To'ilalo

To'ilalo is a black, drake-ish NightWing with small, webbing-like wings. He has two large tusks curling out of his mouth and over his head, acting as horns. They have a scar of a wingless wyrm striking through several stars on their back, often covered with some sort of back adornment.

## Description

Toi is a black net of a dragon. Thin for faer size, the darkness that follows them is accompanied by an infinite amount of black jewelry, cloaks, you name it. This, by no means, makes faem vain, they just like jewelry. When they aren't covered in adornments, he has *so* many black pets. Black cats, ravens, black eggs, you name it. Usually attached to him, they're a collector of black objects. Of course, no prejudice against any other color, it's just their favorite. When they aren't being an Aurora, their back is covered by a sigil of a star echoing through three planets, in the shape of a wyrm without wings surrounded by a blank void slightly littered with stars, the sigil of Aloy. It looks like a burn that's been constantly picked at annoyingly, and it constantly scabs over. To'il's eyes are a gentle veil of black filled with blue stars, and they have a constant tired, yet curious look to them. Their bottom jaw fangs have grown out of their mouth, them reaching over his head and acting as horns, on his normally hornless head. His back feet are huge, like a kangaroo's, and he often runs on two feet because of it. Fae is also *tall*. Taller than most dragonets faer age, but shorter than fully grown dragons by a small bit. Faer is so tall they can sit down on nothing and not get strained, using faer haunches as a seat. Fae, from the natural exercise to keep themselves in shape, are scarily muscular. Fae could do a minimum of 100 push-ups/wing-ups(A wing exercise that includes flying over a body of water at least 6 ft. deep with chains attached to the wings, with the ends of the chains having metal balls hanging from every finger of the wing, ranging from 5 lb. each to 100 lb. each. The maximum lb. is 800 lb.). The maximum that fae lifted is 50 lb. each, equalling 400 lb in total, for *13 hours straight.* Fae could flex and break a bone in between faer thunder thighs, faer so muscular and buff. To'ilalo's tail is quite long, as his body is a little bony. His pattern is a zigzag pattern with a glittering black to blue based on how light hits him. Their wings have a 'too muscular' look to them. They look tough like you could easily break them, while having this extremely weak and stretched look to them, making the skin appear easy to pierce. Despite the obvious strength, they're about half of Toi's size, yet they're able to fully lift the dragonet off the ground. The finger(Or meat) of the wing is black with more scales than the rest of the body, and the wing skin/leather has a veiny look to it, similar to Peril's wings. As far as the color goes, when there isn't any light behind the outstretched appendage, it has a dirtied yellow appearance. When there is light, it turns white with the veins turning black. The veins are more pronounced and bigger, while with the dirty yellow, they're smaller and more common.

## Personality

Lalo's mental state is in denial of itself. They have a smile on their face, yet hate every thought that they hear from other dragons. They're proud of their differences while wishing his teeth stopped growing. They're at war with themself, yet enjoy who they are and reside in chaos. They are the 'This is Fine' meme, but instead of fire behind them, it's sand in a locked room, slowly filling. Because of it, they're charismatic while insulting themselves for charming everyone they meet, while seeming as awkward as possible, adding to cuteness. All of these traits are a personality themselves, and he moves across them without difficulty to hide his actual personality, the one they're ashamed of.

This personality is nervous and withdrawn, unlike the faer presented boisterous one. This one is quiet and worried, with no self-confidence to date. This one has been drowned out by everything else, and it was quieted to the point that To'ilalo'd forgotten that it'd existed. The amount of manipulation from other dragons he'd received in their life made them forget who they were, as they had been living a million seconds a minute.

Of course, they have no allegiance with anything, and the main mess of personalities(Which have different voices for each one- High-pitched for nervousness, deep and nasally for intimidating, etc.) have no preferences while having no decision on anything because nothing applies for *everything all of them want.* Faer's mind doesn't want to admit that it's broken, but if faer real personality comes out, he'll have to.

## Abilities

Weak mindreading, just really buff. Their tusks continuously grow, even when broken or severed. When pulled out, new ones will grow in. Because of such surgeries to get rid of the tusks, he cannot feel his lower jaw. He's even used the tusks as spears as a renewable weapon.

## Flaws

Toi's a mess. Fae often asks the wrong questions at the wrong time and prioritizes the wrong things, and their social skills, are, well, awful. They also have no self-control whatsoever, so if someone says something angering about The Chosen One, watch where you sleep before the fae'll be there. ***Watching.*** It's not much to ask of him to calm down, but getting him to get up after a day of interaction is asking a walrus to move because you want the warm spot it's on. Either way, it's not happening. Speaking of social skills, To'ilalo has *none.* He talks strangely because of his disablement, says tons of things that dragons could use against him, and more than always gets in dragons' business to see if he could profit from it(And he usually does because of Destiny). They often prioritize others over themselves, which is a good trait to have... But when your personality fights for control of your body, making you explosive and unpredictable, this priority becomes obsolete as it will more than likely hurt *you.* Speaking of getting hurt, don't betray him. The one thing that all of his personalities have is a deep hatred of having their honor and slight stupidity taken advantage of, especially with lies. They *will* challenge you to fight until you pass out, making it a win, and fae won't care how they get it. Never betray them, lest your body is riddled with wounds.

What Darkstalker did, however, was *embarrassing.* Toi was supposed to bring the NightWings back to power, to save their race from being ruled by stupid creatures! Just to be usurped by one greater than they could ever be? Because of this, Toi hates Darkstalker for taking away his glory. *He* was supposed to be the hero. Not some megalomaniac with ego issues and a lust for dead dragons!

## Backstory

*When the light runs out*

*And the dark takes hold*

*The one born in the brightest night, yet shielded in darkness*

*Will repair tenfold.*

That was the prophecy that turned his childhood from that of happiness and innocence to training and stress. From the egg, he spent a month speaking to his peers, and making friends, before he was ripped away from everything he knew and forced into training. He was taught that love was earned, and being the nervous wreck that he was at that age wouldn't get faem, love. He was taught to keep his body in shape, to work, to spar, and to do everything a future champion would do. He learned integrity and honesty, and by the age of 2, he could snap a child's neck with no difficulty. By the age of 2, thousands of thoughts pressed into his head, but he didn't ask questions because of the praise he received. He bit his tongue, held back his questions, and continued to train at the volcano, eventually pledging to a God at the age of 3 from that burn on his back. He performed in his first luchador Junior tournament and won without a hitch. His real personality, Toi, had been stomped down by the expectations of others, by those who would want a picture-perfect savior from a picture-perfect child, all because of a prophecy that he just happened to fit in. The thoughts that ran rampant in his mind formed into words, and then personalities, and he quickly learned of what kids his age did. Of course, he'd never understand, but he did try, and the dragonets that he once considered friends now glance at him with indifference... Even hate. And yet he held back his questions. Bit his tongue and smiled. And waited for the prophecy that was never to come.

And it didn't come. It never did. Because of *him.* Because of Darkstalker, his life fell into peices. Suddenly, the same elders that loved him were praising Darkstalker for existing. He was forgotten. He failed. And now, reduced to almost nothing?...