Alabaster

**Alabaster** is a Sandwing wanderer that is unable to die of natural causes and is rather 'immortal'. more TBA

## Personality

Alabaster used to be a very outgoing and outspoken dragon in his younger years, before the effects of his flawed immortality started to degrade his mental health. Those days are now long gone, as now he is fractured. His mind has degraded from centuries alone, changing him to be more unfocused. His memories often slip away, leaving large areas of time unknown to him, only captured in his writing. Due to his larger size, he has adjusted to be more softspoken, and more thoughtful of his words and actions. As being so unfortunately large has made his actions have more consequences and he can’t afford, and is quite afraid to hurt somebody quite like he had to hurt his brother.

He gets easily attached to dragons who encounter him, as years of being lost in his own thoughts has made him yearn for any sort of social interaction. Despite this, he still refuses to go to any form of civilization. Unsure of what would happen if he did, and worried it would irreversibly change his life forever.

To distract from the constant and ever repeating drone of caring for his home day after year, after century. He absorbs whatever information he can, and is often elated to immerse himself in new activities when he can think of them. Spending sleepless days at a time just learning and perfecting new crafts and hobbies when his body can handle it.

Alabaster dislikes his old and decrepit body.. Weathered and broken, he knows one day he may never be able to move again, and he dreads it. He views his scars as just marks that tally how close he is to living one of his greatest fears.

## Backstory

Alabaster was just one of the two dragonets who hatched from the same egg under the light of the moon. His scales were paler than what was expected for a sandwing. It was almost as if his scales were trying to imitate the moon hanging overhead. Jasper, his brother however had vibrant scales of rusty tan, orange, and red.

Their powers were not clear at first, they just seemed like ordinary dragonets until much much later in their life. As they grew older they noticed they didint become as hungry or as thirsty as most sandwings usually did after a large amount of time.. But both of them attributed that to just being more resilient. Though they soon came to face the real power they had as they grew elderly and most dragons died around them from disease or bodily failure… both of them looked… unscathed by time. Small scars and their bigger size told of their age and experience.. But they werent weak, they were as strong at 165 than as when they were 50.

Watching their parents die and their friends wither… and all that they knew crumble over time hurt them both. Marking them to the core. Jasper was elated, if still sad about the passing of others. They were invincible! They could change the world for the better, or for the worse if they wanted. Alabaster was… not as excited. But he felt a small comfort in the fact that he would be able to spend a lifetime over and over with his brother.

Jasper’s inspiration and energy faded quickly as they reached year 500… He was in scuffle after scuffle, his body slowing down immensely… And while Alabaster tried his best to help, the scars and injuries added up over time to his brother. So as they began to reach the age of 1000, they became more recluse… with alabaster wanting to just settle down in the desert and remember the whole of his life while he could.

Something happened though, something that scarred alabaster forever and left him… alone once more as his brother got trapped… leading to a desperate exchange that left only himself walking out alive… Forlorn and heartbroken, he did his best to settle down in an oasis in the desert. Wanting to preserve the memory of his brother, of his family, of what he went through in the passages of time.

So he built a library. A tall imposing building filled wall to wall with shelves, scrolls, and ink. And wrote all that he could remember, all that he could think of. So that maybe when he died…. Maybe he wouldint be forgotten in the sands that had buried all trace of his past.