“You think your life is tough? You left me to fend for myself and remained as cold and distant as you did on the island. I needed you, my mother, and you weren’t there. Do you know how alone and abandoned I felt? I don’t want your apologies, much less your pathetic excuses.” ~Maple
Water, 90% of the dragon population, school, dragons who ask stupid questions, dragons who point out the obvious, chocolate (disgusting), math, being underestimated, bugs, the cold, bullies, incompetent fools, a lack of grammar
Powers and abilities
Strong, singing, holding her breath for fifteen minutes
Slight anger problems, trust issues, aggressive/salty a majority of the time, fear of water
Venomous SandWing barb, fire-breath, claws, and knives (extremely sharp ones).
“I’m not mean. I’m just brutally honest. My apologies if you can’t handle it.”
I don’t speak, nobody’s listen’ It’s not safe to seek the attention
I won’t sink, I won’t wallow In this dream that I have borrowed
A P P E A R A N C E
“Art is not what I create, what I create is chaos.” ~Hasley
Everything about Maple’s build looks SandWing, from her golden barbed tail that fades to a rich chestnut near the tip, to her delicate amber ridge.
She is athletically built and lean with muscled limbs. Her long neck leads to a slightly chubby-cheeked face and narrow snout. She stands with the posture of an average dragonet at her age, not too tall but not too short either. The only traits that could make one suspect her hybrid genes are her flat back talons, scales, and wings.
Her odd colouration is another giveaway. The hybrid is composed of dusty yellow MudWing scales, a shade closely resembling to maple syrup. Running along her sides are tan underscales, paired with a faded orange underbelly like the setting sun. Her dark brown talons looked to have been dipped in mud, then speckled with grains of tan desert sand, and end in wickedly sharp and pointed claws.
She has grayish-blue irises that can appear only gray in a specific type of lighting. Her straight pointed horns are a burnt shade of orange. The top of her wing membranes are a few shades darker than her scales, while the undersides are similar to her tail; fading from a dusty yellow to a chestnut brown.
So don’t lead, I won’t follow There’s no sense in waiting for tomorrow
“Well then, you can’t really blame me, now can you? It was your mistake.” ~Maple
P H Y S I C A L
Maple knows no proper form of material arts whatsoever, but still makes a formidable opponent with her violent and aggressive nature. She isn’t weak when it comes to strength, managing to throw off multiple dragons at once, but isn’t incredibly strong either. According to her fellow peers, she is quite agile on her talons.
A C A D E M I C
During her time in school, she would excel in science and language arts, having earned high grades in both subjects. Her other subjects were relatively good, excluding math (which she wishes would just burn up and die). After a few years though, she began to stop caring about trying to maintain good grades and they began to drop lower than they usually should be. She has been told that she has fairly good writing ability, although she highly doubts it.
T R I B E
As for her tribal abilities, she can hold her breath up to fifteen minutes, a trait not nearly as impressive to other MudWings, but greatly surpasses other tribes nonetheless. From her father’s side, she obtained a venomous tail barb and can breathe fire freely without the need to be warm enough beforehand.
I move in all directions I don’t need any protection
And this beast is interjecting And this soul can’t help but connect it
H I S T O R Y
“Both tears and sweat are salty, but they render a different result. Tears will get you sympathy, sweat will get you change.” ~Jesse Jackson
On the crisp, fallen leaves of a maple tree, an egg hatched.
The tanish brown eggshell, with swirls and starbursts of a nearly hidden gold, fell apart to reveal a small bundle of dusty yellow scales.
The dragonet’s parents, Mist and Hyrax, were overjoyed at her hatching, and dubbed her with the name Maple. They showered her with all their love and attention, as if she were the best thing that had ever happened to the both of them.
For the first few months of her life, the family of three lived on the outskirts of the Mud Kingdom, tucked away from the prying and judgemental eyes of other MudWings. From time to time, Mist’s siblings would stop by to say hello, but their visits usually always ended up with them arguing amongst one another, while Hyrax took Maple to one of the farthest rooms from the shouting and read scrolls to her.
Soon, Mist decided it would be best for all of them if they moved to a secluded place from the rest of Pyrrhia. Having a wide variety of knowledge on Pyrrhia’s geography and maps, she suggested that they moved to a small island in the Bay of A Thousands Scales.
And so that’s what they did.
With the help of a few friends and willing relatives, Mist and Hyrax managed to move all their belongings into a cave located on the center of the chosen island.
Maple was hardly fazed over the move, and actually relished in the expanse landscape that she was able to explore. With her parents’ strict restrictions in mind, she would move about freely and collect anything she found remotely interesting to her, before locking them away in a chest her father had bought for her from the mainland.
For the next few months, her family was living happy, comfortable lives.
That is, until Hyrax’s body was found at the bottom of the ocean.
Maple and her mother were horrified, with the former developing a hatred and fear of the sea. No longer would she happily play along the beach’s shores, instead keeping to the island’s thick forestry. A change in her usual daily schedule was prominent as well. She would stay away from home during the daytimes, preferring not to interact with Mist’s growing bitterness and attitude, and only returned when night had befallen and she knew her mother was fast asleep.
Almost a month after Hyrax’s death, Mist thought it best they move from the island (she was well aware it wasn’t doing either of them any good), and made plans to live in Possibility, a city accepting of all tribes. Wanting to travel light and quickly, they didn’t take many belongings with them and left early in the morning the day after the decision had been made. The flight lasted for about the entire day, with frequent stops being an essential, before finally landing on Possibility soil in the late afternoon.
Using old contacts, Mist was able to find them a small rented-out house to live from a NightWing. She bought them new furniture; several scrolls and scroll shelves, various cushions and blankets of browns, golds, and light shades of yellow that reminded them of Hyrax’s scales, and wooden night tables.
Almost immediately Maple was enrolled into the nearby school. It wasn’t something she had experienced before, and she was positive that almost all the other students knew it. Maple kept mostly to herself, choosing to act shy and quiet and wandering the halls and library alone. Anyone who attempted to approach her was either snapped at or shot such a venomous glare that they would fidget uncomfortably before hurriedly excusing themselves and scurrying away.
Only one dragon managed to wiggle their way through her angry facade.
Burro was an interesting dragon. Large and empathetic and undeniably understanding. Their first encounter started off no different from the rest. During a free period, Maple had been found reading in the library alone, never once glancing up from her scroll until a sudden wave of heat overtook her right and a pale yellow shape sat comfortably beside her. Maple snarled for her to leave, which was politely ignored by the older dragon as she grabbed whatever scroll was closest to her on the shelf and read.
This carried on for days.
On the fifth day of their unspoken arrangement, Maple finally uttered a word.
Or four, to be more precise.
“Why are you here?”
Burro blinked in astonishment for a few quick moments before jokingly replying, “Well, I do go to school here. And the library is a public space so...”
She was rewarded with a glare.
The older SandWing ducked her head, trying (and failing) to hide her smile. “Maple, you’re lonely. You might not allow yourself to admit it, but it’s quite obvious to those around you. I just want to keep you company. Fill the void that plagues you. Lots of dragons do. Why don’t you let them in?”
The dragoness only narrowed her eyes in response and returned to reading her scroll, promptly ending the conversation there.
Soon, months passed and the two grew closer, even growing a sister-like bond. Maple continued her avoidance of everyone of course, despite Burro’s disapproval, but learned to regularly open up to her.
“It’s healthy,” the SandWing had pointed out after Maple had finally spilled out all her worries and fears and grief. “To talk to others, I mean. You can’t carry that all alone. No one can. No one should. I’m glad you talked to me.” She threw her wings around her in a heart-warming hug that lasted until the end of their break.
And for the first time in many years, Maple was content.
Unfortunately, good things never last.
At least, not for very long in her life.
And I’m ill with all that I know ’Cause it shows what little I know
I want sacred, I want final And I’m seeking it wherever I go
R E L A T I O N S H I P S
“I apologize if I sound a little skeptical of that statement.” ~Maple
Before asking to be added to relationships, I must have first spoken to you beforehand.
Maple isn’t very fond of her mother, usually complaining silently about her parenting skills. She finds her to be too strict, miserable, and a pain in the neck, and often wishes that she would just shut up. She can’t say that she's sad that she left, but deep down, she is well aware that she is.
Although she doesn’t remember much from her early childhood with Hyrax, Maple knows that she favoured him over Mist. He would spoil her rotten, despite her mother’s protests, and was a lot more carefree and enthusiastic. However, she blames him for the mess that is her life, as everything fell apart the moment he died.
If there is one dragon Maple would die for, it’s Sapphire. While she often gets annoyed by her optimism and cheerfulness, she appreciates her kind, compassionate, and, surprisingly, wise words. The friendship she shares with her is greatly treasured, despite Maple not exactly believing she deserves her, no matter what Sapphire might say. The other hybrid always knows when she’s upset and what she wants to hear, usually the first the brush away her tears and whisper comfortingly to her.
Maple has only talked to Hosanna briefly and rarely, those times being only to joke around with one another. She sees a possible acquaintance in the fellow dragoness if they were to converse more, and the two even share some inside jokes (coughnarticough).
“You’ve injured me enough as it is. Also, why are you so determined to get me to stay? Is it because of your lack of friends? Are you so pathetic and lonely that you need to force other individuals to spend time with you?” -Maple
“I’m sure I can make a buck or two off of that hat of yours. Give it.”
You think you own me But you can’t control me
You look at me and there’s just one thing that you see So listen to me
A P P E A R A N C E
“You lost your mind in the sound.” ~King, Lauren Aquilina
Maple’s physical appearance in modern time doesn’t differ greatly from her canon one. She’s got the same brown-yellow scales, gray-blue eyes, SandWing tail barb, etc.
As for her clothing and accessories, she wears a silver bracelet on her wrist, gifted to her by a close friend. When getting dressed for the day, she doesn’t care for what she throws on, as long as it is appropriate and comfortable. As a common clothing choice, she favours sweaters (preferably black), even if it’s sweltering hot outside, with a short-sleeved shirt underneath, and jeans.
Listen to me You push me back
I’ll push you back Harder, harder
A B I L I T I E S
“Do you have a death wish or something? Because I would be perfectly fine with slitting your throat right now. Happy, even.” ~Maple
P H Y S I C A L
Maple is skilled with the use of a knife, not impressively so, but well enough for her to use one as her primary weapon. She is quick on her talons, matching the speed of a slower than average SkyWing, especially when fueled by anger or determination. Her reflexes are pretty formidable as well, and she can stalk with the same silence and concentration of a cat.
T R I B E
Just like her canon doppelganger, Maple has a venomous barb, but lacks the ability to hold her breath for up to fifteen minutes. Her firebreath is also somewhat weaker, but not to a great extent.
You scream at me I’ll scream at you
Louder, Louder I’m dangerous, I’m warning you
H I S T O R Y
“Tell me pretty lies.” ~IDFC, Blackbear
she'll probably be a normal butt
But you’re not afraid of me And I can’t convince you
R E L A T I O N S H I P S
“Wow. I am just really good at making enemies.” -Maple
Please note that I will only automatically add dragonsonas into Maple's relationships. If you would like an OC added, they must have roleplayed together before so I can something to base their relationship off of.
Being Maple’s boyfriend, he is one of the few dragons she holds dear to her heart, despite their rocky beginning. She can actually be kind towards him and tolerates his presence, but doesn’t have a problem with threatening him into shutting up like any other dragon she's met.
Maple has a major dislike towards the other SandWing hybrid, usually snapping or shooting a rude retort at her. However, on a few rare occasions they’ve been able to get along with one another and come to a mutual understanding.
Honestly, there needs to be a new word to describe the deep hatred and bitterness she feels towards that horror show. She is oblivious of the supposed feelings Magic has for her, but finds her seemingly lovey-dovey remarks irritating.
At first, Maple was skeptical about the pesky SeaWing, but soon grew to like him over time. She finds his pathetic attempts at joking to be somewhat hilarious. She’ll sometimes join him on some kind of heist, but prefers to stay away from his grand schemes, because unlike him, she doesn’t intend on being hauled away to jail.
Maple thinks Raccoon is a very intriguing and close friend of hers. She enjoys conversing with the other hybrid and finds them to quite hilarious at times. They usually end up having silly, playful arguments whenever they speak. She loves Raccoon very much and can’t imagine what it would be like if she hadn't met them.
Maple loves spending time with the peculiar pink NightWing, and considers her to be a positive and outgoing dragon to be around. She is one of her closest friends and Maple is perfectly content to vent her problems to her. She adores her art immensely. Like Raccoon, Maple loves Day very much and can’t imagine what her life would be like if she hadn't met her.
Also, according to Day, they are wives, a fact Maple willingly accepts.
Maple respects and relates to the other hybrid for their own saltiness, intimidating influence, and violent nature. She finds them a little overly serious, but has shared some funny moments with them. She doesn’t quite know if she would call them a friend, what with her lack of a proper opinion them, but does think of Stormbreak as an acquaintance. She greatly enjoys viewing their art.
“You know, I’m actually ninety percent certain that in the next few minutes you’re going to somehow manage to tick me off to the point where you’ll no longer have a tongue. In other words: shut up.” ~Maple
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Most would call her a cold, heartless husk.
And honestly? Maple can’t really argue with that. It’s the truth, after all.
Usually, a sharp, cutting remark or rude comment is present on the tip of her tongue. It is the product of her tendency to be brutally honest and alarmingly aggressive, which she has been attempting to work on but has failed to improve. Even so, she speaks such hurtful words and her own opinions with a flare of confidence, as she doesn’t care for the backlash she’s liable to receive. She takes any and all attempts of others trying to insult her in stride. She’s grown too tough of a shell to be really phased, though some still manage to slip through the vulnerable cracks.
Maple has learned to stay strictly independent and to trust no one. She finds it difficult to rely on others for help or support, after having her heart and mind broken one too many times, and completely shuts down when it’s offered. She becomes quickly suspicious of their true intentions- or if they really care at all- even if it’s someone close to her. She’s most dangerous- and unpredictable- when she’s angry or upset, and will lash out at the nearest individual, may it be verbally or physically.
She gets irritated easily by dragons that don’t seem to have the ability to properly use common sense, more so than those who purposely annoy her. It takes all of her inner will power not to shred them to pieces herself- she knows the consequences of doing so aren’t very ideal.
Among close friends, her softer and calmer side begins to show. She’s actually a fun and good-humoured individual to spend time with during these moments. Laughing comes much easier to her, as does cracking jokes and biting back offensive retorts. Her usual fractious attitude fades away, as if it had seemingly never existed in the first place.
In the driveway My friends aren’t far
In the back of my car Lay their bodies
Where’s my mind? Where’s my mind?
They’ll be here pretty soon Looking through my room for the money
“ Promise me this, if I lose to myself, you won’t mourn a day and you’ll move onto someone else.” ~Neon Gravestones, Twenty One Pilots
T R I V I A
Two dragons were killed during her heist at the stronghold, a guard and a palace servant
In her opinion, chocolate + math can die
She despises wearing jewelry
She can and likes to sing
She hates incredibly strong sweet smells
She doesn’t like eating much
Oddly enough, she doesn’t swear
Her mental age is 68
It is common to hear her muttering about everyone just dropping dead
She is a master at staring contests
She can never keep her talons, wings, or tail still
She has the tendency to drift off into space
During her original revision, she was just a normal SandWing-MudWing hybrid living in the MudWing Kingdom with both parents
She had amber scales and royal blue eyes
I’m biting my nails I’m too young to go to jail
It’s kinda funny Where’s my mind?
Maybe it’s in the gutter Where I left my lover
What an expensive fate My V is for Vendetta
R E F E R E N C E S
Please follow the references below when drawing her. A few, small interpetations of your own are always welcomed. Thank you!
References both drawn awesomely by the greatest of ploobs
Thought that I’d feel better But now I got a bellyache