Frostflame

PERSONALITY:
Unfortunate has resided in the Forgotten Mimic clan ever since he met his mate, Misfortune. Together, they live in a secluded lair at the very edge of the Wandering Contagion territory - separate from all others in their clan. Those in the clan try their best to avoid Unfortunate, as strange things have happened to those who crossed his path. The dragons unlucky enough to come across him alone have often never been heard from again.

No one knows why Misfortune remains loyal to Unfortunate. With her sweet nature and serene grace, many consider her the exact opposite of her lifelong mate, Unfortunate. However, when confronted about this, she simply gives a soft smile. She recognizes, unlike the majority of her clan, that Unfortunate is not all he appears to be. Although he may seem feral, violent, and dangerous, Misfortune knows the truth. She has never met a stronger, braver, and more loyal dragon in her life.

Unfortunate does his best to keep disasters to a minimum in his clan. He tries to stay out of the way of other dragons to ensure their safety, and he isolates himself in order to prevent more strange occurances. Occasionally, his exposure to other dragons results in a moderate famine or disease outbreak, but mostly he keeps the evil locked up securely inside of him. The only time he unleashes his full, unbridled strength is when battling.

Unfortunate is the primary warrior in the clan, and he's often been known to slay entire colonies of prey without even removing his mask. His power is incredible when used in the correct way, and over time Unfortunate has learned to do just that. With unfailing help from Misfortune, Unfortunate is slowly, but surely, beginning to use his strength for good.

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BACKSTORY:
Unfortunate was, well, unfortunate. He always had been, and it seemed as though he always would be as well.

The day Unfortunate was born, the Plaguebringer herself felt something jolt inside of her. Never before had she felt something so vile, so disgusting, so rotten come onto this earth with such a powerful evil. Well, besides herself. But the deity wasn't the only one who sensed his great, terrifying potential. His clan, too, instinctively knew there was something wrong. They didn't know why, but they knew that the newborn hatchling had to go. And so they cast him out into the barren, festering plaguelands - so that he may be around an environment as foul as himself.

He wandered around for ages, adopting an uninhibited nature that matched his violet upbringing. As the hatred began to consume all his other emotions, he felt nothing but spite towards those who had wronged him. He hated his birth clan that had abandoned him, he hated his deity that had forsaken her own son. But most of all, he hated himself. He despised everything about himself - from his bloodstained clawtips to the accidents he caused wherever he went; but most of all, his very rotton core.

No matter where he went, some sort of disaster occured. Earthquakes ravaged the ground he stepped on, dragons were paralyzed immediately when they looked into his empty red eyes. Eventually, he grew accustomed to these happenings. He even began to believe that the victims of the unlucky tragedies even deserved their fates. In a way, he envied them. They would be missed, lamented. They would begin to lose themselves to insanity, and they would finally gain the peaceful silence he had longed for all his life. That alone was more than he could ever dream of asking for.

Nothing was the same after he wandered into the Wandering Contagion. That was the day when he finally lost his last fragment of frayed patience, when he decided that his cursed life had cost too much. He closed his eyes, but when he opened them again, he was shocked to find a practically identical dragon gazing sadly back at him. He stared, hypnotized at rapt attention by her expression. He was immediately struck with a sense of amazement. Why did it seem like her eyes conveyed so much pain and sadness, like she'd seen too much? It was almost as if her life had been as troubled as his own...

"I'm sorry you've had the misfortune of meeting me." When she spoke, her voice was like a sigh on the breeze. As her sad eyes met his pained ones, it was as if two wandering souls had finally found their other halves.

Unfortunate, for the first time in his life, let a smile dart across his face. She was the one, he just knew it. "Meeting you? How... unfortunate."

Misfortune looked surprised, then her face morphed into an expression of joyful intrigue. "Unfortunate..." she paused, "Yes, I do think that fortune has paired us together. Or, should I say, misfortune."

Unfortunate smiled. "Yes, it seems so."