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"He had hatched without venom or fire, and his only weapons were the typical claws and teeth. All of his scales had gold in them, and he wondered why. Was this some sort of defect? He however, did not know of the power he possesses...yet.'"
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Heatwake Sunny Larkson, or Heatwave S. Larkson, is a name that sounds like a formal SandWing who would seem quite normal. However, his name is deceiving as a name can be.
He has a color scheme of a golden-sand mix, his primary scales a sandy gold, with his underscales, claws, teeth, wing membranes, horns, wingclaws, teeth, and sail a light faded sand color with a mix of gold and some heated orange hints. His eyes are a shimmering gold, a mix of light and dark colors of gold, and his pupil, a single, obsidian-black slit that can give you the shivers if stared long enough into. Despite having a barb, there is no venom in it, as he was born without venom.
He has a very skinny build, long and thin as can be. His snout, unlike a regular SandWing's, is not blocky and square-like, but instead very thin and pointed, like a triangle. He has thin, long hind and rear legs. His chest is very thin, almost to the point of seeing his ribs. He has very faint markings here and there, from when he was younger and was abused physically. However, most of these wounds have healed over, and only a small portion of the so many wounds he got faintly shown, while the rest are impossible to see.
On his arms, he has what looks like veins that go all the way up to his elbows. They are the color of bright, just-forged shimmering gold, and they let off a golden glow. The veins always shimmer, too, like liquid gold inside of a tube, while getting light shined on it. To corer up these markings, he wears gloves that extend beyond his elbows so no one can see the markings on them. The gloves are not enchanted, and allow him to stop his golden touch. However, these gloves did not stop themselves from turning into gold.
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"As the other dragonets teased and called him names, he curled up in a ball in the grass, the dragonets now encircling him and taunting and teasing him more. They then began to kick him, calling him pathetic while doing so. After they walked away, leaving a shivering, beaten-up crying Golden behind, he muttered "Why", sadness now overtaken his voice. "Why did it have to be me?" As he said this, a single golden tear ran down his cheek, glimmering in the faint sunlight.'"
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From his rough life as a young dragonet, Heatwave developed a shy personality. He prefers to stay away from others, for his childhood was not a pleasant experience. Abused with words when he was very young, and as he grew older, the words got more harsh, and soon the bullies moved onto physical abuse. Because he wasn't strong or bold enough to fight back or stand up, the abuse continued, and also caused dragons who used to be bullied to bully him, in hopes of losing their place as a target and becoming a gang member of the bullies.
The abuse led to him getting slight depression, but him always being optimistic pushed the rest back. He sometimes has emotional breakdowns that can happen at any moment, even if he is feeling happy. He developed a hatred for SandWings as time and abuse went on, and it spread to the other tribes, too. He used to have a friend named Shearwave, but after his disappearance, he no longer had any friends, for Shearwave was his one and only friend.
He desired to fight back, but he was too weak and scared to do so. They were restless, even if they got it trouble, they would strike back, the only goal set in their heads was to abuse him, making him think that if he did fight back, he would get abused even more than he already was. His anger built up, too, and that led him to having moments of pure anger and hatred. He would shred papers, break items, and mess up forts that the younger orphans built.
This led to him getting punished more regularly, and he just couldn't take it. His life in total chaos, unable to control or manage his anger, he was ready to snap. He was about to cross the line that separates peaceful from insanity, his sanity on that very line. Then one day, he crossed it, his life snapped in two, his sanity shattered. That was the very day Heatwave was gone, and Golden emerged from the depths of his broken soul.
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"He looked up at the sky, his golden scales glimmering in the light, his pupils filled with the memories of the past. Now that was all over. His reset button was pushed in the wrong way, and now he can never be reset, forever told to kill all who do bad. He is unstoppable, and perhaps even, will try to take over Pyrrhia if he wanted."
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Gold. That could be simple enough. Pure gold, gold making dragons wanting to break him apart and steal his own parts. However, his curse has kept him alive, and he may never die, even in the worst of situations.
He looks just like Heatwave, same build, same appearance, same everything, except for three things. One of them is his eye colors. Instead of the shimmering golden eyes and obsidian black slit pupils, the color has reversed, now obsidian black eyes with shimmering golden slit pupils. Another one is his scale colors. Instead of sandy-golden scales and light sandy-golden underscales, he now has all his colors a shimmering gold. I mean, who wound't have that color if you were entirely made up of pure gold? Another, although this is hard to notice, is his tears and blood. Liquid gold has replaced that, and if he ever cries or gets cut, gold will ooze from his eyes or cut.
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"After strangling the two SandWing bullies, he walked away, the only trace left was the two dead SandWings, now golden statues, and golden footprints that go out to the entrance before ending, and then flecks of gold in a circle, as if he had taken off. No one knew where he went, and the only dragon who saw his attack and exit was the very dragon who cursed Golden's egg himself. "What have I created." He muttered, shacking his head, knowing no one would believe his story.'"
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Driven mad from all the years of abuse, he has turned into a heartless killer, strangling them to the point of almost death before letting the gold do the rest. All his victims are golden statues, usually twisted in agonizing positions from when they were getting turned into golden statues. His primary targets are SandWings, but he will kill others. However, some of his old personality is in his new one, and he only kills those who harm others for fun or bad reasons.
He does not want the past to repeat itself, and to make sure of that, he has killed those who know about his past, beside the dragons who work at the orphanage he grew up in. They were the only ones who tried to help him, and he repays them by letting them live. He has a soft spot for them, and cannot kill them for the sake of his past. Only the cruelest of words can stop him in his tracks, but doing so will instead make him more angry. Kinder words, however, have a totally different effect, making him sigh before walking away. He wants to be that dragon's friend who said those kind words, but he feels like they would never forgive him for what he has done, and will walk away to prevent that.
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"He roared in fury, shredding papers to bits. He ripped up his bed, before throwing the mattress at his door. He then curled up and cried, shimmering, Golding tears pouring down his cheeks. The insults of the bullies floated around in his head, repeatedly spitting out nasty words. "Stop it! STOP IT!" He roared to no one in particular, while covering his ears and shutting his eyes tight, wanting the taunts and teases to go away."
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He had a normal time as a dragonet, playing around with all the other dragonets. The dragonets never bothered about differences when they are young, all they care about are making friends and playing. He felt normal, when in fact he stood out like a beacon at night. However, as they got older, his friends began to drift away from him, not wanting to be close to a odd SandWing.
At age three, his gold touch began to develop, and many dragonets began avoiding him because of this. He was then rejected from groups, the dragons not wanting to be near a strange SandWing. He became shy and began to avoid them too, often just sitting there and poking the ground, not interacting or trying to play with them. Even when a new deformed shy SeaWing by the name of Shearwave came, he avoided him, too.
However, a older group of bullies by three years had noticed how Heatwave had a touch that might turn stuff into gold. They became jealous of his ability, and shifted from picking on Shearwave to picking on him. Every break period became a misery for him as Littlehorn picked on him, and as the years went on, the harsh words went to physical abusement and words that would break a dragonet's heart.
When Shearwave began to defend him from Littlehorn and his gang, he didn't know what to say. However, they soon became best friends, taking on Littlehorn (or trying to), and get trough life. Then they began hiding from Littlehorn, hoping that he would just give up and find someone else to target. However, he didn't, and stopped them the next time they went to hide. While Littlehorn gave him the worst pain possible, Cresentsand, a follower of Littlehorn and the group, dragged off Shearwave into the forest. That was the day his only friend was gone forever, and after that his life became a misery. For a few days he ate little and hardly did nothing, sighing when they spat out mean words or hurt him. No tears, no crying. But soon came his rage.
He lashed out at them one day, using his power after they tried to kill him. He lashed back, turning the whole group into golden statues. That was the day Golden took over, and now he wanders the continent, killing off every dragon he finds mean, his memories and past pains urging him on to do so. However, what he doesn't know that his old friend is still alive...somewhat. And he doesn't know that they will meet soon.
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"As Littlehorn spat out insults, Heatwave swayed his head back and fourth, before he began to shiver violently. The bad memories shoved far back in the corner of his mind came springing out, filling his head with punishments, insults, and taunts. Finnaly, the line has been crossed, and he seemed to be unable to move or think as a voice screeched in his head, "Welcome, Heatwave! Your life is MINE now!" He then let out a bloodcurdling scream, his teetering sanity now replaced with pure insanity."
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He did not have the power yet, but as he aged, he slowly began to develop these powers. At first he could only turn certain objects into gold, but soon it spread to everything. The dragon who cursed him sold all the golden objecys to help expand, upgrade, and keep the orphanage, for at that time they were very poor, and the orphanage was close to bankrupt. This was the main reason why that dragon cursed him, to help expand and repair the orphanage and bring it back into business.
When he turned himself into gold, he became ageless, he was just basically a golden statue kept alive by animus magic. This allowed him to withstand pretty much all ways of dying, even dipping him in lava won't kill him, he would just turn into a bunch of magma in the shape of a dragon. if he cools, he would look like he originally was when he first turned into gold, except brighter. The only way he can die is if a animus dragon undid the curse on him, and if that did happen, he would no longer be mobile and alive, and he would freeze on the spot and turn into a golden statue.
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"He bounced around with the SandWing dragonets, hollering and yelping in excitement as the ran around, tagging each other. "Can I play? Can I can I can I? He said, still bouncing with enthusiasm. All the dragonets stopped running and crowded around him, and one said "Sorry, but uh, we cant risk being turned into, uh, that." He looked down, to see a small area slowly turning a bright and glittering yellow. He looked down in confusion. He lifted his claws away, and the yellow stopped spreading. This had never happened before, what was going on with him?"
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- His touch can turn anything into gold, unless it already is gold.
- He has special gloves that cover up the gold veins on his arms and stop him from turning stuff into gold every time he touches it.
- He can only turn stuff into gold if he is directly touching the object. This means that the gloves are just, well, normal golden gloves. No special magic enchantment or anything.
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"The two biggest SandWing bullies cornered him, smiles so devilish that it made him shudder. "You should have never existed, pathetic SandWing. You will never fit in, no matter how hard you try. You are not only an embarrassment to us, but the entire world. You should have never existed, and it shall end now." The biggest SandWing said, before thrusting his barb so hard through his heart that it skewered him, the barb poking out from his left shoulder. He collapsed as the barb was withdrew, and the SandWing said, "You are so miserable, I didn't even need to poison you, idiotic creature." As Golden took in his last few dying breaths, he hissed, "You may have killed me, but I will always live on." He then stabbed his claws through his chest, grabbing his heart. He then began to turn into a golden statue, and once he was all gold, and thought to be dead, his eyes opened, now all black with gold slit pupils. He removed his hand from his chest, and the wound healed over. Even though he was all gold, the magic, the curse still kept his heart beating, preventing him from ever dying. "This." He hissed, standing up. "This is the real me."'"
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