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Avarice is an awkward introverted dragonet that attends Sanctuary University. She's peculiar looking in a way that borders the uncanny valley due to her oddly long limbs, her bug-like eyes, and her deathly gaunt appearance. This effect is especially enhanced when she's in poor lighting, however despite her looks and personality Avarice has managed to make friends. Though the road was bumpy due to Avarice's off-putting behavior and her terrible luck, she's found a best friend in Beryl, a fellow student and hybrid.
She's known for her love of good food and interesting lore. Any book is immediately devoured by her (sometimes literally when she was but a hatchling-it makes for a good story), and while most dragons of the Sanctuary appreciate her work, many prefer not to deal with her due to her tendency to hold debts, ignore boundaries, and her all around coldness and greed.
Appearance[]
Avarice is a tall thin dragon with a bony gangly appearance. She's in that odd transitionary period between dragonethood and adulthood where dragonets have growth spurts, and while hers has gifted her a good amount of height, she now has a stretched out look to her that accentuates her naturally gaunt appearance. Her posture is poor, with her neck often hunched over some book or analyzing some random object that peaked her curiosity.
Most hybrids tend have a dominant tribe, but Avarice is anything but. She's a perfect blend of HiveWing and IceWing, and anyone with sight could identify her as a hybrid without a second glance. Her body is thin and wiry like most HiveWings, however her chest and shoulders are broad and powerful like most IceWings. Her horns are tilted outward slightly, and bend downward before abruptly jutting upward. Her jawline ends in sharp points and there's a third straight horn between the tip of her snout and the area between her eyes. This combined with her obscenely large mane of spikes, her large bug-like eyes, and her tiny ears can give her front profile the illusion of a dragon's skull framed by a fan of quills.
She has the dragonfly-esque wings of a HiveWing, though the claw tips are much longer, and her long whip-thin tail is covered in a verifiable mace of spikes, with one very large 'spike' standing out from the rest at the tip; this is her stinger. The scales running down her spine, thighs, and shoulders are that of an IceWings, glittering and razor sharp-though they protrude much more than normal-while the rest of her scales are the flat overlapping scales of HiveWings. Her arms are her most muscular feature, with talons tipped in dangerous serrated claws, whereas her hindlegs are flexible with hooked claws to assist in climbing.
Coloring[]
Avarice is mainly a pale gray-blue color with a nearly white ice-blue colored belly, palms, and face. The horn on the center of her snout is a black, and the mane of spikes running down her spine are dark gray at the base and pale to an ashy white at the tips. Her tail stinger is pitch black, as are her claws. Her wings are a transparent amber that pales to a soft sunset yellow at the edges; her wings have an appearance similar to that of stained glass. Her main scales darken slightly at the tip of her tail and her talons, and they’re speckled with the main pale gray-blue color. Her wingtips pale into a off white color and her eyes at a nearly void-black dark blue. There’s a pale line of color running from her throat to the tip of her tail, starting orange and fading to yellow. Iconic black bands are found throughout her body, with two on each wrist and ankle, three at the base of her tail, and four on the sides of her chest which highlight her ribs. She also has black scales that outline her eyes, and run up the side of her face and onto her horns. Avarice’s mouth and tongue are black and her blood is purple. She has tiny black freckles on her cheeks.
Marks & Accessories[]
Avarice seldom wears anything and has very few marks or scars as she takes very good care of herself, however all four of her wings have nicks and holes on the edges, though they don't hamper her flight being cosmetic scars at most.
Some accessory she often wears are two large worn-down gray sealskin satchels. One for each leg; they’re secured comfortably to each thigh and don’t shift or chafe due to their high quality craftsmanship.
Personality[]
When Avarice was young she was a naive and innocent. As a dragonet, she was almost content as could be, enjoying the love of her parents, exploring the mountain side, reading about ancient history, and playing with friends. However despite her fairly happy life, she always felt a desire for something greater. Her dream was to become a adventurer and explorer, fantasizing about discovering ancient ruins and lost history. The fire of ambitions drove her the study and research, often spending time in the library that was also her home. This consumed much of her time and lead to her gaining a reputation as a nerd and a shut in-which isn't inaccurate. She didn't care for the opinions of others though, doing what she wanted when she wanted. Avarice's desire to fulfill her dreams were also enhanced by her own terrible luck which seemed to hound her every step, she always believed that if she left her home, she could also leave behind the irritating misfortune that troubled her everyday life.
Then tragedy stuck and her parents died. In their wills they beseeched their relatives to care for Avarice, and unbeknownst to Avarice, these relatives were Winter and Cricket-her heroes. She never knew her parents had family as they always avoided the topic and it rarely came up, and now that the two leading minds in Scavenger Studies and Archeology were her guardians it was like a dream come true. She even got the opportunity to attend Sanctuary University, the school of her dreams, however it all came at the cost of her life, her family, and her happiness. This was an incredibly maddening experience since her wishes only seem to come true in the most horrible ways possible-this seeded a hatred of luck, fate, and the general universe. Avarice thinks life is unfairly cruel to her, occasionally thinking it was the world's revenge for her parents daring to name her a sin in defiance to the Moons. This hatred appears mostly when she hears about luck related things, like gambling, narrow brushes with death, shooting stars, rainbows, and similar events-they make her jealous of others who are fortunate. Her father has instilled within her a power will, always lecturing about staying true to her own character. So, in response to this tragedy, Avarice doubled down on her ambitions refusing to let the world break her.
She now focusses all her time and attention on her passions for Ancient History and Scavengers. It's the only things left that give her happiness so she does everything to protect and ensure she can always pursue her passion. This is expressed in her firmness in turning every life into a transaction. She's hyper fixates on trading, living her life on a basis of give and take, refusing to 'trade' or interact with anyone if she isn't confident in their ability to uphold their end of the 'deal'. This is because a severe lack of trust in others, she doesn't believe in good intentions and she believes her luck is so bad that the entire world is against her. Believing in this delusion, in order to find security she smother's her desire for friendship, her empathy, and kindness in order to avoid being emotionally hurt. This has resulted in acting self-centered, apathetic, and greedy, though there's much more to her mind than ambition.
Avarice's likes:
- sugary sweets (in her home town they always ate the same meals, so now that she's gone she always tries new foods)
- filling meals
- winter
- scavengers (humans)
- digging
- cave diving
- books
- reading
- the smell of fresh paper & new books
- the texture of leather
- unique things-like sparkly rock, rare crystal formations, large seashells, anything that captures the beauty of the world
- archeology
- uncovering lore (finding the truth behind mysteries & lost history)
- trophies
- attention
- spooking others
- the dark
- cozy atmospheres
- holidays
- camping
Avarice's dislikes:
- eating the same meals
- venison, hawk, seal
- summer time
- talking to people
- condescension
- liars
- incompetence
- gambling (anything luck based)
- comparing trauma & pain
- hypocrites
- sadists
- misophonia
Abilities[]
Hiverice the Lore Keeper Pokémon
Stats[]
Ability: / (Hidden)
HP: / Attack: / Defense: / Special Attack: / Special Defense: / Speed:
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Tribal powers:
- frost breathe
- can withstand bright lights & subzero temperature (though hers aren't as strong as full-blooded IceWings)
- keen eyesight
- cold scales (literally, not the fanon IceWing version of firescales)
- high endurance
- internal clock for night/day & rainy season
- climbing
Learned skills:
- Book making-she's familiar with the hole process, stretching leather, calligraphy, bundling the pages, etc...
- paper-making
- identifying rocks & gems
- identifying animal tracks
- tracking (humans, dragons, animals)
- archeology
- scavenger behavior & psychology
- history of Pyrrhia & Pantala
- spear wielding
- cave diving
Weaknesses:
- the heat-though not as much as pure-blooded IceWings due to her HiveWing blood (HiveWings live in a savanna)
- poor social awareness-she's incredibly oblivious to important things called boundaries, this makes many dragons uncomfortable and can often get her in trouble
- curiosity-hers is extremely intense, one might even call it an obsession. If she is in fact by some miracle aware of your boundaries, she'll ignore them to sate her own curiosity which'll also get her in trouble.
- vengeful-she holds grudges and always remembers those in debt to her. While she's willing to ignore her feelings, they're still there. Her conflation of friendship and allies can often leave those close to her upset with how coldly she'll treat them.
History[]
Avarice used to hate her name, she thought it was stupid and edgy, and the most probable cause to her horrendous luck, but as she read through her father’s journal all her bitterness and anger seem to melt away.
“Today my dragonet hatched. I named her Avarice. Other dragonets may mock her and the world may look upon me and my daughter with shame, but their words fall upon deaf ears. I stood with my wife, with my family today, and I defied fate. Katydid, my light, has persevered through ancient evils more monstrous than Darkstalker, and I’ve fought tooth and talon for every single happy moment I have had. Dark magics that could bend the soul and twist the body, the cruelties of black hearted nobles that paraded as family, and monsters in dragon flesh, they’ve all sought to pull me under the mortal realm, but I triumphed. My love and I, we weren’t meant to live, but we did, and today our beautiful daughter is the consecration of our defiance of the Moons. She will not live like Katydid or I, she will freely. No false gods shall rule over her, no cruel mortals hiding behind magnanimous facades shall fool her. Avarice will live a true and happy life, and if that is a sin in this world, so be it. I declare it today in this journal, I swear my soul. As I bestow her this name, an eternal gift from my immortal soul. If to be happy is to sin, than I shall gladly die for her.” - Hailstorm 5013 AS
In place of the cold bitterness, something began to warm her. This feelings, it was new yet familiar, it was pride. It felt good. Avarice-it did fit her now that she thought about it. Her enormous appetite for both knowledge and good food was a constant no matter what, and her troublesome personality certainly fit the sinful word. Not to mention it was pretty cool…
Avarice shook her head to dislodge that train of thought. If she kept thinking she would lose track of time and get caught. Quickly, she shut the journal and slid the book back under the pile of scrolls, taking care to ensure everything was identical to how she found it. Once evidence of her crime was hidden, she stepped back, slowly in order to avoid creaky planks of wood, and scurried out the door and down the stairs of her library home.
She had a lot to think about, which wasn’t new. Usually her treasure hunts would end with less questions and more answers though. However that was a problem for future-Avarice! Present-Avarice had unfinished chores and she was also sure her parents would be home any second. Maybe if she could convince Caribou to help for a favor, though she wasn’t confident. She’d spooked the IceWing one too many times and now he was upset at her.
Avarice was having a bad day, she’d even go as far as to say she was having a bad month. Her parents said they’d be busy on a business trip, and while she had no problem with being alone, they had said they’d be gone for a week. It’s been a month. Avarice knows for a fact that books don’t take that long to package and carry, and she hadn’t heard of a major storms-it wasn’t even the rainy season. So what on Pyrrhia was going on. Today she woke up and it seemed the budding anxiety had finally bloomed into nerve-racking panic. Her excuses to her neighbors wouldn’t hold up any longer-she said her parents were going to be held up for a month, and it was a month! She was never the best liar and now she didn’t know what to do. Was she to come out and tell the truth, and hunker down and continue the lie, how would she even care for the library if her parents were missing, she was just a dragonet!
knock-knock-knock-knock
Avarice stiffened where she was standing, frozen by her fear. The sharp sound had snapped her out of her spiraling panic, only to replace it by an even greater whirlpool of despair. She stared at the door with an unblinking gaze as she imagined how the future might play out as if she was some NightWing seer. So many things could go wro-
knock-knock-knock-knock-knock
Hearing the growing impatience of the mysterious dragon she slowly crept to the door. She stayed silent, as if imagining her voice might break the thin ice between her and whatever misfortune her horrible luck decided to bestow her. Quickly, she opened the door and for a second relief flooded her, as she saw the familiar faces of her mother and father, before wary confusion settled in. It was a female HiveWing, and male IceWing, both of which were uncannily similar to her parents, yet they were not.
There was an awkward silence as the two mystery dragons shared a solemn glance. The IceWing opened his mouth the speak, before closing it again, seemingly struggling for words. Before he could try again, the HiveWing reached into a satchel and quickly riffled through what sounded like scrolls and books. She seemed to hesitate, holding the scroll delicately as if it were an ancient relic before holding it out to Avarice.
The dragonet quickly accepted it with the same delicate caution. She was about to read it before pausing again to look at the two in front of her. The intensity of their gazes frightened her, but her parents drilled into her the importance of being a good host so she invited them inside for a seat while she read through the scrolls.
As they settled down at her dining table she unfurled the two messages in front of herself, only now recognizing the ribbons that wrapped each scroll. They were her parents’ ribbons, used for their official documents and what not. And as the realization settled in, so did heavy weight like stones in her stomach.
"Last Will and Testament of Katydid of Winter Brook,
I, Katydid, resident in the Town of Winter Brook, Domain of Camels, Kingdom of the Sand, being sound of mind, not acting under duress or undue influence..."
"Last Will and Testament of Hailstorm of Winter Brook,
I, Hailstorm, resident in the Town of Winter Brook, Domain of Camels, Kingdom of the Sand, being sound of mind, not acting under duress or undue influence..."
Her two guests seem to know the moment Avarice realized the reality of her situation. Maybe it was because her grip wrinkled the scroll as she clenched her talon, or maybe it was the way her eyes practically burned a hole into the testament. But it was probably her hysterical giggling, Avarice couldn't help herself though, her mind seem to drift, desperately trying to break out of the horrible nightmare that her life had become. The situation was just so comical that laughter seemed like the only sane reaction, and as she cursed her misfortune, her mind whispered cruelly how maybe she did have a modicum of luck. After all, both her parents apparently had died to a storm-they'd been traveling over the Great Ocean between continents, a dangerous journey known to be troubled with unpredictable weather no matter the season.
By the grace-or maybe it was the wrath-of the Moons, their bodies had been intact along with their wills-or at least enough in order to identify and confirm their final wishes. She had been left with all their assets, her parents' life's worth. Additionally, as if adding salt to her already gapping wounds, Fate had decided that their requests on the final will would be fulfilled. Coincidentally-though Avarice heavily doubted it was by luck as her own fortune was horrendous-they both wished for someone to care for her. Apparently she had an older half sister, Cricket, from her mother's side and an uncle, Winter, on her father's. At first she thought it was yet another horrible coincidence, but no her suspicions were true. The dragons in front of her were the Heroes, Cricket, a savior of Pantala, and Winter, a savior of Pyrrhia, they were also the leading minds in Scavenger Studies and archeology-her own personal heroes.
For a second a wave of shock and joy overcame her, she was related to Heroes, her role models. The revelation was so cool, but before a hint of smile could work its way onto her face a tide of shame and guilt drowned her. Her parents had just died and she dared to feel excitement and joy. What a terrible daughter she was. While she bumbled around cluelessly at home, they drowned, their bodies turning foul and cold. The thought that there was a possibility that she might've never found out about their death gripped her heart. It felt like she was freezing and burning alive all at once, breathing suddenly felt so difficult, like a Giant Boa constricting her chest. Her throat hurt and her eyes watered as a furious self-loathing scorched her inside out.
Truly the universe has an evil sense of humor, what had only been a distant fantasy had come true, but it felt like nothing but a nightmare. Avarice had always wished for good luck every time misfortune struck-often tiny inconveniences and misunderstandings that piled and piled. They were only mindless thoughts, completely hopeless and more out of habit than anything, but now as hate faded in favor of a growing all-consuming numbness, the dragonet idly thought maybe this was just the world getting it's payback. When her father named her all those years ago as a declaration of defiance. Avarice resisted the urge to hiss and instead pressed the palms of her talons against her eyes, trying to calm her spiraling mind in vain. Typically she would be embarrassed if anyone ever her saw her cry, but right now the only emotion she could muster was a chilling apathy. Focusing on the vision of blackness and the nearly painful pressure of her eyes, she weakly exhaled.
Nothingess and silence seem to stretch on forever, no dragon moving an inch before she heard talonsteps before feeling a cool talon on her shoulder. It was surprisingly soothing, though Avarice kept her face pressed into her palms. The gentle voice of the IceWing-Winter, if she connected the dots correctly-apologized, though it didn't mean much. He wasn't at fault, plus Avarice knew he was probably mourning too. She swallowed painfully before facing her uncle. He was hurting too yet he stayed composed, she was determined to do the same, not doing so would be both selfish and rude, as both his host and niece.
Relationships[]
PS: This character exists in an entirely separate universe from my Summonsverse, so any relationships between Avarice and my other characters will be in Fanon.
Katydid - Positive[]
Katydid is Avarice's mother. She's incredibly intelligent and kind, however her mother's cunning can be frustrating sometimes. It's impossible to slip a lie past her and Avarice stopped trying a long time ago. She's since cultivated a personality of blunt honesty. Avarice thinks her mom can also be scarily intense sometimes. Few topics trigger this sudden change in mood, but of the ones Avarice knows of, it's family and loyalty. Katydid always reminds Avarice that she'll always be there for her daughter, and that Avarice should always be loyal, kind, and truthful to those she cares for.
Hailstorm - Positive[]
Hailstorm is Avarice's father. He's cool and confident, but not overwhelmingly so. He has a soothing aura, and his laidback personality always made him the 'good cop' when Avarice got in trouble. Hailstorm is assured in his own identity and worth, and has instilled similar emotions in Avarice. He's taught her to always search for truth, and that one should always stick to their principles. While he may not be a god-like animus, a prodigy genius, or Prryhia's strongest warrior, his unshakable will has always made him unstoppable in Avarice's eyes. She highly admires him and tries her best to copy his strength.
Beryl "Burnyl" - Positive[]
Capybara. - neutral/positive[]
feel free to ask for relationships in the comments or on my wall :DTrivia[]
- Since Avarice exists for my Wings of Fire x Pokémon crossover, she's been given he very own Poké-name! It's Hiverice, and it like all Pokémon names, is full of wordplay! the 'Hive' of Hiverice references her HiveWing blood and her bug-type nature, while the 'ice' in Hiverice references her IceWing blood and her ice-type nature. Hiverice is also similar sounding to her actual name Avarice, which references her almost sinfully monstrous appetite for good food and knowledge.
Gallery[]
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