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Description
Ref of my new rp boyo

I forgot to mention that the ends of his legs have feathers instead of fur.
He cant have stabby teeth so edited to give him some molars and an unsettling smile

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Name: Hawthorn
Name origin: A species of flowering shrub that shares colors with his plumage. Rhaphiolepis indica | Indian Hawthorn
Nicknames: Rust
Rank:Laborer (Farmer)

Species: Hippus
Species Combination: Bateleur Eagle x Pronghorn
Kingdom: Plains Kingdom

Age: 3 years
Sex: Roo | Male
Gender: Nonbinary
Pronouns: He/They
Sexuality: Panromantic
Plot death: Yes
Cause of death if no plots available: Missing and killed by wild animals or maybe murdered by bandits.

Purchased traits: None
Appearance:
An average Hippus from a line of farmers, Hawthorn has yet to bulk out as much as his brothers and father, but he’s been growing into a handsome young adult. His most notable feature is his elegant legs, lacking the usual eagle taloned forelegs like his siblings and parents, and then the bright red on his nape. He often has a relaxed demeanor and sturdy posture.
Size Class: Large
Weight Class: Standard

Personality:
Positive - Compassionate | Helpful | Playful
Neutral - Unhurried | Folksy | Mellow
Negative - Childish | Cowardly | Fatalistic

Backstory:
Nestling: Hawthorn was the 5th born to his humble parents, followed in a few months by a younger sister, the only girl of the family. The two huddled close and spent much of their time cared for by their mother whilst their elder siblings and father toiled beyond the bright light of the shelter doorway. Hawthorn only remembers the warmth of his mother and younger sister and his belly being filled with a myriad of tasty plants.
Fledgling: The young Hippus developed his first juvenile colors, feathered in brown plumage. He started to test his wings and attempt flying but out of the two newest additions to the family he wasn’t particularly strong enough to fly and his younger sister seemed to develop stronger flight abilities even at a young age. The pair were taught some of the very basics of herbs, and would spend most of their days either eating, sleeping, watching their older brothers labor, or listen to their mother about plants and the importance of farmers.
Sub-adult: As Hawthorn grew older he and his sister were enrolled in a local school during the day to learn the basics of reading, laboring and the importance of honing their fighting skills. While their little village was relatively untouched as of yet from the war, the fighting had grown closer in the years and his family and neighbors were wary of the fights getting too close. After school hours, the juvenile Hippus would then be employed to assist on the family farm. Though their tasks were generally simple in nature and most of it involved instructing the younglings on how to tell what plant was what, how to harvest and prepare crops, how to plant and when to plant. They’d spend sunset eating a meal together with the family, and afterwards Hawthorn would be goaded into sparring with his elder brothers. These spars never amounted to the young Hawthorn ever claiming victory, but he did learn how to run away. After escaping from his siblings who’d often try bullying him into more fights, he’d run off to the fields behind the house to practice more flying. Eventually getting the knack for basic flight just shy of his 2nd year.
Adult: After his 2nd birthday, Hawthorn was employed in full by his parents, laboring along with his brothers to farm a variety of crops. He grew rather fond of the work, despite how hard it was at times, enjoying being able to turn a miniscule seed into something that could feed and heal. His favorite plants to cultivate were flowers and Hawthorn was given permission by his mother to have a small flower garden built on his once favorite flying practice spot. Most of his days would speed by, being occupied from early dawn til sundown toiling away at his work, but nearing summer the little village was accosted by the ever encroaching remnants of battle. The war was almost won, at least in their eyes, with the dromaeus and Gryphus losing numbers and allies. The little town wasnt built for war though, and as the weeks past, many of the residents fled. Hawthorn’s family was insistent on staying to protect their land and family farm, but that decision proved deadly. On one evening a small group of fleeing Dromaeus had sacked the farm, attacking and injuring Hawthorn’s father and killing one of his brothers in pursuit of food and healing supplies. The rest were fortunate to escape into the night with his mother, but Hawthorn was haunted by the sight of his eldest brother’s last breath. He’d almost been felled himself, but his younger sister had managed to scare off the Dromaeus with fierce screeching and a flaming pitchfork. Her expert flying seemed to aid her efforts as the group of Dromaeus in turn fled the banshee of the farm.

Since then, Hawthorn and his family rebuilt the farm, but the place was never the same to him. Hawthorn wanted to seek out justice for his sibling, but he couldnt ever find the motivation or determination to leave the safety of home or what was familiar. Instead he wallowed about the village when not working on the farm, or hid away in his flower garden. The only member of his family who could get him out of his depressed state was his younger sister and with her encouragement Hawthorn came out of his shell a bit, being more adventurous at her suggestion. Really he hoped to change his life in some way, perhaps wanting to move someplace without the memories this one had and dreaming of starting his own simple flower shop, however the young hippus had to first overcome his indecision and fear of change.

Kin:
Bacopa - Father - 11 years
Vinca - Mother - 12 years

Sego - Older Brother (deceased) 8 years at time of death (9)
Loasa - Older Brother - 7 years
Nettle - Older Brother - 6 years
Sorrel - Older Brother - 5 years
Rue - Younger Sister - 3 years
Relationships:
Rue: Hawthorn’s favorite sibling, the two are close in age and from the same nest.
None. So far he doesn’t socialize much outside of his family and with those who come to the farm.

:icongrifogol:

Character Application:

Description
Ref of my new rp boyo

I forgot to mention that the ends of his legs have feathers instead of fur.
He cant have stabby teeth so edited to give him some molars and an unsettling smile

========================================================
Name: Hawthorn
Name origin: A species of flowering shrub that shares colors with his plumage. Rhaphiolepis indica | Indian Hawthorn
Nicknames: Rust
Rank:Laborer (Farmer)

Species: Hippus
Species Combination: Bateleur Eagle x Pronghorn
Kingdom: Plains Kingdom

Age: 3 years
Sex: Roo | Male
Gender: Nonbinary
Pronouns: He/They
Sexuality: Panromantic
Plot death: Yes
Cause of death if no plots available: Missing and killed by wild animals or maybe murdered by bandits.

Purchased traits: None
Appearance:
An average Hippus from a line of farmers, Hawthorn has yet to bulk out as much as his brothers and father, but he’s been growing into a handsome young adult. His most notable feature is his elegant legs, lacking the usual eagle taloned forelegs like his siblings and parents, and then the bright red on his nape. He often has a relaxed demeanor and sturdy posture.
Size Class: Large
Weight Class: Standard

Personality:
Positive - Compassionate | Helpful | Playful
Neutral - Unhurried | Folksy | Mellow
Negative - Childish | Cowardly | Fatalistic

Backstory:
Nestling: Hawthorn was the 5th born to his humble parents, followed in a few months by a younger sister, the only girl of the family. The two huddled close and spent much of their time cared for by their mother whilst their elder siblings and father toiled beyond the bright light of the shelter doorway. Hawthorn only remembers the warmth of his mother and younger sister and his belly being filled with a myriad of tasty plants.
Fledgling: The young Hippus developed his first juvenile colors, feathered in brown plumage. He started to test his wings and attempt flying but out of the two newest additions to the family he wasn’t particularly strong enough to fly and his younger sister seemed to develop stronger flight abilities even at a young age. The pair were taught some of the very basics of herbs, and would spend most of their days either eating, sleeping, watching their older brothers labor, or listen to their mother about plants and the importance of farmers.
Sub-adult: As Hawthorn grew older he and his sister were enrolled in a local school during the day to learn the basics of reading, laboring and the importance of honing their fighting skills. While their little village was relatively untouched as of yet from the war, the fighting had grown closer in the years and his family and neighbors were wary of the fights getting too close. After school hours, the juvenile Hippus would then be employed to assist on the family farm. Though their tasks were generally simple in nature and most of it involved instructing the younglings on how to tell what plant was what, how to harvest and prepare crops, how to plant and when to plant. They’d spend sunset eating a meal together with the family, and afterwards Hawthorn would be goaded into sparring with his elder brothers. These spars never amounted to the young Hawthorn ever claiming victory, but he did learn how to run away. After escaping from his siblings who’d often try bullying him into more fights, he’d run off to the fields behind the house to practice more flying. Eventually getting the knack for basic flight just shy of his 2nd year.
Adult: After his 2nd birthday, Hawthorn was employed in full by his parents, laboring along with his brothers to farm a variety of crops. He grew rather fond of the work, despite how hard it was at times, enjoying being able to turn a miniscule seed into something that could feed and heal. His favorite plants to cultivate were flowers and Hawthorn was given permission by his mother to have a small flower garden built on his once favorite flying practice spot. Most of his days would speed by, being occupied from early dawn til sundown toiling away at his work, but nearing summer the little village was accosted by the ever encroaching remnants of battle. The war was almost won, at least in their eyes, with the dromaeus and Gryphus losing numbers and allies. The little town wasnt built for war though, and as the weeks past, many of the residents fled. Hawthorn’s family was insistent on staying to protect their land and family farm, but that decision proved deadly. On one evening a small group of fleeing Dromaeus had sacked the farm, attacking and injuring Hawthorn’s father and killing one of his brothers in pursuit of food and healing supplies. The rest were fortunate to escape into the night with his mother, but Hawthorn was haunted by the sight of his eldest brother’s last breath. He’d almost been felled himself, but his younger sister had managed to scare off the Dromaeus with fierce screeching and a flaming pitchfork. Her expert flying seemed to aid her efforts as the group of Dromaeus in turn fled the banshee of the farm.

Since then, Hawthorn and his family rebuilt the farm, but the place was never the same to him. Hawthorn wanted to seek out justice for his sibling, but he couldnt ever find the motivation or determination to leave the safety of home or what was familiar. Instead he wallowed about the village when not working on the farm, or hid away in his flower garden. The only member of his family who could get him out of his depressed state was his younger sister and with her encouragement Hawthorn came out of his shell a bit, being more adventurous at her suggestion. Really he hoped to change his life in some way, perhaps wanting to move someplace without the memories this one had and dreaming of starting his own simple flower shop, however the young hippus had to first overcome his indecision and fear of change.

Kin:
Bacopa - Father - 11 years
Vinca - Mother - 12 years

Sego - Older Brother (deceased) 8 years at time of death (9)
Loasa - Older Brother - 7 years
Nettle - Older Brother - 6 years
Sorrel - Older Brother - 5 years
Rue - Younger Sister - 3 years
Relationships:
Rue: Hawthorn’s favorite sibling, the two are close in age and from the same nest.
None. So far he doesn’t socialize much outside of his family and with those who come to the farm.

:icongrifogol:

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