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Character list:
- Ruse
- Koen
- Gallio
⚜️🎭𝕽𝖚𝖘𝖊🎭⚜️
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Basic Information Name: Ruse
Pronunciation: (R-ooz)
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Species: Thalassodromeus Sethi, Pterosaur
Detailed Description: Appearance: From the first curl of his generous crest, to his relatively feeble little tail, Ruse is clad in a brilliant carrousel of colors. Yellows, reds and oranges clash on his delicate beak, proudly proclaiming his presence far before any noise leaves his maw- for those with relatively good eyesight, of course. He stands at a total of 5'4, rather small for a fowl of his maturity, his wingspan barely reaching 12ft. If he wasn't careful, someone might mistake him for a delicious little snack! He sports no scars or blemishes to his wonderful hide, his feathers properly preened whenever he gets the chance.
Personality: Ruse is extremely self important and arrogant, often injecting himself into conversations or situations that do not involve him, only to be shooed away like an obnoxious little fly. Incredibly selfish and self-sustaining, he travels alone...though only due to his own misconduct. He enjoys finding packs and following them, picking off their food when they're not paying attention. He's a horrible hunter, one of the worst, and relies solely on the work of others to sustain himself- often spotted floundering in bodies of water in feeble attempts to fish, or pecking at hatchlings along beaches until their mothers take issue and chase him off. Regardless of how self-important he felt, Ruse finds himself longing for companionship when the day is over, and the games have finished. He will circle his nest, coo gently to the night air, and wait for a flock.
...if one would ever take him... He struggles with a desire to belong, and will try to bribe respect and attention via gifts of pretty shells or rocks- often landing squarely on his receivers heads.
Goals and Challenges: Ruse desires respect and acceptance, and struggles with his fear of being rejected or denied those desires. Without having ever experienced what they feel like, Ruse attempts to garner them through small acts of service or gifts, though is easily turned down thanks to his trickster-like personality. He's desperately lonely.
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Backstory/History:
He hatched in the depths of the night, waking beneath the graces of a small, dead tree. There was no welcome, no nuzzle of a warm beak against his own, no gentle whispers to encourage his clumsy dance from his eggy hiding spot. A trill, faint, sweet, to the stars above his crest, but no one to answer it- say for the Sarcosuchus slowly slithering their way through the swamp he had been given life on. He had been such a small egg, and while he had been slumbering within his little warm bed, his siblings had made their way to the new world and had taken flight, slipping away into the night sky without a trace.
He was alone... and he had never felt it more than in that moment of stillness.
For days he sat idle...waiting. He didn't know for who, or for how long, but all he knew was that he needed someone. He would spend his time circling his tiny hump of earth, dipping his beak into the water's edge and fishing out what worms and pond scum he could survive on. It all tasted so foul, and Ruse was growing weary. He swore he could hear a voice beckoning from the tree lining, eerily a fond, familiar one- one he had heard within the confines of his egg many moons ago. If he had been any smarter, he might've followed, but instead he opted to stay in his tiny nest and watch the stars twinkle in the night sky.
By chance one day, Ruse spotted a flock of pterosaurs flying above the marshy pit he had been stuck in. Tucking himself into the small, hollowed out tree he had been born beneath, he watched them seek refuge on any of the dry land provided. He was intrigued by the way they had swooped down from the heavens so gracefully, his wide red eyes glued to them for some time, until they eventually slipped off again.
By watching them, the tiny bird enthusiastically attempted to mimic their movements. It took time, attempt after attempt of panicked flapping and squawks of annoyance at failing to take off the ground. He'd find himself unceremoniously plummeting into the ponds on several occasions, but with a tiny tail wiggle, and some extra help from a boulder, he was able to take off and flitter up past the canopy.
The sun struck him, bright, brilliant, its rays warm to the touch- and then- the air. Fresh, sweet, salty all the same- Ruse would never return to that murky bog of a nest, unless fate would allow.
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Voice claim: Cicero: Skyrim TES
VIDEO https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wli4V8iPnBc Theme song(s):
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🐊 Koen 🐊
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Basic Information Name: Koen
Pronunciation: (Ko-in)
Gender: Male
Age: Middle aged Adult
Species: Deinosuchus, Bellydragger
Detailed Description: Appearance: Koen is a well-rounded, tubby Deinosuchus, his neck a particularly rounded and plump size. It makes it particularly hard to maneuver, but what Koen lacks in mobility, he makes up for in good looks. He's quiet the charmer, always a soft demeanor of comfort resides around the older croc, regardless of the glare he dawns regularly. Like most Bellydraggers, Koen has a layer of thick armor along his back, small little spikes riveting along his shoulders all the way to the tip of his tail.
Personality: Koen is sweet, empathetic and gentle compared to most Sharpteeth, his diet assisting in this but most of all his love for a very certain swimmer. Koen avoids getting into tussles but isn't afraid to stick up for himself and those he loves. That being said, he's feverishly afraid of being squashed by Longnecks and other tall walkers. They were like walking trees, something all too foreign to the poor Bellydragger. He's grumpy as all get out, mostly due to his weight and the process of traveling from one watering hole to the next, but he's easily sweet talked if you know how to woo a croc his size.
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Backstory/History:
Hatching was the least of Koen's worries, finding himself in a strange new world with his 9 siblings and mother t-boot was the easy part, the hard part was surviving. Being the eldest, he came first, for food, for water, and for all other activities his mother sought to nourish their lives. He was the head of their team, the alpha of their pack, until one day, Koen's belly got the better of him.
He found himself sneaking away to his secret watering hole, wriggled his way down the narrow entry and began to gobble away at the fish provided in the small space. It wasn't until the next morning when he woke to find he was too big to fit through the exit! Horror struck him, and there he waited for his family to come and rescue him. Koen was alone, and for the first time, he wanted so desperately for those yapping, obnoxious siblings of his to pop up through the water and tell him it was all a prank.
The watering hole was under a swampy hill of marsh, thick dirt battened down his exit, unable to dig his way out without taking his sweet time. He worried he'd be here forever, crying and wailing for his mum to save him. His mother never came, and Koen began to sulk. Time passed, days, weeks, months, all while Koen slipped in and out of dissociation. Time only drew more sadness from the lonely creature, his home growing smaller as the years progressed and the fish supply dwindled in his tiny pond. Only when a soft voice peeped from the entry hole did Koen realize he wasn't alone.
It wasn't like any Bellydragger he had met in this part of the world, his memories of what they looked like fleeting but still there. This stranger brought him gifts, small trinkets of shiny rocks that she'd roll down the hole for him to enjoy. Finally, the request came that she help him dig himself free, and she obliged.
Curiously, when he emerged from his prison, he was not faced with another Bellydragger- instead, he met a tall, lanky, moss covered Swimmer! Now, Koen being young when he first entered his hole, had never met whatever she was- but instantly fell in love with her. They agreed to find another watering hole together, and off the pair went, the gator and his savior.
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Voice claim: N/A TBA
Theme song(s): N/A TBA
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👁️Gallio👁️
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Basic Information Name: Gallio
Pronunciation (Optional): Gal-lee-oh
Gender: Male
Age: Older Adult
Species: Quetzalcoatlus
Detailed Description: Appearance: A whopping 15 feet tall, he stands like a scythe, his beak it's blade, his body the handle. His wings are 30ft wide, leaving a colossal shadow upon the earth whenever he takes flight. His hide is painted in reds and blacks, a grey underbelly and two orange eyes glinting in the darkness.
Personality: Snide, dark, he lurks and lingers in the woods, whispering to himself riddles and rhymes. Rarely does he speak in more than cryptic messages, only when in a bout of rage or when his mind clears. He suffers from a type of psychosis, believing he is the reincarnated god of death. He is manipulative, aggressive and sure of himself. When faced with a disadvantage, Gallio reacts with fear and cowardice.
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Backstory/History:
Legend contends Gallio's arrival to this world to be anything but natural. Unlike the care and gentle rearing a creature of any mortal being should have, Gallio was subject to the torment of voices permeating his mind. Voices that told him of his victory, of his godhood. Legend says he took pleasure in tormenting the creatures residing in the flatlands he called home, his slender bill a dagger, bloodied more often than not.
He stalked the surrounding planes like a ghost amongst the darkness, his Click clack clacking the only noise to illuminate the thick, foggy air. Gallio feared no ghost, no earthly creature, not even those who swam the deeps. He only feared hunger.
So, he stretched out his hands, and drew forth a company. By the time he came upon Ruse, he was hungry, weak and fearful. Perfectly moldable.
Thus, a bargain was struck. Ruse would scout sacrifices for him, and in turn Ruse would be gifted another day- week, month to live. Graciously, of course...
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Voice claim: Tim Curry
Theme song(s):
VIDEO https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pVzYS3Ga_j8 ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───
