Liftoff, and the firestorm ignites. Antimatter is aiming for the stars high above, dead set on reaching them, on reaching their source, and bringing back the fire from above that thrives in his eyes. With the Killjoys, Antimatter has thrived, feeding on the joy of life, through everything the world has thrown his way. Facing the razor winds has done nothing to dampen his enthusiasm.

Antimatter comes from a distant corner of the Lightning homelands, one tainted in its very atmosphere with Shade. His egg was covered in the evil goo, and Antimatter was hatched with Shade imbued in his scales. The writhing grasp of evil still extends its claws across his scales and wings, stretching his body to unusual proportions and twisting his horns. Despite all this, he is undeterred. He will not be held back by his past or his parents’ sins. The Shade is the only deity on the face of Sornieth that Antimatter believes in, and he will kill it himself if he has to.

The endless dream of space spurs Antimatter on, building a home and clan within the Killjoys. The Fab Four welcomed him despite the danger, and he has paid them back in full for their trust. There is no future Antimatter will take except one of his own making--fate, candlelit past, and all other oaths be cast to the Shade.


He had expected it to happen eventually. Being Shade-touched, Antimatter was marked for life, set apart from most other dragons in a dangerous way. Eventually, the Gaolers would catch up with him, now that they were once again released to the world. But he had not expected this young Gaoler, Kona. A native to Plague, returned to his homeland as a Seeker after swearing his oath at the Fortress of Ends, Kona stood before the full might of the Killjoy crew without flinching. Reluctantly accepted as one of their own, he stands as a Sentry, keeping a wary watch over Antimatter.

For his own part, Antimatter hardly cares. In fact, he barely even notices Kona's forbidding presence. With how quickly the clan moves, from campsite to campsite, Kona is often left behind, half-built fortifications marking their trail. Antimatter laughs at the idea that a single Gaoler could contain him. While the Killjoys know he is powerful, he has yet to show the true reach of his darkened claws.


Antimatter's devotion to his cause has never strayed. However, he has taken time from its dogged pursuit to pay forward some of the kindness he has met in the Killjoy clan. Kona's sturdiness on the battlefield has left him wounded, and Antimatter has sung him to sleep, praying that he would keep the light behind his eyes for one more night. Close calls are an occupational hazard in the Abiding Boneyard, but Antimatter wishes they didn't come knocking quite so often.

Judas likes to tell him he's being dramatic. That he's imagining things and to stop listening to telenovelas on the radio. But Antimatter can't help but think... Maybe Kona has started to change for the better? And maybe it's lightening the imprint of trauma in his own scales.


Antimatter awakens to a brighter sun over the boneyards these days.

After years of searching, of standing a relentless watch, of forcing a hopeless devotion ot an oath, Bulletproof Heart is born anew in the ashes of the Seedscar. Antimatter faces the changes sweeping over the clan with a new resolve, knowing that at his side is a Killjoy of true spirit and mettle.

Kona's best qualities live still--but carried in a brighter torch, by a fresh soul in Bulletproof Heart. It is enough to make Antimatter's own sparks arc to dangerous life once again. If only it did not excite the writhing darkness still lingering in his scales.


Exile to the Starfall Isles has strengthened the shell around Antimatter's cold heart. The clan that took him in and gave him life is on the verse of collapse. They need to gather their strength, wait, and when they are reborn, they will face the dawn anew. The barrel of tomorrow is still hot firing off today.

Antimatter has seen too many Killjoys fall. Too many of their number stayed behind, to give up their wandering ways for the relative safety of the Sugar Plumb. The clan had grown too quickly and collapsed under its own weight. This can never happen again. His heart aches in the shell he has put around it, but the pain will never crack the surface.


Having returned to the boneyards, Antimatter is stronger than ever. He is ready to continue strengthening the remnants of the clan who made it home. The shell around his heart is growing inward, crushing him as he stumbles through his last crusade. No fire, no fury, no morning, no coming star will crush the Killjoys while he still breathes.

But the isolation is wearing him thin. He can feel the cold hands of the Shade printed on his scales starting to claw at him again. His clan seems blind to the stirring of evil even as Antimatter himself convinces himself he's imagining things.

Then he faces betrayal. Twice. Speared through by a broken faith from his sun and his north star.

The boneyards are a quiet place and their arms are open as Antimatter runs to their embrace.

Charged Duneberry

Plant

This berry glows brightest -and tastes best- just after a storm.

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Sharpened Scythe

Trinkets

Fashioned from obsidian, the head of this scythe is more than capable of splitting hairs.

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King of the Plains

Trinkets

A stylized onyx statue depicting a King Quillrunner stalking its prey.

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