Mischief

@kijyo

heres your little mischievous babby!!!

@kijyo
I tried to incorporate some of your own character lore from the site you listed in your clan bio. I hope that's ok. That said, it's long, but I hope you like it.

Mischief's story is like a Shakespearean tragedy. Her original name, now forgotten by all, but the keepers of time, & 3 human men (1 guilty, 1 conflicted, and 1 grief stricken), was Naava. Naava, as the meaning of her name suggested, was beautiful and delightful. She was an ambitious young woman, recently engaged to the man of her dreams. But fate was not on her side. Upon learning of her engagement, a good friend of hers, named Vic had taken her out for a drink. He had professed his love for her in the desperate hope that perhaps she felt the same way, and she would call off her engagement, choosing him instead. However, she was desperately in love with her fiance, Evan.. She tried to let Vic down as gently as possible but he got angry and they ended up arguing. She felt that the best thing she could do was remove herself from the situation and give him some time to, hopefully, come to his senses. She left out an alley door. Unbeknownst to her, there were bad men in the alley, waiting to prey on a lone target. They attacked like a pack of rabid wolves. She screamed. Inside the bar, Vic had decided that, although he couldn't have her, he didn't want to lose her altogether, either. He had just reached the door when he heard an ear piercing scream. He ran out and found a group of men men dragging, an unnervingly still, Naava around the back corner of the alley. Something terrifying came over him. His vision blurred and went red as his mind seemed to shut down and his body acted on it's own accord. When he "came to" he found a scene straight out of a horror/gore film. It took him a moment to realize what he had done. He heard sirens in the distance but growing louder with each ragged breath he took. Then, he saw her. She, too, lay motionless. He hastily checked her wrist for a pulse but could not find one. The sirens grew ever closer. He realized that in the eyes of any approaching law enforcement, he would appear to be the sole aggressor in this scene. He knew there were no witnesses. He was only 20, and had cleaned up his act, but he had some juvenile records in which would work against him should he be faced with charges stemming from this incident. He couldn't risk it. He ran. The paramedics arrived, a short time after. They worked on reviving Naava. Just when they were about to give up..... a small, shallow, breath was taken. Their efforts were resumed, in full force. She was loaded into the ambulance as they continued to try forcing the life back into her body.

Behind the bar, there stood an an abandoned laboratory. And from the window a man, watched. He watched as a group of men rounded the corner, dragging an unconscious woman behind them. Hating the dark matter in his mind that found this, not only acceptable, but entertaining. The human part of him, fought the dark matter which whispered convincingly that he should join them. Then another man rounded the corner and the dark matter "identified" with him, as he lashed out, single handedly, against the group of attackers. The dark matter whispered to the human side of the body it inhabited "that's the way it should be done. You disgust me. Still you fight me. Still, you try to remain a mortal man with a soft heart!"
The man, in the window, suddenly felt a pain like nothing he had ever felt before. It seemed to last an eternity but, in reality, it could've only have been seconds...maybe a minute, tops. When the pain subsided, an entity was beside him. An ugly, evil entity.... A 'dark' entity.. It spoke to him in an undescribable, yet, familiar voice. "Do not fool yourself into thinking you are free from my influence. My essence is, forever, ingrained in your genetic code. We will be intertwined forever more. But, I have grown strong enough to create my own bodily vessel and I have much work to do, and fun to have." With that, the entity seemed to fade out of existence. The man, now mostly alone, looked back out the window. Paramedics were on scene and they were loading the woman into the ambulance as they continued life saving measures on her. His gaze caught a reflection of himself in the window. He reached up to his head and found blood seeping from his eyes, nose, and ears. So.. Much... Blood had been spilled tonight, and the night he had slain his ex coworkers; his friends. He had to do something. Something good. Something redeeming. Feeling more in control of himself than he had felt in ages, he quickly formed a plan He hurried to the bathroom to wash his own blood away and change into more appropriate clothing. The dark matter, erm... entity might still hold some real estate in his brain but he was human enough again to use it, instead of it using him. He headed to the hospital.

Once at the hospital he sweet talked his way into finding the information he needed. What the status of the woman was and what room she was in. She was in ICU with less than a 1% chance of survival. He found the changing room where all of the doctors kept their jackets. He put one on and headed to her room. Upon entering her room, he found a man at her bedside. The man was so focused on her that he didn't seem to even noticed someone else had entered the room, or maybe he didn't care. Finally, he looked looked up. His face was fraught with worry. He couldn't have been older than 23 or 24 but the sadness in his eyes made him seem much older, like someone who had had the experiences of a lifetime behind them. And, maybe that wasn't very far off. He clearly loved her. Losing her would mean a lifetime of experiences that would never be. Wasn't that kind of the same thing??
He stood up and, one would have to have been blind not to see the immediate twinkle of cautious hope in his eyes, as he said, "oh, hello. Are you the specialist? I'm Evan, Naava's fiance." And he reached a hand out to offer a handshake.
Using the sharp wit and intelligence that the dark matter had taught him to use, he replied "yes, I am Dr. Jason Dark. Do you you mind if I assess your fiance?"
Evan nodded and moved asid. Jayce approached her bedside.

~He wasn't a doctor but he had almost been. During his residency requirements he had decided he'd rather fix the root of problems rather than tend to the symptoms of them so he changed gears. He eventually became the lead researcher at a space laboratory He had gained notoriety in the scientific community when he discovered the dark matter. That dark matter that would change the course of his life, forever. All he had wanted, was to help mankind. Boy did that backfire. ~

He knew, in his dark matter altered brain, that she would not recover from this. He took her vitals and looked her over, for appearances sake. Then he turned to Evan and said, "As the other doctors have said, her outlook is not promising. However, if she manages to survive the night, I think I may be able to help her. Unfortunately, it will take me until tomorrow to prepare and gather what I need"
Evan's eyes went glossy as he said, "thank you Dr. Black. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow then"

Jace knew her time was running short and that he needed to hurry, in order to create the the concoction that might save her. He'd have a very brief window of opportunity, between her last breath and her body's finale exhale to administer it. He made it back to his lab, in record time and started adding ingredients to his beaker.

-Vic had hurried home to wash away the gore and burn all evidence of the atrocities he had committed. Once the shock had worn off he got ANGRY. Not at the men, but at her. How could she have chosen that idiot, Evan, over him? How could she just up and walk out on HIM like that. How could she die on him like that? She was selfish!!
As he was brewing in his anger, he felt a presence. He turned to find a dark entity standing behind him. It spoke to him in an undescribable voice "yes she was *obviously* delusional. She should have chosen you! YOU were clearly the better man!"
"Who...WHAT, are you.." Vic asked, not nearly as alarmed as he thought he should've been but, almost comforted instead.
"I am here to make you a deal you can't resist. A way to utilize your butchering skills & exact your revenge. I will provide 'ARMamant' and you will keep me fed. Do we have a deal?"
Vic felt a mischievous smile appear on his face and he responded with a simple "yes".
The entity swirled and broke up as it came towards him. Suddenly he felt a pain like he had never felt before. It seemed to last an eternity but, in reality, was probably only a handful of seconds. When it subsided he could feel the blood coming from his eyes, nose, and ears. He reached up and then looked at his hand. Instead of blood, he found a some kind of dark matter. Somewhere in his 'human' mind, he knew he should be worried, but instead he felt whole. A strange, but familiar voice, spoke to him in his head, "Now!!!Let's go have some fun while get our revenge... I'm hungry!"-

Jayce finally added the last ingredient to the beaker and carefully zapped it with 500,000 Jules of electricity to activate the particles. Now the rush was on to get back to the hospital. Lady luck was on his side. As he entered the intensive care unit, the crash cart unit was just leaving. He quickly snuck into the room and administered the concoction, then snuck back out. Suddenly there was a boom in the room and the windows shattered. That wasn't supposed to happen. He rushed back into the room, through the smoke. The last thing he wanted was to revive her just to suffocate her. But, she was gone. In the bed lay an egg glowing cyan and humming with electricity. He snatched it up as carefully as possible and left the room, unhindered by anyone, as most of the floor's staff had evacuated. When he got back to his lab, he looked over all of his notes to figure out what went wrong. As he got to the equipment that distributed the electricity, he noticed that the led monitor in that showed what the Jules was set to, had some lights that didn't come on (like an old calculator where the square zero suddenly looks like an L instead because the top and right lines have died).. he had inadvertently administered the amount of Jules equivalent to a lightening strike. That was WAY too much!! What probably had happened was that that amount of electricity had over activated the particles and corrupted them. When he administered it they opened an alternate reality. It brought her back to life, albeit not as a human and not of this world. Furthermore the egg was growing at an exponential rate. He had to find a way to re-breach the veil between the two realities and send this egg into the right reality... For what she was going to be, anyways. First he took X-rays of the egg. He was astonished, but not that surprised, to find a dragon-esque creature. Although it was nothing like anything he had ever seen portrayed before. Was that how it was supposed to look or was it some kind of twin mishap? It had 2 heads and tails but only 1 body and 1 set of limbs. No matter, it seemed healthy and who was he to judge? He was a scientist, not a dragon expert. It took him 2 days to work out the math before he attempted to open a rift and send the egg through. He hoped for the best, told the girl, formally known as Navva, that he was sorry, and went for it. The egg disappeared. The rift closed. "foolish human" a voice in his head said, but this time, it was his own.

Vyrus was minding her own business when a strange rippling tear in the fabric of reality appeared. As she stared in confusion, an egg came hurtling through it. And then the tear vanished, as quickly as it had appeared. She inspected the egg. Yeah it was the egg of a lightning dragon but it didn't look quite right, something seemed off, that she couldn't quite pin down. And where did it come from?? Maybe the Shadow or Arcane clans were experimenting?? Oh well, it appeared to be orphaned so she gathered it up and brought it home. She told the clan leaders what had happened and they, skeptically, assigned a task to investigate. If she was telling the truth, they didn't need another clan, particularly a shadow clan, to have some kind of tactical advantage like that.

-Naava felt herself floating in the air, and then snapped into some kind of liquid. While she was waiting to be found, or to wake up(?), her memories started to return.
..Evan had taken her to dinner. Out of nowhere there was a flash mob and he got up and took place as the lead dancer. At the end he kneeled before her and proposed. She said yes. It was kind of a corny proposal but sweet and, definitely, out of his comfort zone.
..Her friend Vic invited her out for a drink. She thought it was a celebratory drink but, instead he professed his love for her and asked her to choose him over Evan. They fought.. she left..
..she was..... She was attacked. And then she was floating and now.... Where was she??? She decided to escape. She kicked as hard as she could and something cracked.. -

A few days later the egg hatched. And out came an incredibly bright baby girl... With colors, suspiciously similar, to Vyrus's... The clan leaders had a meeting and came to the conclusion that her story was a work of fiction, told to cover up an illicit relationship that resulted in her having a baby with a lightning dragon of another clan. With this conclusion, the leaders dispatched the task force. And they put Vyrus in charge of the "orphan" citing clan rule #1, which states, "finder's keeper's"

-Naava was soaking wet when she emerged. Um.....were those..... Dragons?? She tried to run but something wasn't right... She looked down and found a body that wasn't hers... Heck it wasn't even human. She hickupped and a bolt of electricity sailed out of her mouth and caught some strange tree on fire.- This WAS her body. This had to be a nightmare!

Vyrus protests went unheard and so she decided she'd raise the baby until it grew up.. she was cute, but she was precocious and got into everything. Vyrus decided to name her Mischief, despite her innocent eyes, that also didn't look quite like any other dragon's eyes she had seen.
She waited...
And waited....
And waited for Mischief to grow up so she could be free of the responsibilities unfairly pushed upon her, but Mischief didn't grow up.
Vyrus was often heard mumbling "they say no good deed goes unpunished!"

Eventually Naava's memories of her human life began to fade. Although, her precocious nature which was born out of her human desperation, stuck. Maybe it was because she never grew up?? Maybe she never grew up because of her traumatic beginnings as a dragon with human memories. Either way, she came to know Vyrus as her mother and like all children, naturally drove her crazy.

Bio by winterprism (170080)

This was easy. I love eyeburners and Aberrations and especially Diamond Aberrations. Great name too. She is perfect!