Windcaller belongs to me, Rain! Please don't use her (or the coding!) under any circumstance!
Appearance
Her scales are a calm grey color. Her underscales are a paler grey, slightly white. Windcaller's scales are just like any other DriftWing, save for her black markings, being royalty.
Wind’s sail is a nice orange color, fading to grey. It is speckled with black dots, making it stand out a bit more. Her eyes are a orange-ish amber, and probably one of her most striking features.
Her horns are the same color as her mainscales. For accessories, Windcaller is bare, save for a golden neckband, embedded with rubies, which displays her name. Sometimes she will wear tiny earings, that look like waves rolling across the shore, but only on special occasions
Personality
However, if Wind is standing up for something, she can be an entirely different dragon; not hesitant to reason as much as she can- or fight, for what's right. Windcaller doesn't talk much; believing quiet time is much better than wasting breath and energy on others.
Sometimes she wishes she wasn't the dragon she was. Windcaller can be insecure sometimes, and makes mistakes. She constantly worries about them, when it's something little, and doesn't even matter.
History
Wind found the only way to be in the world and not die, was to probably stay out of this cruel game of royalty and relations. She aimed for a lower goal, one that her siblings wouldn't consider. She wanted to be an artist. The world was for her to paint, and the paintbrush was her tool.
She was always welcome to conversations with her siblings, but Wind found herself growing farther away. One day, curiosity took the best of her, and she went outside to see the world. Turns out, it wasn't all it was told to be. She saw countless dragons cowering under others, rulers versus servants. The images were imprinted in her mind.
She hurried quickly back to the Palace, frightened. Guilt weighed her down, yet she didn't know why. Windcaller decided to take a visit to the Library. She read all about DriftWing History, all the things that had happened. It was hard to cram it all in her head.
But the truth was horrifying. The world was different then she'd imagined.
She was quieter, but later pursued her dream as an artist. Her first piece was quite popular, but no one truly understood what it meant. She'd painted countless royal lines, each potrait of them specked with detail, dragons were below the paintings, all bowing. What most of them didn't notice was a the tears of the dragons bowing, or the disapproving faces looking down on them.
Windcaller continued to paint, each drawing with a hidden meaning, and hoping that maybe- just maybe, someone would realize what they meant- and one day, the world might be right. Be fair, be- Pyrrhia.