Shy

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Spirit of Plague Familiar A festering spirit animal that contains the essence of plague. (Riot of Rot Holiday Familiar 2017.) 0 Crown of Bones Apparel A dusty circlet constructed with the bones of several creatures. It is unclear whether some of them came from other dragons. 500 Display Plumes Organics A scarlet trail in the sky intimidates and impresses, if you're into that sort of thing. 20

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ELEMENT/CHARACTER SPECIFIC TRAIT E.G. VIROLOGY, STONEFORM, SCRYING

Shy The Sage

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Prior to joining the Frostguard, where Shy serves as director of the Spellweavers division, Shy worked as an Archmage at the Shrouded Academy - the Tangled Woods' branch of the Eleven Elemental Acadamies. Despite his status, Shy was one of the few Archmagi not expected to teach alongside their studies due to his difficulties with communication. While most fae are... Difficult to speak with as a result of their unique gesture-based language, Shy is considered unusually uncommunicative amongst even his own species. Due to this, Ztocien was the dragon who named him 'Shy' after he found him in the Obscured Crescent, where Shy had lived in isolation since he was a hatchling.

After Shy was brought to the Academy, where he could learn to control the raw power that drew Ztocien's attention, he was able to gradually learn enough social skills to go about day-to-day life without encountering problems. However, he remains quiet, and difficult to talk to for any dragon who is not a close and trusted companion. As such, very little is actually known about Shy beyond his time at the school. This difficulty worsened for several years after the Cult of Naeir came to the Shrouded Acadamy and Ztocien attempted to recruit Shy into the fold. The incident, which forced Shy to flee the region to prevent himself from becoming one of the cult's abberations, heavily damaged his ability to trust in others. For several years he wandered Sornieth, entirely mute, before he found his way to the tiny band of dragons that would eventually develop into the Frostguard. With them, he was able to rebuild what his traumatic experience had destroyed, and became instrumental to the clan's founding and continued survival.

With practice, Shy has advanced his communication skills enough to teach the other dragons in his division, and act as one of the Frostguard's major authorities. Scree, Pi, and Trifallia in particular have been instrumental to his recovery through weekly sessions where they allow him to study their unique magics. However, his loyalty to them is purely one of friendship, and he continues to remain neutral as tensions between Scree and Star grow.

(Probably gonna rewrite at some point, just sticking it here for now so I don't forget it all.)

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Closest Allies

Past Allies

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-Though Shy's memories of his early years are poor, he believes that he came to live in the Crescent after his parents abandonned him due to sustained hardship in his birth clan. There, he survived by hunting insects in the dark catacombs of the ruins.

-Shy is also light-sensitive, and finds any bright light painful. Hence, he wears a cover over his eyes and has taught himself brail so that he can read no matter where he travels.

-Magic is his greatest hyperfixation, and the easiest topic to befriend him with.

-While Shy seems cold, distant, perhaps even emotionless, he does care deeply for his friends and clan. The little fae will go to great lengths to protect his loved ones, particularly his pet Elk.

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Shadows dripped from the inkwell sky, weeping streaks down the tall towers of the Hidden Academy. The bruised stone paled against the brutish shade of black, unfamiliar even to the razor thorns roiling fearfully in the abyss that was the Tangled Woods.

"They're here." One of Shy's students gasped. She stood, transfixed as the peacocking portraits that dangled from the great halls' cobwebbed walls, staring at the grand, gnarled doors. They didn't rattle, they didn't crash down under the trampling feet of a Shade-touched army; they opened with a whispering creak, a cough of dust, and then there stood the traitor.

The Shade hadn't warped him like it had most, hadn't flooded his eyes like it had the Reaper, or cracked his hide like the magistrate, but the change was unmistakeable. The thinnest halo of nothing, of absolute void ringed Shy's oldest friend, like a picture cut and stamped onto a different scene, almost real but cartoonishly displaced.

"They've been here a long time." Ztocien spoke plainly. He did not play the villain, did not sweeten his words with cruel pity nor split his face with a shark grin. Worse, he was himself, which only stabbed Shy deeper with realisation that he had been this dragon all along.

"Celebrate, students; this is progress. Tonight we advance your studies into the new age!" Ztocien paced the exit with the same habit as when he lectured, but where there should be chalkboard and Ztocien's terrible cockatrice-scratch writing, Shy saw void-tainted eyes and disfigured shapes in the midnight beyond the door.

Shy crept forwards, careful of the hungry stares as he reached out to touch his frozen pupil's shoulder, breaking the spell that held her. The vibrant coatl skittered back to her peers, who shrank together behind the obsidian fae's shivering wingspan.

He had always been small, but now he was miniscule standing alone between predator and prey. It was pathetic, but it also was a gift; the unblinking eyes slid away from the crumb of his figure and away from the tendrils of power growing in his claws.

In a cliche, Shy would have made this a heroic moment; a bold declaration followed by a dramatic charge. Such cliches tended to end with everyone dead.

His fins raised an inch. An absent gesture, but Ztocien's eyes widened and his ramblings on the new age faltered into a stuttered counter that came moments too late. Rigid magic errupted from Shy's hands, piercing the floor beneath where he and his students stood. The hallowed stone, which had endured centuries of scholarly giants and barely worn down its shine, crumbled with an echoing groan. Shy folded his wings and let himself fall into the classrooms below, chased by screaming students and... Nothing. Nothing else.

Icy fear locked Shy's wings to his sides, and he hit the stone floor hard. Rubble fell around him like hail, knocking his students from the air as darkness surged and too-long limbs reached out to snatch them. He stared up, and Ztocien stared back. He wore the same eyes as the day he had found Shy, cowering in the ruins.

"Why?" His fins asked.

The night-touched imperial glanced away, towards the students as the shadows grappled them and sunk into their skin. A blind tendril lurched slowly towards Shy, only to freeze just before it touched his wing.

Ztocien looked back at him. The Shade fragment jutted downwards, and Shy fell into the dark.

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This boy needs 20cc of Fade, stat!