Hello! So, ever write up a bio and realize it's way too long? That's what happened to me, even though I tried to condense it. So, I decided to just post the piece here. I hope you enjoy it!
Note: I did not actually scroll this guy at all. He came as Ice/Mantis/Royal Clown/Eye Spots/Circuit. I did make his coat and goggles, though.
Edit: Fixed minor typos (Made capitalization consistent, completed an incomplete sentence etc.) and added the last line since I forgot to put it in there initially.
Edit2: Fixed a typo.
A Lightning dragon and a Light dragon had come together, and formed a single egg. The hatchling which came from it had no siblings, and though he was a Coatl, neither he nor his parents possessed any magic from the Flamecaller, having each hatched away from the Ashfall Waste. The hatchling was fairly normal and healthy, with beautiful white feathers and scales. The two dragons never formed another clutch. Their son was named Albus.
The small family of Coatls did not stay in the wood, however, and as they traveled, Albus grew. He was always a dreamer, and almost more frequent than "Why?" he asked "Why not?" The more they traveled, the more he learned. The Starfall Isles and the Shifting Expanse were particularly interesting to the growing Coatl. It was there that he was exposed to magic and science, respectively. He was quickly consumed by the topics.
The little Coatl family unit dissolved one day. Ariel, Albus' mother, succumbed to the deeply-ingrained call of the Flamecaller, and went to serve her. Tsukuyomi, Albus' father, went to settle in the Sunbeam Ruins. Albus had already been studying every textbook and ancient tome he could get his claws on, so his decision to begin studying under the alchemist, Baldwin, came as no surprise.
Despite how unique the family of Coatls had been, however, Albus had always felt a little distant from his parents. It was like there was some barrier there -- something that kept him from truly bonding with them. He loved them, yes, but not as much as he felt he should have.
Albus got along well with his fellow apprentices. They were always busy discovering new things, coming up with new theories, and keeping up on the latest breakthroughs. He still sent letters to his parents, however. And as he studied, Albus found himself more and more asking that same question from his childhood: "Why not?"
The more Albus discovered, the more he realized just how malleable Sornieth was. And not just the planet, but the perceived laws that held the conception of reality in place. Albus became more aggressive in his studies, cross-referencing teachings of magic, machine, and alchemy. He began to lose interest in other things, including maintaining his personal relationships with other dragons. Albus stopped writing to his parents.
Many years slipped away. Albus' question became insatiable. "Why not?" The answers that came up were unsatisfactory. There was no reason for it. When lightning struck Bladwin's cauldron, that confirmed it. Science, alchemy, magic... These powerful forces, which changed the unchangeable, could be harnessed as one. With such power, nothing was impossible. The gods struggled to dominate one another, each so distant from the day-to-day lives of those who lived in the world they created. Did they even have a claim on it anymore? If one could change the world, would they even care? And even if they did care, who was to say that they could not be overcome with the combined power of science, magic, and alchemy? "Why not?"
It then became so clear... Sornieth had no master. It was a chaotic mass of powers colliding with one another, aimlessly tossing itself about. If one could master the forces that influenced the world, one could achieve anything he desired. The world was unclaimed, sitting by the wayside. Why not pick it up?
Albus gained a goal. He sought to study and control these forces on the world. But to truly understand them -- to truly control them...he needed to become more. More than just a dragon limited to Shadow magic.
Albus procured a lab in the Shifting Expanse. Genius was never appreciated without results. Many may have called him mad, or blasphemous, appalled by his audacity to challenge the way the gods designated Sornieth and how dragons interacted with it. He kept his studies and experiments secret. Being a Shadow dragon helped...but it was still so limited. Why should dragons be confined so? After this...after he succeeded, the world would be cast in a new light. The potential was endless. Flights would mean nothing. The beastclans would mean nothing. No boundaries would exist anymore.
Time passed. Every sleepless night, he grew closer to it. He understood the biology of the Nature Flight, the machinery of the Lightning Flight, the craftsmanship of the Fire Flight, the magic of the Arcane Flight... He saw how they interacted with the world around them, and how they interacted with the dragons who controlled them. He was so close, now... These, he had chosen to join with his own. Shadow... No longer would he be merely a Shadow dragon. He would master whatever element he chose, and continue to study it, to understand its properties as only a wielder could.
Finally, it came. That fateful night... Alchemy. Machinery. Magic... Lightning magic surged through the machines. Nature magic lent itself to biology already. Such an experiment... If the others saw it before its success, he would be thought mad for sure. The surge of power... The runestones he had gathered for this purpose... Alchemy would bind it all together into one organism. This organism would gain the same attributes as Lightning- and Nature-attuned creatures. This organism...was Albus. Power surged through his instruments and materials, breaking it down for optimal absorption. And then it enveloped him.
It was like taking a deep breath after having been asleep. Albus could feel the magic filling him. It was so...natural. So breathtaking... So...heavy. Like he was underneath a great waterfall... Something filled his wings. Something from within him awoke. The raw magic was unstable. He transformed...
He must have blacked out. The room certainly had. There was only a green glow, not unlike the unstable materials of the alchemist. Albus looked over... His feathers... It was his feathers. They were glowing a bright green...but it looked like there were...cracks? No, his wings still functioned normally...ish. They were warmer, now, though not much. The light faded towards the tips, and the light seemed a little...polluted...rather than being one, solid color. Circles and dots were also mixed in, like bubbles found in gels, or like stains. There were also other obstructions to the light -- more...uniform-looking ones. Shadowy makings curved and struck across his wings, blocking out the light behind them. Wait... Was that...circuitry? Yes, he was sure of it now. Dark circuitry... It was...an unexpected result, for sure. But what of what he had expected?
Albus took in a breath. Feeling a warmth inside of him, ancient and primal as he concentrated, he attempted to release his inborn magic. What puffed out from his mouth...was a plume of purple, shadowy fire.
It worked... It worked!! Like the first Coatls, Albus had access to the lines of Fire magic which circled Sornieth! It seemed to be combined or tainted with his Shadow magic, but in time, he was certain that he could understand the phenomenon. For now, he was not merely a Shadow dragon anymore. He was both Shadow and Fire.
Something surged through his wings. A little startled, Albus looked to them. A faint glow was leaving the dark circuitry. Curious, he forced his inborn power through the lines. As the circuitry began to glow purple, Albus instinctively knew that he was accessing Shadow and Lightning lines of magic. Nature and Arcane, too, were within him... Albus had five elements.
Roughly half of the known magicks were at his disposal. It was considered impossible...but he had done it! A smugness welled up within the Coatl. Thinking of Sornieth's deities, he scoffed. So many accepted the way things were just because it had been that way for so long. No one had even tried achieving magical attunement on their own! But look at him now... The deities had no hold over the dragons of Sornieth except what the dragons limited themselves to! Albus had done what no one else had -- what the gods had never allowed. Even the gods were each confined to a single element! And if that was the case...then why shouldn't he join them? Why couldn't he be a god?
The god of ingenuity... The god of change... No... The god of progress. That's what he would be. And he would surpass the gods. For thousands of years, the old gods had remained the same. That or they were stuck in a pillar. They never improved. But here, one of their creations had become their equal. He would continue to improve and they would remain the same. He would become-- No. That was just it. He would simply become. And he would not stop "becoming."
Feathers smoothly folded down in self-importance, Albus leisurely considered the gods and their magic in turn. He was a dragon of progress. The elements he had already gathered reflected this. The dragons of the Lightning "Flight" -- what a farce -- were inventors. They understood progress. Likewise, the metalworkers of the Fire Flight. Arcane dragons were always experimenting and seeking. He approved of that. Nature was obvious about it, always seeking to expand. And Shadow... He had made good use of Shadow's deceitful nature. He would accept it. But what value did the others hold to him?
"The Monument Builders" of the Earth Flight... Pah! What had they really built recently that was worth any mention? They clung to the past. There was no place for them among the new god. And the Water dragons? The Tidelord himself always sequestered himself away, muttering prophesies and doing nothing productive with his knowledge. Such insight was just as well unknown if one was not going to use it. Albus discounted them. Plague dragons wasted time, energy, and health bashing their skulls against one another and destroying what was around them. Worthless. They would all kill each other eventually. The dragons of the Ice Flight preserved the past, much like the Earth dragons. Albus had no use for them. The Light Flight. They weren't so different from the Water Flight, attaining knowledge just to gain knowledge. Useless. The Wind dragons were even worse about it, being more like the Plague Flight in that they piddled away their time on meaningless, pointless activities, never truly achieving anything.
No, Albus was satisfied with the magicks he had collected. Now, it was time to formally announce himself to his new peers. They were easy to locate. After all, each deity never left their preferred abodes in their respective territories. He was certain they would be in awe that one of their creations had attained such heights.
However, it was not so. Albus was seen as inconsequential, arrogant, a curiosity, a nuisance...but not a peer. In his rage, Albus made war on the gods and their flights...and he was captured by dragons of the Ice Flight. The gods didn't even intervene. Albus was furious, but he couldn't ignore the results of his failure. No good scientist would. He was not a god. He was a dragon...defeated by dragons.
Albus was taken to the Fortress of Ends and locked away in one of its many cells. He was contemptuous and bitter, but defeated. As he resigned himself to his eternal prison, with the walls and bars made from ice which would never melt, Albus huddled in on himself, preserving as much warmth as he was able to. His wings helped, but he knew that he was still mortal. One day, maybe in a week, he would likely be nothing more than a frozen corpse. His wings still radiated light and a little bit of heat, but it would not be enough. He was regretting his decision not to become an ice dragon when he had had the chance. They would be able to survive any cold...
Time went by. Day by day, Albus awoke to the same, frigid cell. He was certain that he would never use his hands or feet again, as they had frozen over. He was always tired. Hope was a dream. He would never survive this place... He gazed down upon his striped body and black lab coat. He had been in the same monotonous environment for so long, now, that his eyes were playing tricks on him. His white scales looked like they had turned a light blue, like the ice all around him...
He stared at himself a while longer... Then, his tired eyes slowly widened in astonishment. A bewildered, malicious smile twisted its way across his face. His body had adapted on its own, without needing to repeat the experiment, and had taken on an icy hue. He was an Ice dragon now, too...and perhaps he would survive this fortress after all. Long enough to escape...and to seek vengeance against those who had trapped him there.
"Why not?"
Note: I did not actually scroll this guy at all. He came as Ice/Mantis/Royal Clown/Eye Spots/Circuit. I did make his coat and goggles, though.
Edit: Fixed minor typos (Made capitalization consistent, completed an incomplete sentence etc.) and added the last line since I forgot to put it in there initially.
Edit2: Fixed a typo.
Albus' Progression
A Lightning dragon and a Light dragon had come together, and formed a single egg. The hatchling which came from it had no siblings, and though he was a Coatl, neither he nor his parents possessed any magic from the Flamecaller, having each hatched away from the Ashfall Waste. The hatchling was fairly normal and healthy, with beautiful white feathers and scales. The two dragons never formed another clutch. Their son was named Albus.
The small family of Coatls did not stay in the wood, however, and as they traveled, Albus grew. He was always a dreamer, and almost more frequent than "Why?" he asked "Why not?" The more they traveled, the more he learned. The Starfall Isles and the Shifting Expanse were particularly interesting to the growing Coatl. It was there that he was exposed to magic and science, respectively. He was quickly consumed by the topics.
The little Coatl family unit dissolved one day. Ariel, Albus' mother, succumbed to the deeply-ingrained call of the Flamecaller, and went to serve her. Tsukuyomi, Albus' father, went to settle in the Sunbeam Ruins. Albus had already been studying every textbook and ancient tome he could get his claws on, so his decision to begin studying under the alchemist, Baldwin, came as no surprise.
Despite how unique the family of Coatls had been, however, Albus had always felt a little distant from his parents. It was like there was some barrier there -- something that kept him from truly bonding with them. He loved them, yes, but not as much as he felt he should have.
Albus got along well with his fellow apprentices. They were always busy discovering new things, coming up with new theories, and keeping up on the latest breakthroughs. He still sent letters to his parents, however. And as he studied, Albus found himself more and more asking that same question from his childhood: "Why not?"
The more Albus discovered, the more he realized just how malleable Sornieth was. And not just the planet, but the perceived laws that held the conception of reality in place. Albus became more aggressive in his studies, cross-referencing teachings of magic, machine, and alchemy. He began to lose interest in other things, including maintaining his personal relationships with other dragons. Albus stopped writing to his parents.
Many years slipped away. Albus' question became insatiable. "Why not?" The answers that came up were unsatisfactory. There was no reason for it. When lightning struck Bladwin's cauldron, that confirmed it. Science, alchemy, magic... These powerful forces, which changed the unchangeable, could be harnessed as one. With such power, nothing was impossible. The gods struggled to dominate one another, each so distant from the day-to-day lives of those who lived in the world they created. Did they even have a claim on it anymore? If one could change the world, would they even care? And even if they did care, who was to say that they could not be overcome with the combined power of science, magic, and alchemy? "Why not?"
It then became so clear... Sornieth had no master. It was a chaotic mass of powers colliding with one another, aimlessly tossing itself about. If one could master the forces that influenced the world, one could achieve anything he desired. The world was unclaimed, sitting by the wayside. Why not pick it up?
Albus gained a goal. He sought to study and control these forces on the world. But to truly understand them -- to truly control them...he needed to become more. More than just a dragon limited to Shadow magic.
Albus procured a lab in the Shifting Expanse. Genius was never appreciated without results. Many may have called him mad, or blasphemous, appalled by his audacity to challenge the way the gods designated Sornieth and how dragons interacted with it. He kept his studies and experiments secret. Being a Shadow dragon helped...but it was still so limited. Why should dragons be confined so? After this...after he succeeded, the world would be cast in a new light. The potential was endless. Flights would mean nothing. The beastclans would mean nothing. No boundaries would exist anymore.
Time passed. Every sleepless night, he grew closer to it. He understood the biology of the Nature Flight, the machinery of the Lightning Flight, the craftsmanship of the Fire Flight, the magic of the Arcane Flight... He saw how they interacted with the world around them, and how they interacted with the dragons who controlled them. He was so close, now... These, he had chosen to join with his own. Shadow... No longer would he be merely a Shadow dragon. He would master whatever element he chose, and continue to study it, to understand its properties as only a wielder could.
Finally, it came. That fateful night... Alchemy. Machinery. Magic... Lightning magic surged through the machines. Nature magic lent itself to biology already. Such an experiment... If the others saw it before its success, he would be thought mad for sure. The surge of power... The runestones he had gathered for this purpose... Alchemy would bind it all together into one organism. This organism would gain the same attributes as Lightning- and Nature-attuned creatures. This organism...was Albus. Power surged through his instruments and materials, breaking it down for optimal absorption. And then it enveloped him.
It was like taking a deep breath after having been asleep. Albus could feel the magic filling him. It was so...natural. So breathtaking... So...heavy. Like he was underneath a great waterfall... Something filled his wings. Something from within him awoke. The raw magic was unstable. He transformed...
He must have blacked out. The room certainly had. There was only a green glow, not unlike the unstable materials of the alchemist. Albus looked over... His feathers... It was his feathers. They were glowing a bright green...but it looked like there were...cracks? No, his wings still functioned normally...ish. They were warmer, now, though not much. The light faded towards the tips, and the light seemed a little...polluted...rather than being one, solid color. Circles and dots were also mixed in, like bubbles found in gels, or like stains. There were also other obstructions to the light -- more...uniform-looking ones. Shadowy makings curved and struck across his wings, blocking out the light behind them. Wait... Was that...circuitry? Yes, he was sure of it now. Dark circuitry... It was...an unexpected result, for sure. But what of what he had expected?
Albus took in a breath. Feeling a warmth inside of him, ancient and primal as he concentrated, he attempted to release his inborn magic. What puffed out from his mouth...was a plume of purple, shadowy fire.
It worked... It worked!! Like the first Coatls, Albus had access to the lines of Fire magic which circled Sornieth! It seemed to be combined or tainted with his Shadow magic, but in time, he was certain that he could understand the phenomenon. For now, he was not merely a Shadow dragon anymore. He was both Shadow and Fire.
Something surged through his wings. A little startled, Albus looked to them. A faint glow was leaving the dark circuitry. Curious, he forced his inborn power through the lines. As the circuitry began to glow purple, Albus instinctively knew that he was accessing Shadow and Lightning lines of magic. Nature and Arcane, too, were within him... Albus had five elements.
Roughly half of the known magicks were at his disposal. It was considered impossible...but he had done it! A smugness welled up within the Coatl. Thinking of Sornieth's deities, he scoffed. So many accepted the way things were just because it had been that way for so long. No one had even tried achieving magical attunement on their own! But look at him now... The deities had no hold over the dragons of Sornieth except what the dragons limited themselves to! Albus had done what no one else had -- what the gods had never allowed. Even the gods were each confined to a single element! And if that was the case...then why shouldn't he join them? Why couldn't he be a god?
The god of ingenuity... The god of change... No... The god of progress. That's what he would be. And he would surpass the gods. For thousands of years, the old gods had remained the same. That or they were stuck in a pillar. They never improved. But here, one of their creations had become their equal. He would continue to improve and they would remain the same. He would become-- No. That was just it. He would simply become. And he would not stop "becoming."
Feathers smoothly folded down in self-importance, Albus leisurely considered the gods and their magic in turn. He was a dragon of progress. The elements he had already gathered reflected this. The dragons of the Lightning "Flight" -- what a farce -- were inventors. They understood progress. Likewise, the metalworkers of the Fire Flight. Arcane dragons were always experimenting and seeking. He approved of that. Nature was obvious about it, always seeking to expand. And Shadow... He had made good use of Shadow's deceitful nature. He would accept it. But what value did the others hold to him?
"The Monument Builders" of the Earth Flight... Pah! What had they really built recently that was worth any mention? They clung to the past. There was no place for them among the new god. And the Water dragons? The Tidelord himself always sequestered himself away, muttering prophesies and doing nothing productive with his knowledge. Such insight was just as well unknown if one was not going to use it. Albus discounted them. Plague dragons wasted time, energy, and health bashing their skulls against one another and destroying what was around them. Worthless. They would all kill each other eventually. The dragons of the Ice Flight preserved the past, much like the Earth dragons. Albus had no use for them. The Light Flight. They weren't so different from the Water Flight, attaining knowledge just to gain knowledge. Useless. The Wind dragons were even worse about it, being more like the Plague Flight in that they piddled away their time on meaningless, pointless activities, never truly achieving anything.
No, Albus was satisfied with the magicks he had collected. Now, it was time to formally announce himself to his new peers. They were easy to locate. After all, each deity never left their preferred abodes in their respective territories. He was certain they would be in awe that one of their creations had attained such heights.
However, it was not so. Albus was seen as inconsequential, arrogant, a curiosity, a nuisance...but not a peer. In his rage, Albus made war on the gods and their flights...and he was captured by dragons of the Ice Flight. The gods didn't even intervene. Albus was furious, but he couldn't ignore the results of his failure. No good scientist would. He was not a god. He was a dragon...defeated by dragons.
Albus was taken to the Fortress of Ends and locked away in one of its many cells. He was contemptuous and bitter, but defeated. As he resigned himself to his eternal prison, with the walls and bars made from ice which would never melt, Albus huddled in on himself, preserving as much warmth as he was able to. His wings helped, but he knew that he was still mortal. One day, maybe in a week, he would likely be nothing more than a frozen corpse. His wings still radiated light and a little bit of heat, but it would not be enough. He was regretting his decision not to become an ice dragon when he had had the chance. They would be able to survive any cold...
Time went by. Day by day, Albus awoke to the same, frigid cell. He was certain that he would never use his hands or feet again, as they had frozen over. He was always tired. Hope was a dream. He would never survive this place... He gazed down upon his striped body and black lab coat. He had been in the same monotonous environment for so long, now, that his eyes were playing tricks on him. His white scales looked like they had turned a light blue, like the ice all around him...
He stared at himself a while longer... Then, his tired eyes slowly widened in astonishment. A bewildered, malicious smile twisted its way across his face. His body had adapted on its own, without needing to repeat the experiment, and had taken on an icy hue. He was an Ice dragon now, too...and perhaps he would survive this fortress after all. Long enough to escape...and to seek vengeance against those who had trapped him there.
"Why not?"
