ThesisOne

Researchers: Glossomania & Adamantium
Subject Name: Thesis One (may be refered to as 'Theo')

Condition:Healthy

Subject displays most attributes given to young mirror males. Fragile biological makeup calls for immuno-strengthening treatment, and physical therapy. Shows signs of heightened intelligence and accelerated learning.

Sessions of play are encouraged for both mental and physical health. Proceed with proposed vetting procedures when choosing who interacts with theo.

Approved Talosians for Interaction:
Prince of Hares
Prince Varian
Albedo
Nulii

Approved Interactions:
Chess
shockswitch
Tussel( Supervised for any breakage or injury)
Crafting
Painting
Storytelling




Menu Option:TitForTat
Dragon Customer:Glossomania/Adamantium
My Dragon's Yes or No Question:Does the Plague Mother Consider this life?
Familiar Sacrifice:



It's quiet out. The sickly smoke of incense drifts in swirling clouds, and there's naught but the occasional hushed bustle of a dragon or two outside. It''s somewhat of a lazy day, it seems. That is, until three dragons-three noisy dragons- arrive, pushing through the entrance with excitement.

Two coatls and a rediculously shiny mirror dragon greet you, the two former seeming to be scholarly escorts of some sort. The first coatl hushes his companions, and turns to greet you with an excited grin. "You must be Kishna the Necromancer! By the Lightweaver," He laughs, looking about the tent, "In all my years of study I've never seen a setup quite like this one. Oh, where are my manners," he corals his two companions with a wave of his tail(the mirror had been curiously inspecting the incense holders).

"We are the Scholars Glossomania," he points to himself, "and Adamantium," then to his Coatl partner, "and we've come to inquire about a very special, top-secret project of ours." The swell of pride in both scholars is palpable, and they seem almost naively jovial.

"You see, we've been attempting to recreate the gift of life, not through Necromancy, but through harnessing elemental energies itself!" his feathers ruffle in excitement at the prospect, and Adamantium nods along.
" For years we struggled with creating a suitable vessel, one that wouldn't explode. One more and we would've called it quits, but as you can see..." He sweeps a wing in the direction of the young mirror dragon. It's light, innocent eyes seem to glow, and only now do you see the most intricate movement of gears and cogs you've ever laid eyes on turning within it's irises. "We've created life itself..." Adamantium whispers, finishing for Glossomania.