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Name: Solstice
Age: 18 (he's grown!)
Gender: Male [He/Him]
Tribe: Sand/Sky [mainly sand]
Rank: Assassin

Appearance: Dark pink scales, fading dark to light from nose to tail tip. His scales are shaped like round diamonds, jewel hard and scuffed. Solstice has a lighter pink underbelly, the scales more leather-like but tough. Along his snout, back and tail there are blotches of scarlet and red. He has big bony wings, the fleshy bits darker than his main scales, and a bit more desaturated: as well as gold lining the edges and flecks near it. His eyes are a dark, almost black, grey, bits of purple around his pupils. His long tongue is forked and deep purple, with a sheen of green and turquoise, much like a raven. His milky white horns curve inwards. Solstice has a large, muscular body, his chest broad and his forearms rippling with sinewy muscle. His snout curves downwards, scarred and slightly deformed. His ears are nicked and he adorns a small silver hoop in both. His tail is thick and strong, ending in a black tail barb. His claws are hooked and razor sharp, able to slice through the toughest of scales. All over his body, scales are parted by thick scars and burn marks (some frostburn too).

Personality: Solstice is a charismatic, sometimes sour dragon. Most don't know what to expect. One moment he could be smiling at you, or laughing, and the next he's trying to kill you. He has a slow-burn type of temper, it takes a lot to make him mad, and when he is he's slow to let go of it. Solstice likes to tease, making others want to attack him just to mutilate them horribly. His intentions are often twisted and horrible. He thinks of himself as an "alpha" doing his best to outdo others, flaunt his skilled and brag about his kills. Solstice is only quiet and steady when he's on the job. The moment the cold weight of his disks touch his palms, his eyes darken and suddenly he's quiet, dangerous, serious. If need be, Solstice can be terrifying, due to both his massive size and his position. Assassin. He's dangerously cunning and intelligent, great at solving complex problems and reading right through dragons. He always has a goal in the way he acts. Solstice should not be trusted, ever, he's always plotting to kill you or blackmail you for his own entertainment. Sure, he wasn't always like this, but now his only want is to kill, earn money and hurt others. He never lets people near, and he's cautious with the things he says.
Likes: Warm Sand, Sandstorms, Dark Alleys, Grapefruit, Assassinating Political Targets, Sunny Days, Wide Open Places
Dislikes: Sticky Beach Sand, Cold Water, Mud, The Rainforest, The Cold, Snow, Failing a Task, Being Outdone, Strawberries, Scavengers
Fears: Literally Strawberries.

History: Solstice was hatched to Sundrop (Sandwing) and Forestfire (Skywing). His father always seemed sad, and his mother was either absent or throwing a fit. He'd actually gotten most of his scars from his childhood, whether he was thrown from their cave into the trees below or forced to kill live bears brought for dinner. His life was sort of tough, and eventually his father spared him, if you could call it that, and left him in the desert. Hungry, scared and thirsty, baby Solstice limped along on the blistering sand, hoping someone would find him. Then he found the Scorpion Den, and quickly he learned to fend for himself. As he grew, a Skywing named Tray took him in, taught him poisons, battle tactics and pushed Solstice to the brink of breaking his bones. By 10, Solstice was deadlier than any other, and soon he began contracting. Task after task, he did it all without fail. He was unstoppable. No longer was Solstice a weak hatching stuck in an abusive household. Once, he contracted for an animus, Salmon, and she'd been someone he looked up to. He liked her a lot, and he always got a lot of contracts, which he enjoyed. In turn, she'd gift him animus enchanted objects; an earring that enhanced his senses, enchanted his eyes to see in the dark, enchanted his muscles to always grow a little bit every week. Sure, some could say Solstice wasn't a true assassin, but he never accepted enchanted weapons, he stuck to his trusty claws and hand-made weapons.

Acquired Abilities: Stealth, Strength, Long-Range Melee, Close-Range Combat, Extensive Knowledge of the Dragon Body, Body Language Expertise
Born Abilities: Fast Flier, Heat-Resistance, Fire, Claws, Teeth, Tail Barb with a Blood Thinning Toxin
Gifted Abilities: Better Senses, Powerful Night-vision, Infinite Muscle Growth.

"Maybe I've been slipping back, heading south, carsick on a Tuesday
Missing cash, blacking out, heartless in a few ways
Shit for luck, elbows shredded, I held things steady like too late
Please calm the fuck down, I'll do whatever you say"

Name: Solstice Monsoon [Sol ; Vintage ; Mr. Monsoon]
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Tribe: Sandwing/Skywing

"I get it, I get it, I'm living too hard and it's time that I stop it
But rising on up and then tumbling down well it's part of the process
Bar tabs on a hot night in a cold basement
You say I'm crazy but I feel amazing"

Appearance: Solstice is a soft pinkish-orange, the color of early sunrise.
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"My mother told me that the world has got its plans
I wanna hold em til they burn right through my hands
Don't ask me questions cause I'm tired of confessing
And I know that it's not much to say but I swear that I'd like to change"

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"I can't sleep, I hope I stay awake
Cause I've been running, running, running all day
Long nights, no peace, I feel like everybody's eyes on me
I can't sleep, I can't sleep"

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"Maybe I've been freaking out, moving quick, burning the wick at both ends
Screaming loud, stupid shit, scaring all of my old friends
Fell down on Bedford, hope that it's not broken
Safe to say I might have had too much of some of these potions"

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"I love you so much, I'm staying here all night
Don't want to get up, I don't want to stop, I don't want to close my eyes
I'd rather not give a fuck and end up with some scars
The night's just long enough for me to build it all and let it fall apart"

Name: Spoonbill
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Asexual Panromantic
Tribe: Mudwing

Appearance: Spoonbill has very pale, amber-like scales, that fade to nearly white at his tail. He's burly and broad, a common Mudwing trait. His head is round and non-threatening, and he often has a warm, cheery smile on his face. Spoonbill's eyes are big and round, pale yellow in color, with circular pupils rather than cat-like slits. His under-scales are almost completely white, like fresh milk, and his wing-webs are nearly black, a reddish undertone to their velvety appearance. He has a long, fat tail that drags on the ground behind him and a short, thick neck. His horns curl around his ears big floppy ears like a ram.
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Personality: Spoonbill is childish and outgoing. He's a natural leader, but finds it can be difficult being mature when he is needed to be. He wants nothing but to make friends and tell jokes. He takes life easy, and is more go-with-the-flow than plan-it-out. Though he doesn't take things at face value, he still might disregard more serious matters for an easy way out. He's lazy, but with the right motivation, can do what needs to be done. Spoonbill absolutely despises being regulated and controlled, and is prone to panic in tight, orderly situations. He doesn't like chaos, but he doesn't like black-and-white, ordered cleanliness either. Spoonbill is kind and clumsy, so he often gets hurt, but he's resilient and rarely cries over physical pain. Spoonbill can also be quite fierce when it comes to his brothers and sisters and always puts himself in the path of danger to protect them, no matter what.
Likes: Baked goods ; Getting covered in mud ; Playfighting ; Flying with his brothers and sisters ; Getting other people to laugh ; Spending time with friends and family ; Tree-climbing
Dislikes: Getting too dry ; Most fruits ; Holding his breath ; Being embarrassed ; Being told to be careful or serious ; Cleanliness and Order
Strengths: Swamplands ; Making friends ; Telling jokes ; Rough-housing ; Flying
Weaknesses: Holding his breath ; Being alone ; Strict Rules
Fears: Being Alone ; Getting Embarrassed ; Asphyxiation

History: When Spoonbill emerged from his egg, first of his seven siblings, he had been trapped beneath met mud and unable to breathe. He was stuck there for a long while, and was nearly dead when his mother came to check on them, finding him barely alive, and his siblings unhatched. He had been saved then, and quickly recovered, but the memory stuck with him painfully. Spoonbill can't hold his breath as long as his siblings, and hates it terribly. As he and his pod grew

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