Name:
Benedict
Personality:
Benedict has a tendency to steal, chase, and just be generally mischievous. He tends to steal blue and green things, being it's his favourite colours. He chases small animals, but never harms them, only being the playful jellybean dragon he is! Benedict would never hurt a fly, and is very affectionate to his friends -- shy with strangers. He'll try to look away and make minimal eye contact. He loves history! He could read all day long about history, and often times go searching for prehistoric dinosaur bones, or ancient man made items.
Story:
I am Benedict. The young jellybean dragon thought, as his mother gave him the name. I am not normal. He soon realized, from reactions from other beans. Because of this, he grew up isolated, always searching for a way to keep his minds off things. He soon realized history was amazing... and it would keep him very, very happy.
Benedict trotted along the old trail, the scent of ancient dust and artifacts filling his senses. It was amazing, the only new here things were the plants and animals; most of the plants still reaching the minimal of 50 years old. Suddenly he stopped, peering up at the thousand year old tree. It was huge. It was history! Benedict wondered what this amazing wonder had experienced during it's still living life... if only he could see with his own eyes. But the best he could get was finding the hidden clues hidden around places. He walked along the roots that stuck out of the ground and dug right back into it in some sort of amazing feat and his eyes found something. He ran up to the shard that glittered slightly with the sunlight that peeked through the leaves, and looked; an arrow head. An arrow head that had been very clearly, used to kill... but why?
Benedict could not remove the arrow head, as it was too deep into the ancient bark, forming to the tree. But Benedict could research, something he loved so. After a bit more exploring, he went to a library... looking up the first nations people of the time -- that lived around here.
He found out about a tribe called "Opal Bears" and soon, the history about the site that Benedict had found. What had happened was the Opal Bears were horribly attacked, and the very arrow head Benedict had found was used to slay on the murderous trespasser. So much death... so much horror. Benedict thought, but couldn't keep his eyes off the text.
[if this is too much I'll remove the references to death]
WIP