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--------𝒯he butterfly effect is the phenomena where the littlest decision can make a huge impact on the fate of the rest of the world. The simple beat of a butterfly's wings can lead to the destruction of all that we hold dear to us. It's a thin balance that's best left to the fate of the universe to cycle through, if someone were to have access to such a thing, who knows what could happen to them or everyone around them.

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--------𝓘f you had the ability to halt the entire world as you know it, look at a vast amount of ways a certain event would unfold and choose which one you want, would you? To most, the answer is a most definite yes, who wouldn't want to be able to change how the driver reacts before he crashes into a semi-truck? Those last few seconds he could be using to swerve, and you could be the silent hero no one knows exists... However, what about the choices you're making that you don't know about? You can't just change one part of the world and expect everything else to be the same; what if you're enabling a serial killer to find his victim, when if the world was let be he would have moved on from their hiding spot, on the complete opposite side of the world? What if... you accidentally destroyed your home and the people you love in a freak accidental plane crash? Could you live with that burden? For the most of us, we get to just sigh it off and enjoy reading hypothetical situations as just that, but for Altair, possessing that power is an unfortunate reality.
--------How such a phenomena was created has no scientific reasoning to back it up, rather than "he was born with it". Some weird gene mutation perhaps? Or maybe some strange chemical high up in the atmosphere tampered with his DNA. Nobody knows. As a child, Altair practiced his power without realizing it, he would always have bouts of deja-vu and was always considered to be "the lucky one" because everything always seemed to go his way. It wasn't until he was about 8 that he knew he could control it and he started focusing on what it was. At school bullies always seemed to leave him alone, he was never called on by the teacher to say the answer, he even managed to get away from everyone in a game of tag. The power went straight to his head and every single little thing, even something as small as chasing a butterfly, was altered by him.... However, no matter what, he could never bring himself to use it against his family, no matter how mad he got. Maybe he would have used it more conservatively if he knew it would be the cause of the accident.
--------Altair grew up away from a normal society, yet not distant from one, he lived with his wealthy parents and his sister. They lived high above the clouds on a custom-built 3-acre long "town" above a desolate forest, completely fueled by coal. His life was practically normal, despite having wings for arms and living above the ground. Having wings was convenient to the entire family as they could just fly down to get supplies from the rest of the world and go on family vacations wherever they wanted... At least they could if Altair wasn't terrified of heights. He was never willing to fly other than hover over the ground, because of his fear. When he was a small child, he saw a movie where someone lost their life from falling and he's been terrified ever since. He's horribly ashamed of his fear, as his family would poke fun at him all the time for it. They have to carry him on their back, while he shut his eyes, down to the regular world for school or any time he wanted to visit a friend.

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--------𝓗e lost everything that cool evening, illuminated by the warm oranges of the fallen sun that soon would grow into a sickening spiral of black plumes and falling debris. The smell of a burnt life filling the air as he plummeted to the world below, watching as everything he knew and loved whittled down to ash. When you live your whole life taking advantage of altering the universe in your favor, it comes back to haunt you, by stealing away your family in a freak accident. An accident that you caused by living your whole life selfishly changing reality to avoid all your troubles. Little did the poor kalon falling through the sky know, but while he was using his power to avoid the stresses of reality, he changed flight #600 in every way by with every time he used his power. From the plane's failure to pick the island up on the radar to the pilot being unable to steer out clear of the island in time. The plane that devastated his family and his home.
--------For once in his life, something turned to his favor without Altair putting in the effort to change fate. Although it hurt crashing down, the soft pile of hay in the barn he landed in cushioned his fall. He spent the whole night laying in the hay that saved his life. Just thinking. Thinking about the future. Thinking about what to do. Thinking. He knew. He just knew. He knew he did it. He knew the blood on his hands were the fault of his carelessness.

He vowed never to use it again.

--------After eventually falling into a light slumber, our protagonist awoke to the sound of rustling about in the barn. In surprise, and rather gracefully, he let out a small screech and immediately fell off of the pile of hay onto the equally as shocked farmhand. After the two let their heart rates settle, Altair calmed down when he realized it was only, and quite luckily, a friend from school, Aspen. It only took for Aspen to ask why he slept in his barn for Altair to break down crying and blubbering about the night before. Albeit difficult to comprehend, all it took for Aspen to comprehend was "plane", "crash", "fire", and "dead" and he had a clear enough image in his head. Immediately Aspen ran off to his uncle, the farm owner, to inquire about making their new uninvited quest a permanent resident, which left Altair to his own devices. He climbed to the top of the hay and curled in a ball to finish his fit of tears. There was no lying to himself here, he had absolutely no idea what he was going to do, and for that twenty minute time frame in which he was left alone, he wished he were a departed victim in the accident too. Those feelings disappated as soon as Aspen came back with the good news; he was welcome to stay, receive meals every night, go to school with Aspen and have a warm bed every night, on one condition. He had a list of chores to complete every day working around the farm.

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-----Having always been that kid who warped reality to go his way his whole life, it goes without say that Altair can be a bit of a brat when things don't go his way. He gets frustrated easily and shuts down completely whenever anything gets too stressful, however he's never actually lashed out at anyone or anything. He's pretty gentle, especially with smaller creatures, and loves flowers and small rodents. He's very sensitive about any criticism of his looks, especially his wings. If he accidentally trips someone with his wings and they reasonably get upset with him, he can't help but tear up, or even sob if they yell at him too badly. He's incredibly shy and doesn't like meeting new people and cares too much what others think of him. He was always seen as the weird kid in school, the nerd, the freak, you name it, and it shattered any sense of confidence he had growing up. He has his small group of friends and that's where his true loyalties lie. To those people he shows unwavering loyalty, friendship, and trust, but he can easily be taken advantage of by said group as well.
Whenever he feels threatened or scared he curls up in himself and hides under his wings for protection. Either than or he'll just completely freeze and shut down on the spot like a deer in headlights, which isn't very convenient if you're in a dangerous situation. He's very clumsy, since he was designed to fly everywhere and he doesn't and is larger than the average kalon so he's known to stumble and trip over himself a lot. Altair doesn't anger easily, but the few times he actually is angry at someone, he's completely cold towards them and shuts them out. He's not good at talking out his problems with others and tends to bottle up his emotions and hold grudges. He's awful with confrontation and would much rather hide from all of his woes.

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--------𝔊oing from never having to lift a finger his whole life apart from occasionally picking up his room to a full list of chores every day was definitely a huge shock to Altair and something that took awhile to get used to, but ultimately was no big deal. He doesn't mind working so intensively because he gets to see all the animals on the farm every day, and Aspen and his cousins are always finding ways to make the process fun. The heavy workload also helps him get over his grief as it gives him something more positive to focus on and a healthier way to move on. That doesn't mean he's completely moved on. He still feels the pain and the emptiness every time he hears a song that his mom used to like or smells something similar to an old recipe his dad would cook, but now instead of feeling the despair and hopelessness from the day of the accident, he feels a somber happiness. Happy that he has the fun memories that he has, happy that everything turned out OK, happy and hopeful for the future that lays ahead. After all, it's much better to have loved and have lost than to have never loved at all.

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--------𝓐spen and Altair met at that awkward time that is middle school. The two were always sort of the geeky ones at school, preferring to play video games at their recess time rather than hang out like regular kids. Altair protected his friend from bullying with his power of altering outcomes as well as himself, they both were afraid of the judgement of their peers after all. During high school they didn't stay as close as friends as Altair would have wanted, and they remained mutual friends, waving to each other in the hallways and such.
They rekindled their friendship after the accident, especially since they had a lot to talk about. On top of talking through grief, the two had many years to catch up on, Aspen had his cousins to introduce, they had chores to bond together over and they always had time on their own. Altair trusts Aspen with his life, but still has refrained from revealing his secret power to him. Although he may need it in the future, he prefers to keep it to himself and has a secret hope that one day it'll just fade away on its own. In his opinion, it's more trouble than it's worth.

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--------𝓐dditionally around the farm, Altair has a small animal companion, a mangy tabby cat named Tiger. Altair is the only residence at the ranch that Tiger trusts enough to hold, pet or even get within a five feet range of him. Before the sudden appearance of a dragon at the ranch, Tiger was notorious for being the meanest, nastiest barn cat, but the best at catching mice. Tiger shows a soft side for Altair, and loves him enough to leave little presents of dead rats on the doorway to the barn.

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