Dibun

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»Origin.
Occasionally Dibun thought back to his childhood in the Starfall Isles, dragged through the cities by his father's lab-coattails and even into the Sunbeam Ruin cities for work. The few friends Dibun had couldn't follow him everywhere. Although, Dibun never had much time for anything but his father's work or his schooling, so he learned to entertain himself. Like his father, Dibun found interest in all sort of mystery and science, and tinkered where he could. Although his father clearly loved him, Membrane didn't make much time for either of his children. But of course Dibun never blamed his father for being a famous scientist--he was so busy, of course.
He seemed like a different kind of parent than Dibun expected most others to have. If he wasn't something different, then who comes up with names like "Dibun" and Gazoline?" Weird.
"I can't make it tonight, son! I have an interview with the portal associates and we must make a trip back to the Ruins before dawn! Sornieth counts on my claws!" Dib's father would say dramatically.

The childhood image in his memory was solemn. Like always, Dibun knew that his father would disappear for a while until his work was done, then retrieve him and his sister from a sitter--for his father had quickly learned not to leave his children alone. They, more specifically Dibun, never sat still and would undoubtedly cause dragon-sized havoc wherever they went. Dibun wasn't trusted to be alone, but his father wouldn't watch him, or make any efforts to spend time with him, even if his work would suffice to keep Dibun entertained--his father never trusted Dibun to be brought along. Dibun's sister, Gaz didn't help the situation either--she was intentionally a blight on his surroundings. In the same boat as Dib, she also had no friends, and was unfairly kept under their father's severe hold. However, her means of entertaining herself stood solely on tormenting Dibun and making his life a living hell with no escape.

"Sornieth counts on my claws!" Dibun remembered was the last thing he heard his father say to him face-to-face. Dibun clearly recalled his father lifting off into the sky as Dibun and Gaz were walked into the city under the Astrolodome. The Astrolodome was an astoundingly large city structure built over a cliff edge and enclosed by a protective pink dome. It was a capital of science and arcane schools, laboratories, and observatories, and just the idea of it made Dibun want to shoot out of his skin and into the stars. Being kept from exploring the city also didn't help the feeling of containment. Being given explicit instructions not to let the young dragons "get any ideas," their sitter merely walked them home through the enticing city streets.

Dibun recalled that he and Gaz always kept close to their sitter, but brushing through the crowds had made it harder than usual. Like a sudden breeze, a body walked between Dibun and the sitter in front of him. The figure's gaze wasn't something Dibun could remember easily, like he could only picture a cloud of dust in place of what was the dragon's head. Though Dibun did remember staring back into the gaze as the body halted in the crowd, slowing Dibun down behind Gaz and the sitter, until he was separated from them completely. Somehow he thought this little event was intentional.

In an instant, Dibun was alone with the crowd flowing around him. No view of the sitter or Gaz or the gazing body to guide him forward. He stood there being bristled by the dragons going past. The force of the crowd suddenly pushed Dibun, trying to flow over him and he ducked into an ally way.
Dibun didn't think much was on his mind at the time. He was blank, sort of sterile. Alone for the first time that he could recall. Was that good? It didn't immediately seem bad, or scary. He felt relieved in an anxious sort of way. He was young, Dibun knew he wasn't capable to be on his own. But, maybe other dragons his age didn't feel that way.
Although he had wished and prayed for freedom many times, Dibun was lost now that he had it. At the same time he felt no urge to find Gaz and the sitter. Only a spit of anger entered his mind at the thought of finding them in the crowd only to go back to his blithe sibling and the horribly mundane and painful life he knew would follow.

The guilt came hours later after Dibun lost himself in the streets, crosswalks, and alleyways of the Astrolodome. The young dragon quickly burnt his bridges home, anxiously and excitedly looking forward to the mystery and challenge of a life of his own accord--which, he reasoned, he may have never gotten if he went home.
In the maze of the city through the pinkish brick buildings, Dibun saw the sun fully risen in the distance and imagined his father, at that moment, may be wondering what had happened to him. Then he wondered if he should care. What was the worth of a life like that? Pleasing others with your mere existence just to be in despair yourself? Despair he had grown content with but despair nonetheless. And would it even get better? Maybe. Only because it would be ridiculous if it didn't.

How... Unfair? Dibun realized. Although that was a dreary thought, he quickly found solace in the fact that he was no longer in a despairing place. He could move on in a right way, and forge something new with the freedom he had dreamt of and strangely received...


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Dibun is forever thankful of Il'ike and the fact that they crossed each others' paths at all. Ever since Il'ike took interest in Dibun's personality and investigative skills, Dibun has been glowing with passion and praise. Having never had anyone care to utilize his skills or bother with reading his notes or follow his explorations, Dibun can't help but feel full of thanks and is more than welcome to help Il'ike and the team investigate and find a way to fight the Forbidden Portal.