| Crumble | |
|---|---|
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| Image Artist | Bluekea |
| Background | |
| Creator/Coder | Sebastion + Weiss |
| Theme Song | Rät • Penelope Scott |
| Quote | “Thank you for being there for me when no one else was.” |
| Basic | |
| Nicknames | Crumbly |
| Age | 23 dyrs |
| Gender | non-binary |
| Orientation | gay |
| Tribe | Sea + Sand |
| Abilities | text |
| Occupation | ambassador soldier (formerly) student (formerly) |
| Goal | none, currently |
| Residence | Royal SandWing Stronghold |
| Love interests | tba |
| Personal | |
| Allies | Firefly |
| Enemies | Andhi (maybe?) |
| Relatives | |
| Parents | Princess Sunny (deceased) |
| Grandparents | Queen Thorn (deceased) |
- Crumble
Crumble is an adult non-binary SandWing-SeaWing hybrid ambassador and former soldier, the adopted dragonet of Princess Sunny, and one of the three protagonists of Do-over. They are a former Jade Mountain student, in which they were the SandWing of the Jade Winglet, Coral Winglet, and Amber Winglet.
- Appearance
A cowardly hybrid finds themself skittering through the SandWing Stronghold. A dragon of Sea and Sand and neither wing quite fitting. A dragonet of grand opportunities and perpetual pointlessness.
Crumble stands tall, a lanky lizard with gangly limbs and a neck and tail just long enough to be obtrusive. Their face, coarse with wrinkles of a worried brow, comes to a boxish point at their nose, framed with whiskery barbels that stand out among the other members of royalty. Their horns point forward and like a cruel crown framing their face, growing in a line down their skull with age. Behind their horns are rabbit-like ears folded forward in defeatism.
Their sail has aquatic barbs down their spine and on their ankles and elbows, with a proper SandWing barb on the tip of their tail. Their wings similarly have exaggerated barbs on every extremity of the wing, each one marked with light stripes.
Their scales are warm, red, and earthy, with light beige on their belly, tail, and barb stripes, and clay tones on their topside. They look like a draconic tiger, patterns meant to play a disguise mockingly make them stand out and mark resemblance to the royals of the palace, not to mention the rosettes under their wings.
They have gills and bioluminescent stripes, rarely used with their arid home. These pieces of the sea might as well not exist. But they couldn’t bear to be without them.
- Personality
The adopted child of Princess Sunny has four perfectly good legs and stands on none of them. They don’t have the heart to make their own decisions and rely on the great minds of the SandWings to support instead of using their own voice. While their mind was full of grand, naive ideas of continental peace and tranquilities, reality washed over them and battered them on the reef.
Like the waves, they hiss and lash out at the dragons who try to help them. Despite their generosity, Crumble is horrified by confrontation, panics easily, and becomes aggressive with the first sign of emotional threat. Though, this doesn’t mean that they’re a particularly intimidating individual. Their cowardice is clear through and through.
They rarely speak up for themself. Their head hangs low and their posture suffers for their self esteem. They are very cold, emotionally, and while they crave warmth, they can’t quite warm their freezer burnt heart.
Crumble avoids the palace, whenever possible. Their mother raised them to be fiercely passionate about the other tribes of Pyrrhia and find comfort in researching other cultures and communicating with the crowns that her mother brought together.
Though with the conflict between the SandWings and the Rainforest, they find themself left in solemn halls of the Stronghold, avoiding the current throne as much as possible.
- History
On the Western SandWing coast, Princess Sunny found an orphaned hybrid, with wings of Sea and Sand. They had never been exposed to the coldness of the world when they were bundled up in their mother’s arms. She saw a hybrid, disconnected from their heritage, and saw an opportunity to raise them in a way that her guardians never cared to. She raised them in the SandWing Stronghold, where Queen Grandma Thorn gladly welcomed the new edition to the family.
Sunny enthusiastically took her status as an opportunity to connect Crumble to their queendoms. She showed them the feast and festival of the SandWings, newly liberated from the war that had engulfed and divided their dragons for too long. And Crumble saw the SeaWings develop their palace and explore the arts once again.
She was an ambassador. A dragon who united the seven tribes and happily continued to maintain these relationships. She sent messages from her mother to her friends and allies from her journeys. Crumble listened intently with wide eyes and piqued ears, imagining their mother and their aunts and uncles as living legends, who welcomed them to their queendom with an affectionate poke or warm hugs upon entering Jade Mountain. Their passion for the tribes grew as they spent hours in Jade Mountain’s library of donated scrolls, followed around Queen Glory, watched the SeaWings rebuild their surface palaces, and got the chance to participate in the worlds each of the tribes lived in.
Sunny gave them the opportunity to see Pyrrhia with a new dawn. She beamed over her home and Crumble watched her and saw this place as a wonderful world. How could a war tarnish this place? How could anyone disturb that peace? It felt funny in hindsight.
Sunny told Crumble that they could do anything they wanted to. Sunny saved the world, she was a glowing example of that. And Crumble was happy. The future was bright.
Crumble was excited to attend Jade Mountain Academy formally when they came of age at three years old. With Sunny’s enthusiasm, it seemed like the perfect school in the perfect world. Despite offers to attend royal SandWing schooling, Sunny and Crumble insisted. It would be fantastic to be clawmates with so many unique dragons! It would be so much fun to see Uncle Clay, Starflight, and Aunt Tsunami more often.
And while they were welcomed warmly as always by their family. Though their peers recognized the treatment that they received as family. They poked fun, as all dragonets do. They were called a hatchling, a Mama’s drake, and their protective family tried to put out the teasing quickly. Even if this just made their giggling jabs into snickers and whispers.
But that was okay! They did make friends and they did have fun in this perfect school. They enjoyed their classes, they impressed their teachers, and they grew closer with Uncle Starflight for the amount of time they spent in the library.
The school year ended, with plenty of visits from Sunny, and the next year started. Their winglet was full of friends and there were still jokes made by their peers, but they paid no mind anymore. This place was comfortable and safe.
And dark clouds gently cast over the sun. Aunt Khasmin was announced dead. Supposedly killed by the same venom Sunny and Aunt Glory discovered that RainWings were capable of. They hardly knew of the discord at home and clung to the reassuring words Headmaster Tsunami gave to the worried SandWing dragonets. They believed her.
That is, until Grandma Thorn was then announced dead. Killed in a royal challenge by Princess Andhi. Crumble was mortified. The same grandmother who helped teach them to fly. The same aunt who assured Crumble they could change the world. And, of course, it was tradition. This happened all the time. This is how queendoms prosper and grow but if it was tradition then why were they so angry at Andhi? Why were they terrified she was capable of this?
The school year ended. Sunny’s face was more solemn than the last time she visited. But her same smile and the glint in her eyes shone through.
Sunny told Crumble that the world is a beautiful place. And there are so many dragons who are doing their best to preserve it. Every dragon is doing what they can to make the world a better place. Aunt Khamsin might be gone and Andhi did what she thought was right by becoming queen - a gentle way of explaining why their aunt killed their grandma. And Aunt Andhi - Queen Andhi - is simply trying to protect the SandWings.
She warned that her sister, however, was upset with the RainWings for not taking responsibility for the death of Khamsin. (Sunny was devastated about it too. But it didn’t mean that the entire tribe was at fault!) But Andhi wouldn’t let her death go unavenged.
The next school year began. Crumble could hardly remember what happened for far too soon, they were requested to come back to the stronghold. Well, all of the SandWings were. And the Rainforest Tribes. And the news hit. And hit. And hit.
Mother was dead. Queen Andhi had killed Sunny in a royal challenge. And Queen Andhi would be declaring war on the Rainforest tribes.
Uncle Clay had attempted to compromise, to protect Jade Mountain students, as the Academy was neutral ground. To which Uncle Javelina had reacted threateningly, as if protecting the students was a threat to the Queen. Crumble’s scales went cold. They had to leave the last of Sunny’s family to go to the Stronghold. To Queen Andhi. To a wartorn reality her mother had fought so hard to end. Away from their aunt and uncles. Away from their place of comfort. Away from safety.
When they arrived at the stronghold, they avoided leaving their room. They scarcely came for meals. No one had seen the prinxe for days upon weeks.
The school year ended. They spent it in their bed.
The war raged on and both their aunts were killed by Andhi. Glory, for simply being the Queen of the Rainforest Dragons she hated so much. Tsunami for trying to avenge the sisters she lost. Just like Andhi was. By killing anyone who tried to end her queenly rage.
Not too long after their fifth hatching day, they were drafted, as were many other SandWing citizens. They were not trained for combat, they were a retired-idealist. An ambassador-in-training, quietly tagging along for diplomatic discussions in the Stronghold. They were a soldier by title but they hardly fought any battles. A guilt ate at their heart at their powerlessness. Would Sunny sit back? While dragons died for her queendom and she had a responsibility - an opportunity - to help them?
Obviously, the answer was no. Sunny would fight tooth and claw to protect the dragons she cared about. Sunny would fight tooth and claw to protect dragons in general! She wasn’t a selfish coward, like them.
They began having nightmares. They were in the Stronghold during Sunny’s royal challenge and they were lost in the labyrinth of halls trying to save her. But they were always too late. And around the corners came a blood soaked Queen with her teeth bared and her shoulders arched as they chased them through the castle with no exits.
They weren’t allowed to hide in their room as the nightmares already ruined their spoiled impression of their Queen. They had to fight for her. For the murderer of their grandmother. Of their aunts. Of their mother. If they didn’t fight, they had to show up. They had to tend to the wounded and dying. They had to watch old friends fade. While they went home with someone else’s blood on their scales.
When they were fourteen, the war finally came to a close. Uneasily. They swallowed their guilt and formally pursued their interest in being an ambassador, among those from the MudWing and SkyWings who helped end the war diplomatically, even if it came from more unwarranted lives lost.
But who are they to complain? When they didn’t bring about the end to the war themself, hmm? Who are they to curse Andhi’s name and tremble in her presence if they didn’t deserve the guilt that ate at every nerve?
Yes, they are the dragonet of Princess Sunny, a Dragonet of Destiny, but aren’t those titles flowery and paper thin compared to the cowardly prinxe she left behind?
Crumble creeps the halls of the SandWing Stronghold waiting for the next meeting, assignment, excuse to get as far away from the murderers they’re related to, as often as possible.
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