Vale

v a l e
they / them • ghost • pan-ace
belongs to radar
vale was never quite known throughout their short time alive, only gaining any sort of fame when they cheated death, walking the earth as a spirit. in life, they were always inspired by the stage, and were drawn to tragedies at a young age. perhaps that is what inspired them to become a playwright and open up their own theater, to which they called it "bad end theater." though, despite how inspired and tragic their plays may have been, it wasn't enough to keep the theater open and they soon had to close their doors. this was after the disappearance of their own lover, gala, the only dragon who ever loved the stories they crafted and wished to join them.
after their failure as a playwright and the loss of their only moral compass, gala, they resorted to a life of pseudo crime, becoming a snake oil salesman and a fortune teller. strangely, or perhaps disappointingly, this life made ends meet more efficiently than when they worked as a playwright. this is likely because the tales that they called "fortunes" dappled back into their days as a storyteller, weaving fascinating futures for those who came to see them. and it only got better when a dragon, who had been cursed to become a talking crow, became their partner-in-crime, managing to suck even more money out of their customers.
just as things were starting to look up, it all ended, as one day vale found themself waking up dead. perhaps it was karma, no one really knows the cause of their demise. but it's rather poetic that the master of tragedies would end up meeting a tragic end themself. almost as if they were apart of a tragedy they used to tell so long ago.
Vale 	Vale
 	
Art By 	fly
Photographer 	paige weber
Background Information	Background Information
Creator 	radar
Attribute 	deceit, greed, regret
Element 	lithium, crystal
Animal 	fox, weasel
Color 	slate grey, dark purple
Song 	
Character Information 	Character Information
Age 	37 (hy) at death
Gender 	non-binary
Orientation 	panromantic asexual
Occupation 	ghost, snake oil salesman (formerly), fortune teller (formerly), playwright (formerly)
Tribe 	runewing
Goal 	they're a ghost.
Nicknames 	the ghost of vince, vali
Residence 	vince
Allies 	albus, gala
Enemies 	most dragons
Likes 	money, stargazing, shiny things, albus, crows, plays, tragedies
Dislikes 	being called out, authorities, dirt, failing
Abilities 	mild toxin in fangs (formerly), can walk through objects & fly
Weapons 	knives (formerly)
Loves 	gala (formerly)
appearance
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----it was said that on the outskirts of vince, standing on the cliff overlooking the sea was a strange dragon. oddly transparent and almost never moving, with only the occasional shift of position. at first, the dragons of vince were uncertain what this dragon was. but after a better look, they appear that of a runewing. most thought of them as a ghost after all, it did have this haunting aura about them.
no one ever seemed to disturb them whether this be from superstition or just because they didn't notice them is up for debate. general appearances have been written on parchment. however, none were more descriptive than the one of a young hybrid who came into contact with them. concluding that this dragon was indeed the ghost of a previously deceased runewing astronomer.
he described them to have dark grey scales ripple gently across their body as well as the additional highlights forest green and maroon. though these two said colors were mostly seen on the bottom row of scales, separating the dark grey from the deep indigo underbelly. though it appears that unusual specks of silver dot the underbelly like stars. hiding most of their body, is a somewhat heavy, white cape.
it is probably better to hide the grotesque scar that lies beneath. stitched messily at the edges of this cape are deep navy and maroon roses. one can easily tell some inexperienced force had been working on that. brilliant wings couldn't be hidden behind fabric and they protrude from the cape where their shoulders are. serrated at the edges and has multiple shades of deep greys in its spectrum.
yet seemingly the most unsettling part are the fathomless black eyes that stare out into the sky. as though black mirrors, they reflect the light of a thousand stars glittering in the skies. strangely enough, they wear no piercings or jewelry of any kind. the cape upon their back is the only thing they wear that he discovered thus far. they stand tall and almost deathly still to the point where they could easily be mistaken for a statue.
twisting horns protrude from the back of their head, contrasting from the darker hues of their scales. as they are a much lighter grey compared to the deep grey of their main scales. the dragonet has only ever seen a blank slate or a slightly irritated look plastered on their face. the blank slate expression from afar, the irritated expression when near. like most if not all runewings, the thick plates running across their back double as spines.
curving and sticking upward, they form the sharp spines that run across their back, from the crest of their head to the tip of their tail. fading from the stone greys of their main scales to a more rusty color. adding just a bit more color to their palette than just grey and indigo. perhaps it should be mentioned what horrible things hide behind that cape. a very large and ugly scar that runs down their back. the same scar that was given to them upon death.
their build is curvy and lithe with the addition of being somewhat tall and lanky. with eyes as large as the moons themselves that were mentioned to be scattered with stars. vale's talons are hooked, sharp and silver in color, but there isn't much else to say it. no one knows what their intentions are or how they came to be. whatever it is or was, the citizens of vince haven't paid any mind to it. in fact, most don't even know of vale's lingering existence. those who have seen their ghost assume it to be a statue.
personality
pessimistic and mysterious
vale is in short an odd dragon, not just because they are truthfully a ghost, but because they don't have that much personality. even from their expression, one cannot get at how they're feeling. it is mentioned above that they usually keep a blank slate or irritated look on their face. depending on how close another being is from them. they don't take kindly to company, no matter who it is.
though not considerably aggressive towards others now, they do hate most of the dragon population. why they do, it isn't quite certain. most likely due to the many bad experiences they had with others made them believe such a thing. being named after the god of vengeance, vali, vale is by all means vengeful, struggling to repress the thoughts of vengeance on those who've wronged them.
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old
No one has gotten to a personality quite yet, for no one seems to care about said personality, but as the creator, I can tell you this, they remain a mystery to all of dragonkind, a simple ghost that had died years ago. They'd never really had much of emotion, simply they were disabled in a lot of categories and honestly have never been seen talking to anyone or for that matter opening their mouth to speak, rather they just sit and stare off into the distance. However, it does seem that Vale sees evil in everything, as though no one in their right mind would like them, which they don't seem to mind, preferring nature over actual dragons.
They actually can be sarcastic and aggressive, although it merely depends on who you are to the very soul itself, Vale seems calmed by only a few dragons who come around while most, they'll simply disappear or in a rare occurrence hiss awfully rude retorts of wanting to be left alone by the mortals. It shows that they almost get annoyed fairly easily by those still living, perhaps it's just jealousy for they did die at such a young age, a dragonet even, or maybe it's just their terrible outlook upon the world that makes them hate dragonkind. The RuneWing seeks to be mortal again and usually they do things on their own agenda, not wanting others to interfere with their goal and possibly get in the way, not everyone can be fully pure, to bring to conclusions, Vale is far from being pure, although laid back and mysterious, they pack a real punch to those who go near them. All the same, they seem to remain emotionless, just staring up at the night sky with a blank look on their face, yet a frown or blank expression seems to cross their snout and pooling eyes, filled to the brim with fallen stars, swimming in their eyes.
You would have seen them when they were still alive, truly something else, for they didn't give a care in the world what happened to anyone, they still seem to hold these faint traces of their mortal life, aggressive, sarcastic and terrible outlooks to the dragonkind. To most, you'd call them a villian who wished harm upon all of dragons, which is, at the most somewhat true, they wanted to leave everyone and watch their kind burn, for Vale saw no goodness in any tribe, no matter how positive they looked or how much they wanted to help the RuneWing themself out, it all fell to the conclusion that dragons in themselves are horrid. From hearing this part of their personality, no one at this point would like them, for who would? They wished death upon every dragon on the planet, yet they never seemed to tell anyone else about this, for it seemed an issue Vale had, after their death, they seemed to have calmed down their savage ways and relax near the shores of Vince, so things seemed to have turned out right in the end, yes?
history
now is your chance to fill in the blanks!
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old
Everyone asks the same question, what was the cause of Vale's death, why are they here, is it for some general, natural cause? Well that can be told about here, since the beginning of time, dragons had wished for a happy future, who wouldn't, happiness is the key to success, but no matter how much everyone tried to be happy, only a few of every dragon in the world was unhappy, upset about something that has been bothering them. You may ask how this as anything to do with the RuneWing, but I insist this is the beginning of the new future everyone had hoped for, you see Vale was one of those dragons who was never happy, they'd always complain about something in their life that wasn't going right and then make a dozen others unhappy due to their complaining. No one knows who their parents were, but what was true about it was that they abandoned this dragonet without a cause and was presumed the only child of the family and, in fact, the last living relative.
They seemed to have resided in the forests for years after, it followed a extremely quiet life, something both peaceful and loving, yet at the same time so lonely, well at least to most that would come to mind while to Vale, it was the best thing to ever happen to them. That is until dragons started arriving and they had but no choice, without further ado they moved to the small, hidden town of Vince, they'd adopted a horrible outlook to the world, saying to themself within the mind, "does this ruthless world care about anything but that of itself?"
It was after their arrival that this little town became a little quieter in its midst, whenever there was said to be a scowling, angered RuneWing around, they were to get out of their way, they were after the first few days living in this town of Vince, had became softened a little by the sight of the stars and after seeing them had decided to study their meaning. Everyone strayed away from them, rather they'd just disappear during the day and appear only during the night, looking aimlessly at the stars above, always grumbling threats underneath their peaceful mask.
Years went by like this and as they got more adapted to the ocean, they'd sit and stare out into the ocean, frown nor smile played upon their snout, rather they were blankly staring out. It was during one of those eerily quiet nights that they'd met what would be considered a friend, simply a crow who'd been enchanted to speak dragon landed upon their horns one day with a bleak expression. "What brings you to the ocean so late at night? Stargazing? Enjoying the view? Ha, ha, ha, typical." Croaked his harsh voice, Vale didn't respond but simply have their vision come back into focus.
who is thou? why is thou here? what does thou want? The string of thoughts scribbled in their mind and it was as though they'd spoken out upon their mouth, the crow ruffled his feathers and spoke once more, "ha, ha, ha, I assure you I wish no trouble, name's Viku, Viku the Crow, perhaps you've heard of me already, no? Possibly I was brought here by fate, for I'm here to talk to you as of now, but if you were to ask a few minutes before it would have been different. Ha, ha, ha, I want no part of what you're planning, for I'll leave as soon as this conversation ends, who are you? Why is it that you're here for?"
The two spoke in silence for a minute before Vale spoke in response, and why shalt thou give you thoust name? for thou prefers to keep information in that category secret. what fool thou be to ask, keep away mere mortal, keep away for the stars speak of different stories of thou past. must thou ask such complex queries? It was again, as though the crow could read their mind. His body shook and such movement continued to their twisting right horn. "Why should you speak in such a complex language? Ha, ha, ha, I thought you'd speak dragon but I presumption remains untrue. Utterly strange I say, may I say it's rude for only one side to hand out their name without the other doing so themself."
There was no answer for those few cold minutes before the RuneWing continued in their accented mind, while it is foolish for thou to not bestow upon thou other with thy name, it is just as impolite to demand thou name upon thoust godly. vale, thou may call me that for thou is thy only name bestowed to thou. good day, mortal, good day and good night. That was abruptly the end of their conversation, with a hoarse shriek, the crow, Viku, was airborne and off in the distance. That is before one could simply blink the dragon watched him go over the reflective water, his silhouette danced in the glassy waves of the ocean.
relationships
feel free to ask to be in their relationships.
albus
vale always had a fondness for crows. albus was their partner in crime back when they owned a fortune telling caravan… and were alive. the two met when the avian bursted into their shop in a panic, saying that he’d been cursed by a spell caster and needed assistance. though they weren’t able to fulfill his wish, they offered him something he couldn’t refuse. 
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A shady figure he is, Vale hasn't given much thought of opinion on the crow, but from what is seen, the dragon finds him good company and is willing to talk with him in their strange ways. Other than that, it seems their relationship is generally positive, with only the occasional outbursts of fury. Perhaps sometimes they find Viku quite annoying, a pest of the night, bothering them over and over, for it's been see they'll snap at the bird before he can land. But in general, he's fine, their thoughts of him aren't too frequent, more or less one may think they believe him a dislikable creature. 
From the RuneWing's point of view, he is but a friend, not a very good one, but all the same a friend,,, in fact their only friend. Even despite their rude nature, Vale has come around to the black bird and while they don't like his crude and oftentimes dark humor, he's been the only one there to talk to them. They've both come to be known to observe the night sky together, taking in the surrounding sky and making up new constellations together. How strange that a dragon could possibly befriend a talking crow, yet it's possible, here's the proof.
positive
gala
she was the only one who ever returned to their plays and didn’t absolutely hate them. loved her dearly and found her insistence on giving all their plays happy endings to be confusing and endearing. always awed by her confidence and rejection of societal expectations and pressure, which was what inspired them to do the same. became much more closed off when she disappeared.
very positive
trivia 
*second fanmade tribal character i've made, first being astro.
*named after misreading the name of the norse god of vengeance, vali.
* seems to be capable of talking, but doesn't. only does so when albus is around. speaks in a victorian accent and often uses old english terms and slang.
**likely adopted this accent from plays they watched as a dragonet.
*tribe were created by arrow.
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