Oleander (Adair)

Base by Anisychia

### Residence

Usually not too far from a yew tree. This season (summer) he lives in a small adair not too far from a meadow

### Affiliation

His healing treehouse, and his gardens (both secret and not)

### Relatives

Mother: Destroying Angel (presumably alive) Father: Ebony (presumably alive)

## Other info

### Hates

The hunters, liars, backstabbers, thieves, and spies

## TW:

Mentions of d3ath, assass!nation, po!soning, betrayal, m\*rder. Also just a general TW

## Backstory

Oleander's name was originally Adair (an oak grove).

His parents were well known and had a good reputation, and were wealthy and important.

Adair was always meant to be a hunter, whether he liked it or not, for the honor of his family. He started training at around 4 dy old, and did not dissapoint. He rushed through the rankings and was allowed to be an official hunter at only 6 dy. Oleander had always been excited but got more and more doubtful as he progressed, and as he became a hunter he started to doubt more and more by the day. There was no honor in this...k!lling the innocent dragons who had been framed.

Adair started to push people away as he realized he had been truly doing, serving an unjust leader and cruel dragons. He realized there was more to life, and that many of the dragons had done no wrong. So he realized what he must do.

At only 8 dragons years of age, Adair had no choice but to k!ll the rest of the group that he had been hunting alongside with. Even his friends weren't spared. For it was all evil, all corrupted, and all of it was so so *wrong.* He knew he was doing the right thing, as he could nearly feel the miasma, a fog of belief, of statements meant to make someone feel like a hero when they were doing the job of a villian.

So Adair had no choice. He slipped some oleander into their food one night and by sunset the next day everyone was dead. He regretted it almost instantly, tears filling his eyes and flooding his emotions. After crying the entire night away, as the sun lit his face, gentle and warm almost as if nothing had happened at all.

Adair was suddenly filled with cold realization. Cold, true, and stifling. Even in the warmth the sun brang, he shivered.

The world would never understand why he had done this.

The world would never forgive or forget, for he had done the worst there was to do, even though it was the right thing to do.

Adair had brought dishonor to his family that would take centuries to heal. But *Adair* would've never done that. *Adair* was kind and right and always gentle.

Adair wasn't mean.

The leafwing realized coldly, that he was no longer *Adair.* Because *Adair* could never.

Or maybe the leafwing was still Adair? Just changed? But the leafwing didn't see how this could be true. The leafwing had then thought and finally murmured to himself.

*If I am no longer Adair, for I have changed into something else completely, I must name myself after what k!lled adair. For it did not only hurt the others but it made Adair d!3.*

*I am Oleander.*

*I can see the death these talons have caused and I will now pay the debt of d3ath by keeping and restoring life. I will heal those who are wounded so they never suffer the fate I did, wounds not material, wounds deep into a now harmed soul.*

*However I cannot deject my nature. I will still be ready to k!ll if I need too. But I will pay my debt...*

*I will pay it a thousand times over.*

(After a year, he realizes he is just Oleander, not both. But he still repays his debt)

## Personality

Oleander is prickly and snappy. He is gentle however. He still is alike to Adair, with a soft voice and kind eyes that now only let their guard down when they're healing someone or gardening. Oleander doesn't realize he is still Adair as well until these moments. And in those moments he prefers to be alone.

Sometimes, he can be found staring at the sun/moon, or watching something aimlessly, eyes often pained or sad. In those moments he wishes not to be alone, although he knows being on his lonesome is for the best.

If you manage to befriend him, he will care about that person and defend them with his life. He tries to make sure he doesn't get attached but if you get past that, which nobody yet has, he's kind, and one of the gentlest souls you will ever meet. He's also incredibly loyal.

## Abilities/Strengths

Although he doesn't posses leafspeak, Oleander is amazing at gardening, and cultivating herbal plants that serve as remedies to illnesses or injuries. He can build easily, and deconstruct just as easily. He also can tend to any wound or heal most illnesses. If he realizes the patient won't survive, he often blames himself, but in the end he lets it go and brings the dragon to a place he knows is peaceful, and that the dragon would like, and buries them in a hollow.

## Flaws/Weaknesses

He often pushes others away, he's prickly and often paranoid. He rarely tries to trust others, and he lives in fear of spies that will worm into his feelings and convince him to do things he never wants to do. Oleander is only kind to those who need him, and when they no longer need his aid, he lets go of them in a kind way, pushing the dragon away so he may never accidentally harm them.

## Possessions

Oleander doesn't really own anything. He technically owns his gardens and treehouse, but he rarely actually has something. There is however, one thing. An old animal skin he sleeps on every night. He has others, but he prefers this one, because it reminds him of home

Home like Angel and Ebony home.