"I am fond of many things. However, relationships I am not. There is no doubt a number of aspects I overlook, simply because I was completely unaware. Although, assuming I knew, I am but an old dragon. I simply could not provide what most may may sought out for."
- Matira when brought up of partnership
NOTE: This character is NOT canon to the TGV narrative.
Backstory[]
A world without light. A world unguided, distraught. A world almost unseen. A desolate land, yet inhabited by many. At least, from what it seemed. These so-called inhabitants lacked most attributes assessed to the living. All one could muster is that they are indeed alive, and yet convey little to no action. They can be easily overlooked from visitors by their lack of movement. Even the wind was more engaging, blowing right past them with ease. It can be assured this is no preferred destination for its eerie conveyance. Most cannot help but feel distraught themselves from traversing mere steps into this droughtful landscape, feeling as if a million eyes shone down their spine at their every wake.
The darkness was only temporary as a gleaming light shun in its grasp, gradually blanketing the terrain with life. Once encapsulated is now shattered. Amidst the shattering light shone seven distinct figures, each possessing interchangeable attributes from each other. These figures shared no resemblance to the rest of the inhabitants. It begs the question if they even came from this world. Perhaps descendents from a nearby universe, accompanied by salvation. What could be perceived is that some presented themselves in a humanoid structure, while others were unfamiliar creatures. Aside from physical traits, all came in varying sizes, some being much smaller/larger than others.
The one that truly stuck out like a sore thumb was the largest amidst the group, towering just behind the rest. The entity stood at an astounding 28ft whilst on all fours. It was unnerving to say the least. This disturbing aura even motioned the once motionless inhabitants, even if it was mere twitches. This was the first time they had moved on their own, let alone feel something. Their draconic figure was immaculate, their wingspan reaching many meters away from their body as it blanketed the sky in unison with the light. In a quick motion, the creature would take in a small breath before expunging an immaculate shriek. Echoing throughout the plain, the soundwaves were more than enough to awaken these inhabitants from their prolonged slumber, redirecting themselves to the source of the quaking roar.
The creature stood tall with their wings stowed away, glancing down at the millions who watched in awe as they began to ponder. Some were calm and content, others couldn’t help but shudder from those pure white eyes watching from above, let alone the plethora of gazes accompanied by it. The dragon took notice of these bodily movements as it took careful observations, acknowledging the fluctuation of emotions. The dismay steadily spread amongst the crowd, creating a fearful uproar. This newfound discrepancy emanated from the empty minds of the many, never having seen such a thing before, let alone anything. It was near incomprehensible. Although, the dragon understood these feelings quite well, sensing and gathering the collective thoughts and emotions scattered across the now gleaming plateau.
In order to retain the light, the dragon had shrouded itself in darkness, blanketed from the rest. Within the darkness, a white light shone through the cracks as a spiraling beacon bursted into the sky. It would be mere moments before the darkness had depleted itself from the entity as it would be born anew. What stood in front of the crowd looked nothing like the creature they feared before, but rather a woman who sported the same white eyes. Upon closer inspection, the entity sported similar markings as the dragon, not to mention attaining the physical attributes such as wings and a tail. Although, this did not appear as one to shriek. In fact, the woman did not speak a word for it had no mouth to speak out of. The woman did not inhale for it had no nose to smell with. What the woman did have was action, the action to step forward amidst the crowd, sensing the fear had diminished from itself.
In one short motion, the woman took a small bow, conveying their respects towards the lot. Providing reassurance, the lot would react by resting on one knee each, returning their respects by offering their undying loyalty. But the woman was not fond of this loyalty. While the respect was greatly achieved, the loyalty which sprouted from it did not. The woman stood back up before raising her arms, indicating for them to arise from their positions. She did not want loyalty, nor did she wish to be treated as a God. What she truly desired was equality amongst all. This came as a surprise to many. For what purpose would a creature of such unfound power create life that provides little to no benefit towards oneself? Perhaps the power was more than satisfying for their needs. As questionable as it seemed, the woman did not seek reward, nor would she require anything from anyone.
Despite their perceived strength, the woman conveyed but a mere fraction of it. It only took a mere shriek to define the lives of others. One must imagine just how much more she has stowed away. One wrong move, and their whole civilization could be wiped within seconds. Although, they didn’t seem afraid of such an outcome. Their fear stowed away the moment of her resolution, conveying a great extent of trust amongst one another. It was with the aura presented that bloomed from disturbance to bliss. The same, however, could not be said for the other six as they were yet to convey any action. Although, the people were not minded of them for they were perceived that of or equal to the woman who stood in the center, sharing that extent of trust.
Forwarding from the six, the woman took a few steps down as she approached the crowd, gazing up at her in awe as her towering appearance became more evident. Most, if not all of the residents were barely the height of her forelegs. She treaded carefully to ensure no harm was met before centering herself down on her knees. Each step she had taken could barely be felt amidst the ground, miraculously. Allowing the crowd to gather around, the woman gently reached her arms out in a cautious manner. The inhabitants gathered around as they gently reached for her. Albeit hesitant at first, the expression which she conveyed was blissful and content, filling them with reassurance. Each and every individual would have the chance to feel the softness of her hands, embracing the welcoming aura which she brought upon their land.
It was from there a civilization would be established. Once a barren land of statues became a place of tranquility, a place for all to traverse at ease. Alongside the woman remained the other six entities. They were not to rule the land, but rather to live alongside it as a form of equal treatment she had sought from the very beginning. While it seemed more like the woman pushing her thoughts and ideals upon the six, it was through a consensus that they agreed such treatment amongst the mortals for as long as it remains plausible. The plausibility in question was brought up by another. Said person was not too fond of how she and the others should be utilizing their strength, burdening the fact that they’re extinguishing their potential. However, he would let it be for the time being until it develops into an “issue.”
As time passed, the woman would prosper with her efforts of maintaining peace within her world, assisting in even the most minor of tasks. But even that wasn’t enough. Over time, the woman took into consideration and pondered about other worlds. Who is to say what state they were in? If anything, they could be in some form of stasis as well. Eager to know, the woman flew off and ventured from galaxy to galaxy, visiting a plethora of newfound places. Not only were some of her suspicions correct, but others had prospered just as well as her home, if not more. This venture allowed her to muster up a few ideas to improve her efforts. She didn’t find her current ones without care. Though, she was encouraged to do more. She wanted to go beyond. Even though her true strength is unbeknownst, even to herself, the woman felt confident enough to tap into just a little more of it. Not for herself, to no surprise.
Like the previous world, and the one before that, it took time to allow her presence to be a welcoming one. Following the same procedure allowed for the woman to form the same relation. Albeit a struggle in certain locations, it all came around through a bit of perseverance. Alongside her welcome came bearing gifts. Gifts included numerous items, treasures, as well as an assortment of foods. As much as she acknowledged their kindness, she simply could not accept anything from anyone. Her kindness comes at no cost. This is especially the case when she feels others are wasting their resources for someone who does not require them. Unfortunately, her personality was far too kind for her own good as she took in some of the offerings. The woman didn’t need any of it, but she couldn’t help but feel bad for all the effort put into these gifts, not wanting it to go to waste. Especially in the instance of food as it’s the most valuable of resources. Someone or something was to use it eventually.
With each gift received, the woman would give her blessings and promote her gratefulness by allowing for some of these gifts to be transferred towards another. Since some resources proved useless to her, more so clothing, it is a treasure to another. This is a way she can give back to the people without taking too much in return. It’s still a difficult thing to ask as these people dedicate such offerings specifically for her. She’d worry about offending them often. Fortunately, she was able to develop a solution to these troubles. Returning back to her hub world, the woman would confront the one of the archaic, which is the term used to define the seven. The person in question sported insect like attributes, more so of the moth/butterfly kind. The woman confronted her specifically for the abilities she possessed held great purpose. More importantly, the woman wanted a way to store all these offerings and/or other items she came across, given she had been receiving quite the handful.
Not only did she want storage, she wanted plenty. The woman required numerous spaces that can be accessed at hand, almost like mini pocket spaces or pouches. As achievable as it may be, she felt it was too much to ask for, especially numbering just how many she needed. The woman didn’t want to abuse her status nor overwork others for the sake of her own tasks. Fortunately, the insect hadn’t minded it one bit. In fact, she was ecstatic to be of assistance.. It would be an intricate process, but certainly not beyond their power. Eventually, this would upbring the development of the assortment via spatial manipulation. What begged the question is why she needed more than one. The reason? The woman wanted to stay organized as opposed to compiling numerous foods, clothes, etc into one messy pile, proving difficult to search through. Having 9, let alone more than one, proved most useful in tackling such an issue. As the woman had no belt or strap to keep hold of these pouches, the insect applied some form of link between the woman and the pouches, allowing them to float around her within a given radius. It was more so connected via an intangible aura, hence the illusion of the pouches floating. The pouches also had a built in anti theft mechanism, making it so only she can grab/open them.
Blessing the insect, the woman would convey her gratitude via a plethora of words. A bit too many words for one to need. Nevertheless, she was happy to be of assistance. Trusting the woman, the insect knew it was for a good cause. Hopefully. Nothing catastrophic has occurred yet, so it’s safe to draw that conclusion. Anyway, the woman would then embark on yet another venture throughout the universe, visiting worlds both old and new. Utilizing her pouches, she was able to store quite a lot. The capacity within each pouch was seemingly infinite, providing more than efficient. Storing most items, the only ones she could technically use without having to stow away constantly would be the food. The woman was quite fond of these delicacies, savoring each and every bite. With each bite came words of gratitude, sharing her thoughts and opinions to hopefully encourage others to keep making what they enjoy best. As for the leftovers, she would be certain to stow them away for others to enjoy.
The woman spent many centuries trying to enact peace within the universe, engaging and indulging with newfound places at every waking moment. It was remarkable just how far she had gotten in achieving such a goal. Even for a god, it’s not that easy. Her strategy was flawless. Well, nearly. As mentioned before, not everyone is going to fall under the same consensus. There will be conflicting thoughts and encounters, something that she was more than aware of. Despite her wishes, not everyone is willing to accept it. It can be most exhausting to reason with such people, even for her. But despite the struggle, she is always eager to try, try again. The woman had encountered many with hearts of sorrow, despair, even hatred. Some call it evil. But for her, she does not believe in such cases. No one is born evil, but rather succumb to influence. The woman wishes to be the influence to change that, to better one's life. This does not mean to force or enact changes that completely alter one's mind, but rather help direct them towards a better path in life. A life full of prosperity and bliss.
However, all this traversing made her think. With making her way around the universe which she calls home, what of another? Glancing ahead, she took a gander into the unknown. What if there was more to discover? What if another world, no, another universe was yet to be seen? A universe that has yet to meet her presence. This may provide more opportunities to enact peace. Let alone peace within one universe, why not two, or three? A much broader task, yet nowhere near enough to back her down. The woman had no second thought of it. She knew it must be done, even if it means to take a step into the unknown. However, she cannot leave the others without notice. It would be rude to abandon them like that.
Traveling back, the woman formed a meeting amongst the other archaic, explaining in detail the venture she may embark on, as well as the benefits it may bring. Such benefits include expanding their knowledge of all things living and nonliving. Such knowledge proved valuable, not just to the woman, but to the others as well. Although, it wasn’t an easy debate, to say the least. As convincing as she was, the archaic were uncertain what exists outside the boundaries of their confinement. It cannot be determined what may happen to them if they let even a finger through. This was especially a burden to one archaic in specific, another woman. This one sported a more toned figure, perceived as the strongest of the group. But even strength isn’t enough to admit fear. Albeit a quiet one, she wasn’t afraid to speak out her mind. At least, not before.
She and the woman shared a unique bond, to say the least. The toned woman was quite troubled at first. She spent most of her life apart from the others, clouded by her own thoughts without peeping a word. It only grew worse the more thoughts that seeped through, creating more and more stress. Albeit a struggle, the woman took notice of their odd behavior, encouraged to step in. It started out rough. The toned woman refused to say anything, nor was she interested in sitting down for a chat. But alas, one thing came to another as the woman was finally able to pull through. Settling down, the toned woman would pour out her mind like an overflowed bucket, making room for more. The toned woman hadn’t felt this much relief, not for a thousand years. Let alone that, she was able to speak more fluently with the others, engaging in active conversation, even forming friendly relations. The way she was treated by the woman was like a mother to her kin. It was like she meant the whole world to the woman, feeling the compassion grazing her skin.
Acknowledging all that, it could be understood why this decision was so important to her. She didn’t want to lose her. Not ever. The woman focused on her specifically, corresponding to her reasons; her worries. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t afraid too. Even with all this power, anything could happen. But, with her reassuring words, the toned woman agreed to let her through, but on one condition. To return. The outcome wouldn’t be certain, but it was a promise she held dear to her heart. As for the rest, they agreed following the same conditions. They trusted her the same way as the toned woman did. Although, for one of them, it was a burden in their chest. Not of dismay, but of animosity. But he couldn’t bring it up for his reasons not to tell.
Once the decision had been made, she insisted the others take care of this world, as well as the others while she is away. Albeit not as dedicated and passionate as she is, they still hold the will, let alone the strength to try. Not a moment would pass before she had left the premise, giving her last blessings before embarking.
The Beyond[]
Traveling amidst the borders of the ever expanding universe, the woman would have reached what appeared to be a gateway of sorts. It gleamed white with numerous cracks spreading around. It was like a rift that linked one universe to another; a doorway in which only an archaic may perceive/pass through. Its mere presence felt strange. Not even that, but her form reacted further as the markings began to glow in unison the closer she was. The woman felt nerves weighing down her back. She attempted to draw a finger on it, but to no avail. Just like the discussion from before, there is simply no telling what could happen. And yet, she didn’t want to give up. She knew the fear was to be stowed away. Not for her, but for them. For Invictus.
Clenching her fist, the woman took one small breath before reaching her arm out once more, just barely glazing the rift. Regaining the confidence, she would carefully reach her hand through the rift before immediately taking it back out. Glancing at her hand, it appeared the exact same. The only notable difference was the odd sensation emanating from it. What mattered was that it wasn’t painful, nor was a negative reaction observed. But still, she had to be cautious about it. Assessing the situation, the woman took a deep breath before flying straight through the rift with little hesitation. The sensation would course throughout her entire body the further she went. It was neither pleasant nor agonizing. It was…strange.
The woman was encapsulated for a brief increment in time before being placed on what focused to be the other side of the rift. Slowly opening her eyes, she would be blasted with vibrant colors and strange star-like splotches everywhere. The shadows, shrouded lights, none of it appeared to exist. It was clear to the woman, this was not the world she once knew. The woman was placed into unknown territory. A vast new universe with opportunities left and right. It was a lot to take in. Though, it wouldn’t be long before the passion in her heart took its course. The adrenaline rushing throughout her body. So many places to explore. So many opportunities to learn, to help, to know! Without taking even a glance from behind, the woman spotted a nearby planet, swiftly arriving in a hastily manner.
Arriving within its atmosphere, the woman found herself soaring above a forest. It was unlike anything she had ever seen. It was so pink! Most forests she had encountered were grayscaled to the limit. Going in for a closer look, she carefully landed amidst the blossoming trees, folding in her wings with her tail plopping onto the grass below. Scaling herself just beneath the trees left her in awe. It was simply remarkable. She couldn’t help but to twirl around the ever falling petals that followed the gust of wind created by herself. Spinning around and around, the woman embraced the moment the best she could. Though, she embraced it a little too much. Losing her footing, she had tripped over her tail which had circled her body, landing amidst the grass.
Recollecting herself, the woman attempted to get back up before coming to a startling discovery. A discovery so absurd that it had knocked her over once more. Looking down at her hands, they were no longer the shrouded black coloration. In fact, they were pure white. Even the markings had vanished. As confusing as it was, that wasn’t the worst of it. Glancing down at her form revealed certain areas that had once lacked detail. This was the first time in her life that she felt…naked. It was a strange feeling, one that filled her with discomfort. What if someone sees her like this? Revealing herself to someone without the proper attire would be most inappropriate.
The woman’s first instinct was to search through her pouches for something to wear. Surely, she should have plenty to spare. But to her luck, it was bare bones. Nothing. It seemed she had given out all she had to a few locals not too long ago. The woman hadn’t minded that decision, but she certainly felt dismayed by the current situation she put herself in. The best solution she could think of was to create more clothing, this time for herself. However, the required materials to do so weren’t present within the area. Brainstorming, the best conclusion she could draw out is to find a nearby town, or at least a set of locals who may be of assistance. Normally, she would never ask such a thing. Aside from never needing any form of attire, she’s usually the one to be giving/providing. But given the current situation, she was left with no choice.
Wrapping herself up with her wings and tail the best she could, she ventured out through the blossoming forest with anxiety. She couldn’t help but stress for what is to come. The woman did not want to convey herself in a suggestive manner, not to anyone. She holds herself high for others. She wants to retain the influence she left on them, hoping to carry it through and through. But how can she retain this influence if she cannot hold it together? By taking small breaths, she would attempt to focus back on the trees, soothing her mind with their graceful presence. The clash of stress with bliss was somewhat bothersome, but it could be worse. What mattered more was what came next.
After wandering aimlessly amidst the lush plain, she would finally come across a village. The village in question was red and beige with many depictions of symbolic imagery. The structuring was most unique, nothing from the likes of her home. The aesthetic it presented was of serenity. Or so it was. To her dismay, the village looked worn down. Ash marks were visible all over the infrastructure. It could all fall over at any given moment. It was clearly not suitable for anyone to make a living. Still, the woman thought to at least explore a little. Perhaps she could scavenge for some materials in the process. Assuming no one to be found, she unwrapped herself, allowing her to move with ease around the village.
Searching through and through, the woman came across numerous structures of varying qualities. The origins of which are unbeknownst to her. With no one around to ask, this would be something to figure out later on. Or so she thought. Amidst one of the structures came a voice. It was a quiet one at most, but a happy one. It hummed a soothing melody that made its course around the village. This encouraged her to check it out as the woman wrapped her form once more before following the source. Given a moment or two, the woman would finally stumble across the humming. The humming in question derived from a small hut of sorts, isolated from the rest of the village. Insistent for some answers, as well as assistance, the woman slowly approached the hut for a friendly greeting.
At close glance, the hut had no door to knock on. But she simply cannot just walk in! The woman was not one to intrude. She had to come up with a solution to garner their attention. Before she was able to, the humming would come to a halt as the individual got up from his seat, turning towards the doorway. At close glance, the individual in question appeared to be an old man, sporting gray hair with wrinkles all over. His body was supported with a single cane in his grasp, following his every movement. The closer he got, the more anxious she became as she tightened her form furthermore. The man came to a halt, standing just before her as he glanced up. Looking down at the man as he conveyed exhaustion in his eyes, she couldn’t help but feel bad for him. Being so worn out whilst living in the remnants of what could assume his home.
But alas, there was no time for questions as the man stomped his cane, breaking her out of thought. The man hadn’t spoken a single word nor thought, only action. As the woman attempted to spout, the man would silence her by abruptly lifting his cane directly at her face. It had so much wind to it. It was more than enough to shatter her words. Settling down, the man observed the woman head to toe before turning away, indicating for her to follow. Acknowledging his welcome, she stepped through the doorway, having to scale down once more due to how low it was. The man then poked his couch on the way in, hinting her to take a seat. Gently placing her tail aside, the woman took her spot whilst keeping her form wrapped up.
It was strange to her how the man didn’t react to such exposure. Was she wrapped up that well? Or had he not felt a burden? It mattered little for the man swiftly returned to the woman with a bowl of soup. It was warm, fresh off the stove. At first, the woman turned down his offer, not requiring consumption. But the man was insistent on it, pushing the bowl further. Wishing not to upset the man, she gratefully accepted the offer, having to hold it via her tail for her arms were preoccupied. The scent it gave off was most pleasing to her nose. The coloration, oh so warm. With no further hesitation, the woman allowed herself a sip as the fluid took its course. Grazing her taste buds, the woman was pleased with such astounding flavor. She couldn’t help but go in for another sip, and one after that.
Just as she finished her bowl, the man appeared once again. This time, he was holding a neatly formed pile of cloth. The man acknowledged her lack of attire, willing to change that through another offering. The woman glanced down at the cloth, gently picking it up from the man for a better view. The clothes were made entirely out of red cloth with gold trimmings everywhere. The red in question complimented that of her eyes, to her surprise. She had no words. What could she say aside from expressing her gratitude? Though, the man could read her expression oh too well, having no need for such as he conveyed but a slight grin.
Smiling back, the woman was eager to put it on as soon as possible. Although, she didn’t wish to expose herself in front of the man. Fortunately, the man understood as he faced the other direction, giving her the needed privacy. Carefully assorting herself as the woman put on the given attire. Looking down at herself, she couldn't help but notice it was a little revealing to the sides. Not only that, but the way the outfit snug to her form allowed her to realize she had gained a few pounds. This was likely due to the amount of offerings presented back home, having just now realized the implications. As unexpected as it was, it hadn’t bothered her. The woman couldn’t help but feel happy for herself. Not necessarily of the weight, but more so the cause.
Focusing back at the man, she would convey a gentle bow, giving her blessings to the man for all he had done. It was certainly a lot the man had given her, wishing to repay his kindness. But what is there to give? Alas, the man didn’t want anything in return. In fact, he seemed pleased with the outcome judging by his faithful grin. The woman felt more connected to the man because of it. It was almost like they shared the same goal, having received the treatment she gives to others. It was…nice. Truly, she was grateful to have met such a person, let alone someone eager to help a total stranger. But the man didn’t see her as a stranger. From the moment he laid eyes upon her, he saw a friend, a friend that gazed back the same way.
Having what she came for, the man would direct her towards the door. It was a little unfortunate how brief their interaction was. Although, it felt like she had known the man her whole life for how he treated her. A moment the woman would never forget. Making her way out, she’d face the man one last time with a bow, wishing to see him again. The man smiled as he would bow as well, wishing all the same. The woman took one last glance at the man before flying off. She couldn’t help but think of him on the way. He certainly made a place in her heart.
Having gathered more than enough knowledge of her whereabouts, she sought the rift to return home. She knew the others must have been worried sick. Perhaps they would also like to know of her findings as well. Once she’s proven well, of course. Retracing her steps, the woman would find the rift before flying right through. The moment she exited out, she couldn’t help but breathe in the familiar scent of nostalgia. It felt like ages since she left. Even if she left for an hour or two, it still felt pleasant to have returned home safe. Before she made her way to the others, she stopped to take a gander at herself. The clothes she once sported had since been torn away. Her form was once more exposed, minus the details. Did they get left behind? Insistent, the woman would quickly travel back only for the clothes to remain on her body, unscathed. Traveling back once more only further proved her conclusion. It seemed anything she wears outside of her universe becomes non-tangible, though untouched. It was unfortunate as she wanted to show it off as one of her findings. Although, she was at least pleased this form didn’t require coverage.
Returning back, she would be welcomed by the six, astounded by her arrival. The most astounded was the toned woman as she rushed over in concern. The woman was then blasted with a number of questions. Questions including “Did anything happen?” “Are you hurt?” “Do you remember us?” She was certainly caught off guard from the last one. Though, the woman simply chuckled, reassuring the toned woman that she was completely fine. In fact, she emphasized her well-being by describing the experience she had with one of the locals, having provided her the attire. Said attire which she was unable to prove. But alas, it didn’t matter because the others were already most intrigued. Some were even intrigued enough to explore it themselves. However, she had to inform them of the bodily changes it brings for she would prefer they not experience the same situation as herself.
Having made her presence, the woman was eager to return. It was a short welcome back, but she wanted to continue if her goal was to be met. But she couldn’t leave before doing something first. Approaching the toned woman, she welcomed her with open arms, letting her body rest against hers. She knew how much the toned woman expressed her concerns. It was definitely a lot to take in. But she would retain the promise she had kept from the very beginning, to return home safe. The woman is not one to break promises, having her word whole-heartedly. In fact, she promised to make consistent visits from time to time. She didn’t wish to abandon her world, not especially after all she did. The woman promised to take care of both worlds, confident enough to achieve such a task. Having made her final words, she flew off once more with gracefulness as the toned woman watched from afar. She had faith in her safe return, ensuring to take care of this world during her absence. Or at least try.
Flying through the rift, the woman was left with much to explore. One must feel nervous having so many choices without any sense of direction. Fortunately, she was a quick thinker as she focused on the world's closest to her, following a chain from galaxy to galaxy. As such began her journey. The woman made her presence through many more worlds, each providing new opportunities to learn, to grow, to cherish. She had learned much from the inhabitants. They allowed her to participate and actively engage in various holidays and traditions, each involving a plethora of activities she found herself most fond of. She even went to the extent of sharing these traditions with the other six, hoping they may enjoy such.
Aside from traditions, the many inhabitants had provided offerings upon her arrival. Offerings included items, food, etc. This was something she was more than used to. But no matter how hard she tries to deny it, she simply couldn’t bear the feeling of their dismay. Her ever-growing kindness was too much, even for herself. Some may consider it a way to exploit her methods. But alas, she had succumbed to the kindness of others, having no choice but to indulge.
Year after year, world after world, the woman had indulged in many things in her life. Not only did she hold a vast knowledge of all things living and nonliving, she was also able to grasp a better understanding of the people. This proved beneficial for it allowed her to help them with their needs. But alas, indulgence came at a cost. Going at a nonstop pace caused her mind to express great exhaustion. One could describe it as if one hadn’t slept for weeks, maybe even months. The woman merely passed it off as her being old. But that was far from it. Normally, archaics do not require sleep, nor do they excrete such levels of exhaustion. It was clear to know she had been overdoing it on the whole kindness thing, completely overlooking her own well-being for the sake of others.
And if that wasn’t enough, her form also experienced some changes. Due to overindulgence, she had gained what seemed double her weight, maybe even more. So much to the point her outfit began exposing more than it should. And yet, she didn’t seem bothered by it. Even returning home, she acted as if nothing had changed. But that was far from it. The six took great notice of these changes, though none seemed confident enough to question. Most hadn’t bothered because she seemed content with herself. However, the toned woman was the one to step up and confront her about it. Why? Amidst the friendly gaze, she knew things would only get worse if something was not to be done.
Doing a complete 180, the toned woman ordered a private meeting with her, expressing deep concerns for her well-being. Addressing her words, the woman kept reassuring her, making excuses such as age or feelings of content. However, that only made the toned woman feel worse as she refused to let her go. She knew the woman had been making changes and adapting for the needs of others. But who is to say what she’s done for herself? No, who is to say what GOOD she’s done for herself? Was this venture truly worth it? This caused the toned woman to start over-thinking again, even to the point of breaking tears. The woman felt horrible for causing her to feel so distressed. She knew how important she was to them, and yet, she kept passing off these issues like they were nothing. It was like she lost a part of herself. This allowed her to reassess, to address herself as opposed to others. She realized now what had become of her. Admittedly, she was ashamed. No one should let themselves go like this, not even for others.
Engaging in further conversation, both would reach common ground. The woman would be allowed to continue her ventures for as long as she promises to take care of herself. This means to take longer breaks, meaning she must rest from time to time. Aside from that, she must also watch her form carefully. Admittedly, that was a difficult issue to resolve. She was so used to indulging with others, sharing meals, stories, etc. However, she knew something had to change. Evidently, she came to the conclusion to cease further consumption. She may be allowed to accept offers, only to stow them away for others to enjoy. This was a resolution she felt most content with. As for her current form, she didn’t seem bothered by it. It was strange, but she felt this new form to be more expressive of herself. The woman found her previous form to be intimidating or off-putting at times. Albeit not too much, but this makes confrontations a lot easier.
But if she wishes to keep this form, she must make a few adjustments. It was evident to note her outfit would be no longer of use. It became far too small to be deemed appropriate in her eyes, and she didn’t wish to tear it. It was also a gift from an old friend, she simply couldn't get rid of it. Fortunately, she had stowed it neatly within one of her pouches for preservation. Evidently, this encouraged her to search for a new outfit. However, the woman didn’t want someone to make her an outfit, let alone give. Instead, she thought of making her own set of attire. She learned quite a lot throughout the thousands of years of her life, and it’s about time to put the knowledge to good use.
This new outfit she had in mind would provide a lot more coverage. She was thinking of a dress-like apparel, something that covers her entire lower half. In terms of coloration, she felt inspired from her old outfit, wishing to express that by incorporating various uses of gold and red with a new inclusion of black. Not only that, but she reminisces of the symbolism plastered all around the old man’s village. The woman wanted to honor it by displaying said symbols as part of her new attire. Lastly, she included a necklace for herself, one that displays the same symbol to remind her of the good old days, to allow his memory to live on.
Having taken better care of herself, the woman continued her journey across the multiverse. Improving upon life after life as she meets friendly faces, both old and new. As for the toned woman, she preferred to stay put within the hub universe, not too keen on the whole traveling thing. But of course, the two continue to spend time together when given the opportunity.
Personality[]
Kind and compassionate, Matira is a gentle, spirited, God-like creature who has roamed across universe to universe for thousands of years. The reason behind her existence, as the rest of the seven, is currently unknown, both to them and to all. Contemplating on the thought, Matira would muster up her own response to tackle the question. Not being a fan of chaos nor destruction, Matira had decided to, or at least try to, utilize her strength to support others in the best way she can. Her thought processes lie solely within her heart, garnering up decisions based on the benefit of others as opposed to herself. She tends to promote these ideas to the seven as a second opinion. Some take interest, some do not. It didn’t matter too much to her for as long as the others were happy with their own decisions. After all, she wanted nothing but the best for them, and for anyone really.
Her notable compassion and supportiveness towards the others made them perceive her as some form of a caretaker or mother, always watching over them and ensuring they don’t fall into any mishaps. Despite them all existing at relatively the same time, there was no dispute that she acted as both the eldest and the wisest. Matira was also very patient, sitting down and listening to their words without hindrance. Never once had she acted rude nor shown aggression. Any chance for her lashing out at another is highly unlikely, assuming she even can. There are times where she feels incapable or not strong enough in moments of failure.
Even so, Matira understands the extent of her capabilities, doing what she can to support others at the same time being an all around respective person. She already has more than enough respect and trust from the other archaic, proving her actions impactful or moving. Matira does realize her potential, but continues to yearn far beyond. The one goal she holds to heart is to reach out further, extending past that of her own place of origin. Not only to extend her aid, but also as a learning experience to better understand these newfound surroundings. While intelligent, there’s still a lot she doesn’t quite understand, merely man-made aspects and/or otherworldly things. Her universe contains a plethora of discoveries, but even that doesn’t cover what resides out there.
Appearance[]
Matira has a rather large figure, accompanied by large thighs, posterior, and hips. Her breast size is above average as well. Her skin tone is pure white, although it seems like a light gray at times. She has naturally black nails on both her hands and feet. As mentioned before, she has a large figure, that being more of a chubby physique, expressing pudge all over. Prior, however, she had a more toned figure with the breast size remaining relatively the same. She also has a golden, robotic prosthetic arm located on the lower right, being marked with swirls, as well as a red glow in between segments and fingers. She has two black scleras with red iris’ that emit a faint red glow, as well as long black hair that fades into a gold towards the lower ends. She also has dark red lips. For additional traits, she sports two crimson red markings on her cheeks, as well as four brown horns with two on each side. She has two large brown wings which can be retracted at any time, as well as a tail sporting the same color, but cannot be retracted.
Attire[]
Matira places the back of her hair in a bun using a golden rod with red tips. Sporting this, she wears a long dress, inspired from traditional japanese clothing. The dress is uncovered around the upper area, exposing half the breasts, the shoulders, as well as some of the back in order to release the wings. It goes low enough to drag along the ground, completely covering her lower area. The dress is primarily red with black portions on half the torso, lower sleeves, as well as the bottom of the dress. It also has a long, lighter red piece of cloth in the front, going from just below her stomach to about halfway down the dress portion. In addition, the black areas have multiple golden swirls, representing a variation of the celtic knot. The dress also has gold trimmings on the top and bottom of the sleeves, the sides of the red cloth located in the front, the trim around her breasts/dividing the red and black portions, as well as the bottom of the dress. On the back, the dress also has a hole for her tail to fit through, being just small enough so nothing else is to be exposed in that general area. Lastly, she wears a golden necklace that depicts the celtic knot which can be found all over. She is also bare footed.
Powers[]
Fire Breath[]
Pretty self explanatory, Matira is capable of exhaling fire via her mouth by concentrating enough heat around her lungs, replacing oxygen with pure fire for a set duration. As she’s resilient to fire and any other forms of extreme heat, both inside and out, the duration can prolong for hours, possibly days if needed. Although, she typically uses her fire for cooking purposes and/or helping others. It would have to be such a rare occasion to utilize this for destructive purposes, whatever that may be.
Internal/External Fire Manipulation[]
Similar to Fire Breath, Matira has full control over fire, whether it be part of her surroundings, or even from within. On the outside, she can move around fire with a single wave of her finger, redirecting it elsewhere from harm's way. In addition, she can even amplify the fire, causing it to spread and engulf everything in its path through one small move. But of course, that would be considerably against her morals. As for internally, she can redirect the heat and concentrate it on any part of her body, even heating up her skin to extreme temperatures. This is mainly done for more minor uses of heat like utilizing her hand to melt a bit of ice or lending an extent of heat for others to warm up with. A more practical use that she utilizes often is converting the exterior of her stomach into a stove, heating up the surface enough to where it can cook almost anything, just as long as it can fit on a pan. While she could just use a portable stove/cooker, she finds this more efficient as it heats up 10x faster. Unfortunately, she cannot use herself as an oven, which is why she always brings a portable one fueled by fire!
Vital Restoration[]
Utilizing the red gem, Matira can treat any wound, big and small, with ease. More specifically, she’s capable of healing anything within seconds. She can even restore severed limbs as if they were never torn off. Miraculously, she can even cure nigh-impossible conditions such as cancer or any other life threatening diseases. She may also be able to cure those of blindness, deafness, etc. Unfortunately, she is unable to bring back the dead. Once the body ceases function, there is nothing to be done. However, as long as the brain is still active, there may be a sliver of a chance. Though, as powerful as it may be on others, it has a number of limitations when used personally. Matira is able to treat her own wounds, but she is unable to restore any severed limbs, explaining why she still has a prosthetic
Draconic Shapeshifting[]
Matira can shift back and forth between her dragon form and humanoid form at will, seamlessly. Though her reptilian side is technically her “true form”, she much prefers the more humanoid look for she finds it much easier to interact with others, and not just because some fear large, ferocious beasts. But this doesn’t mean she dislikes her dragon form in any way. In fact, she respects it the same as her humanoid form, given its significance of her origin. Most times she would utilize her draconic form is to apply additional defense, assuming the threat is at an all time high whilst placing others in peril. Fortunately, she knows better than to abruptly step in front of danger and lose another limb, engaging with caution. However, sometimes she allows for a more fun experience whilst in this form, letting others fly around whilst on her back.
Lava Manipulation[]
Similar to Fire Manipulation, Matira has full control over lava, as well as its properties. Not only can she redirect the flow, but also force the temperature to cease, hardening into obsidian due to how quickly she can put it out. On the contrary, she can also disperse the lava at an exponential rate, even increasing the quantity of fluid as it can engulf entire planets given time, leaving nothing but a desolate chunk of rock, forever drifting through the endless abyss. Although, she mainly uses this ability when taking her lava baths, preventing any overflow or eruptions whenever submerging herself within.
(PASSIVE) Happiness Aura[]
A strange factor, one that even Matira isn’t aware of. In fact, it might not even be real, but rather an assumption. Whenever her presence is near, one cannot help but feel a sense of bliss or relief, like a weight had been gently taken off their back within the moment. She doesn’t even have to lay a finger nor peep a word to spread the joy. This is especially evident when Matira expresses a high altitude of happiness, contentment, or delight from within, increasing the aura’s effectiveness by small increments. Depending on her mood, the aura can even deplete in moments of sorrow, more so in moments where happiness shouldn’t be evident. This doesn’t necessarily make others sad, but rather not feel the positive effects as they can still feel joy without it. As strong as the effects may be, it’s not enough for one to go crazy over it.
(True) Star Revitalization[]
Whilst in her true form, Matira is capable of replenishing dying stars by placing them within her magmatic stomach, converting the magma into the plasma compatible with the star itself. Though, in order to keep balance, she would have to simultaneously place another, more healthier, star in its place, retaining the same properties aside from the dying state. Knowing this, she can muster up and place an indefinite number of stars, decorating and lighting up numerous galaxies at will. However, she is more than aware of a stars’ life cycle, and would ensure to check up on them on a scheduled basis to avoid any future conundrums. Only drawback is that she is unable to change the color of the stars, wishing to provide more vibrance for many to gaze upon into said stars. Though, this is more likely something Veleno would do/suggest. Chances are, she did.
Weakness[]
Although he has no real weakness, True Dust likes to toy with his prey not usually using his full might unless he is range or in a very tough battle. From this you can catch him slacking by pretending to be weaker then you actually are and thus get the jump on him and pummel him into the dirt. However unless you can find a way to counteract his Determination it will be hard to actually put him down and thus you need to make sure the blows are final before he starts to actually try.
Relationships[]
Invictus - Close friend[]
The kindness Matira enacts towards Invictus sparks hope in her eyes, garnering the courage to express oneself in a way once seen impossible. This encouragement allowed for Invictus to step out of her comfort zone, having once been quite the introvert now engaging in numerous conversations with the others. The bond from which they share could be compared to that of a mother with her daughter, always watching over her kin whilst granting the freedom to decide their own path.
Samsons - Acquaintance[]
Even prior to meeting one another, Samsons had a fascination for Matira. These fascinations revolved around simply how Matira was as a person, taking into consideration of her actions, as well as how she had influenced others. She even goes to the extent of displaying said events in front of Matira herself. Matira expressed her own fascination with Samsons' work, admiring the preservation of her own past work.
Due to certain complications on Samsons' end, they are unable to be considered friends.
Likes/Dislikes[]
Likes[]
Cooking[]
Being one of her favorite hobbies, Matira always enjoys cooking whenever she is given the chance. Though, she only cooks for others, always offering a meal to passersby and other townsfolk she encounters. Matira learned quite a lot of recipes during her many, many years exploring about, ranging from the most basic of meals to something whipped up by a professional. She never knows when someone is or isn’t hungry, but is always eager for assurance.
Exploring[]
Not too long after her existence, she found passion and curiosity in discovering what the world had to offer, and she didn’t just stop at one. In fact, she would visit each and every world within her universe that she physically could, gathering vast knowledge in regards to the properties of these worlds, as well as the inhabitants. Not yet satisfied, she sought out to explore outside of her universe, eager to explore the unknown.
Supporting/Providing aid[]
Personality wise, she’s always eager to help others, always putting others lives before her. Sometimes she considers it an instinct of hers. Regardless, she’d go around and help anyone and everyone she could during her many ventures. Even those who committed the most heinous of crimes, she still believes in the good of all, blaming influence to be the reason behind one’s actions.
Gardening/Preservation[]
Whenever stumbling upon forestry or any form of botanical landscaping, she tends to nurture said plants with her trust watering can, localized in one of her many pouches. In addition, she ensures each and every plant gets the right amount of water, as well as paving way for sunlight for the plants shrouded below. The extent in which she does this can lead up to more tedious tasks. For example, there had been many times where she was able to preserve and restore a once desolate land, now blooming in flowers with many to inhabit.
Bathing[]
During some of her spare time, she prefers to spend most of it with a relaxing bath. More specifically, in hot magma located directly within a volcano. As her body is resilient to lava and other extreme sources of heat, no pain is done. Though, the true reason she prefers magma over water is simply the texture, finding it more comfortable on her body. And the extreme heat, of course. However, she certainly finds water better for swimming as it’s less solid, allowing for better movement.
Dislikes/Fears[]
Conflict[]
A common occurrence during her explorations are conflicting moments in which two or more opposing forces generate an extent of anger or negativity. Sometimes the forces are targeted towards her, some being out of fear or hatred. As not all worlds are used to the same occurrences, many would perceive her as a threat, solely for her scale and/or draconic properties. Some fear the wrath of Gods while some attempt a more aggressive approach as a natural fight or flight response. Fortunately, she’s able to ease up most situations through her words, not to mention the positive aura which follows her anywhere she goes.
Death[]
Despite acknowledging it as a natural occurrence, Matira cannot help but express sorrow in moments of witnessing the passing of others, sharing tears amongst those paying tribute. However, for the unnatural causes, she is especially upset, more so if she’s unable to heal the fallen individual.
Failure[]
Being a constant burden on her back, Matira always takes thought to consider her moments of failure. Whether it be being unable to help another or failing to protect those in need, she always puts the blame upon herself. She cannot prevent everything as she is incapable of being everywhere at once. And yet, she still places the blame upon herself. But no matter how many times she fails, she will never stop trying to do what she loves best.
Additional Info[]
Parallel(s)[]
Within the Lostverse narrative, there is not a singular variant of Matira nor the other Archaic. Having been implemented into an existing universe via an ulterior force, the Archaic are considered a unique and one-of-a-kind species or set of entities. This means no ‘Evil Matira’ or whatever.
However, there’s still a parallel worth mentioning that lies within the Archaics. Emmerich, one of the Archaics, shared a remotely similar ideology as Matira. Like Matira, Emmerich strives for that peace and equality stuff, ensuring protection. But his means to achieve such can be seen as both tyrannical and cruel. What he considers protection is getting rid of those he deems a nuisance or problematic, more so towards himself. Whomever is left will be granted the protection, should they remain under his rule. In a sense, everyone is given the equality as promised, but at a grave cost.
Being the gullible and innocent type, Matira is oblivious towards his ideals.
Conflict/Struggles[]
A prime concern for Matira is the way others treat her. Being an ‘all powerful being’, others tend to treat her as some kind of Goddess or Deity worth worshiping. However, Matira prefers to be treated equally amongst the rest. Not being a fan of hierarchies or upper class status’, Matira often tries to reassert herself as an average person just like the rest. The only issue is that she isn’t. She sticks out like a sore thumb, garnering unwanted attention.
While Matira isn’t one to judge the ideology of others, she often has to accept these worshippers. Assuming that’s what they want to do, she has no reason to question it. Still, she has no means of taking advantage of this fact. Whatever is taken, she will give in return.
As some devote their time for worship, others go on the offense. Especially when entering newfound territory, the residents may not be familiar with her or the other Archaic. Oftentimes they hide away in fear or try to scare her off in attempts for self defense. Albeit unharmed, Matira’s top priority is to reason with said people, reassuring their safety. Unfortunately, not everyone is as reasonable as she is. It’s a struggle she pushes through even to this day.
Ideology[]
Matira believes in the significance of any and all forms of life, even towards such an extent of putting every life before her own. It’s her apparent duty to maintain the balance of such. Having garnered an obscene amount of strength, reaching levels even unbeknownst to herself, Matira does her best not to lose control in spite of chaos and ruin. Despite her motives, not everyone will see it that way.
Symbolisms[]
The swirls detailed on Matira’s clothing are directly based on the celtic swirl. The symbol itself had numerous meanings depending on who you ask, but the primary meaning I went with is known as the three stages of womanhood. Said stages being the Maiden, Mother, and Crone. The significance behind this is that it represents the outstanding aspects of Matira as a character.
The Maiden represents beauty, innocence, curiosity, as well as self expression. Oftentimes, Matira expresses innocence through her ideology, as well as sparking curiosity as she yearns towards the vast lands of the multiverse. Self expression is another important detail as Matira is able to learn a bit about herself, gradually making choices that she sees fit without always taking others into consideration.
The Mother represents ripeness, abundance, and protection. Ripeness symbolizes growth, something that Matira often expresses throughout her journey of self-discovery. Not just learning about herself, but learning more about others too. Abundance can be defined a number of ways in regards to Matira. To have an abundance of something is to have more than you need. As it’s pretty apparent, Matira holds a lot of weight. Physically. This abundance was the result of her innocence and overbearing selflessness, never finding a reason to say no. And while Matira can be rid of such at any given moment, she doesn’t. Matira doesn’t just see it as extra weight, rather the gifts of many who yearn towards a brighter future. In other words, those hard-working individuals who prove their utmost dedication and craftsmanship towards oneself. Matira respects these ideals towards such an extent to pertain this weight, bestowing her utmost appreciation. In return, Matira presents her gifts to maintain a mutual balance of sorts, not wanting to take advantage of their kindness. As for protection, Matira strives to ensure the safety and livelihood of every living being. Both big and small, her efforts stop at no one.
The Crone represents wisdom, power, and death. Wisdom can be represented by the vast amount of information Matira garnered throughout her travels, spreading the information to new heights. Power being pretty self explanatory. As an archaic, Matira possesses immense strength, scaling presumably up to universal. The reason behind its presumability is due to the other archaics proving their strength to reach said point, thus putting her at the same level via association. As for death, it’s something Matira prefers to avoid. But even so, death is a natural thing. She’s bound to come across a few moments from time to time.
Weakness[]
Due to Matira’s personality and overbearing kindness, it’s relatively easy to take advantage of her. Given there are some aspects Matira doesn’t quite understand, it can be easy to provide false information to cause accidental misdeeds.
Trivia[]
- While she enjoys bathing in hot water, she much prefers magma
- Her favorite food was chicken alfredo, preferably the spicy kind
- The reason behind the additional weight is due to years of traversing through worlds, trying out/being offered various kinds of foods and encouraging others to continue making what they enjoy best before ceasing altogether from overestimating her intake
- The cause of her lower right arm to be missing is presumably due to a battle which occurred long ago, suffering an everlasting injury
- Her prosthetic arm changes shape whenever she shifts into her dragon form, adapting itself
- Invictus considers Matira as a mother figure, respecting her greatly
- Normally, archaics do not require sleep nor do they express drowsiness. However, spending time after time putting in a good effort supporting and assisting others, including helping them sleep, causes her to adapt a little. In other words, attaining that sense of drowsiness.
- She normally carries around 9 brown pouches around her waist, each holding numerous food related items/ingredients in case she has the chance to cook for someone. The 9 bags include fruits, vegetables, dairy, grain, meat, sauces/spices, premade items, as well as cooking utensils. Each bag has its own pocket dimension, veiled under a purgatorial magic that maintains the state of each bag, essentially preventing anything from expiring and/or cross contaminating.
- The 8th bag also includes numerous hobby related items such as knitting, gardening, as well as drawing for the attempted occasions. Her swimsuit is also stored within here.
- The 9th bag is a mini library of sorts, holding a variety of books of differing topics. Topics ranging from recipe books to dragon related puns.
- Like Invictus, Matira has her own personal domain as well, being more of a lush garden with a clear sky as opposed to a dark and creepy cavern. This is where she usually tends to her gardening, as well as using it as a safe haven for those in need. On occasion, she can expand the domain for inhabitants who sought out refuge, having no home to go back to.
- Whenever in a moment of stress, Matira tends to grasp her tail at varying pressures depending on the severity. It doesn’t hurt her since her tail is the most durable part whilst in her humanoid form. She also offers her tail to those who experience similar moments.
- Matira has a relative sense of humor, attempting jokes and puns from time to time. Though, most of them are boomer jokes or puns relating to dragons. As for dark humor, she doesn’t understand it at all, rather preferring not to hear it whatsoever.
- For more information, see here.
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