Weaver

I N T R O D U C T I O N

Threadweaver belonged to Delta, but was adopted by moi. c:

"No. I'm not part RainWing. That- no. I'm not."

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Gender	Female
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Occupation	Student, Weaver
Tribe	NightWings
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Relatives	Dead
Allies	Nonexistent
Enemies	Many, but Inconsequential
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Love Interests	Is this a joke

A P P E A R A N C E

Threadweaver suffers from some severe health problems due to her upbringing on the NightWing's volcanic island. She's malnourished. She's farsighted. She's constantly coughing and wheezing whenever she's forced to engage in any sort of physical activity, which causes her thin body to tremble and shake until you fear that she might collapse.

Her respiratory problems leave her little room to breathe, let alone try to speak. If she does have enough breath to speak, her voice is rough and croaky and thick. It alternates between the wet sound of a dragon hocking spit, and the screech of a dragon dragging their claws against a chalkboard.

Threadweaver is a skinny NightWing, all straight angles and long, gangly limbs. The bright pinpoints on her wings are dashed across from one end to the other, as though they are shooting stars. She has jet-black scales streaked with indigo, midnight blue, and intense purple, so much so that she is almost abnormally colorful. Maybe even a little beautiful.

Her eyes are a foggy black that stare at nothing in particular, and you'll notice that she seems to have trouble looking at stationary objects. Her gaze often wavers if she tries to focus on a fixed position for too long. A crease graces Threadweaver's forehead, a testament to how often she must squint in order to see. Even with her glasses, she squints.

"Well . . . that's the best I'm going to do. But of course, no one cares about that."

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Threadweaver is always quiet upon the first meeting, save for her struggled breathing. She keeps her head down, but lets her gaze wander around. It never quite lands on you. She does not speak. She does not answer any questions. At some point, she'll just flat-out leave without a word of farewell.

Threadweaver has never had a knack for making good first impressions, but nor does she have a knack for making good second, third, fourth, or fifth impressions. She is far too preoccupied with more interesting matters to politely nod through an insignificant conversation of small talk.

She is snide and temperamental and self-absorbed. She holds no pleasantness within her, at least not at a surface level. Growing up a hungry dragonet surrounded by similarly hungry dragonets taught her to be wary of others, especially if they were acting nice. Everyone has an ulterior motive.

So speak first before others speak for you. Judge them before they can judge you. Cut them to the core with your words, criticize every little thing that they do, never cease your complaining or your scornful commentary or your contemptuous stares. They will not hurt you if they fear your presence.

Threadweaver's volatile outbursts and capricious nature have isolated her from her peers, but she actually prefers isolation to the deep insecurity that threatens to consume her, were she to ever relinquish her malignant ways. She has relied on her hatred for so long that is has become comforting.

Threadweaver has shown a different side to herself, but only when she believes she is alone. She forgoes her constant vigilance, and gains a dreamy expression on her face. She murmurs words to herself, too soft for others to hear.....of course, this doesn't last long. She's too perceptive for that.

"It's all revenge, revenge, revenge! No time for anything else!"

H I S T O R Y

Threadweaver was hatched on the volcanic island.

"Well, aren't YOU a precious little baboon."

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

Hypothermia: Threadweaver firmly believes that that no self-respecting dragon would ever act half as badly as Hypothermia does, so Hypothermia is either completely devoid of shame, or she is secretly five monkeys wearing a dragon suit. She feels more inclined towards the latter.

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"I need my glasses, you twit. The're not a flapping fashion statement."

T R I V I A

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"Oh...this is beautiful. I've never seen anything with this colour before."

G A L L E R Y

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