Please click the flag 2x Whelp, I just started working on this meme today, and so I stole the code from it, and added my art. I never thought that my coding would come into such uses, but, you never can know everything, can you? Anyway, I'll probably be entering again, I don't know. That will remain a mystery. But I thought I better do the dragon, since they looked the most epic, and because dragons are in my comfort zone. I'm really trying to win something in my life right now, so I hope this will get me somewhere. Thanks for watching! (if you did) All art is mine. All coding is mine. (Yes even the backdrop) And uhhh, that's basically it. Name: Keir Gender: Female Age: Dragonet (in WoF talk) 6-7 years sorta Likes: Her dad (For a little bit) Dislikes: Her mom, her friends, her doctor, eh, most things
__________________~Backstory~_________________ Keir was a dragon born with a curse. Or at least that's what everyone called it. She was able to tell the future, read minds, and although she didn't know it, (and probably never would) she was able to possess other dragons. Her father was a dragon from the tribe of the Deathwings. Deathwings normally ranged from the colors dark black and dark red, with black eyes, and a sharp spine. Her mother was from the tribe of he Dawnwings, which were usually gray dragons, with pink eyes, curvy horns, and a fluffy, leaf-like tail. She had grown up with her dad most of her life, since her parents had been separated after her birth. Her father was horrid, and murdered on a daily basis, but that's what Keir liked about him. He was strong, and powerful. Exactly what she wanted to be. She was never one of the girls that would play with dolls or toys, she would make knives for her father, trying to earn respect from him, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't do it. Once she hit the age of 3, she had made a few friends. But she didn't treat them like friends. She would order them to do everything for her, and they would do it. Her father had become impressed with her abilities at the age of 3, and started to plan something even more horrid. But to her. Everyday, Keir would go outside to practice her knife throwing skills, hoping to someday show her father that she was worthy. And one day, that paid off. She was now the age of 5, and her curse was starting to become more and more hard to deal with. Her father eventually gave her an offer. He could rid her of her pain, in order for him to be in control of her. She didn't think that was fair at all, so as she told him, "No," he got angry, and banished her from his presence. But little did she know, that her father had a much bigger plan than this. A while back, when she was 4, he had given her some wristbands and a neckband. They had been all part of his plan to control her. So the next night, when she found a cave in a dark, rocky forest, she felt something on her neck. She figured that it must be a bug or something so she just brushed it off, but it was much, much more than that. Her father had installed a wiring system to inject a needle in to make the voices stronger, and even more unbearable, but on top of that, there was numbing, too. She had grown up, thinking that her father was just an ordinary dragon, but a bit more violent. He was not ordinary. He was a scientist, trying to make an army of his own in order to become king of the Deathwings. The next morning she wasn't in control of herself anymore, as her limbs were not moving at her will. She tried to move her arm up, but couldn't. And then the voices started flooding in. The sounds were deafening, almost wiping out any other sounds of the nature around her, giving her a massive migraine. She roared out in pain, her muscles working at least that much. Although she was unaware of it, her eyes had started to glow. She waited and waited, trying to get control of her limbs, and after a while, she was able to do it. After gaining control of her body again, she set forth toward the nearest hospital, trying to find the right building among the thousands of other buildings. At last she found it, stepped inside, and found that there was a strong odor of decaying flesh right as she walked through the doors. "I need a doctor!" She shouted, her raspy voice filling the vacant air around her. "Next." A voice called from behind one of the doors. She trudged through the nearest one and found the doctor inside. "I have a horrible migraine that won't go away." She said to the lazy dragon on the other side of the room. "I'll go get you some pills." He groaned, walking away and opening a cupboard filled with many different varieties of pills. He pulled one out and shook the bottle until one came out. "Here." He yawned, dropping the pearl white pill into the palm of her hand. "Take this, and if the headache doesn't leave, then take this, too." He dropped another pill into her hand, this one a strange sickly green. She made her way out of the room, right before the doctor called, "Next!". As she walked back through the doors and to the den she had made her own, she dropped the first pill the doctor gave her into her mouth. She sat her head down for a moment, but the voices didn't stop. They only seemed to get louder. As she looked up, her vision started to spin. She dropped the second pill into her mouth and waited for it to work, but it didn't. Not only was her vision spinning, she was seeing colors and objects that weren't there. She looked down into her hand, and started laughing. Her hand was huge, and it had its very own face. She started rolling around in laughter, right as something pinched her wrist. The voices were overpowering now. She clutched her head in pain, collapsing to the floor. Before she knew it, she was out cold. https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/671716669/
