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Description
NAME ⟹ Licorice
NAME ORIGIN ⟹ An herb native to parts of Europe and Asia. Eating it in mass amounts can be dangerous.

NICKNAMES ⟹ ‘OH DRAGONS IT’S YOU’, Chaos spawn.

RANK ⟹ Citizen

SPECIES ⟹ Harpy

SPECIES COMBINATION ⟹ Common Blackbird x Koala

KINGDOM ⟹ Rainforest Kingdom

AGE ⟹ 4 years old.
SEX ⟹ AFAB

GENDER ⟹ Nonbinary
PRONOUNS ⟹ They/Them

SEXUALITY ⟹ Aro/Ace, too busy being awesome for a relationship afterall

PLOT DEATH ⟹ Yup

CAUSE OF DEATH IF NO PLOTS AVAILABLE ⟹ Went out with a plume of smoke in dinner gone-wrong.

PURCHASED TRAITS ⟹ Unique coloration(vitiligo)

APPEARANCE ⟹ A very stout, rounded avetherian with a short beak and long, feathered tail. Licorice has long, fluffy fur around their head and neck, most noticeably in their ears and on their cheeks. They have two thumbs and three fingers on their hands and have four toes and one thumb on their feet. They have sharp, black hooked claws that help them climb and hold onto tree bark, or the unfortunate avus’ arm or wing. Licorice’s ears are round, and their wings are relatively small. They are a clunky flier by no means, but they aren’t exactly agile. They have large, almost black, brown eyes that are almost always wide open.

Licorice’s pelt is not exactly black, being composed of mostly brownish grays and the odd spot of white and orange. On their front half, most of their body is a dark brown-gray with light speckles of an ash-gray sort of color on their underarms, belly, and inner ears. There are rings of a dusty pumpkin orange under their eyes, and a patch of it on their throat. The ash-gray returns on Licorice’s fingers and back half, though along their spine there is more of the brownish-gray which paints the upper feathers on their tail. Light gray coats their underbelly, inner hind legs, and the bottom and toes of their feet. Due to vitiligo, there are speckles of white all along their fur and in some clumps, like around their left eye and on their right hand. One of their tail feathers is completely white, too. Their beak is a similar gray to the fur on their back half.

SIZE CLASS ⟹ Miniscule.

WEIGHT CLASS ⟹ Bulky.

PERSONALITY ⟹

Licorice, does not believe in sleep. They spend their time doing productive things rather than wasting time sleeping. Why would you waste 8 hours doing nothing? There’s not enough time in the day for that! It isn’t a bad thing, since usually, they spend time by themselves and attepmpt to be productive, like getting rejected from apprenticeship positions due to their temper. Some think it’s because they wish to work, but they’re really just looking for something to do and pass time. Even then, they do still help out whenever the opportunity presents itself. Licorice, contrary to popular belief, is not called an excellent cook because avus don’t want to offend them. They are rather good at cooking and enjoy doing so, using their endless ideas of entertainment to craft new recipes. Like sweet and spicy frog legs, or salted centipedes OFF the stick. When they’re not helping people, they’re probably cooking.

Licorice, in an almost contradictory way, is both quick to bore and easily entertained. They are very quick to lose the interest of, as they’re always looking for something new and exciting! ..Talking about different kinds of tea and their uses is not new or exciting. And neither are sparring lessons. They’ll tolerate a conversation from someone who isn’t family for about ten seconds and you’ll lose them, as they wander off somewhere to go mess with a bug. They do so politely, but it can come off as very rude. As easy as they are to bore, they are also easily entertained. Learning bow-firing tactics isn’t interesting, but seeing how many different ways they can fire the bow incorrectly definitely is. They often walk away from interviews to chase after a bug flitting around, or stick out their tongue to see how dry it’ll get. This also plays into their practice with cooking. Licorice has many weird mannerisms, like constantly clicking their beak or biting their nails to where they bleed. They also speak weirdly, changing the tone of their voice to sound like a different person because it’s fun. They’ll follow their footprints in the mud and walk in a straight line just because they can, and will respond to the birds cawing in the distance in the middle of a conversation like they’re talking to them.

The pranks they pull tend to be malicious in nature. An oblivious kind of malice, but they do still pull on limbs a bit roughly and bite other avus because it’s funny to hear them complain. Licorice also likes burning food of specific avus before they give it to them because that would just absolutely ruin someone’s day. With the constant pranking, they are also extremely annoying. Clinging to you all the time, pulling you around, yelling in your ears- if they would just sit down and stop yanking your tail for a second, maybe you could get a word out, right?! They don’t think they’re annoying, which is probably the worst part about it since they’ll get heated and upset if you try to tell them that their way of affection is painful. They like being around other avus, so almost nobody is exempt from being prodded and jabbed when they’re around. As anyone who has been around them for at least a few minutes would know, Licorice is a very unnerving avetherian. The fact that they start fires because it’s fun and attack people thinking that it’s normal is.. Strange, to say the least. With everything that they do, how they walk and talk, it is extremely unsettling with how normal they look. Their glowing eyes in the dark hanging from the ceiling are not something anyone would like to see in the middle of the night. Even if Licorice is just making sure they’re not having nightmares.

POSITIVE/NEUTRAL/NEGATIVE TRAITS ⟹

Positive -

Active

Productive

Excellent cook

Neutral -

Quick to bore

Easily entertained

Eccentric

Negative -

Malicious

Annoying

Unnerving

BACKSTORY ⟹

NESTLING.

Licorice hatched alongside their clutchmates, Hare and Fortune. They only had one parent, Mouse, and only knew of her being their parent. They didn’t care, nor know that this wasn’t exactly ordinary, because they were just a blind, hairless bean of a child. It wasn’t exactly like it was that important, either, as Mouse took great care of them and their siblings. Licorice often clung to their mother’s arms and body reflexively, flailing out their arms when touched and grasping for the nearest thing to hold onto. Back when they had little, nubby hands it was cute and harmless.. Though as their fur began to grow in along with their painfully sharp and hooked claws, it quickly became something that was discouraged.

They started squirming about as they reached ever closer to being a fledgling, their fuzzy wings flapping whenever they saw something they wanted to get up to as if in an attempt to fly. They were often found hanging from the ceiling by their claws because they wanted to get up and off of the ground. They didn’t seem to like being looked down at much.

FLEDGLING.

Licorice was a very assertive fledgling. They would climb things to make themselves taller, and snapped at their siblings whenever they dared tell them to stop climbing the ceiling because it was very terrifying. They often get sent home from school for throwing rocks at other children because ‘It was just a joke!’. They didn’t appreciate how easily others got hurt and how they didn’t like being pushed around. That was how they showed affection! What was wrong with thrashing someone’s face into the mud when they were just trying to play? Mouse’s teachings other went into one ear and out the other, considering she was well aware that Licorice was just a tad bit too rough with their playing.

More and more as friend opportunity and friend opportunity turned their backs on them, Licorice turned to another way to find solace. Cooking. It started off as setting fires in the ‘backyard’ and throwing bugs into it, then ‘hafshafshafshsafafaf’ing away the heat when they bit into them. Gradually, their secret chef skills spread into making their siblings snacks without their mother knowing, taking the fires further away from the house every time.(Considering how young they were at the time, it was a wonder they knew how not to start a forest fire in the process.) After bringing their mother a suspiciously seasoned fish that had disappeared from the counter a few hours ago, their ‘secret’ was out.

They begged their mother to let them keep cooking, and not to stop them or else they’d ‘run away into the trees and never come back!’. Mouse obliged(probably not because of the threat to run away.), though did tell them not to start random fires in the forest in the middle of nowhere where it would easily get out of control. Licorice had to accept those terms(It wasn’t like they were signing a contract, they’d just make fires near the water.. duh..) and began cooking inside. Helping their mother with dinner and bringing snacks to class.

Of course, that didn’t mean they stopped pranking anyone. They were just purposefully mean to the avetherians they didn’t like.

Licorice found it more difficult to make friends as time passed, everyone in their school coming to know them as the 'extremely mean kid that sent me to the school nurse'. They did their best to be less hostile at everything, but found social interaction like a polite avetherian would to be incredibly hard. It just wasn't them. After wandering off during a weaving exercise, they found an abandoned house, probably destroyed in some sort of cyclone a long time ago. Licorice found the place to be soothing, though, and claimed that they could hear the house telling them to sit down. That was probably their imagination but whatever. Free house and no need to pay taxes because it was broken anyway! Win win!

SUB-ADULT

They often came back to the abandoned house, claiming that it was their new after school club. With only one person. Yes. This was where they began to make food, and even though the walls were rotting and bugs really liked getting into their stashed-away ingredients, they quite enjoyed the quiet place. It was different from their home, where they were usually trying to subdue their siblings into taste-testing a new recipe by putting them into headlocks. Licorice enjoyed the abandoned house. Occasionally they would fall asleep there and wake up only to rush back home to their angry, worried mother. In fact, this place had very quickly become someplace they would start skipping school to go to. Sure, they may have gone for a few minutes, but they would then get bored and fly off.

It would start to become a problem, really. Falling grades and poor attendance- or lack thereof- combined with aggression toward their fellow students wasn't a good combination for them. Not even a stern talking-to from Mouse really stopped them, it just made them a lot sneakier about it. Making food was much more interesting than listening to some old guy talk about where apples come from for twenty minutes.

They began to renovate the treehouse with help from their family, primarily Fortune after begging for his 'gee-norm-e-ous' self to hold up a plank of wood so they could tie it up to a proper place with some rope and hammers. Urged by their mother to try and take on some kind of apprenticeship so they could truly take their skills to the next level, Licorice ended up applying for the next opening they saw in town.

LEGAL ADULT

They were, quite promptly, denied. All four catering places they'd tried to work at declined them for someone more 'well mannered' and 'nice' and 'not yelling'. Total bull, actually. It wasn't fair, and so Licorice went back to just cooking for friends and family. They didn't need to make coppers when they had fish to fish up and public fruits to take from the trees, along with the fact that the treehouse they now moved into was almost entirely free. That was the benefit of living in the middle of nowhere in a house that the government thought had been broken down years ago.

It still looked like utter trash too. lit up with holes in the walls and ceilings, only waterproofed by the leaves above, and stairs made of wobbly, spinning wood instead of actual functioning steps. They found their rope 'ladder' easier to climb than stairways, mostly because they climbed upside down and had been climbing those stairs for ages. Whatever excuse they were using to not get a job and to do something with their life other than remain so secretive, they were USING IT. Licorice found the life of getting up, walking around town and gathering the cheapest yet still good-quality ingredients they could find, going home and making some kind of meal for their family much easier than sitting and listening to some strict loser all day.

Of course, they don't plan to keep this up forever and will, eventually, get a job. They just aren't too sure when, and don't seem very urgent about it.

KIN ⟹

DIRECT FAMILY

Spurflower, grandparent - Tufted puffin x Bald uakari (Alive)

Mouse, Mother - White bellbird x Siamang gibbon (Alive)

Hare, Sister - Bare-throated bellbird x Siamang gibbon (Alive)

Fortune, Brother - Song thrush x Siamang gibbon (Alive)

Chicory, Adopted brother - Superb bird of paradise x Striped skunk (Alive)

EXTENDED FAMILY

Snapper, Aunt - Red-billed gull x Squirrel monkey (Alive)

Banksia, Uncle - Japanese murrelet x Japanese macaque (Alive)

Ruby, Aunt - European robin x Common house mouse (Alive)

Alabaster, Uncle - European robin x Fallow deer (Alive)

Frond, Aunt - NZ Woodpigeon x Brushtail possum (Alive)

Fern, Aunt - Australian crested pigeon x Pacific rat (Alive)

RELATIONSHIPS ⟹

FAMILIAL

Licorice loves their family dearly, contrary to popular belief, and enjoys every second they get to spend with them. Just because they punched you in the leg doesn’t mean they hate you. They were just saying hello.

Licorice doesn’t know and isn’t aware they have another parent. They really think that Mouse is their only one and that the dragon who made them in the oven forgot to give themself and Chicory long arms like their siblings and mother.

FRIENDSHIPS

The last friend Licorice had finally left after they dropped on them from a nearby tree, almost breaking their wing. Licorice doesn’t understand why he called them a ‘Dragon-cursed bastard!’. What did they do wrong?

ENEMIES

A few classmates who took their aggression as.. Aggression. oops.

TRIVIA ⟹

I said I wasn’t gonna make another harpy(I lied 😨)

Both my mother and I have vitiligo so ig not even Licorice is safe from my self-inserting oops

Description
NAME ⟹ Licorice
NAME ORIGIN ⟹ An herb native to parts of Europe and Asia. Eating it in mass amounts can be dangerous.

NICKNAMES ⟹ ‘OH DRAGONS IT’S YOU’, Chaos spawn.

RANK ⟹ Citizen

SPECIES ⟹ Harpy

SPECIES COMBINATION ⟹ Common Blackbird x Koala

KINGDOM ⟹ Rainforest Kingdom

AGE ⟹ 4 years old.
SEX ⟹ AFAB

GENDER ⟹ Nonbinary
PRONOUNS ⟹ They/Them

SEXUALITY ⟹ Aro/Ace, too busy being awesome for a relationship afterall

PLOT DEATH ⟹ Yup

CAUSE OF DEATH IF NO PLOTS AVAILABLE ⟹ Went out with a plume of smoke in dinner gone-wrong.

PURCHASED TRAITS ⟹ Unique coloration(vitiligo)

APPEARANCE ⟹ A very stout, rounded avetherian with a short beak and long, feathered tail. Licorice has long, fluffy fur around their head and neck, most noticeably in their ears and on their cheeks. They have two thumbs and three fingers on their hands and have four toes and one thumb on their feet. They have sharp, black hooked claws that help them climb and hold onto tree bark, or the unfortunate avus’ arm or wing. Licorice’s ears are round, and their wings are relatively small. They are a clunky flier by no means, but they aren’t exactly agile. They have large, almost black, brown eyes that are almost always wide open.

Licorice’s pelt is not exactly black, being composed of mostly brownish grays and the odd spot of white and orange. On their front half, most of their body is a dark brown-gray with light speckles of an ash-gray sort of color on their underarms, belly, and inner ears. There are rings of a dusty pumpkin orange under their eyes, and a patch of it on their throat. The ash-gray returns on Licorice’s fingers and back half, though along their spine there is more of the brownish-gray which paints the upper feathers on their tail. Light gray coats their underbelly, inner hind legs, and the bottom and toes of their feet. Due to vitiligo, there are speckles of white all along their fur and in some clumps, like around their left eye and on their right hand. One of their tail feathers is completely white, too. Their beak is a similar gray to the fur on their back half.

SIZE CLASS ⟹ Miniscule.

WEIGHT CLASS ⟹ Bulky.

PERSONALITY ⟹

Licorice, does not believe in sleep. They spend their time doing productive things rather than wasting time sleeping. Why would you waste 8 hours doing nothing? There’s not enough time in the day for that! It isn’t a bad thing, since usually, they spend time by themselves and attepmpt to be productive, like getting rejected from apprenticeship positions due to their temper. Some think it’s because they wish to work, but they’re really just looking for something to do and pass time. Even then, they do still help out whenever the opportunity presents itself. Licorice, contrary to popular belief, is not called an excellent cook because avus don’t want to offend them. They are rather good at cooking and enjoy doing so, using their endless ideas of entertainment to craft new recipes. Like sweet and spicy frog legs, or salted centipedes OFF the stick. When they’re not helping people, they’re probably cooking.

Licorice, in an almost contradictory way, is both quick to bore and easily entertained. They are very quick to lose the interest of, as they’re always looking for something new and exciting! ..Talking about different kinds of tea and their uses is not new or exciting. And neither are sparring lessons. They’ll tolerate a conversation from someone who isn’t family for about ten seconds and you’ll lose them, as they wander off somewhere to go mess with a bug. They do so politely, but it can come off as very rude. As easy as they are to bore, they are also easily entertained. Learning bow-firing tactics isn’t interesting, but seeing how many different ways they can fire the bow incorrectly definitely is. They often walk away from interviews to chase after a bug flitting around, or stick out their tongue to see how dry it’ll get. This also plays into their practice with cooking. Licorice has many weird mannerisms, like constantly clicking their beak or biting their nails to where they bleed. They also speak weirdly, changing the tone of their voice to sound like a different person because it’s fun. They’ll follow their footprints in the mud and walk in a straight line just because they can, and will respond to the birds cawing in the distance in the middle of a conversation like they’re talking to them.

The pranks they pull tend to be malicious in nature. An oblivious kind of malice, but they do still pull on limbs a bit roughly and bite other avus because it’s funny to hear them complain. Licorice also likes burning food of specific avus before they give it to them because that would just absolutely ruin someone’s day. With the constant pranking, they are also extremely annoying. Clinging to you all the time, pulling you around, yelling in your ears- if they would just sit down and stop yanking your tail for a second, maybe you could get a word out, right?! They don’t think they’re annoying, which is probably the worst part about it since they’ll get heated and upset if you try to tell them that their way of affection is painful. They like being around other avus, so almost nobody is exempt from being prodded and jabbed when they’re around. As anyone who has been around them for at least a few minutes would know, Licorice is a very unnerving avetherian. The fact that they start fires because it’s fun and attack people thinking that it’s normal is.. Strange, to say the least. With everything that they do, how they walk and talk, it is extremely unsettling with how normal they look. Their glowing eyes in the dark hanging from the ceiling are not something anyone would like to see in the middle of the night. Even if Licorice is just making sure they’re not having nightmares.

POSITIVE/NEUTRAL/NEGATIVE TRAITS ⟹

Positive -

Active

Productive

Excellent cook

Neutral -

Quick to bore

Easily entertained

Eccentric

Negative -

Malicious

Annoying

Unnerving

BACKSTORY ⟹

NESTLING.

Licorice hatched alongside their clutchmates, Hare and Fortune. They only had one parent, Mouse, and only knew of her being their parent. They didn’t care, nor know that this wasn’t exactly ordinary, because they were just a blind, hairless bean of a child. It wasn’t exactly like it was that important, either, as Mouse took great care of them and their siblings. Licorice often clung to their mother’s arms and body reflexively, flailing out their arms when touched and grasping for the nearest thing to hold onto. Back when they had little, nubby hands it was cute and harmless.. Though as their fur began to grow in along with their painfully sharp and hooked claws, it quickly became something that was discouraged.

They started squirming about as they reached ever closer to being a fledgling, their fuzzy wings flapping whenever they saw something they wanted to get up to as if in an attempt to fly. They were often found hanging from the ceiling by their claws because they wanted to get up and off of the ground. They didn’t seem to like being looked down at much.

FLEDGLING.

Licorice was a very assertive fledgling. They would climb things to make themselves taller, and snapped at their siblings whenever they dared tell them to stop climbing the ceiling because it was very terrifying. They often get sent home from school for throwing rocks at other children because ‘It was just a joke!’. They didn’t appreciate how easily others got hurt and how they didn’t like being pushed around. That was how they showed affection! What was wrong with thrashing someone’s face into the mud when they were just trying to play? Mouse’s teachings other went into one ear and out the other, considering she was well aware that Licorice was just a tad bit too rough with their playing.

More and more as friend opportunity and friend opportunity turned their backs on them, Licorice turned to another way to find solace. Cooking. It started off as setting fires in the ‘backyard’ and throwing bugs into it, then ‘hafshafshafshsafafaf’ing away the heat when they bit into them. Gradually, their secret chef skills spread into making their siblings snacks without their mother knowing, taking the fires further away from the house every time.(Considering how young they were at the time, it was a wonder they knew how not to start a forest fire in the process.) After bringing their mother a suspiciously seasoned fish that had disappeared from the counter a few hours ago, their ‘secret’ was out.

They begged their mother to let them keep cooking, and not to stop them or else they’d ‘run away into the trees and never come back!’. Mouse obliged(probably not because of the threat to run away.), though did tell them not to start random fires in the forest in the middle of nowhere where it would easily get out of control. Licorice had to accept those terms(It wasn’t like they were signing a contract, they’d just make fires near the water.. duh..) and began cooking inside. Helping their mother with dinner and bringing snacks to class.

Of course, that didn’t mean they stopped pranking anyone. They were just purposefully mean to the avetherians they didn’t like.

Licorice found it more difficult to make friends as time passed, everyone in their school coming to know them as the 'extremely mean kid that sent me to the school nurse'. They did their best to be less hostile at everything, but found social interaction like a polite avetherian would to be incredibly hard. It just wasn't them. After wandering off during a weaving exercise, they found an abandoned house, probably destroyed in some sort of cyclone a long time ago. Licorice found the place to be soothing, though, and claimed that they could hear the house telling them to sit down. That was probably their imagination but whatever. Free house and no need to pay taxes because it was broken anyway! Win win!

SUB-ADULT

They often came back to the abandoned house, claiming that it was their new after school club. With only one person. Yes. This was where they began to make food, and even though the walls were rotting and bugs really liked getting into their stashed-away ingredients, they quite enjoyed the quiet place. It was different from their home, where they were usually trying to subdue their siblings into taste-testing a new recipe by putting them into headlocks. Licorice enjoyed the abandoned house. Occasionally they would fall asleep there and wake up only to rush back home to their angry, worried mother. In fact, this place had very quickly become someplace they would start skipping school to go to. Sure, they may have gone for a few minutes, but they would then get bored and fly off.

It would start to become a problem, really. Falling grades and poor attendance- or lack thereof- combined with aggression toward their fellow students wasn't a good combination for them. Not even a stern talking-to from Mouse really stopped them, it just made them a lot sneakier about it. Making food was much more interesting than listening to some old guy talk about where apples come from for twenty minutes.

They began to renovate the treehouse with help from their family, primarily Fortune after begging for his 'gee-norm-e-ous' self to hold up a plank of wood so they could tie it up to a proper place with some rope and hammers. Urged by their mother to try and take on some kind of apprenticeship so they could truly take their skills to the next level, Licorice ended up applying for the next opening they saw in town.

LEGAL ADULT

They were, quite promptly, denied. All four catering places they'd tried to work at declined them for someone more 'well mannered' and 'nice' and 'not yelling'. Total bull, actually. It wasn't fair, and so Licorice went back to just cooking for friends and family. They didn't need to make coppers when they had fish to fish up and public fruits to take from the trees, along with the fact that the treehouse they now moved into was almost entirely free. That was the benefit of living in the middle of nowhere in a house that the government thought had been broken down years ago.

It still looked like utter trash too. lit up with holes in the walls and ceilings, only waterproofed by the leaves above, and stairs made of wobbly, spinning wood instead of actual functioning steps. They found their rope 'ladder' easier to climb than stairways, mostly because they climbed upside down and had been climbing those stairs for ages. Whatever excuse they were using to not get a job and to do something with their life other than remain so secretive, they were USING IT. Licorice found the life of getting up, walking around town and gathering the cheapest yet still good-quality ingredients they could find, going home and making some kind of meal for their family much easier than sitting and listening to some strict loser all day.

Of course, they don't plan to keep this up forever and will, eventually, get a job. They just aren't too sure when, and don't seem very urgent about it.

KIN ⟹

DIRECT FAMILY

Spurflower, grandparent - Tufted puffin x Bald uakari (Alive)

Mouse, Mother - White bellbird x Siamang gibbon (Alive)

Hare, Sister - Bare-throated bellbird x Siamang gibbon (Alive)

Fortune, Brother - Song thrush x Siamang gibbon (Alive)

Chicory, Adopted brother - Superb bird of paradise x Striped skunk (Alive)

EXTENDED FAMILY

Snapper, Aunt - Red-billed gull x Squirrel monkey (Alive)

Banksia, Uncle - Japanese murrelet x Japanese macaque (Alive)

Ruby, Aunt - European robin x Common house mouse (Alive)

Alabaster, Uncle - European robin x Fallow deer (Alive)

Frond, Aunt - NZ Woodpigeon x Brushtail possum (Alive)

Fern, Aunt - Australian crested pigeon x Pacific rat (Alive)

RELATIONSHIPS ⟹

FAMILIAL

Licorice loves their family dearly, contrary to popular belief, and enjoys every second they get to spend with them. Just because they punched you in the leg doesn’t mean they hate you. They were just saying hello.

Licorice doesn’t know and isn’t aware they have another parent. They really think that Mouse is their only one and that the dragon who made them in the oven forgot to give themself and Chicory long arms like their siblings and mother.

FRIENDSHIPS

The last friend Licorice had finally left after they dropped on them from a nearby tree, almost breaking their wing. Licorice doesn’t understand why he called them a ‘Dragon-cursed bastard!’. What did they do wrong?

ENEMIES

A few classmates who took their aggression as.. Aggression. oops.

TRIVIA ⟹

I said I wasn’t gonna make another harpy(I lied 😨)

Both my mother and I have vitiligo so ig not even Licorice is safe from my self-inserting oops