Spectra Voltwing

Dragonet Hood

Born under the tyrant known as Void, her parents were an arranged breeding. Her father is Basklyn tidalwind and her mother is called Rashalla Voltwing. The oppressive rule of Void looming over her world like a suffocating shadow. Living under his tyrannical reign, she felt the weight of his control pressing down on her, suffocating her spirit and stifling her freedom. Void's iron grip on power left her feeling powerless and trapped, her electric-water abilities subdued and restricted by his malevolent influence.

Each day was a struggle to maintain hope in the face of such overwhelming darkness, with the memory of her parents, Basklyn Tidalwind and Rashalla Voltwing, serving as a flickering beacon of light in the oppressive gloom. She was taught in secret of the ways of her parents elements. She had hidden joys as a dragonet small as it may had been. Little treasures her father would bring from the sea and the warrior stories of her mother's youth.

Teen

As she grew older into her rebellious she had one day decided to create a resistance with her friends in secret. To end Void's reign. But, llike all resistance under his rule did not last. One day she patrolled the borders of his territory, she sensed a disturbance in the air, a palpable aura of darkness that heralded his approach. Without warning, Void descended upon her with a ferocity that sent shivers down her spine. His void attacks crackled in the air, threatening to overwhelm her with its malevolent power. Spectra, with her honed abilities, fought back with all her might, channeling the elements to shield herself from his onslaught. She unfortunatly lost to him and was almost killed on the spot.

Her friend not far off hearing the commotion came to her aid begging for his forgiveness. With some begging and manipulation Void had let spectra live. But with chilling words to live by. Storms that create chaos are for those who are strong enough to withstand the opposing winds. she knew she would never be able to take on a void dragon. With that day she no longer went to the resistance and instead focused on her trainings.

After the incident she was eager to hone her skills, she threw herself wholeheartedly into each lesson, determined to prove herself as a formidable warrior despite the challenges she faced. She loved the intensity of the sparring matches, the clash of scales and the crackle of energy filling the air as she faced off against her fellow students. With each exchange, she pushed herself to her limits, drawing upon her abilities to outmaneuver and outwit her opponents.

Adult

As she grew into a beautiful and vibrant dragoness she had learned to keep her head low from the ever watchful eyes of the voidlings that patrol the shadows. Never seen but always heard. Living off of the ocean and the aviary creatures that roamed those territories. She grew into a powerful hunter and used each hunt as a learning experience. She stays away from the heart of the clan and sticks to the ever expanding oceans and mountains where her family was raised and lived.

Where she could be free to follow the storms, flying to the eye of the storm and feeling that freedom after the hard work of flying through raging typhoons. Where she doesnt feel the overwhelming weight of Void's rule. Flying through the raging storms was her favorite memory as a dragonet as that was how her mother learned to fly and thats how she was taught. She cherished that memory greatly. Often spending hours in the middle of the storms enjoying the sounds and smells of the storm. Contiplating and thinking of what it would be like if she was not born under his rule. Yet, even amidst the darkness, she clung to a flicker of hope, a small spark of defiance that refused to be extinguished. It was this inner flame that sustained her through the darkest of times.