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Heh bigass head beetch

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NAME ⟹ Radicans
NAME ORIGIN ⟹ An allergenic Asian and Eastern North American flowering plant in the genus Toxicodendron known as poison ivy.
NICKNAMES ⟹ Radi, Asshole
RANK ⟹ Laborer, Rancher

SPECIES ⟹ Gryphus
SPECIES COMBINATION ⟹ Razorbill Auk x Cuban Solenodon
KINGDOM ⟹ Northern

AGE ⟹ 8 years.
SEX ⟹ AMAB
GENDER ⟹ Roo
PRONOUNS ⟹ He/Him
SEXUALITY ⟹ Pansexual.
PLOT DEATH ⟹ Absolutely!
CAUSE OF DEATH IF NO PLOTS AVAILABLE ⟹ Gets squished by one of his many, much larger animals / is bitten by his brother on accident, and succumbs to the venom.
PURCHASED TRAITS ⟹ none
APPEARANCE ⟹ Radicans is a plump and stout little avetherian with a rectangular head and round body. His beak thins as it reaches the tip, like a triangle, and has a sharp hook at the top. On the bottom of his beak is a u-shaped dip where the hook rests when his mouth is closed. His front feet are that of a Razorbill’s, being webbed with sharp claws. His hind feet, like a Selenodon’s, are fitted with claws perfect for digging and are mostly furless. His wings, clearly more angled for diving, make him a cumbersome flier but an excellent swimmer and fisher. He has small, black eyes which see decently considering he acts like they don’t in order to avoid conversations. Radi dons small, furless ears and a feathered tail. His bottom fangs are the largest teeth in his mouth, which both have little grooves towards the insides of them where venom is pushed through when he bites.

His body is mostly black, save for the white on his underbelly and the two stripes on his face. His beak is dark gray, and his skin is a dark pink.
SIZE CLASS ⟹ Miniscule
WEIGHT CLASS ⟹ Bulky
PERSONALITY ⟹ Radicans is described by many as a ‘brutally honest asshole’, with too much money to know how to deal with. It’s true, and even he can agree. Doesn’t mean he’ll say it out loud, though.

As previously mentioned, Radicans doesn’t say what he says with any bias toward or against anyone. He says what he knows, even if it’s against his opinion. The roo doesn’t like being dishonest, nor does he like picking sides. He is also very good at paying attention even if his eyes don’t look like they see much. With little ears, it wouldn’t be expected for him to hear much, but his hearing is quite good as well. Perhaps he’s naturally nosy, but he likes paying attention to everything going on around him. Maybe it’s just a habit from being at war that stuck. Considering his size, one would expect him to be very.. Shy. He is rather the opposite, being the first to stick his beak into danger and the first to challenge someone. He isn’t dumb, but he’s not a coward either. Radicans tends to stand up for himself almost a bit too much, really.

While some might expect him to be very outspoken and loud from his description, Radi is usually the opposite, unless provoked. One might ask him for his opinion on something and get a huff in return, or tell him some good news and get a tired blink. He doesn’t like talking, as there’s much more to learn from listening. Radicans, contrary to popular belief, is a dirty capitalist- a very well-off avus. He often throws copper at his problems, including the poor who hurt him on the inside to see. Out of empathy, or because he hates poor people? Dunno, you won’t get a response out of him. With all of his coppers, however, he doesn’t typically use them for evil deeds or even good ones. He just hordes it and acts like he’s the coolest thing on the block. Radicans often sounds, looks, and is very tired. He’s normally most active(if you could call it that) at dusk, but even that would be a stretch. He isn’t constantly asleep and only sleeps when he literally can’t do anything else, but Radi is never hyper or even excited to do anything. He just shows excitement in his own little way.

Radicans can tend to get VERY heated when it comes to things he’s passionate about. Saying that his idea is anything less than okay, or managing to insinuate that he’s lazy will set him off on a tirade of ‘I’ll show you tired!’s or ‘How about you say that to my face?’s. He also doesn’t like meeting new avus, especially those who are bigger than him.(Which is almost everyone at this point) Radi is an instigator by no means, but he won’t stop arguing with someone until they give up or he’s forced to shut his beak. And, luckily for everyone, he thinks everything going against what he says is an attempted argument, which he will gladly carry on. Maybe he’s got really low self-esteem.. Radi is actually quite threatening. Venomous, blindly charging into battle and biting without caring who it landed on. While he is tiny, he has killed many, which almost makes his size terrifying. You just don’t know where he is at all times, especially in the dark..

POSITIVE/NEUTRAL/NEGATIVE TRAITS ⟹
Positive -
Impartial
Attentive
Brave

Neutral -
Quiet
Spoiled
Exhausted

Negative -
Standoffish
Argumentative
Threatening

BACKSTORY ⟹

NESTLING.

Radicans and his brother, Archipelago, were adopted into a very split family as a sort of means to bind everyone together. They were orphaned due to their biological parents passing in the war, and they were passed on to their parent’s closest friends. They lived on a ranch deep within the Nothern kingdom so as not to be caught in the crossfire while the war raged around them. The nestlings seemed to calm everything down, but they’d really only directed the anger at them.

Archipelago, being a natural troublemaker was often punished for trivial things like screaming or making a tripping hazard on accident. Radi didn’t like seeing his brother punished for things he thought were fine, and made such known by biting his father without any venom, considering he wasn’t even aware of it yet. Some of his toxic saliva still slipped into the bite though, and it terrified his parents. They were aware of his venom and were praying to the dragons above that it would be fine. They turned their torment onto Radicans, leaving his brother alone and treating Archipelago like their golden child. They often scowled at Radi for scooting around too loudly or requesting warmth. Eventually, his father recovered, only having dealt with constant shivers and fevers.

Something Radicans regrets to this day, really.

FLEDGELING.

Radicans’ life had been rough as he aged. His parents began to visibly fear the irritable avus more and didn’t often interact with him. They preferred his brother who, while equally venomous, never seemed like he would bite them. Radi had to deal with being told off by his parents for things he didn’t do and found himself alone more often than not. He spent more time with the animals on their ranch, befriending their sheep and pigs, and usually fell asleep in their pens. He and his brother were sent to school a tad later than was expected, as their parents needed extra hands on the ranch considering how knee-deep they were in overdue taxes. Rattlesnake was narrowly drafted into war as payment, but Corvus managed to scrape up money they were planning on using for their children's apprenticeships to pay them instead.

Radi didn’t like being at school. He hated it, really. His brother was much better at answering questions than he was, and he was too tired to pay attention properly most of the time. He liked being on the ranch with the animals more than in his house or out with other avus, but he did what he had to. He barely got to spend any time with his brother as he’d taken on an apprenticeship once they reached almost a year old, he was just that good. Radi couldn’t help but fade into the background when his brother had achieved so many great things. It grew a deep wave of anger within him.

SUB-ADULT.

Radican showed promising results in the fighting criteria, which made him proud. He felt as though he was finally being useful. This was what his family wanted, right? For him to achieve greatness? The army recruiters weren’t all that impressed by his barely small size when they’d heard rumors of a great venomous avus, but they found use in that deadly venom he carried in his maw. He killed mice as a sort of pest control for a side job, which grew his opinions with the farmers and fellow ranchers. That’s how they ended up finding him anyway. Radi immediately accepted their offer of joining the army at the promise of coppers and glory, though they told him off promptly. He was too young.

Too young? He.. No. He refused to accept that he was denied because of his young age. Repeatedly, he demonstrated his skills to the recruiters as they slunk around town looking for avus to send off into battle. Radi eventually met the right avus when he was just over a year and a half old, who was only a tad suspicious. She placed him on a list so that he may be enrolled immediately as an adult, then told him to scram before she lost her job.

Yeah.. he was fine with that. A list? They definitely weren’t going to forget him now! Problem was, now he had to figure out what he was going to do for five months.

Then his brother returned, mentioning how many rats there were on the ranch. Rats.. Rats! They were excellent at killing rats, why not spend their time honing their skills to kill harpies by killing small animals with hands? It was genius! And it would earn them quite some coppers. So they made their own pest control business, ‘R n’ A’s rat and vermin removal’, and began the task of door-to-door selling. Radicans still has nightmares of repeating ‘Got any rats?’ in his squeaky teenage voice. Ick.

They made themselves quite a profit, specializing in poisoning rats by spitting in rat bait and letting the homeowner find multiple dead animals in their house, intended or not. They often just hunted down mice on farmer’s fields, though. They were about the same size, which startled avus when they saw what looked like mice suddenly turning into murderers. It was a great way to earn a reputation and coppers, and Archipelago found it a very fun activity. Radicans took it a bit too seriously, though. Especially as he and his brother reached two years old..

LEGAL ADULT.

He was placed somewhere in a squadron of roughly five other avus who were only slightly less equipped to fight harpies, in his opinion. They were planning on raiding someplace near the rainforest, a town of which he didn’t exactly remember the name of. Considering his small size, the sergeant almost laughed him out of the room. Someone recognized him from his brother, who was much calmer and more sensible. Supposedly, they had the roo wipe out a colony of rats in their attic. Now, this sergeant could totally get behind using biological warfare on those damned hippus and harpies. He reluctantly let him join the raid. It inflated his ego tenfold, and when they first fought against them it only inflated more.

His squadron was an ambush group, consisting of smaller gryphus and a few smaller dromaeus. As small as they could get and still be useful, at least. They had snuck around to their designated area where they then attacked a camp of soldiers, who were asleep.

Radicans had climbed up a tree which he was surprisingly good at and pounced on a harpy trying to fly away. He brought them both to the ground and delivered two bites; one on their wrist and the other on their wing. He then scrambled away along with the rest of his squadron into hiding. They were only there to mess up their resources and push them back, but Radican had some other plans. The harpy quickly succumbed to his venom, having been bitten on their arteries and unable to clot their blood, dying. He wasn’t told off, as it was good to deplete enemy forces, but was strongly warned against going off-plan in the future. He didn’t listen.

Archipelago joined him on his next excursion, where they were tasked to trash an enemy camp that was preventing further expansions. Where? Radicans didn’t know and didn’t care. He was out for blood. So as they made their way, Archipelago let some information about their parents slip. Apparently, they were getting very upset with Archipelago’s lack of fighting skills. Radicans didn’t respond, but he was already plotting something horrible against them. The gryphus and dromaeus landed at their destination, where they very quickly started absolutely destroying everything there. Breaking tents, looting food, taking any armor they could get their talons on. It seemed the inhabitants weren’t home, so Radicans had no regrets taking a fabric tunic far too big for him to fit into. He still has it, as a trophy.

However, as days passed and he raised in the rankings as a soldier, he met an enemy so terrifying he still gets chills thinking about what could have happened.

Marrow.

He didn’t realize that he was attacking medical personnel, and quickly stopped once he noticed, but didn’t think much of it considering Marrow should have died soon anyway right? Wrong. He watched from the sidelines, circling the harpy nervously as he seemed to simply get back up. He was.. Perfectly fine? He wasn’t trembling or even bleeding as much as he should have been. How? That pause to ponder let him get tackled by a hippus, which was more like him getting kicked around like a soccer ball until he latched onto their ankle. When he let go, Marrow was gone. He was convinced that he was a ghost for a while. He still thinks he might be.

That was the last time he fought with that group. He wasn’t messing with no ghosts, absolutely not. Problem was, he ended up fighting alongside his parents. Great. He didn’t listen to them, even if they were a higher rank compared to him, which was a good idea on his part.

The day Radicans’ father died was quite the emotional roller coaster. Not because he was sad, but because he was upset he didn’t get to do it first.

They were stationed in a camp out on the plains, as a sort of last resort to claim any land they could get. The dromaeus had pulled out of the war, and gryphus lines were falling. It wasn’t a matter of if, but when. Radicans didn’t want to confront a reality where his kingdom had lost, so he was holding his ground. As well as a small roo like him could, anyway. It was a cold night. Radicans couldn’t sleep. There was the constant feeling of being watched, but how? They were out on open land. He stepped out of his tent and caught sight of what looked like an ambush. Were those wingtips, or grass?

They were wingtips. He let out a loud, very unintelligible sound to wake everyone in the camp up and charged blindly into battle in the middle of the night, using his black feathers and fur to hide in the darkness. The clopping of hooves confused mumbling, and a yelp was all he needed to know that it was time to fight back. He was tiny, and these avus were just a stomp away from ending him right then and there. But he managed to scramble up onto the leg of a rather tall one and cling onto their wing without being noticed. They trashed the camp as gryphus were just beginning to awaken, almost surprised that having nobody watching camp at night meant that they would be attacked.

Radicans, on the back of the hippus, clinging to her fabric armor, watched as she chased down his father who was trying to scramble out of sight. His wings were tangled in some rope and, seeing how Radicans was hidden in the darkness, trying to flee. He watched intently as Corvus took a tumble, the younger gryphus leaning over the hippus’ shoulder. They must’ve mistook him for a harpy, as they didn’t seem to mind him in the slightest. Their hooves came down on Corvus’ skull, killing him in a single blow. He didn’t wince or frown, but did take off into the sky before the hippus realized that he was a gryphus. Alongside some of his allies, they flew off and into the night, defeated.

SOCIALIZED ADULT

The war was over. For now. Radicans resented peace, thinking that the avus who killed those in enemy kingdoms had no right to suddenly be allowed in them. He couldn’t help but flinch whenever he was approached by a Harpy or Hippus, and didn’t attend any events that involved being near them. His brother called him gross for it, but Radicans already knew that. They returned home to their sickly mother, who only seemed happy to find that Archipelago had survived. She’d manned the ranch while the siblings were gone, as it was an essential job. Or something. Radicans wasn’t really paying attention, because he very quickly went to go check on his favorite hog.

The next few months blew past faster than Radicans could really understand. Spotted murrain, fires, peace treaty was called off- ah, he was really just spending time secluded on his ranch. He was calm, for once. He could really get behind just bein’ alone with his cows and hogs. When they weren’t trying to eat him, anyway.

War was declared again, of course, but Radicans and Archipelago evaded the draft by showing off their very amazing livestock, and claiming that they were essential. As for what they’re going to do now?

Radicans has no clue.

KIN ⟹

Rattlesnake, Mother - Whiskered Auklet x Groundhog. (Deceased.)
Corvus, Father - Little Auk x Jackal. (Deceased.)

Archipelago, Brother - Great Black-Backed Gull x Cuban Solenodon. (Alive.)

RELATIONSHIPS ⟹

FAMILIAL

Rattlesnake. He quickly grew to hate her nagging, squeaky voice as he aged. She never had anything good to say about him, only complaints. He’s glad she’s dead.

Corvus. Radi would have killed him with his own claws if that hippus didn’t beat him to it. He already disliked him, dissing Archipelago was the final straw.

Archipelago. He finds his brother annoying at times of course, but he’d do anything to see him succeed in life. He does think he’s a bit dumb, though..

FRIENDSHIPS

Splash. He’s aware of her ability to be rather sneaky and thinks that it’s a useful trait for them both. He gives her delicacies such as baked goose and in turn, he receives the scoop on which farms are dealing with a mouse infestation. They’re business partners, of a sort.

ENEMIES

Many hippus and harpies he’s subjected to endless tremors and eventual death by the might of his jaws..

Marrow. Considering Radicans isn’t even immune to his own venom, he’s rather afraid of this avus. He also thinks he might be a ghost considering that weird-looking frame and sudden disappearance. Doesn’t mean he won't try to punch his face in when he gets a chance to, though.

TRIVIA ⟹
Radi’s venom can cause breathing difficulties, paralysis, convulsions, depression, and can lead to death in smaller avus. Which is why I'll never roleplay him biting anyone small lmao

His original name was Truffles but I thought Radicans sounded cool as fuck ngl

He genuinely thinks Marrow is a ghost and wants nothing to do with him or his ‘freaky ghost family’

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Bigass head

Description
Heh bigass head beetch

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NAME ⟹ Radicans
NAME ORIGIN ⟹ An allergenic Asian and Eastern North American flowering plant in the genus Toxicodendron known as poison ivy.
NICKNAMES ⟹ Radi, Asshole
RANK ⟹ Laborer, Rancher

SPECIES ⟹ Gryphus
SPECIES COMBINATION ⟹ Razorbill Auk x Cuban Solenodon
KINGDOM ⟹ Northern

AGE ⟹ 8 years.
SEX ⟹ AMAB
GENDER ⟹ Roo
PRONOUNS ⟹ He/Him
SEXUALITY ⟹ Pansexual.
PLOT DEATH ⟹ Absolutely!
CAUSE OF DEATH IF NO PLOTS AVAILABLE ⟹ Gets squished by one of his many, much larger animals / is bitten by his brother on accident, and succumbs to the venom.
PURCHASED TRAITS ⟹ none
APPEARANCE ⟹ Radicans is a plump and stout little avetherian with a rectangular head and round body. His beak thins as it reaches the tip, like a triangle, and has a sharp hook at the top. On the bottom of his beak is a u-shaped dip where the hook rests when his mouth is closed. His front feet are that of a Razorbill’s, being webbed with sharp claws. His hind feet, like a Selenodon’s, are fitted with claws perfect for digging and are mostly furless. His wings, clearly more angled for diving, make him a cumbersome flier but an excellent swimmer and fisher. He has small, black eyes which see decently considering he acts like they don’t in order to avoid conversations. Radi dons small, furless ears and a feathered tail. His bottom fangs are the largest teeth in his mouth, which both have little grooves towards the insides of them where venom is pushed through when he bites.

His body is mostly black, save for the white on his underbelly and the two stripes on his face. His beak is dark gray, and his skin is a dark pink.
SIZE CLASS ⟹ Miniscule
WEIGHT CLASS ⟹ Bulky
PERSONALITY ⟹ Radicans is described by many as a ‘brutally honest asshole’, with too much money to know how to deal with. It’s true, and even he can agree. Doesn’t mean he’ll say it out loud, though.

As previously mentioned, Radicans doesn’t say what he says with any bias toward or against anyone. He says what he knows, even if it’s against his opinion. The roo doesn’t like being dishonest, nor does he like picking sides. He is also very good at paying attention even if his eyes don’t look like they see much. With little ears, it wouldn’t be expected for him to hear much, but his hearing is quite good as well. Perhaps he’s naturally nosy, but he likes paying attention to everything going on around him. Maybe it’s just a habit from being at war that stuck. Considering his size, one would expect him to be very.. Shy. He is rather the opposite, being the first to stick his beak into danger and the first to challenge someone. He isn’t dumb, but he’s not a coward either. Radicans tends to stand up for himself almost a bit too much, really.

While some might expect him to be very outspoken and loud from his description, Radi is usually the opposite, unless provoked. One might ask him for his opinion on something and get a huff in return, or tell him some good news and get a tired blink. He doesn’t like talking, as there’s much more to learn from listening. Radicans, contrary to popular belief, is a dirty capitalist- a very well-off avus. He often throws copper at his problems, including the poor who hurt him on the inside to see. Out of empathy, or because he hates poor people? Dunno, you won’t get a response out of him. With all of his coppers, however, he doesn’t typically use them for evil deeds or even good ones. He just hordes it and acts like he’s the coolest thing on the block. Radicans often sounds, looks, and is very tired. He’s normally most active(if you could call it that) at dusk, but even that would be a stretch. He isn’t constantly asleep and only sleeps when he literally can’t do anything else, but Radi is never hyper or even excited to do anything. He just shows excitement in his own little way.

Radicans can tend to get VERY heated when it comes to things he’s passionate about. Saying that his idea is anything less than okay, or managing to insinuate that he’s lazy will set him off on a tirade of ‘I’ll show you tired!’s or ‘How about you say that to my face?’s. He also doesn’t like meeting new avus, especially those who are bigger than him.(Which is almost everyone at this point) Radi is an instigator by no means, but he won’t stop arguing with someone until they give up or he’s forced to shut his beak. And, luckily for everyone, he thinks everything going against what he says is an attempted argument, which he will gladly carry on. Maybe he’s got really low self-esteem.. Radi is actually quite threatening. Venomous, blindly charging into battle and biting without caring who it landed on. While he is tiny, he has killed many, which almost makes his size terrifying. You just don’t know where he is at all times, especially in the dark..

POSITIVE/NEUTRAL/NEGATIVE TRAITS ⟹
Positive -
Impartial
Attentive
Brave

Neutral -
Quiet
Spoiled
Exhausted

Negative -
Standoffish
Argumentative
Threatening

BACKSTORY ⟹

NESTLING.

Radicans and his brother, Archipelago, were adopted into a very split family as a sort of means to bind everyone together. They were orphaned due to their biological parents passing in the war, and they were passed on to their parent’s closest friends. They lived on a ranch deep within the Nothern kingdom so as not to be caught in the crossfire while the war raged around them. The nestlings seemed to calm everything down, but they’d really only directed the anger at them.

Archipelago, being a natural troublemaker was often punished for trivial things like screaming or making a tripping hazard on accident. Radi didn’t like seeing his brother punished for things he thought were fine, and made such known by biting his father without any venom, considering he wasn’t even aware of it yet. Some of his toxic saliva still slipped into the bite though, and it terrified his parents. They were aware of his venom and were praying to the dragons above that it would be fine. They turned their torment onto Radicans, leaving his brother alone and treating Archipelago like their golden child. They often scowled at Radi for scooting around too loudly or requesting warmth. Eventually, his father recovered, only having dealt with constant shivers and fevers.

Something Radicans regrets to this day, really.

FLEDGELING.

Radicans’ life had been rough as he aged. His parents began to visibly fear the irritable avus more and didn’t often interact with him. They preferred his brother who, while equally venomous, never seemed like he would bite them. Radi had to deal with being told off by his parents for things he didn’t do and found himself alone more often than not. He spent more time with the animals on their ranch, befriending their sheep and pigs, and usually fell asleep in their pens. He and his brother were sent to school a tad later than was expected, as their parents needed extra hands on the ranch considering how knee-deep they were in overdue taxes. Rattlesnake was narrowly drafted into war as payment, but Corvus managed to scrape up money they were planning on using for their children's apprenticeships to pay them instead.

Radi didn’t like being at school. He hated it, really. His brother was much better at answering questions than he was, and he was too tired to pay attention properly most of the time. He liked being on the ranch with the animals more than in his house or out with other avus, but he did what he had to. He barely got to spend any time with his brother as he’d taken on an apprenticeship once they reached almost a year old, he was just that good. Radi couldn’t help but fade into the background when his brother had achieved so many great things. It grew a deep wave of anger within him.

SUB-ADULT.

Radican showed promising results in the fighting criteria, which made him proud. He felt as though he was finally being useful. This was what his family wanted, right? For him to achieve greatness? The army recruiters weren’t all that impressed by his barely small size when they’d heard rumors of a great venomous avus, but they found use in that deadly venom he carried in his maw. He killed mice as a sort of pest control for a side job, which grew his opinions with the farmers and fellow ranchers. That’s how they ended up finding him anyway. Radi immediately accepted their offer of joining the army at the promise of coppers and glory, though they told him off promptly. He was too young.

Too young? He.. No. He refused to accept that he was denied because of his young age. Repeatedly, he demonstrated his skills to the recruiters as they slunk around town looking for avus to send off into battle. Radi eventually met the right avus when he was just over a year and a half old, who was only a tad suspicious. She placed him on a list so that he may be enrolled immediately as an adult, then told him to scram before she lost her job.

Yeah.. he was fine with that. A list? They definitely weren’t going to forget him now! Problem was, now he had to figure out what he was going to do for five months.

Then his brother returned, mentioning how many rats there were on the ranch. Rats.. Rats! They were excellent at killing rats, why not spend their time honing their skills to kill harpies by killing small animals with hands? It was genius! And it would earn them quite some coppers. So they made their own pest control business, ‘R n’ A’s rat and vermin removal’, and began the task of door-to-door selling. Radicans still has nightmares of repeating ‘Got any rats?’ in his squeaky teenage voice. Ick.

They made themselves quite a profit, specializing in poisoning rats by spitting in rat bait and letting the homeowner find multiple dead animals in their house, intended or not. They often just hunted down mice on farmer’s fields, though. They were about the same size, which startled avus when they saw what looked like mice suddenly turning into murderers. It was a great way to earn a reputation and coppers, and Archipelago found it a very fun activity. Radicans took it a bit too seriously, though. Especially as he and his brother reached two years old..

LEGAL ADULT.

He was placed somewhere in a squadron of roughly five other avus who were only slightly less equipped to fight harpies, in his opinion. They were planning on raiding someplace near the rainforest, a town of which he didn’t exactly remember the name of. Considering his small size, the sergeant almost laughed him out of the room. Someone recognized him from his brother, who was much calmer and more sensible. Supposedly, they had the roo wipe out a colony of rats in their attic. Now, this sergeant could totally get behind using biological warfare on those damned hippus and harpies. He reluctantly let him join the raid. It inflated his ego tenfold, and when they first fought against them it only inflated more.

His squadron was an ambush group, consisting of smaller gryphus and a few smaller dromaeus. As small as they could get and still be useful, at least. They had snuck around to their designated area where they then attacked a camp of soldiers, who were asleep.

Radicans had climbed up a tree which he was surprisingly good at and pounced on a harpy trying to fly away. He brought them both to the ground and delivered two bites; one on their wrist and the other on their wing. He then scrambled away along with the rest of his squadron into hiding. They were only there to mess up their resources and push them back, but Radican had some other plans. The harpy quickly succumbed to his venom, having been bitten on their arteries and unable to clot their blood, dying. He wasn’t told off, as it was good to deplete enemy forces, but was strongly warned against going off-plan in the future. He didn’t listen.

Archipelago joined him on his next excursion, where they were tasked to trash an enemy camp that was preventing further expansions. Where? Radicans didn’t know and didn’t care. He was out for blood. So as they made their way, Archipelago let some information about their parents slip. Apparently, they were getting very upset with Archipelago’s lack of fighting skills. Radicans didn’t respond, but he was already plotting something horrible against them. The gryphus and dromaeus landed at their destination, where they very quickly started absolutely destroying everything there. Breaking tents, looting food, taking any armor they could get their talons on. It seemed the inhabitants weren’t home, so Radicans had no regrets taking a fabric tunic far too big for him to fit into. He still has it, as a trophy.

However, as days passed and he raised in the rankings as a soldier, he met an enemy so terrifying he still gets chills thinking about what could have happened.

Marrow.

He didn’t realize that he was attacking medical personnel, and quickly stopped once he noticed, but didn’t think much of it considering Marrow should have died soon anyway right? Wrong. He watched from the sidelines, circling the harpy nervously as he seemed to simply get back up. He was.. Perfectly fine? He wasn’t trembling or even bleeding as much as he should have been. How? That pause to ponder let him get tackled by a hippus, which was more like him getting kicked around like a soccer ball until he latched onto their ankle. When he let go, Marrow was gone. He was convinced that he was a ghost for a while. He still thinks he might be.

That was the last time he fought with that group. He wasn’t messing with no ghosts, absolutely not. Problem was, he ended up fighting alongside his parents. Great. He didn’t listen to them, even if they were a higher rank compared to him, which was a good idea on his part.

The day Radicans’ father died was quite the emotional roller coaster. Not because he was sad, but because he was upset he didn’t get to do it first.

They were stationed in a camp out on the plains, as a sort of last resort to claim any land they could get. The dromaeus had pulled out of the war, and gryphus lines were falling. It wasn’t a matter of if, but when. Radicans didn’t want to confront a reality where his kingdom had lost, so he was holding his ground. As well as a small roo like him could, anyway. It was a cold night. Radicans couldn’t sleep. There was the constant feeling of being watched, but how? They were out on open land. He stepped out of his tent and caught sight of what looked like an ambush. Were those wingtips, or grass?

They were wingtips. He let out a loud, very unintelligible sound to wake everyone in the camp up and charged blindly into battle in the middle of the night, using his black feathers and fur to hide in the darkness. The clopping of hooves confused mumbling, and a yelp was all he needed to know that it was time to fight back. He was tiny, and these avus were just a stomp away from ending him right then and there. But he managed to scramble up onto the leg of a rather tall one and cling onto their wing without being noticed. They trashed the camp as gryphus were just beginning to awaken, almost surprised that having nobody watching camp at night meant that they would be attacked.

Radicans, on the back of the hippus, clinging to her fabric armor, watched as she chased down his father who was trying to scramble out of sight. His wings were tangled in some rope and, seeing how Radicans was hidden in the darkness, trying to flee. He watched intently as Corvus took a tumble, the younger gryphus leaning over the hippus’ shoulder. They must’ve mistook him for a harpy, as they didn’t seem to mind him in the slightest. Their hooves came down on Corvus’ skull, killing him in a single blow. He didn’t wince or frown, but did take off into the sky before the hippus realized that he was a gryphus. Alongside some of his allies, they flew off and into the night, defeated.

SOCIALIZED ADULT

The war was over. For now. Radicans resented peace, thinking that the avus who killed those in enemy kingdoms had no right to suddenly be allowed in them. He couldn’t help but flinch whenever he was approached by a Harpy or Hippus, and didn’t attend any events that involved being near them. His brother called him gross for it, but Radicans already knew that. They returned home to their sickly mother, who only seemed happy to find that Archipelago had survived. She’d manned the ranch while the siblings were gone, as it was an essential job. Or something. Radicans wasn’t really paying attention, because he very quickly went to go check on his favorite hog.

The next few months blew past faster than Radicans could really understand. Spotted murrain, fires, peace treaty was called off- ah, he was really just spending time secluded on his ranch. He was calm, for once. He could really get behind just bein’ alone with his cows and hogs. When they weren’t trying to eat him, anyway.

War was declared again, of course, but Radicans and Archipelago evaded the draft by showing off their very amazing livestock, and claiming that they were essential. As for what they’re going to do now?

Radicans has no clue.

KIN ⟹

Rattlesnake, Mother - Whiskered Auklet x Groundhog. (Deceased.)
Corvus, Father - Little Auk x Jackal. (Deceased.)

Archipelago, Brother - Great Black-Backed Gull x Cuban Solenodon. (Alive.)

RELATIONSHIPS ⟹

FAMILIAL

Rattlesnake. He quickly grew to hate her nagging, squeaky voice as he aged. She never had anything good to say about him, only complaints. He’s glad she’s dead.

Corvus. Radi would have killed him with his own claws if that hippus didn’t beat him to it. He already disliked him, dissing Archipelago was the final straw.

Archipelago. He finds his brother annoying at times of course, but he’d do anything to see him succeed in life. He does think he’s a bit dumb, though..

FRIENDSHIPS

Splash. He’s aware of her ability to be rather sneaky and thinks that it’s a useful trait for them both. He gives her delicacies such as baked goose and in turn, he receives the scoop on which farms are dealing with a mouse infestation. They’re business partners, of a sort.

ENEMIES

Many hippus and harpies he’s subjected to endless tremors and eventual death by the might of his jaws..

Marrow. Considering Radicans isn’t even immune to his own venom, he’s rather afraid of this avus. He also thinks he might be a ghost considering that weird-looking frame and sudden disappearance. Doesn’t mean he won't try to punch his face in when he gets a chance to, though.

TRIVIA ⟹
Radi’s venom can cause breathing difficulties, paralysis, convulsions, depression, and can lead to death in smaller avus. Which is why I'll never roleplay him biting anyone small lmao

His original name was Truffles but I thought Radicans sounded cool as fuck ngl

He genuinely thinks Marrow is a ghost and wants nothing to do with him or his ‘freaky ghost family’

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