Graffiti

Graffiti is an odd case to say the least - a common trend among the elites of the Clan it seems. Though he is one of the strongest dragons around the Mirror can often be seen with his head low and frills quivering in anxiety. He has a few difficulties when it comes to social situations or confrontations; he would much rather simply slink off on his own. This behavior, however, is commonly mistaken for weakness and thus goes punished by the more overconfident members.

Ugly. Stupid. Weird. Those were just a few of the names given to him. All of which were taken to heart by the sensitive Graffiti. For a while the only dragons he wasn't afraid of approaching were the other elites. Cyclops was not a very comforting companion and Anura could only give him a fraction of her time before other matters drug her away. Alone with his thoughts, the Mirror could hardly make himself get up anymore save for when the Emperor passed along work.

He began mimicking Cyclops and Anura's collecting habits in an attempt to make himself feel better - soon amassing his own horde of "friends" in multi-colored serpents. They made him feel slightly better as their vivid colors matched his own, but they were far from helping Graffiti fully recover. All the Clan was quick to notice him simply curled up day-in-and-out with his pets. Not eating. Not speaking. Only moving to feed his snakes when the time came before laying right back down.

It was clear that he wasn't going to make it much longer, and the bullying only grew worse. His salvation came in the form of a Guardian: Astraea. The Prodigy approached him out of the blue and beckoned him to walk with her. Ever since that day Graffiti has steadily grown in confidence and self-worth; displaying the fledgling-like jovial dragon that he always has been without fear of being shunned.

Now-a-days the elite will bounce around camp and play games with the hatchlings on his off time. One of his favorite activities is simply chatting with Astraea about what his last mission had been about or different serpents he saw along the way. He doesn't fully understand what a "charge" is, but imagines it as something like a best friend - thus he often calls the Prodigy his own charge.

A fun fact about Graffiti is that his familiar, Blanket, was gifted to him by Astraea when she had to leave the clan for a couple weeks. She had called it his "safety blanket" for when she was gone and such is how the name came about.

Rattle Snake Name: Pepita
Corn Snake Name: Maize
Green Tree Python Name: Emerald
Red-Tailed Boa Name: Mottle

Enjoys Shed Fuchsia Scale Organics This scale is too pliable to form armor on its own, but layered it can create a shirt or guard that is easy to maneuver in while effectively deflecting blows. 80 Perfect Skipping Stone Minerals & Ores This stone is perfect for skipping across the water! You could probably get a dozen skips out of it if you threw it just right... 30 Stuffed Alstroemeria Fox Trinkets They said all those pressed flowers you were hoarding would never be useful. They were wrong, and now they will never have a plush as posh as you do! 27 Mammertee Plushie Trinkets What if your lair was full of hundreds of these? Think about it. 53 Cerith Shell Organics A natural treasure and a foundation piece for any hatchling's hoard. 82 Glowing Mushroom Cap Organics Wear it as a hat! Put it on your familiars! 27 Famliliar Shadow Serpent Familiar A rattle heard in the darkness. 1950 Blanket

Love Interest None

Snakes. Lots of snakes. Snakes of various types, colors, sizes. Big snakes, small snakes, long snakes, fat snakes. It didn't matter what they looked like just that they were snakes.

The multi-colored mottled Mirror felt most comfortable with the many members of his collection, their unblinking eyes staring back at him with the same vision as he. Heat. He loved to think that if he had not been born a dragon then a snake was the right life for him. Of course such an idea was foolish to voice to anyone save his Guardian friend, Astraea, and he had voiced it to her many, many times.

Graffiti watched the tiny Ring Neck snake size up its soon-to-be meal of crickets before striking with lightning fast reflexes. The male let out a small giggle before going to his next pet. A fat Ball Python sat curled up on its perch, waiting for the meal it knew to be coming. The Mirror continued on his rounds of feeding all his limbless friends until the last one remained.

The normally bright, banana yellow Burmese Python sat in a tight knot, its scales dulled and grey with a coming molt. Graffiti knew the animal wouldn't eat due to it hindered sight, not wanting to burden itself with a weighty meal in case it needed to make a get-away. The skilled and tender paws gently picked up the creature and brought it over to a shallow wash basin. Placing the snake in the one inch puddle of water, the Mirror started to gently rub the lukewarm water over the slowly uncurling reptile. It was a simple method to help encourage an easy molt, limiting stress on the snake during the process. And it made Graffiti feel good.

After the short bath, the now soothed python was placed back in its moss lined bowl with a few kind words of encouragement. Twin sets of jade green eyes glanced around at the serpent assembly before a nod of satisfaction was given. Right, now that "play time" was over, the Mirror exited his den to start another fun-filled day of shadowing his best friend, Astraea.