Otisis

Personality

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History
Out of the eleven flights, the residents of Ice heritage were the coldest and most unfeeling. It wasn't them as a whole - there were those of Ice heritage who shone with a comforting warmth - but several dragons could care less about anything and everything, even if that anything was their own egg. They were researchers, and their ideals were set in stone. They cared solely for excavation of ancient artefacts, and naught for anything else.

One particular pair of Ice researchers were slightly different, yet not in the sense that they preferred musty old relics to the living. They were different in that their pursuit was not of ancient knowledge, but of the unknown - the very same trait that made Arcane dragons so dangerous. With a couple of colleagues from other flights, they began an organisation, a group that would test the limits of draconic ingenuity: they would attempt to control life.

Of course, they could not capture the living for their research - no dragon would consent to being experimented on. But there were eggs - unborn life, life that could be moulded, changed, and those eggs were their target.

It started with ordinary egg collecting. Many eggs have the habit of wandering away and ending up in the Coliseum, where it was easy picking for the researchers. But soon their need for test subjects accelerated, and the unclaimed eggs in the Coliseum were not enough. They began purchasing eggs, then stealing them when their funds dwindled away.

Yet still, it was not enough. Not enough to explore the world beyond the borders they wished to exceed. Caught in the craze of their research, the founders of the organisation decided that they needed hardier eggs - eggs that would not die after one experiment. Of the eleven flights, there were only two that fit the description - the eggs born of Plague, and those born of Ice, and so they turned to their own frozen egg to experiment on.

Their egg perhaps endured the worst of the experiments, for they placed spells on it that prevent it from hatching, hoping to prolonged its usefulness. Ancient blood, mystical liquid, venoms meant to kill - all of it was poured into the egg, the amounts used measured meticulously to put the hatchling on the edge of death, but not quite killing it.

Of course the hatchling within suffered, for though it had not yet hatched, it had the sense of touch, and it felt unbearable pain. It wished to break free, but it could not, for its very own parents had sealed it within its egg, turning the very thing meant to protect it into a prison. Slowly it suffered, as his parents extracted the liquids from its egg to use on others. The part of it that could think couldn't comprehend more than the pain it felt, and it thought that this was its fate - to be in pain forever.

But while Fate enjoyed delivering pain, there were times it was kind. And besides, the research altering eggs had not gone unnoticed. It was all but a matter of time before two vigilantes caught up with the researchers, and pulled down the terrible laboratory that had taken so many unborn lives. The researchers that were not buried in the ruins fled, and were seen no more.

Amson was one of the two that had wrecked vengeance on the researchers, and he was the one who took the unhatched eggs under his wing. Immediately he noticed the strangeness of the Ice egg, and saw the spells that had been casted upon it. Having learned magic himself, Amson began unweaving the spells, and with it, the intense pain within the unborn hatchling. And as soon as the last spell was neutralised, the egg hatched.

And so was the birth of Otisis.



Out of all the eggs that had been experimented on, Otisis came out comparatively normal - if not for the multiple, protruding scars dotting his body. They were memories of what had been done to the unborn him, and they made it painful to move. Not even Amson could do anything about them during their travels together, and it was only after joining the Nebula Pirate was this pain rid from him by Starbrite, who turned the scars into harmless gems.

Despite his ordinary appearance, Otisis has been changed by the experiments his parents did on him. He experiences everything in sharper focus, and is capable of seeing things with the vision of a hawk's. All five of his senses are more enhanced than that of normal dragons, which would be considered a gift, if not for the fact it made Otisis susceptible to the many secrets that were whispered behind closed doors, and other things he was uncomfortable with hearing. And seeing. It's really hard to focus on eating a really good meal when not five metres away you can see a spider sucking the life out of an unfortunate fly.

Otisis considers Lestat his elder brother, for the latter had taken care of him while he was growing up. He can be seen in Lestat's shadow where the vampire goes, and should anyone dare bother the Imperial, Otisis is there to show the unfortunate fellow just how ferocious a Pearlcatcher can be. Most of the time these kind of fights end up with Lestat beating up the offender for beating up Otisis, but really, it's the thought that counts.

After joining the clan, Otisis enthusiastically took up the role of one of the fighters. Most dragons were initially skeptical with his choice in career - after all, how can a dragon like a Pearlcatcher ever become a fighter? But after extensive training, Otisis proved himself in battle by bowling down an entire unit of Beastclans. And by bowling, I mean he lit his pearl on fire and then hurled it at them. But hey - whatever works, right? Either way, he got into the rank of fighters, and that's what matters.

Otisis is gentle and soft-spoken, and though he may seem prone to jumping to action, he always tries talking his way out of a conflict first. He's very sensitive to the feeling of others, and gets agitated and flushed easily. Having been raised by Amson, he is mannerly and can be formal at times, though he often gets his formal terms mixed up. Unlike Lestat, he doesn't scare his clanmates as much, nor does he seem strange in appearance. However, with his enhanced senses, Otisis knows more about his clanmates than he would like, and has been known to occasionally blurt out secrets and then run to hide behind Lestat.

Lestat is tired of reminding him that his clanmates are more amused by the fact he knows their secrets than angry. But Otisis doesn't believe him. He'd rather let Lestat try to explain things to his befuddled clanmates than face them himself.m.

Trivia

• Originally arrived at the clan with Iridescent, Shimmer, and Gembond genes.
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