Xoitc

Ability to Brain wash and controling others with suggestions

"Come Closer..." A voice beckoned sweetly.

You find your body moving on its own. Before too long you're face to face with a large messy furred tundra. He grins kindly at you, his pupils swirling. As soon as you make eye contact, you can't look away. He frowns.

"You're not too quick on the uptake, huh? Very well."

Soon, you feel sleepy. When you wake up, everything seems fine, as you leave Xotic sighs. You are now under his command if he triggers your brainwashing, but that's not all he could've done.

-can make sleeper agents, or fully change a dragon
-bored if someone makes it too easy
-loves when a dragon resists his magic
-messed up (but most who live here are)


Xotic wasn't always a creepy, insane, and wacky dragon. He, like a few dragons in Hades, was cursed. Xotic was born with his swirly eyes. They made him an outcast in Gencentric. No dragon there meant to be mean, but they feared him. No one knew what would happen when the dragon who could change another dragon and a being made from raw elements would be. Sure; he could've come out with three heads or something, but it was just his odd eyes. Other hatchlings avoided him, and even dragons like RainSong or Rose were cautious. Everywhere he went, he heard them all whisper. A freak, a dangerous child, and worse were things Gencentric dragons mumbled under their breathes as Xotic walked by with his father. His mother left them, going to serve the gods in hopes that the clan would ease up on her child.

No one did. It was awful. Dragons who came to Gencentric always spoke of how it was a place misfits could go, but Xotic wasn't welcome. The worst part is no one was doing any of this of their own choice. In the shadows, the Shade had crept in. The entity wanted Xotic, wanted him in its clan. It tainted the Gencentric dragons into making them act awful only to the young tundra. Xotic continued to grow up without any love, his father was suddenly gone when he was a little older. Xotic began to live in the outskirts of Gencentric, until one day he heard a voice. Xotic heard a small cry for help from inside a pit. In it, was a hatchling with solid black eyes. They begged for help from Xotic, and the dragon couldn't bear the thought of the hatchling being alone. He saved them, pulling them out and tending to their broken leg. The hatchling spoke after their leg was patched up. They spoke in a voice that lured Xotic in.

"You've been hurt...hurt so very much...Childhood hasn't been easy for you, your clan scofts at your existence." The hatchling cooed, "They wish you were dead, lying cold on the floor and only the bugs to tend to you. But you could get them first...I can offer you power. This power....it could let you have everything you've ever wanted. You can control them...with this power, you can make them all love you." The hatchling grinned. Their paw was outstretched. "Do we have a deal?" They asked. Xotic stared at the hatchling's paw. He hated Gencentric, he hated how awful everyone was to him. He had to steal or beg for food if he wanted to eat; since he couldn't forage. He looked up at the hatchling, who was suddenly now a large dragon. Xotic narrowed his eyes, grit his teeth, and shook. As soon as he did, the dragon seemed to turn into a fog, and flow into him.

It was agony. His whole body seemed to be on fire, burning and aching. He grew much larger than a tundra should've, around a mirror's size. His eyes also gained colors to them, a gentle pink mixing with his purple. After a week of recovery, he made his way into Gencentric. The difference was, his soul was tainted by the Shade. He no longer wanted to befriend the dragons living here. Xotic only wanted to make them suffer. Slowly, he hypnotized dragons with his eyes and made them do things with mer suggestions. The guard caught on though and locked him up. Since the shade's control of the dragons was gone, the clan was shocked.

As an act of mercy, the King pardoned Xotic and tried to apologize. The king explained the curse they were under, and how it made them all think that Xotic was a demon's child. Xotic seemed to only get angrier at this, but he didn't show it. A dragon could easily smell the rage wafting off his pelt, but he left calmly. He giggled as he left, a twisted and dark one. Whatever good may've remained, just snapped. Xotic made his way to Hades and asked to join. He was ignored at first, until he broke his way in, controling everyone but Mara and Freakshow. THe dragons were impressed, and had him join.

(last bit is Work in progress)