, in her usual pessimism, secretly thought it all to be false. 
If the NightWings were truly the best tribe, then why was it that only adults like Morrowseer were privy to a meal more than once a week? Surely the "best tribe" would be able to raise their dragonets better, no? Or at least, they should be able to ensure that more than two-thirds of them reached adulthood. 
Threadweaver was one of the lucky ones. Where many of her peers died from sickness or starvation, she somehow managed to survive. Long enough for the NightWing's poor quality of life to be exposed. 
The Dragonets of Destiny had found the tunnel and discovered their secret island, and a volcanic eruption following that meant the whole tribe had to flee. The RainWings agreed to let them live in the forest alongside them, an act of kindness that humiliated many of Threadweaver's fellow tribe members.
To her, though, it was just irritating. Living with the RainWings was most certainly preferred to, say, getting killed in a volcanic eruption; but she began to wonder how much she actually preferred it. 
"Well, aren't YOU a precious little baboon."
R E L A T I O N S H I P S
Farsight: Dreadful. Hates him. 15/10 would sell him out. 
Hue: He's alright, she supposes. Still quite annoying, but everything he does actually seems genuine. He helped her once when she got lost, no strings attached. He says he just likes to help dragons out. Weird.
Hypothermia: Threadweaver firmly believes that that no self-respecting dragon would ever act half as badly as Hypothermia does, so Hypothermia is either completely devoid of shame, or she is secretly five monkeys wearing a dragon suit. She feels more inclined towards the latter. 
Moonray: Threadweaver is neighbors with Moonray, who comes off as an okay dragonet, she guesses. Really nosy, though. 
"I need my glasses, you twit. The're not a flapping fashion statement."
T R I V I A
Threadweaver is very obviously farsighted. 
"Oh...this is beautiful. I've never seen anything with this colour before."
G A L L E R Y
Atanas-dzhingarov-FJ8ngj3XJcA-unsplash.jpg|Photo taken by Atana Dzhingarov
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