basics;;
Birth Name: Amantheia Inno of Dhal.
Nickname/alias: Theia, Inno
Age: Really fucking old.
Species: Dragon.
Specification: Storm.
Birthplace: The Village of Dhal.
Languages: Latin, Korean, Italian, English.
headcannons;;
HC.01 - Her skepticism often disguises itself as indifference with most things and people, no matter how close one thinks they are to her. Theia has a tendency of shutting herself off from contact with people if she feels things have gone awry, whether they have or not. It’s a defense mechanism, and a way for her to deal with the guilt and shame she still feels for allowing herself to be a puppet of the Citadel. There are moments, however, when her skepticism comes with more emotion, which is often uncontrollable by the time it hits that point.
HC.02 - She still feels a twinge of guilt in her severed emotional connection to her home village, like she should feel more sadness in it, and ultimately her parent’s, fall. To combat the constant inner battle between it being alright, and not alright, to feel nothing, she collects things that remind her of home. She has no real explanation of what her home aesthetic is, because she can’t remember, so she ends up just collecting whatever strikes up a certain emotion within her. Her current collection includes: an old pinwheel, a broken spade, and dried sunflowers.
HC.03 - Because of her upbringing, her education was very biased to what the Citadel and her Elder’s felt she needed to know, and a lot of that centered around the Citadel itself. Which means her education was stunted and, much like her kind way back in the day, done on her own. Everything she’s learned after the Citadel has been from experience, from picking up little nuances from the people she’s crossed paths with. The one thing from the Citadel that has stuck with her to date is her speech.
The evidence of her dated speech can be found in the words that are chosen, or in the way her sentences are formed. It’s found in the way she’s not “hip” to the current slang, or shortcuts in speech. This dated form of speech also transfers into a sort of dated upkeep on technology, but, personally, Theia prefers the physicality of books and hand written documents.
connections;;
WC.01 - Someone who, half knowing her story, brings little odds and ends to her desk. They know she collects but, like her, can’t really pin down the theme of her collection and Theia isn’t exactly forthcoming with the information, they may, or may not ask about it. But they bring her things all the same for an exchange for information or documentation.
WC.02 - Any species whose main element is Wind or Electricity. She has a weird thing for Wind dragons, mostly because they were so scarce in her youth, but any species that takes to the sky would stir up some sort of familiar feeling. Which, despite the fact that she refuses to admit it, is a feeling she chases.
WC.03 - Someone from her travels before now that she crossed paths with and has brought along with her. It could be another dragon, or even someone from the Citadel that got out after the Rebellion. Or even a hybrid species that had their own struggle trying to figure out where they fit in in the world. This person would be one of the closest to her in the city, no doubt know the entirety of her story, and be one of the few people to stir any sort of unprovoked emotion.
strengths;;
STORM GENERATION
-APPLIES TO BOTH THUNDER AND LIGHTNING
STORM MANIPULATION
-APPLIES TO BOTH THUNDER AND LIGHTNING
WIND GENERATION
WIND MANIPULATION
FLIGHT
DRAGON PHYSIOLOGY
weaknesses;;
NEGATION
REQUIRED ELEMENTS FOR INTENT
EXHAUSTION
BLOOD LOSS
DECAPITATION
bio;;
The belief that Wind was the coveted element, the special element, started way before her birth. They were rare, Wind Dragons, and Amantheia could count exactly how many times she laid eyes on another of her kind, outside of her immediate family, on one hand. Because of the scarcity of their element, Wind dragons were dispersed, as equally as possible, over the land, and to as many clans as possible.
The wind, you see, aided all elements. They fed the flames of the Fire Dragons, carried the pollen and seeds of the earth to great length just to keep it green, to keep it alive. The Water Dragons didn’t depend upon them as much as the other two, but the Wind still carried the water’s weight in its skies, still gave life to the sails that paid company to its seas. Wind was an ally to all, and while some had tried, Wind Dragons refused to be worshipped, refused to be lavished with praise for simply doing their job.
Because of the constant need of the Wind, these Dragons did not learn the traditional way. There was no education from class and book. No teachers sat with them to make sure they understood the way of the world. These dragons learned from experience, learned through word of mouth on the streets and by hearing the passing conversations. They were stunted, the Wind Dragons, but kept too busy to really recognize just how behind they were.
Theia’s birth was more of an experiment than an intention. Her mother, when of age, was married off to a Water Dragon in the village Dhal. The claim being their element had grown too scarce to find her a mate of the same. While some knew what happened when Wind and Water clashed, Dhal was not a village so privy to that information. On the outskirts of their territory, Dhal was just as behind as the Wind Dragon’s themselves. Stunted. Kept in the dark. So when Theia was born, the village learned what happened when Wind and Water clashed.
They created a storm.
Theia was the first of her specific, sub-class of element that many had seen. The blending of the elements was not often heard of, or successful. When the offspring of blended elements did, in fact, survive, they typically only retained one of the two elements, rarely did they keep both.
She was seven when she was taken to the Citadel and given her first test. Up to this point, she had only shown proficiency in the Winds, but that had been the doing of her parents. Hoping that, by teaching her the ways of only one element, she would fail her tests and the Elders would return her home. This, however, was not the case. If one looked close enough, they could see the rolling waves of thunder just behind the sky-blue of her eyes. The promise, the threat of electricity lingered, waiting to be provoked. To be unleashed.
Despite her parent’s annual requests to return home, Theia spent the greater part of her youth at the Citadel with a very small, select few of others similar to her. As time went on, it was easier to forget her village, to forget her parents, and the simple life they wanted her to live. She had friends, an education untouchable to anyone back home, and, most importantly, she had a purpose.
It isn’t her favorite part of the story, her blindly following the orders of authority, but Theia had never really been taught to ask questions, she had only ever learned to listen. To obey. For years she was under the thumb of the Citadel, learning the books they gave her, hanging on the words they picked for her, repeating the praise they instructed her to. She was their golden child, their mouthpiece to the clans they ruled over, for years. Centuries.
The first shroud of doubt to break through a seemingly sturdy exterior came by way of accident. An errand for the Citadel took her to a small village, just west of her home, named Nerei. The village was smaller than Dhal, but the people were just as simple. Soft, almost. Timid in their approach to her.
They almost reminded her of home.
Among the slew of questions she was used to having thrown at her, one stood out:
What of Dhal?
While Theia had no grand standing with her home village, the question still startled her. Still sparked the tiniest flame of fear, of shock. No one had ever mentioned anything being wrong with Dhal. Surely they would have, at least, told her?
Gathering information had been useless, they knew as much as she - but it was enough. Enough to clear the fog from her eyes, to lift the veil the Citadel had smothered her in all of these years. They had told her, as they always did, that Dhal still stood strong. Healthy in their supplies and in people. They had called it a prosperous village, a necessity in their plans. But, upon further investigation, she had learned the truth.
Dhal had burned.
It was gone.
It brought up an interesting emotion within her. Unfamiliar to some aspects. She wasn’t close with her people, with her parents, but they were still her people. Dhal was still her home and while it laid in ruin, the Citadel lied to her face. And so, Theia began to dig. Began to ask questions, to really look at the Elders and their grand plan of dominance.
It shouldn’t have come as a surprise, the web of lies they wove, but it did all the same. The Citadel’s grasp on power knew no bounds and had no intention of stopping. She learned that the Wind Dragons were such a rare species because they were controlled. Their reproduction, their mating, their disbursement - all done with very clear intent by the Citadel. There was no love for her kind, but a fear. A fear of the Wind congregating in too great of numbers. A fear of the Wind talking to one another and learning just how they had been played.
You see, while the Wind could be considered an ally to all elements, they could also be dangerous. A refusal to carry the rain, spread the seeds and pollen, and to extinguish the flames - it would bring a halt to the world as they knew it. The Citadel feared the Wind Dragons because they knew they were the only species powerful enough to dismantle the empire they had built.
As much as she would have liked to be the one to cause it to crumble from within, Theia knew the outcome of the happening was severely unlikely. So, instead, she gave back the only gift she had ever received: doubt. With each errand tasked by the Elders, she whispered her own questions to the people of the land. Dropped seemingly innocent, yet detrimental, statements for anyone to grasp, and let the people create their own rebellion.
By the time they reached the Citadel streets, Theia had vanished. Slipped out in the night, headed for a world she was sorely unprepared for. The first few years were a struggle for her. Out here, she was no golden child. There was no ruling faction that these people followed. They were fueled by their own free will, and a touch of stupidity. The struggle, for her, was figuring out who she was as an individual first, and a dragon second. She needed to find her place in this world as both.
Time moved on and with each evolution of the world around her, it became easier and easier to find peace within herself. To find the sort of confidence needed to not fear what she was, and when that peace finally came, that was when she decided to relearn the dragon that had laid dormant for so long. To examine every inch of the beast in the most intimate of ways, until they knew each other inside and out.
In all of her travels, her time spent in The District has been her favorite. Her most cherished. The District, and the people within its city limits, have helped her really put those last few pieces of the puzzle into place. For the first time in a long time, there’s no urge to run from the comfort the city has given her.