Henry

*Note: He is not a dragonet, please refrain from infantilizing him.
Henry is a male SilkWing owned by FourFlames.
Theme: "Talk" by Coldplay / Element: Communication 
You can climb a ladder up to the sunOr write a song nobody has sung
==Description==
Henry is a massive harvest-yellow SilkWing with dark goldenrod underscales and a spine armored in subdued bronze plates. There are patches of crimson-red scales on his legs and shoulders which blend into his bronze overscales like a patina. He has undergone his Metamorphosis, so he has two pairs of small cream-colored wings with golden blending at the shoulders and lunar grey detailing at the ends. Despite his size and weight he moves cautiously. 
His fire-orange eyes are soulful and frightened-- said to be very "intense"-- and his face is slender and guileless with long red antennae.
He is commonly seen clutching a ball of worn, wood-brown fur-- a stuffed sloth which he spun with his own silk. Although an adult, he still carries this stuffed animal around with him; he uses the physical release of squeezing and rubbing it to ease his acute stress.
Oh brother, I can't, I can't get throughI've been trying hard to reach you 'cause I don' know what to do
== Mannerisms and Personality ==
Henry is a wellspring of compassion with an abundantly gentle disposition. His good nature betrays the history of bitter experiences from living in an indolent Hive; his world that prefers to leave him behind and does so regularly. He claims to have come to terms with it, but his conspicuous use of a comfort object suggests that the natural order of Jewel Hive has had a significant effect on his ability to process anxiety, frustration and powerlessness. He knows that the Hive has very little time to waste for his sake.
Henry requires a significant deal of time and love to be properly understood. His superiors would rather tramp over him like an overgrown manchild than afford him the effort, using such words to describe him as "brainless" and "bumbling oaf". This is because an uncommon amount of patience is required to make sense of his words, which get lost in themselves from incorrectly sequenced thoughts. He's known for quickly exhausting curiosity-- one would be sooner infuriated by his episodic dialogue than bothered enough to decipher his speech.
He holds only a part-time job, because he has an uncommonly difficult time finding work from HiveWings. He would love to make stuffed animals for a living, but the most luck he's ever had in selling one was when an entitled HiveWing dragonet's mother nearly forced him to sell his sloth to her.
Well, I feel like they're talking in a language I don't speakAnd they're talking it to me
== Abilities ==
* Henry can shoot silk from his wrists. His silk has a fine, wiry texture that is impractical for sticking things together.
* Flying requires him to overexert himself, so he cannot fly for much longer than a few minutes at a time.
* He is very attuned to time and weather, as most SilkWings are, due to his sensitive feelers--and he has a certain strength in regions of the brain linked to temporal analysis, temperature, and barometric pressure. For him, this means that his locution improves when discussing those topics particularly.
So you don't know where you're going and you wanna talkAnd you feel like you're going where you've been before
== History ==
Henry hatched in Jewel Hive to an assigned pair of SilkWing attendants, Callophrys and Jacquard, who did their best to cater to pageantry and went along with any trend that came their way. Perhaps because they were pressured into doing so, his parents traded custody to a party of HiveWing exhibitors who kept SilkWing dragonets for child beauty pageants. Of course, this cooperative had too much power and too many SilkWing models to individually care for any of them.
Henry has no memory of the exchange or the events of his hatching, but was always aware that he was adopted, and found some solidarity in the other pageant dragonets (before they were old enough to become competition). The directors ensured he was fed lavishly, dressed indulgently, and toted from one shallow party to the next in the company of glamorous adults. He regarded this treatment as a kindness compared to the miserable state of some SilkWings, who suffered under crueler dragons than the likes of the exhibitors. 
However, he began to realize that these acts of charity formed a hollow regimen with no sentimental attachments underlying. Questioning or objecting to the directors revealed a nastier side to them; they expected to be obeyed. As time went on, they seemed increasingly critical of his appearance, less and less willing to do him any special favors. He was "needy" and "incessant" and had to be instructed not to speak about himself. 
Henry became unable to eat regularly, because of his stress and despondency. His stomach was hypersensitive and would regurgitate anything he tried, to the point that the out-of-pocket expenses for replacement food became a grievance to his keepers, and they gave the dragonet the ultimatum of accepting what he was given when he was given it, or going hungry. From that point onward, he would force himself to eagerly accept anything given to him, regardless of whether he was hungry, for fear of starving.
By Henry's third birthday, he was deemed too fragile and picky to handle being a model and transferred again; this time to a middle class HiveWing family that wanted a few SilkWings in the household to display their wealth and had no dragonets themselves. They showed considerably more concern for Henry's health, but were stricter, as they believed in the "quality, not quantity" adage. They immediately enrolled him in some form of education-- his previous caretakers had neglected to do much more than drop him off at the library occasionally-- to "set him straight" despite unsatisfactory results. Yet this family continued to prioritize parties where they could show him off over his schoolwork, and his grades suffered immensely. He realized that schooling, too, was all a ruse; they only wanted him to seem like he'd been given a proper upbringing, when really they could not care less about how much knowledge stayed in his "thick head." Overhearing this conversation, he ran away from home. He was eventually caught and returned to his adoptive family, who thenceforth kept him grounded until the day of his Metamorphosis.
You tell anyone who'll listen, but you feel ignoredNothing's really making any sense at all, so let's talk
==Relationships==
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Are you lost or incomplete?Do you feel like a puzzle, you can't find your missing piece?
== Trivia ==
*His original design was adopted from Sand the Animus, and then loosely based on Sulphur butterflies.
*He is named after a butterfly I encountered as a kid.
So you take a picture of something you seeIn the future where will I be?
== Gallery ==
Little Henry.PNG|Little Henry by me
SilkWing 2.jpg|SilkWing adopt by Sand the Animus!
Category:Males
Category:Content (FourFlames)
Category:Characters
Category:Work in Progress
Category:SilkWings
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