Cloud

CLOUD 
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status
surviving
 
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age
6 dy / 16 hy
 
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gender
female
 
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orientation
aroace
 
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tribe/s
icewing
 
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occupation
artist?
 
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location
icewing village
 
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theme
ship in a bottle
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likes
* noctilucent
* fresh air
* thunder rumbling
* insects
* bright colors
dislikes
* cloud
* strong scents
* loneliness
* inkstains
* sunlight
stats
strength
perception
endurance
charisma
intelligence
agility
personality
A messy, unstable bundle of self loathing and fear of everything, including herself. Cloud is a shy little creature, who sticks to the shadowy corners of the town and avoids meeting anyone's eyes. She prefers spending her days holed up away at home, idly skimming over scrolls she's read a thousand times over. She is awkward when talking to others, always trying to find ways to slip away from the conversation.
Not many dragons would be able to put words to her easily. She's quiet, often unseen, and it's difficult to find any dragons that know her more than superficially. Even simple facts are hard to obtain--her hatchday could be one of a number of days, if anyone cared enough to discuss it.
She could describe herself easily: selfish, pathetic, a coward worthy of nothing, a lazy and miserable creature incapable of living up to anyone's expectations, much less her own.
The selfishness is the worst, isn't it? Prioritizing her own comfort above all else, losing friends and potential friends because she couldn't bother to remember names or basic facts or to acknowledge them in passing. So wrapped up in her own self obsession, wanting nothing but an easy life where she can disappear into passions (if she had any, her hobbies seem to drain emptier of life every day) and stop bothering others at all. Everything she does is for self gain, even if that "gain" is some temporary relief by hiding away.
Even in her attempts help others, it's in a desperate gambit for validation. For a thank you or a polite nod or anything that could make her feel wanted. The art she produces is nothing more than something shiny, whatever she'll think dragons will like the most, devoid of energy or inspiration.
She's pathetic. Wallowing in her own self pity, silently screaming for help she knows she'll brush off and turn away. She's not blind to her own faults here. No, she sees them clearly, even as they loop back into themselves and prevent her from working towards fixing a single thing. Occasionally she'll pull herself together: thoroughly cleaning her scales in the waters until she feels alive again; dragging herself outside to say hello to an old friend; volunteering to help set up and run festivities in the town square. For a brief moment, she feels hope, before inevitably remembering that she doesn't deserve to believe she's worth fixing.
The cowardice seeps into everything. She's afraid of plenty, but the centerpiece of it all is the idea of change. The knots she mentally ties herself into every day are exhausting and horrible, but they're known. She doesn't know what she'll find if she makes an effort to... improve? Live a little happier? She doesn't even know what she'd want from change, much less the worse case consequences. She doesn't know what that friend will say or how that new artistic technique will turn out. Maybe it'll go horribly, making her lose things she didn't even know she had. Why should she try? She feels safer not doing so, and she likes that sense of safety.
Lazy and miserable. Too tired most days to drag herself upright. Sleeping until the sun rose high in the sky. She's truly wretched, such a tragic character that her anguish almost seems to collect in a tangible miasma around her.
Better not to impose herself on others at all. Better not to exist, really.
Noctilucent is truly a blessing upon it all, for she is good. She is moral, always right, always kind and thoughtful and compassionate and all the things Cloud doesn't believe herself to be. Noctilucent is clever and quick thinking, always having helpful advice or intelligent solutions to offer. She always knows what to say, what to do, to make a situation better.
She can do no wrong, because Noctilucent is the distillation of goodness, of righteousness. She knows her own worth, the picture of confidence. Everything that Cloud thinks she lacks, ever virtue she is hopeless to exhibit, Noctilucent has. For Noctilucent is perfect, and Cloud is not.
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early life
*outer icewing villages kid
*animus magic just shows up sometimes don't question it
 
adolescence
*created an alternate persona to cope with her own self image issues
*no one knows she has magic bc cloud is. a coward and likes tbe comfort of her current life far far more than having to deal with figuring out being the first IceWing animus in 2000 years
*anyway nocti was an innocent experiment at first. what would cloud look like in an ideal world. what jewelry would she wear, if she wanted it?
*soon. nocti turned into what she would want to Be
*relationships degraded between the two (they are the same dragon) as cloud's mental health got worse
**the persona you posited as 'always and forever correct' telling you that you suck and are an awful person. not great for your mental health
*misery happening here
*either she gets over herself or she goes on a villain arc. who knows.
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artwork by nibby the bird
description
Periwinkle scales on a small dragonet, cloaking her in soft, gentle shades that layer into a paler shade on her underbelly. Her wings are muted blue and speckled with white, almost giving the impression of a sky misted with clouds. Her spines, and the ruff of icicle horns behind her ears, are blunt and chunky, an icy blue. She hates the color purple.
She's still growing and still frustratingly short. A stubby tail, short legs, a stout build of a dragonet who will never tower over others. She keeps her wings close around her body, her dark blue eyes heavy with an apprehensive and fearful gaze, even in the silence of solitude. She gazes into mirrors and expects something disgusting and pitiful to stare back. Sometimes she tries to will it into existence.
A necklace hangs around her neck, a swirl of dark blue layered over the white background of the pendant. It's a constant presence, thrumming with unseen energy.
Noctilucent wears that same pendant, although it's shifted: a spiral of glass, a variety of blues with different opacities overlapping to create something beautiful. It lays serenely at the base of a long slender neck. Noctilucent is tall, lean, and strong. Her scales are dazzling white with the slightest hints of silver. Her face is thin and well structured, framing gorgeous, intelligent, dark blue eyes.
She's perfect. A bar that Cloud will never reach.
|-|  = 
noctilucent
A different dragon, her other half, the half that she refuses to acknowledge is simply herself and was never separate at all. She hates her, she loves her, she wants to be her. She knows she is unwelcome in those scales (excluded by herself, rejected by herself) but it is such a comfort.
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art of cloud's previous design can be found here.
Newcloud.png|Wings-of-Bloodfire
CloudIceWing.png|Seashell the SeaWing-NightWing
B209AF61-9569-454A-A8A9-20B41E4A6357.png|Crepuscles
E2596B68-6B92-4343-9C38-62032EE90004.png|Nibby the Bird
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