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aaaaa finally!! got the written part done. i'm still doing research on hoodoo because I want to portray the practice accurately and respectfully, so please let me know (gently) if i got anything wrong ;v;

Basics:

Name: Peyote
Nickname(s): Mama Peyote, Mama, Peyo (close friends only)
Age: 19 years (about 30 of our years)
Gender: Cis Female
  Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: idk; not ace but not really that interested in sex or romance
Tribe(s): SandWing, 1/4 Mud ancestry
Occupation: Remedy brewer and seller, "hoodoo queen of the scorpion den"
Physical Description: Mama is a pale gold with a paler underbelly and pale brown scales along her spine. She has darker (but still light) markings on her toes, gradiented wings, and a striped sail. There's also a tattoo of a peyote flower on her left hind leg. Mama is quite petite, but carries herself with enough pride and self-confidence to intimidate others, or at least make them leave her alone. She usually carries a weapon just in case, but is very discreet with such things, and carries different ones whenever she goes out.
Powers: Typical SandWing powers; great memory, almost photographic. She is exceedingly skilled with natural remedies (and poisons).

Personality:

Positive  - Neutral  - Negative

Generous
If you give to others, then the easier it is to get things to come back to you - that's what Mama Peyote always says. She doesn't run her business for free by any means, but she has a soft spot for the weak and meek, and will even take the occasional dragonet under her wing to learn her skills.

Sticks Up for Herself
Though she isn't exactly prideful, Peyote won't let anyone sully her good name. She does what she does because she needs the money, and if she hurts someone (or helps them get hurt) then it's because she believes they deserved it.

Consistent
Mama is known to always keep her word when she promises someone something, and when it comes to some things, she is absolutely a creature of habit. Though some of the things she does are definitely spontaneous and surprising, if you didn't know her well and saw only what happens in the public eye, you'd think you could plan her day for her.

Mischievous
Mama doesn't cause trouble for anyone she doesn't think deserves it, but she's definitely the type to tease the dragons that come into her shop if she likes them. She likes to have fun, so sue her! She doesn't get a lot of fun just brewing all day.

Honest
If Mama Peyote isn't fond of you, she might not tell you outright without prompting, but if you ask her her opinion, you brought it on yourself. She believes her actions towards others speak for themselves, anyway. She's only dishonest when she's selling to some of her best customers. Poison sells easy when you have the best stuff on the market, but the buyers are often harder to swallow than the payment.

Matronly
Despite being relatively young, Mama Peyote seems much older than she is because of the way she acts, mothering those beneath her and often calling them "child" or "young'n" in her thick MudWing (Louisiana) drawl, which was inherited from her grandmother who raised her. This entire trait is just something she seemed to get from Grandmomma Oatie.

Superstitious
Of course Mama Peyote believes in spirits and the other side! If you practice hoodoo, you're bound to believe in that special sort of magic. Mama makes sure to be very respectful towards them, and will often order people out of her shop on the grounds that the spirits don't like them.

Vengeful
Unfortunately, for all of her virtues, Mama Peyote can be the most hateful being on the continent to those that have crossed her. She doesn't take lightly to someone besmirching her good name, nor those of her friends, and she will do her best to make their lives more miserable every time she sees them after the event.

Possessive
Unlike most others, Mama isn't possessive over material items, and could do without most of them. Well, that's what she tells people. However, it's plain to see that she believes the young, "gifted" dragonets she occasionally brings in as her apprentices owe her something, and until they're done with their apprenticeships their time belongs to her. She isn't too strict on their time after business hours, but if they skip out on working for any reason, there's often a punishment to go with it.

Single-Minded
Mama HATES to be distracted from the task at hand. If she's working, leave her to her work, unless you care to get scolded or even possibly yelled at by an agitated SandWing. She stays up for days on end, just trying to get one brew or another just right.

History:
Before Birth: Prickle and Cardon met in the Scorpion Den, where Cardon had moved after running away from home. Peyote's mother, Cardon, was an enormous SandWing/MudWing mix, and Prickle was enthralled by her brutish manner, which was similar to his own. She had run away at a young age because she wasn't fond of her mother's way of life, and she much preferred warm expanses of sand to wet boggy marshes despite her own SandWing father being absent in her life. The two quickly decided to settle down together, loving the way they handled situations so similarly and seemingly able to read each others' minds. (It was probably made easier when both of them didn't have much mind to read.)

Their peaceful, simple lives were rocked to the core when they discovered they would be having eggs. They had two - and one would hatch to be Peyote.

Birth - Hatchling: Cardon had an idea. "We don't have to ruin our perfect, responsibility-free lives with dragonets," she told Prickle, and despite some protest from him, she disappeared for a week, returning without the eggs. That was the end of her involvement.

Grandmomma Oatie's was just beginning. She woke up to a knocking at her hut in the middle of the night, and when she went to go see who it was, she discovered that there were two eggs left at her door. At first, she was considering using them in a potion or mix, thinking it was something a local had dropped off for some such purpose. Then she found the letter Cardon left for her, hasty and harsh in tone.

"These are your grandchildren. I don't care what you do with them, but you always seemed to want to have someone to teach your witchcraft to. - Cardon"

Grandmomma Oatie was delighted to discover she finally had someone to pass on her craft to. Of course, she had tried to teach Cardon, but she never had quite the mind for Oatie's practice, nor the patience. Really, she wasn't suited to it at all. So when the eggs hatched and one of them was a burly, chunky boy, she killed him. His little sister didn't need a distraction from someone who would surely be jealous, as he looked far too much like his mother to be remotely suitable for what she wanted to teach. She needed someone who would carry on her legacy, her family name, her teachings - someone to be the next queen of hoodoo after her, and none of the apprentices she'd taken on were ever smart enough for the job. She needed family.

Lucky for her, she didn't kill the one that had inherited the gene that seemed to skip a generation - Grandmomma Oatie's near-perfect memory. She began to see signs of it as soon as Peyote (named for Oatie's favorite hallucinogenic plant) began to speak fluently.

Dragonet: Growing up with Grandmomma Oatie, Peyote got to know a lot of her customers, as well as the shops in the market she frequented, though it was an hour's walk away. Peyote was childlike, of course, but less so than others her age. Because of the duties thrust upon her by Oatie, she matured and grew quickly, though she always felt like she was missing something. She never suspected that it was her childhood, and over time that feeling began to fade away. She loved learning from Grandmomma Oatie, in any case, and though she did sometimes find the material dull, it wasn't until she got a little older that she began to get a little rebellious.

Peyote's grandmother began to get stricter and stricter as she taught Peyote more and more of her secrets, and soon enough, Peyote wasn't even allowed out of the hut without her unless it was an errand that Oatie sent her on, which Oatie would time to make sure she didn't spend more time than she needed out of the house. Peyote never understood why Oatie suddenly felt that she couldn't be trusted, which was the feeling she got from her. She didn't realize that what Grandmomma Oatie taught her was beginning to tread into territory that not everyone knew about, and if they did, they would not accept it.

One evening when she was nearing adulthood, she was tasked with going to one of the stalls at the market that Grandmomma Oatie favored. As she trudged through the bog and neared the market, she heard laughter and music ring through the air, and sweet smells reached her. She found that they were having a festival, and all the stalls were closed for the day. Rather than go home, Peyote was drawn in by the fun and decorations and good food. She was entranced by the sights and sounds, and spent the whole evening dancing in the square with other dragons, laughing and talking and getting to personally know some of the dragons she'd seen around for so long.

That night, she didn't go home. She didn't have a hut in the village, but a group of dragons invited her into theirs, and feeling heady with drink, cheeks rosy with warmth she'd never known, she allowed herself to be drawn in.

That night was her eighth hatchday.

Adult: Living the life she did, Peyote didn't understand the customs of the other locals. All she'd ever known was Grandmomma Oatie and the meager interactions she got with her clientelle and the merchants. As such, she had no idea that the night she'd partaken in was one that was celebrated in many villages around the kingdom. She was in trouble with Grandmomma Oatie for not coming home that night, but nowhere near as much trouble as she was a year filled with aches and sickness and too much eating later, learning more and more from Grandmomma Oatie all the time.

"Get. Ooooout!" Grandmomma Oatie was furious, her spines standing on end and her shrieking shrill. "Leave the eggs! They're mine! You had them on my time! You were my apprentice and it is not your time to choose your heir! Do you think you can oust me from my position? Do you think you deserve these eggs? If you can't listen to me, one of them will! If you don't leave now, I will kill you, you hear me?! You and all these eggs! Get out! Get out!"

Angry tears in her eyes, Peyote glared at her grandmother. "Fine, keep them! See if I care! I've already learned all you can teach me, you've told me that! I don't need you anymore!" And with that, she fled.

She found her place in the Scorpion Den, much like her mother. She was comfortable in the heat, she found, and fled there because of her grandmother's stories of her lazy mother. She had it rough at first, living on the outskirts and gathering herbs when she could, buying some from stalls with the meager money she got from serving tables at a run-down restaurant. She got used to socializing over this time, and got even better by offering to help some of the sickly children that lived near her. She was like a miracle-worker, her natural remedies often easing the symptoms of the worst and healing the best. Though she didn't have much, she soon learned the importance of sharing with others, and others did the same for her.

Word spread of the matronly dragoness with miracle remedies, and she soon found people who could pay would come to visit her. She started from the ground up, building her business as she went. She moved closer and closer to the center of the city, until she finally had a comfortable home and shop just inside the silver district, closer to the gold. She never forgot her start in the Scorpion Den, and still often goes to visit the less fortunate to help them where she can. She won't ever take an unpaying visitor if she knows they can pay, however, and she has a knack for knowing those things! Word eventually got out that she also made quite the potent poison, some of the best around, and she's now known even in the seedier circles of the Scorpion Den in this way as well, though the average dragon wouldn't know of her extra services.

Relationships:

// Annoyed by    // Dislike    // Hate

// Like    // Respect    // Admire     // Wants to be like

// Wary    // Cautious    // Avoided

// Slight crush    // Crush    // Love    // Together

// Acquaintance    // Friend    // Good friend    // Platonic Love

// Wants to get to know them    // Misses    // Can't bear without

// Neutral    // Unsure    // Can't say

// Not trusted    // Slightly suspicious    // Very suspicious

// Shy    // Jumpy/Nervous    // Fearful

  // Dead

// Family

// Mentor/Boss/Manager/Student

Seawings

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NightWings

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SandWings

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IceWings

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MudWings

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Grandmomma Peyote - - "She was my only companion growing up, and taught me almost everything I know. I hate to say it, but I owe her a lot. If she hadn't overreacted over my simple mistake, I would still be around her...."

SkyWings

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RainWings

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Other:- I'll add fun facts when i think of them lol

Communication:

Comments: No
Notes: Maybe
Chats: No
Skype: Maybe?
Discord: Yes

Tag: @/SkaiaGalaxy - The-ScorpionDen

Description
aaaaa finally!! got the written part done. i'm still doing research on hoodoo because I want to portray the practice accurately and respectfully, so please let me know (gently) if i got anything wrong ;v;

Basics:

Name: Peyote
Nickname(s): Mama Peyote, Mama, Peyo (close friends only)
Age: 19 years (about 30 of our years)
Gender: Cis Female
  Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: idk; not ace but not really that interested in sex or romance
Tribe(s): SandWing, 1/4 Mud ancestry
Occupation: Remedy brewer and seller, "hoodoo queen of the scorpion den"
Physical Description: Mama is a pale gold with a paler underbelly and pale brown scales along her spine. She has darker (but still light) markings on her toes, gradiented wings, and a striped sail. There's also a tattoo of a peyote flower on her left hind leg. Mama is quite petite, but carries herself with enough pride and self-confidence to intimidate others, or at least make them leave her alone. She usually carries a weapon just in case, but is very discreet with such things, and carries different ones whenever she goes out.
Powers: Typical SandWing powers; great memory, almost photographic. She is exceedingly skilled with natural remedies (and poisons).

Personality:

Positive  - Neutral  - Negative

Generous
If you give to others, then the easier it is to get things to come back to you - that's what Mama Peyote always says. She doesn't run her business for free by any means, but she has a soft spot for the weak and meek, and will even take the occasional dragonet under her wing to learn her skills.

Sticks Up for Herself
Though she isn't exactly prideful, Peyote won't let anyone sully her good name. She does what she does because she needs the money, and if she hurts someone (or helps them get hurt) then it's because she believes they deserved it.

Consistent
Mama is known to always keep her word when she promises someone something, and when it comes to some things, she is absolutely a creature of habit. Though some of the things she does are definitely spontaneous and surprising, if you didn't know her well and saw only what happens in the public eye, you'd think you could plan her day for her.

Mischievous
Mama doesn't cause trouble for anyone she doesn't think deserves it, but she's definitely the type to tease the dragons that come into her shop if she likes them. She likes to have fun, so sue her! She doesn't get a lot of fun just brewing all day.

Honest
If Mama Peyote isn't fond of you, she might not tell you outright without prompting, but if you ask her her opinion, you brought it on yourself. She believes her actions towards others speak for themselves, anyway. She's only dishonest when she's selling to some of her best customers. Poison sells easy when you have the best stuff on the market, but the buyers are often harder to swallow than the payment.

Matronly
Despite being relatively young, Mama Peyote seems much older than she is because of the way she acts, mothering those beneath her and often calling them "child" or "young'n" in her thick MudWing (Louisiana) drawl, which was inherited from her grandmother who raised her. This entire trait is just something she seemed to get from Grandmomma Oatie.

Superstitious
Of course Mama Peyote believes in spirits and the other side! If you practice hoodoo, you're bound to believe in that special sort of magic. Mama makes sure to be very respectful towards them, and will often order people out of her shop on the grounds that the spirits don't like them.

Vengeful
Unfortunately, for all of her virtues, Mama Peyote can be the most hateful being on the continent to those that have crossed her. She doesn't take lightly to someone besmirching her good name, nor those of her friends, and she will do her best to make their lives more miserable every time she sees them after the event.

Possessive
Unlike most others, Mama isn't possessive over material items, and could do without most of them. Well, that's what she tells people. However, it's plain to see that she believes the young, "gifted" dragonets she occasionally brings in as her apprentices owe her something, and until they're done with their apprenticeships their time belongs to her. She isn't too strict on their time after business hours, but if they skip out on working for any reason, there's often a punishment to go with it.

Single-Minded
Mama HATES to be distracted from the task at hand. If she's working, leave her to her work, unless you care to get scolded or even possibly yelled at by an agitated SandWing. She stays up for days on end, just trying to get one brew or another just right.

History:
Before Birth: Prickle and Cardon met in the Scorpion Den, where Cardon had moved after running away from home. Peyote's mother, Cardon, was an enormous SandWing/MudWing mix, and Prickle was enthralled by her brutish manner, which was similar to his own. She had run away at a young age because she wasn't fond of her mother's way of life, and she much preferred warm expanses of sand to wet boggy marshes despite her own SandWing father being absent in her life. The two quickly decided to settle down together, loving the way they handled situations so similarly and seemingly able to read each others' minds. (It was probably made easier when both of them didn't have much mind to read.)

Their peaceful, simple lives were rocked to the core when they discovered they would be having eggs. They had two - and one would hatch to be Peyote.

Birth - Hatchling: Cardon had an idea. "We don't have to ruin our perfect, responsibility-free lives with dragonets," she told Prickle, and despite some protest from him, she disappeared for a week, returning without the eggs. That was the end of her involvement.

Grandmomma Oatie's was just beginning. She woke up to a knocking at her hut in the middle of the night, and when she went to go see who it was, she discovered that there were two eggs left at her door. At first, she was considering using them in a potion or mix, thinking it was something a local had dropped off for some such purpose. Then she found the letter Cardon left for her, hasty and harsh in tone.

"These are your grandchildren. I don't care what you do with them, but you always seemed to want to have someone to teach your witchcraft to. - Cardon"

Grandmomma Oatie was delighted to discover she finally had someone to pass on her craft to. Of course, she had tried to teach Cardon, but she never had quite the mind for Oatie's practice, nor the patience. Really, she wasn't suited to it at all. So when the eggs hatched and one of them was a burly, chunky boy, she killed him. His little sister didn't need a distraction from someone who would surely be jealous, as he looked far too much like his mother to be remotely suitable for what she wanted to teach. She needed someone who would carry on her legacy, her family name, her teachings - someone to be the next queen of hoodoo after her, and none of the apprentices she'd taken on were ever smart enough for the job. She needed family.

Lucky for her, she didn't kill the one that had inherited the gene that seemed to skip a generation - Grandmomma Oatie's near-perfect memory. She began to see signs of it as soon as Peyote (named for Oatie's favorite hallucinogenic plant) began to speak fluently.

Dragonet: Growing up with Grandmomma Oatie, Peyote got to know a lot of her customers, as well as the shops in the market she frequented, though it was an hour's walk away. Peyote was childlike, of course, but less so than others her age. Because of the duties thrust upon her by Oatie, she matured and grew quickly, though she always felt like she was missing something. She never suspected that it was her childhood, and over time that feeling began to fade away. She loved learning from Grandmomma Oatie, in any case, and though she did sometimes find the material dull, it wasn't until she got a little older that she began to get a little rebellious.

Peyote's grandmother began to get stricter and stricter as she taught Peyote more and more of her secrets, and soon enough, Peyote wasn't even allowed out of the hut without her unless it was an errand that Oatie sent her on, which Oatie would time to make sure she didn't spend more time than she needed out of the house. Peyote never understood why Oatie suddenly felt that she couldn't be trusted, which was the feeling she got from her. She didn't realize that what Grandmomma Oatie taught her was beginning to tread into territory that not everyone knew about, and if they did, they would not accept it.

One evening when she was nearing adulthood, she was tasked with going to one of the stalls at the market that Grandmomma Oatie favored. As she trudged through the bog and neared the market, she heard laughter and music ring through the air, and sweet smells reached her. She found that they were having a festival, and all the stalls were closed for the day. Rather than go home, Peyote was drawn in by the fun and decorations and good food. She was entranced by the sights and sounds, and spent the whole evening dancing in the square with other dragons, laughing and talking and getting to personally know some of the dragons she'd seen around for so long.

That night, she didn't go home. She didn't have a hut in the village, but a group of dragons invited her into theirs, and feeling heady with drink, cheeks rosy with warmth she'd never known, she allowed herself to be drawn in.

That night was her eighth hatchday.

Adult: Living the life she did, Peyote didn't understand the customs of the other locals. All she'd ever known was Grandmomma Oatie and the meager interactions she got with her clientelle and the merchants. As such, she had no idea that the night she'd partaken in was one that was celebrated in many villages around the kingdom. She was in trouble with Grandmomma Oatie for not coming home that night, but nowhere near as much trouble as she was a year filled with aches and sickness and too much eating later, learning more and more from Grandmomma Oatie all the time.

"Get. Ooooout!" Grandmomma Oatie was furious, her spines standing on end and her shrieking shrill. "Leave the eggs! They're mine! You had them on my time! You were my apprentice and it is not your time to choose your heir! Do you think you can oust me from my position? Do you think you deserve these eggs? If you can't listen to me, one of them will! If you don't leave now, I will kill you, you hear me?! You and all these eggs! Get out! Get out!"

Angry tears in her eyes, Peyote glared at her grandmother. "Fine, keep them! See if I care! I've already learned all you can teach me, you've told me that! I don't need you anymore!" And with that, she fled.

She found her place in the Scorpion Den, much like her mother. She was comfortable in the heat, she found, and fled there because of her grandmother's stories of her lazy mother. She had it rough at first, living on the outskirts and gathering herbs when she could, buying some from stalls with the meager money she got from serving tables at a run-down restaurant. She got used to socializing over this time, and got even better by offering to help some of the sickly children that lived near her. She was like a miracle-worker, her natural remedies often easing the symptoms of the worst and healing the best. Though she didn't have much, she soon learned the importance of sharing with others, and others did the same for her.

Word spread of the matronly dragoness with miracle remedies, and she soon found people who could pay would come to visit her. She started from the ground up, building her business as she went. She moved closer and closer to the center of the city, until she finally had a comfortable home and shop just inside the silver district, closer to the gold. She never forgot her start in the Scorpion Den, and still often goes to visit the less fortunate to help them where she can. She won't ever take an unpaying visitor if she knows they can pay, however, and she has a knack for knowing those things! Word eventually got out that she also made quite the potent poison, some of the best around, and she's now known even in the seedier circles of the Scorpion Den in this way as well, though the average dragon wouldn't know of her extra services.

Relationships:

// Annoyed by    // Dislike    // Hate

// Like    // Respect    // Admire     // Wants to be like

// Wary    // Cautious    // Avoided

// Slight crush    // Crush    // Love    // Together

// Acquaintance    // Friend    // Good friend    // Platonic Love

// Wants to get to know them    // Misses    // Can't bear without

// Neutral    // Unsure    // Can't say

// Not trusted    // Slightly suspicious    // Very suspicious

// Shy    // Jumpy/Nervous    // Fearful

  // Dead

// Family

// Mentor/Boss/Manager/Student

Seawings

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NightWings

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SandWings

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IceWings

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MudWings

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Grandmomma Peyote - - "She was my only companion growing up, and taught me almost everything I know. I hate to say it, but I owe her a lot. If she hadn't overreacted over my simple mistake, I would still be around her...."

SkyWings

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RainWings

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Other:- I'll add fun facts when i think of them lol

Communication:

Comments: No
Notes: Maybe
Chats: No
Skype: Maybe?
Discord: Yes

Tag: @/SkaiaGalaxy - The-ScorpionDen