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Helianthus

(#52910115)

Level 1 Veilspun

Familiar

Decorated Chimera

Energy: 49/50

Personal Style

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

0.53 m

Wingspan

0.68 m

Weight

2.34 kg

Genetics

Hatchday

Jun 21, 2019
(4 years)

Breed

Adult
Veilspun

Eye Type

Wind
Common

Level 1 Veilspun

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

none

Biography

Role
xxxFirestarter | Extinguisher

Traits
xxxReckless, Quick, Trickster

Alignment
xxxChaotic?

Affiliation
xxxNone | Fire Security

Astrophel
xxxSupervisor

Decay
xxxFrenemy

Straton
xxxFriend

" Never leave an open flame unattended. "

Helianthus has never been one to take advice. It’s simply not in his nature to let established rules and principles chain him. He prefers the free life, the life that earns consequences on its own terms. Even the most ancient and practical of adages tend to slip his mind, like water off a duck’s feathers. He’d rather live and learn than hear and follow. Put simply, it’s his nature.

But not with this adage. This stern imperative always hovers just out of thought, returning like clockwork any time a stray wisp of smoke wanders into sight. Perhaps, a parent warned him in his hatchlinghood. Perhaps, it was muttered in his ear while a fire licked hungrily through an old lair. Or, perhaps, he read it somewhere—back in the days where he could be bothered with reading, anyhow. Whatever the case, he’s never forgotten it. And the reason?

Because it’s fun.

What Helianthus defines as an unattended flame is often subjective. A flame can be unattended if its owner’s back is turned for a moment or if they’ve been away from it an hour. A flame can be unattended while a dragon naps nearby or takes a stroll away from their home. They can blink and find their candle doused while their eyes took the time to open and shut. The slightest hint of nonchalance is an invitation, one Helianthus is all too grateful to accept.

Maybe, as he likes to tease, they should be more careful next time.

Though he’s a thoroughly well-rounded trickster, Helianthus’ specialty truly resides in the domain of fire. Something about it, like that proverb he just can’t manage to forget, keeps coming back to him again and again. If he had more than a smidgeon of malice in his body, this fascination might prove dangerous; as it is, he couldn’t dream of doing more than annoy his neighbors with snuffed fires and chiding remarks. What could be a fount of anxiety for every authority figure in a twenty-mile radius is instead considered little more than a common nuisance—all on account of Helianthus’ rather innocent fascination.

Still, even the most harmless of miscreants can’t make it through life without a slap on the wrist; Helianthus, for all his determination to prove otherwise, is no different. After lingering (and teasing) at the scene of a few too many stifled fires, he was finally made culpable for his pranks. Astrophel, the softhearted and dutiful legionnaire responsible for fire security, delivered a punishment all too fitting for Helianthus and his constant mischief: lantern care. Helianthus could douse as many fires as he liked so long as they dwelled in the clan’s own braziers—and given that he’d let them burn through the night for the safety of the streets. Of course, he’d also be responsible for setting the flames aglow in the evenings, but neither he nor Astrophel dwelled too long on that aspect of the penalty.

To this day, Helianthus tackles the ‘punishment’ with a shocking amount of gusto. Though eternally a free spirit, every part of the task adheres to his old adage, that one rule even he can’t shake off. At dawn, the fires—no longer tended, wanted, or needed—are dutifully snuffed. And in the evenings? Sure, he lights the lanterns, but he does so only on the promise of blowing them out again in the morning.

Does this make the town’s hearths, candles, and censers safe from his mischievous ways? Not by a long shot. If anything, all it does stall the clock before he’s back whisking from home to home with Wind spells on his tongue and soot on his wings. But every day that sense of duty dwells a little closer to the proverb in his heart; perhaps, someday, it’ll finally stick.

Well…probably not.

Written by TheAwesoMew

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TEMPLATE "WON'T YOU LIGHT MY CANDLE?" BY XEMRISS #44020;
CANDLE ASSETS PROVIDED BY POISONEDPAPER #47189;

Gift from Luciferase

By Rasaliina

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