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Appearance[]
History[]
During his youth, Hover was a prideful dragon. He was stubborn and always confident in his ways, and one thing he hated more than anything was the HiveWing and SilkWing tribes. Both were lineages formed from NightWing blood, which he viewed with xenophobia. He saw them as bad omens—ironic given his future title—due to the strife Clearsight brought to Pantala with her supernatural moon gifted abilities. This strife was the never ending violence brought open by the multiple factions which had formed around her descendants, and their abilities which gave them strength over the native tribes, the LeafWings, and BeetleWings. Though unlike LeafWings with their leafspeak, the BeetleWings had no extraordinary power that the HiveWings or SilkWings did not. This eventually lead to BeetleWings to become a dying tribe, which he was one of the last. Consistently, he would try to use his powers for his tribe’s interest, but no matter what, time would be turned back, and his work undone. So despite the seemingly infinite power at his talons, he couldn’t do anything, but in the face of this obstacle, he persevered with blood and grit. Eventually, he would conquer the ‘wings’ of Pantala, and nearly the rest of the continent before he was stopped in his tracks by a mysterious figure. This figure, in battle, had revealed to be the reason behind the odd limits of his magic which had troubled him all his life. In rage, Hover attempted to curse the figure, but something happened, which he still couldn’t explain. His magic had turned on him, broken his command—or maybe it was the figure’s magic? Either way, the results were the same, he had woken a century later, seemingly cursed into a slumber. His kingdom was gone, his people gone, his name forgotten, and the figure was still illusive as ever. This defeat stole the wind from under his wings and stamped out the burning passion for revenge and power that had fueled his soul since his dragonethood. For another century, he would spend his time in fits of paranoia, enchanting himself with a multitude of protections and abilities—which for some unknowable reason, actually worked for once. For another century, his hysteria would calm, and during this time, he would finally be able to observe the SilkWings, and HiveWings without the fury tinted glasses of his youth. And what surprised him most, was the war. It was the same as ever, the world had moved on without the BeetleWings, and yet it remained the same. Though the moon-blessed blood had been diluted, and the horrid powers has disappeared, violence was eternal. This revelation was monumental to Hover, and slowly, what righteous fury that had remained faded. Now, Hover roams around the world, seeking any hint to the mysterious figure that had upturned his entire life, and the secrets of magic. Yet, he is listless, and though he doesn’t yearn for death, years have begun to bleed into one another and he holds life with apathy.
Abilities[]
Hover has all the typical tribal abilities of BeetleWings (in my verse), which is venom-spitting, vibration-sensing, and silk. He’s also an animus, and with his magic, he granted himself the following abilities: future-sight, past-sight, mind reading, flame-silk, shapeshifting, immortality, and venomous stingers in his wrists and tail.
In any form, he retains his draconic abilities and lacks any abilities of the form he takes if he doesn’t know of them. For example, if he were to shift into a spider that can see into the UV side of the light spectrum, but lacked the knowledge of the fact, he would not have that ability. This is because, ultimately, animus magic just fulfills the caster’s wish, and if a caster doesn’t know of a concept/thing, they can’t exactly wish for it.
Personality[]
Trivia[]
• Hover is short for hoverfly, which is a species of fly that has evolved to mimic wasps. This hints to his true character, it’s also a common action for flying insects of all types.