Steel

*"You seem like a good dragon...don't destroy me more than i already am, yeah?"*

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## Personality

Steel has had problems with traumatic events in the past, with his parents also in the weapons business. Such shady practices result in enemies, and Steel’s family ultimately received a visit from an assassin. Who ended up killing Steel’s parents in front of him. So anyways, he developed DID from that, and has an alternate personality called Magnesium.(ooc i am not the most knowledgeable on DID so i might not portray it the best but i’ll try. I’m not making it the main part of his character cause of this.) He ended up carrying on his parent’s legacy, developing connections and becoming friends with a hivewing named Grasshopper. He ended up making weapons for most of Darkstalker’s government.

## Backstory

*The following information was gathered from Magnesium himself. This is how he tells it, if he can get through it without switching.*

A knife. Funny how such a small little thing could mean so much to someone. Just a little bit of steel, and you have a lifelong companion. Steel stood up, leaving the knife he was working on. He was quite young, still a dragonet, but was already competent at his parent’s craft. He had just finished refurbishing a knife for one of his parent’s clients, who were meeting them right now.

His life was good. Sure, they had to move all the time because dragons constantly wanted to kill them, but that wouldn’t happen. His parents were arms dealers, one of the best, known for getting just about anything a client asked for. Steel was being trained up as a successor, and was already proficient, and ran the business from time to time as practice.

“Mom? I finished!” Steel said happily.

No response.

This wasn’t too concerning, they were talking with a client. It was fine, Steel just started walking to the living room.

“Mo-” Steel poked his head inside the room, but shut up quite fast.

A dragon. Steel recognized them. A dragon known for being a rival to Steel’s family business.

An assassin.

The jagged edge of a custom M9 Bayonet was held in their talons, effortlessly piloted around.

“STEEL! HEL-” Steel’s mother shouted, just before the knife dug into her throat. Her eyes went empty, and she crumpled, oozing blood everywhere.

Steel was frozen, fixed to the spot. This couldn’t be happening…..a dream? Hallucination? Did someone put something in his food?

The assassin turned to him. Steel was his next target. Kill the entire family, his contract said.

Steel bolted, flying fast and far away, making it to a nearby safehouse he had set up in his youth as a retreat from it all. It was just a small alcove in a mountain, well hidden.

He hit the ground, ran in, and curled up on the ground, crying the most he’d ever in his life, wrapping his wings around himself.

Everyone he loved was gone, the life torn out of them with the slice of a blade. Worst of all, though, was his next thought.

….mom shouted for me to help. I didn’t. I didn’t help her………

Steel cried even harder than he thought was possible. His small little world was shattered, torn to pieces by guilt and loss.

Do I deserve to live? After this? After such a failure?

Or do I continue her legacy?

That seemed like a much better option, because it didn’t involve dying. This made him feel even worse though, as he was just that selfish.

“..just…forget it. Forget it. FORGET ABOUT IT-”

Ignorance was bliss. Steel wanted that more than anything, just to forget about this all, just for a bit, and then-

Woah….why was he at the safehouse? Oh, he was probably getting something…what was it?

He strode over to the stock of knives, sizing them up. “Good price for these….”

He started inspecting them. His memory reverted to before the incident, before it all, when he was happy.

After a couple of seconds, he switched back to reality.

“Wha-” Steel remembered the phase he was in seconds ago…..that was nice. He could do that without hurting anyone, including himself, that version was well trained….

Well. Now to continue my family’s legacy.