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Description
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NAME ⟹ Locust
NAME ORIGIN ⟹ A tropical grasshopper famous for destroying crops.
NICKNAMES ⟹ N/A.
RANK ⟹ Citizen.

SPECIES ⟹ Pseudo-Harpy
SPECIES COMBINATION ⟹ Kestrel hawk x North American river otter.
KINGDOM ⟹ Rainforest Kingdom

AGE ⟹ 7 years old.
SEX ⟹ Intersex.
GENDER ⟹ Hen.
PRONOUNS ⟹ She prefers She/her over any others, but she doesn’t mind other pronouns being used for her.
SEXUALITY ⟹ Asexual, but polyromantic.
PLOT DEATH ⟹ Yes.
CAUSE OF DEATH IF NO PLOTS AVAILABLE ⟹ Starvation, drowning, being mauled by a creature in the rainforest, maybe even falling to her death.

PURCHASED TRAITS ⟹ N/A
APPEARANCE ⟹ She is built very stout, her otter bits covering most of her body like the typical harpy. She is slick yet not exactly thin. Her typical walking style is of an inch-wormy waddle, her hind legs propelling her forwards and her front paws landing first. Only to be lifted again to let her hop forwards. Her posture is, one could say, shy. She doesn’t stand too tall but she isn’t creeping around, either. She just seems to be politely ducking around everywhere, trying not to anger anyone with her presence. She has carnivorous teeth behind her beak, belonging to an otter.

Her colors are that of a kestrel. For a good generalization, you could say that her feathers and fur are mainly ginger. Her underbelly is tan, and markings on her face/tail are a mix of either white or black. Most of her wings are blue-gray, with speckles of black running along the middles of her feathers. The tips of them, though, are black. On the sides of her feather-tips are white spots. Her beak is mostly gray. Locust's eyes are a dark green that seem to be darker than they really are due to her large pupils.

Her otter half, as formerly mentioned, is mostly ginger, but she does have black spots on her back and at her tail. One of her ‘paws’ is white. She does not have pawpads. Her hind paws are webbed.

PERSONALITY ⟹ Locust is, and has always been tactful. She hasn’t always been willing to share her knowledge, but she does have some. Her parents taught her everything they knew for when the inevitable, their deaths, would happen. That includes their herbal knowledge and whatever fighting moves they knew best. Locust is still in school, though, for she doesn’t know how to read or write properly. Even then, what she does know could be useful in a pinch. Another thing about her is her tidiness, keeping things clean and organized. While to another, her way of organization might seem over-complicated, but without her little symbols, she wouldn’t know where she left that leaf! Or, that cool-looking branch. Since her parents had lost most of their family in the war, they made sure that their child was ready for whatever would come her way. Her upbringing was always so confusing, with new things thrown her way (sometimes literally.)all the time. It has made her alert and attentive to even the slightest rustle in the grass, or whisper in the wind.

However, that also has some drawbacks. Due to being overly aware, she is also a bit skittish. Anyone could be out for her, right? That’s what her mother said. She is wary of anyone reaching for a hand-shake, or walking over for a conversation. Locust is seen as antisocial due to this, but she would love to talk to someone properly. She just can’t bring herself to do it. Convinced that a big, shadowy jaguar is out to get her, Locust is terrified of being alone for extended periods of time. While she is still very anti-social, she can’t stand being alone. She won’t talk, but she very much appreciates some company. Yes, she is very convinced that a jaguar is out to get her. It’s a recurring dream she’s had for longer than a month and it made her much more scared of the rainforest. Anywhere that is too dark she won’t linger in for long, and anywhere that she can’t get a good look at her surroundings isn’t a place she’ll be fond of either.

Due to her skittish nature, though, she is very unreliable. She might say something and not follow through when planned, or get too scared to and never even try. Like when her mother pretended to be caught in a trap, and Locust left to get something to cut her down safely. Then she didn’t come back, because what if the creatures that caught her had come back, and were now waiting for her? Oh no! No, she couldn’t go back. Yeah, she had a chat with her mom for a while after that. She’s also clumsy. While she’s alert, it’s often of the wrong things. She’ll be paying attention to some noise and not notice that she’s about to walk into a wall. She often trips over herself due to this, or wanders somewhere accidentally due to following after something she saw. She’s easily flustered. After getting distracted and walking into a wall or something, she’ll often run away and hide. Even second-hand embarrassment is enough to make her want to leave the situation. Something as simple as stuttering on a word or having a crumb on her beak can make her not want to talk anymore.

POSITIVE/NEUTRAL/NEGATIVE TRAITS ⟹
Positive -
Tactful
Tidy
Alert

Neutral -
Skittish
Scared of isolation
Paranoid

Negative -
Unreliable
Clumsy
Easily-flustered

BACKSTORY ⟹
NESTLING

Locust hatched on a rather cool night, unaware of what her life would eventually spiral into. Fur and featherless, the nestling flailed around for her mother’s comfort. She was wrapped in warm fabric[At least, the egg was.], but she was still hungry. It was a little more time of screeching until her parents returned with upset faces. It was washed away upon the sight of their surviving daughter, though, and they rushed to the warm corner of their home to greet their child. Pink, blind, and helpless, they cared for the nestling immediately.

FLEDGLING

It was some time until anything exciting in her life happened because her parents were typically taking turns caring for or hunting for their child. It was around this time when she began to develop downy fluff, then some proper feathers and fur. Not much, but she was very eager to jump around and explore this world she had only smelled a few months prior. Her eyes, while they were blue, began to change into the dark green that she has today. She remembers her parents discussing the fate of her brother, but she never stood still long enough to gather any real details. She was always off, fluttering her small wings and playing with items sprawled throughout the house.

At the age of seven months, her parents sat her down for a talk. How she would need to learn her environment inside and out, how she couldn’t always play around. Locust didn’t understand then, but nowadays she’s kind of glad that they taught her most of the things she knows now. Their method of teaching was a bit-- strange, yes, but it got the point across. They would craft scenarios with the help of their friends to help develop her flight, herbal knowledge and attentiveness. A rustle in the grass and next thing she knew she was on the ground, being ‘attacked’ by some big stranger. Well, it was more like he was growling in front of her, waving his arms. She eventually became more alert and knowledgeable with time.

Until her mother pretended to be caught in a trap when she was ten months old. They were taking a hike to learn more about plants after school, and then her mother was hoisted into the air by her left ankle. Calling out for help from her daughter, Locust began to panic. The sight made her terrified for her and her mother’s safety, so she ran back home to get something to cut her down. Her father was still at work, or so she thought. But by the time she got back, she was winded and tired. Whatever had trapped her mom probably already got her, right? Locust didn’t want to come back to see that her mother was suddenly gone. Terrified for her life, the young psuedo-harpy locked down the house and closed every window she could reach, hiding under her bed with a sharp stick. It was about an hour of hiding until there was a knock on the door. Was it her dad? Or maybe- Maybe it was a foe! She crept down the stairs and looked under the door. The feet DID seem pretty otter-like. Still, she poked him with the stick just in case. Yeah, by the sounds of it, that was her dad. Ushering him inside, Locust began to explain the situation with mild stutters and a lot of crying. Her dad simply explained back to her what was going on to calm her down. Locust felt pretty bad after that, but her dad did agree that it was kind of over-the-top for his wife to do that. Shortly after her dad helped her open up the windows again, her mother trudged inside looking pretty disappointed. She ended up just untying the rope after she started getting a headache. Talking to her daughter about how she ‘needed to have more faith in herself,’ they ended the lesson there.

SUB-ADULT

At the age of one year, in the middle of dinner, her parents were suddenly rushed out of the house by some strangers, telling Locust to lock the doors. She didn’t understand why, but Locust was obedient and did exactly that. She never saw them again. Her father bestowed a totem of a fish upon her, and that’s the last thing she has to remember him by.

Not long after, the borders were closed. They weren’t much of a problem to Locust, seeing as she didn’t have a job nor plan on leaving far past the borders of her town. The only dangers she could find were the threats of an oncoming war, but at this point what did she have to lose? If it came to it, she would fight. With her size, it wasn’t like she was going to win many battles anyway.

In her dreams, however, the stone-faced, barely-seen hen had a different side. She was constantly tormented by nightmares that always went the same way, no matter what she did. A jaguar would chase her high up a tree, she would try to fly away and get stuck between some branches. Then she would awaken in a cold sweat, the echo of a feline’s growl being the last thing she heard. She.. didn’t quite understand.

ADULT

Locust finally left school, though mostly to focus on her terrifying nightmares. It was the same thing. When she thought she had figured something new out, that jaguar would be there to counter her. It made her scramble back into her insanely skittish mannerisms from before she had begun to overcome them. She wasn’t so much as scared of everyone now, but the idea of being alone now terrified her. It was a full 180. She moved closer to civilization, making sure to take the note from her mother and her fish totem. Speaking of which, she finally managed to read said note.

It was beautiful praise left from her mother about what Locust was like when she was little, how much her parents loved her, and how proud they were of her. She burst into tears when she first read it and hasn’t touched it since. She doesn’t want her tears to stain the paper, or to accidentally rip it. That jaguar dream, however, has definitely set something off in her..
KIN ⟹

Straw, Mother. Kestrel Hawk x Spider Monkey.(Unknown status)
Ignite, Father. Harpy Eagle x North American River Otter.(Unknown status)

RELATIONSHIPS ⟹ She has no friends nor enemies. She lives at home alone and usually keeps to herself. At most, she uses a wooden carving of a fish to talk to. It’s called Snappy.

SIZE CLASS ⟹ Miniscule.
WEIGHT CLASS ⟹ Bulky.

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Description
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NAME ⟹ Locust
NAME ORIGIN ⟹ A tropical grasshopper famous for destroying crops.
NICKNAMES ⟹ N/A.
RANK ⟹ Citizen.

SPECIES ⟹ Pseudo-Harpy
SPECIES COMBINATION ⟹ Kestrel hawk x North American river otter.
KINGDOM ⟹ Rainforest Kingdom

AGE ⟹ 7 years old.
SEX ⟹ Intersex.
GENDER ⟹ Hen.
PRONOUNS ⟹ She prefers She/her over any others, but she doesn’t mind other pronouns being used for her.
SEXUALITY ⟹ Asexual, but polyromantic.
PLOT DEATH ⟹ Yes.
CAUSE OF DEATH IF NO PLOTS AVAILABLE ⟹ Starvation, drowning, being mauled by a creature in the rainforest, maybe even falling to her death.

PURCHASED TRAITS ⟹ N/A
APPEARANCE ⟹ She is built very stout, her otter bits covering most of her body like the typical harpy. She is slick yet not exactly thin. Her typical walking style is of an inch-wormy waddle, her hind legs propelling her forwards and her front paws landing first. Only to be lifted again to let her hop forwards. Her posture is, one could say, shy. She doesn’t stand too tall but she isn’t creeping around, either. She just seems to be politely ducking around everywhere, trying not to anger anyone with her presence. She has carnivorous teeth behind her beak, belonging to an otter.

Her colors are that of a kestrel. For a good generalization, you could say that her feathers and fur are mainly ginger. Her underbelly is tan, and markings on her face/tail are a mix of either white or black. Most of her wings are blue-gray, with speckles of black running along the middles of her feathers. The tips of them, though, are black. On the sides of her feather-tips are white spots. Her beak is mostly gray. Locust's eyes are a dark green that seem to be darker than they really are due to her large pupils.

Her otter half, as formerly mentioned, is mostly ginger, but she does have black spots on her back and at her tail. One of her ‘paws’ is white. She does not have pawpads. Her hind paws are webbed.

PERSONALITY ⟹ Locust is, and has always been tactful. She hasn’t always been willing to share her knowledge, but she does have some. Her parents taught her everything they knew for when the inevitable, their deaths, would happen. That includes their herbal knowledge and whatever fighting moves they knew best. Locust is still in school, though, for she doesn’t know how to read or write properly. Even then, what she does know could be useful in a pinch. Another thing about her is her tidiness, keeping things clean and organized. While to another, her way of organization might seem over-complicated, but without her little symbols, she wouldn’t know where she left that leaf! Or, that cool-looking branch. Since her parents had lost most of their family in the war, they made sure that their child was ready for whatever would come her way. Her upbringing was always so confusing, with new things thrown her way (sometimes literally.)all the time. It has made her alert and attentive to even the slightest rustle in the grass, or whisper in the wind.

However, that also has some drawbacks. Due to being overly aware, she is also a bit skittish. Anyone could be out for her, right? That’s what her mother said. She is wary of anyone reaching for a hand-shake, or walking over for a conversation. Locust is seen as antisocial due to this, but she would love to talk to someone properly. She just can’t bring herself to do it. Convinced that a big, shadowy jaguar is out to get her, Locust is terrified of being alone for extended periods of time. While she is still very anti-social, she can’t stand being alone. She won’t talk, but she very much appreciates some company. Yes, she is very convinced that a jaguar is out to get her. It’s a recurring dream she’s had for longer than a month and it made her much more scared of the rainforest. Anywhere that is too dark she won’t linger in for long, and anywhere that she can’t get a good look at her surroundings isn’t a place she’ll be fond of either.

Due to her skittish nature, though, she is very unreliable. She might say something and not follow through when planned, or get too scared to and never even try. Like when her mother pretended to be caught in a trap, and Locust left to get something to cut her down safely. Then she didn’t come back, because what if the creatures that caught her had come back, and were now waiting for her? Oh no! No, she couldn’t go back. Yeah, she had a chat with her mom for a while after that. She’s also clumsy. While she’s alert, it’s often of the wrong things. She’ll be paying attention to some noise and not notice that she’s about to walk into a wall. She often trips over herself due to this, or wanders somewhere accidentally due to following after something she saw. She’s easily flustered. After getting distracted and walking into a wall or something, she’ll often run away and hide. Even second-hand embarrassment is enough to make her want to leave the situation. Something as simple as stuttering on a word or having a crumb on her beak can make her not want to talk anymore.

POSITIVE/NEUTRAL/NEGATIVE TRAITS ⟹
Positive -
Tactful
Tidy
Alert

Neutral -
Skittish
Scared of isolation
Paranoid

Negative -
Unreliable
Clumsy
Easily-flustered

BACKSTORY ⟹
NESTLING

Locust hatched on a rather cool night, unaware of what her life would eventually spiral into. Fur and featherless, the nestling flailed around for her mother’s comfort. She was wrapped in warm fabric[At least, the egg was.], but she was still hungry. It was a little more time of screeching until her parents returned with upset faces. It was washed away upon the sight of their surviving daughter, though, and they rushed to the warm corner of their home to greet their child. Pink, blind, and helpless, they cared for the nestling immediately.

FLEDGLING

It was some time until anything exciting in her life happened because her parents were typically taking turns caring for or hunting for their child. It was around this time when she began to develop downy fluff, then some proper feathers and fur. Not much, but she was very eager to jump around and explore this world she had only smelled a few months prior. Her eyes, while they were blue, began to change into the dark green that she has today. She remembers her parents discussing the fate of her brother, but she never stood still long enough to gather any real details. She was always off, fluttering her small wings and playing with items sprawled throughout the house.

At the age of seven months, her parents sat her down for a talk. How she would need to learn her environment inside and out, how she couldn’t always play around. Locust didn’t understand then, but nowadays she’s kind of glad that they taught her most of the things she knows now. Their method of teaching was a bit-- strange, yes, but it got the point across. They would craft scenarios with the help of their friends to help develop her flight, herbal knowledge and attentiveness. A rustle in the grass and next thing she knew she was on the ground, being ‘attacked’ by some big stranger. Well, it was more like he was growling in front of her, waving his arms. She eventually became more alert and knowledgeable with time.

Until her mother pretended to be caught in a trap when she was ten months old. They were taking a hike to learn more about plants after school, and then her mother was hoisted into the air by her left ankle. Calling out for help from her daughter, Locust began to panic. The sight made her terrified for her and her mother’s safety, so she ran back home to get something to cut her down. Her father was still at work, or so she thought. But by the time she got back, she was winded and tired. Whatever had trapped her mom probably already got her, right? Locust didn’t want to come back to see that her mother was suddenly gone. Terrified for her life, the young psuedo-harpy locked down the house and closed every window she could reach, hiding under her bed with a sharp stick. It was about an hour of hiding until there was a knock on the door. Was it her dad? Or maybe- Maybe it was a foe! She crept down the stairs and looked under the door. The feet DID seem pretty otter-like. Still, she poked him with the stick just in case. Yeah, by the sounds of it, that was her dad. Ushering him inside, Locust began to explain the situation with mild stutters and a lot of crying. Her dad simply explained back to her what was going on to calm her down. Locust felt pretty bad after that, but her dad did agree that it was kind of over-the-top for his wife to do that. Shortly after her dad helped her open up the windows again, her mother trudged inside looking pretty disappointed. She ended up just untying the rope after she started getting a headache. Talking to her daughter about how she ‘needed to have more faith in herself,’ they ended the lesson there.

SUB-ADULT

At the age of one year, in the middle of dinner, her parents were suddenly rushed out of the house by some strangers, telling Locust to lock the doors. She didn’t understand why, but Locust was obedient and did exactly that. She never saw them again. Her father bestowed a totem of a fish upon her, and that’s the last thing she has to remember him by.

Not long after, the borders were closed. They weren’t much of a problem to Locust, seeing as she didn’t have a job nor plan on leaving far past the borders of her town. The only dangers she could find were the threats of an oncoming war, but at this point what did she have to lose? If it came to it, she would fight. With her size, it wasn’t like she was going to win many battles anyway.

In her dreams, however, the stone-faced, barely-seen hen had a different side. She was constantly tormented by nightmares that always went the same way, no matter what she did. A jaguar would chase her high up a tree, she would try to fly away and get stuck between some branches. Then she would awaken in a cold sweat, the echo of a feline’s growl being the last thing she heard. She.. didn’t quite understand.

ADULT

Locust finally left school, though mostly to focus on her terrifying nightmares. It was the same thing. When she thought she had figured something new out, that jaguar would be there to counter her. It made her scramble back into her insanely skittish mannerisms from before she had begun to overcome them. She wasn’t so much as scared of everyone now, but the idea of being alone now terrified her. It was a full 180. She moved closer to civilization, making sure to take the note from her mother and her fish totem. Speaking of which, she finally managed to read said note.

It was beautiful praise left from her mother about what Locust was like when she was little, how much her parents loved her, and how proud they were of her. She burst into tears when she first read it and hasn’t touched it since. She doesn’t want her tears to stain the paper, or to accidentally rip it. That jaguar dream, however, has definitely set something off in her..
KIN ⟹

Straw, Mother. Kestrel Hawk x Spider Monkey.(Unknown status)
Ignite, Father. Harpy Eagle x North American River Otter.(Unknown status)

RELATIONSHIPS ⟹ She has no friends nor enemies. She lives at home alone and usually keeps to herself. At most, she uses a wooden carving of a fish to talk to. It’s called Snappy.

SIZE CLASS ⟹ Miniscule.
WEIGHT CLASS ⟹ Bulky.

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