HEADS WILL ROLL ☆ o, knitting

[redvox.]

REDVOX "VINNY" ABRAMO - cis male - goat-bat hybrid - harbinger

Redvox had realized at one point, rather sharply, that he didn't really have any hobbies to speak of. That wasn't to say that he didn't do anything. No, actually he kept himself very occupied most of the time, what with his duties as harbinger and also just making an effort to spend time with others. However, he didn't have many hobbies that allowed himself to just be on his own, enjoying his own space and the peace and quiet that lingered around him. So, the hybrid had decided to try and make an effort to find one that he enjoyed. It had been a bit of a slog, going through a bunch of different hobbies to see which one stuck. Drawing and writing hadn't gone very well, considering he had about as much talent in both as a slug. Building things hadn't gone much better, since it didn't really fill him with any sense of satisfaction or calm that a hobby was supposed to fill you with. Really it just felt like he was doing something for his job, since his position as harbinger had recently involved a lot of going and building different displays and setting up different events for the other groups that they invited over. However, after a lot of trial and error, he had actually found something that was able to hold his attention, and not make him want to crawl out of his own skin in frustration.

That hobby was knitting. He knew it must've been an odd choice, especially considering there were many on the island who simply couldn't engage in it because of the limitations of their paws, but Vin was lucky. He had the little hand talons he possessed at the edges of his wings to hold the needles tightly, and after finding the knitting supplies in the room of what must have once been a nice little old grandmother within the fortress, he had gotten to work. He had started off with many fairly simple patterns in the beginning, just so that he was able to get a handle on what he was doing and how to do it, but eventually had progressed to bigger and even more grand things. At the moment, he was attempting to make himself a scarf, considering the fact that he had felt rather cold as of late thanks to the harsh winter that was gripping them. The fabric he was using was a dark brown in color, and he seemed to be knitting so that he could make a little question block pattern on it when it was all finished. He was humming softly and happily as he worked within his room, hunched over the needles and thread with his door open to the entire rest of the apartment building they called home. Just in case somebody needed him urgently, of course.

[fulzanin]

I GET MY WAY THROUGH GENOCIDE CAUSE FREAKS LIKE YOU JUST WASTE MY TIME

ASLISK - wyvern - powers - halls of hiraeth - regent - hot shot

Aslisk hadn't ever thought about hobbies. If yelling at people or getting frustrated constantly was a hobby, then the wyvern certainly had one and she partook in it daily. She didn't exactly do a lot other than patrol around the camp, bark at people, hunt - get stuff done, really. Hunting was her most favored thing to do. Simple, quiet, and efficient. She could do it all by herself and didn't need anyone else to help her. The wyvern could hunt what she wanted, when she wanted, where she wanted. As long as it was within the territory, which was something that she found absolutely absurd. Territories. Ridiculous. She wanted to bite the person that'd come up with such a stupid and complicated thing. Just because prey went over the 'border' meant that she couldn't hunt it anymore. She'd lost a good chunk of meals that way, and it had infuriated her to absolutely no end. She'd had a few hissy fits over such a stupid concept, regaining her control before returning to the center of activity.

Boredom had claimed her mind, and Aslisk was not left with many options for what to do with her free time. She had already hunted, she didn't have any pressing matters to attend to. She'd mostly been stalking up and down the stairs, itching to do something. Anything. Not having anything to do back home had been great. She could just spend time with the wife and kids? Here? It was absolutely driving her mad and she wanted to result to bad things to ease up the frustration. She wound up passing by the Harbringer's doorway, and had to stop after passing by as her mind established that the door was open. Aslisk backtracked the few paces required, peering her head inside. "The hask are you doing?" The regent asked. Her tone was curious, if not blunt as her standard method of speaking. One of her webbed ears flicked as her gaze took in the oddities that Redvox was in the process of crafting. She almost managed to look genuinely curious had it not been for the lingering boredom fueled frustration that remained. "Are you cooking the string? You're going to need a fire for that," the wyvern grumbled, flaming tail slowly swinging behind her after the statement finished.

TAGS 11/19/19:

GENERAL.
✧ Aslisk | asli, alisk
✧ physically easy, mentally medium | March 7
✧ cisgender | she/her
✧ halls of hiraeth | regent | hot shot

APPEARANCE.
✧ wyvern (ref.) | health: 92% | piyan_baby rock demon wyvern
— a short purple wyvern with a plethora of spikes covering her lanky tail. Her horns are a light pink and spikes a deep green, and her eyes are a blazing red. This wyvern’s wings are grey. She possesses blue feet which sharply turn into the purple of the rest of her body. A long, vibrant and yellow tongue allows for her to fish. Her tail ends in a two-parted segment, acting as a pseudo hand. Her upper teeth are longer and sharper, where her lower teeth are shorter and sturdier.
— blood is yellow and glows
— a long, diagonal scar across her face. somehow it does not impair her vision.
— covered in severe burn wounds

✧ sinotyrannus (ref.) | health: 100% | alternate body
— a 3 meter tall sinotyrannus kazuensis covered in a thick pelt of purple fur. Darker purple spots dot her pelt much like the spots of a cheetah. Her face is scaled and a lighter and paler purple in color, with her yellow scar cutting across her snout. She has long, pink horns sticking out from her head and curling back towards her face. Sharp teeth line her gums, longer in the front and firmer in the back. Her arms are stocky and have dark purple feathers lining the back, with each hand having three fingers. Her feet are blue, ending in green talons on each of her three toes. A fourth dewclaw hangs from the inside of her legs. A long tail is covered in spikes and ends in a seemingly harmless tuft of feathers, which is actually an incredibly dense smacking club.
— blood is yellow and glows
— a long, diagonal scar across her face. somehow it does not impair her vision
— incredibly great night vision

PERSONALITY.
✧ determined, outgoing, strong willed
✧ self-preserving, sly, devious
✧ temperamental, hissy, irritable

RELATIONSHIPS.
✧ asulkio x unla | crafted from an infertile egg
✧ nul
✧ demiromantic bisexual | taken/not looking | asligo

INTERACTIONS.
✧ wyvern: physically easy | mentally medium | teleportation, invisibility, intangibility, fire elementals, shapeshifting
sinotyrannus: physically hard | mentally medium | teleportation, invisibility, intangibility, fire elementals, shapeshifting
✧ will start/end fights, easy provoke | will kill
✧ trained to kill swiftly, not to fight
✧ allowed to powerplay peaceful actions | attack in bolded #9c6dc7 | mention [member=8864]Aslisk[/member] when attacking

MISC.
✧ Aslisk comes from a self made original concept, redrafted here for the purpose of character development!

[redvox.]

REDVOX "VINNY" ABRAMO - cis male - goat-bat hybrid - harbinger

Vinny wondered, idly, if Aslisk had any sort of hobbies back when she had been at home. She claimed that she had looked different back when she had been in her own world, to the point where she had the limbs capable of doing things – such as, for example, knitting – much more easily, but she still didn't really seem to be quite the type. Going around and bugging your wife and kids – even if they were glad to be bugged – about things didn't count as a hobby, so it made him wonder if she had done anything interesting back then. It also made him wonder if perhaps there were hobbies of her land that didn't have any sort of equivalent in this world. Probably, but he doubted he would be able to find that out by asking Aslisk. Even when she was in the mood to talk about her own world, it seemed as though she had been just as much of a recluse as she was now, which meant she didn't care much for what went on in lands besides her own. She'd probably know if there were Nitisian hobbies that had no alternative here – if 'Nitisian' were even what such hobbies would be referred to as – but as for any other planets she didn't care that much about? The harbinger doubted that he would ever get anything more than a name or an offhand snarky comment about them.

Still, that wasn't the point of this little exercise, and his mind was getting all wound up, so he found himself shaking his head from side to side before refocusing his attention on Aslisk. It was obvious that the wyvern had never seen anybody knitting – or, well, attempting to knit – before, given her assumption that he was attempting to cook the string currently clutched awkwardly in his claws. Letting out a soft snort of amusement in response to her questioning, the hybrid shook his head before speaking in a slightly hoarse voice, made rough from disuse for the day, "No, m'not tryin' t'cook the string. I'm knitting. I'm gonna guess y'don't know what that is, judgin' by the look on your face." He glanced down at the knitting needles currently clutched precariously against his chest, mainly in an effort not to drop them again. After a moment of hesitation, he stretched the needles out so that Aslisk could see the developing pattern between them, "It's a craftin' hobby. It lets you make things outta fabric 'n' cloth 'n' all that. Right now m'tryin' to make myself a scarf, since the fur on m'neck is all patchy." He tried to continue with his soothing and repetitive motions from before, but with Aslisk around, he felt far more awkward and gangly, fighting against his own limbs just to get the motions to work again. It really did look weird, what with his wings strangely bent just to keep at his task, but it was either that or just not knit.

[fulzanin]

I GET MY WAY THROUGH GENOCIDE CAUSE FREAKS LIKE YOU JUST WASTE MY TIME

ASLISK - wyvern - powers - halls of hiraeth - regent - hot shot

Back home, knitting hadn't been something Aslisk had ever partaken in. It was something that she hadn't heard of. She'd heard of drawing, yes. It was one of the biggest hobbies that she was aware of. Hunting for sport was another hobby that she'd heard of, but she figured that would be against morals around here considering how practically everything could be considered prey. She knew the featherbrains had lots of hobbies, such as being absolutely annoying and stupid as well as diving down from cloud height to see who'd pull away at the last second; such a thing Aslisk pinning under 'stupidity'. She'd hunted for sport back home once or twice, but eventually decided against continuing it. Waste of food, especially since it fell in line with more deplorable morals that she'd attempted to distance herself from. She'd almost been forced back to them a few times due to the events that directly proceeded her arrival into this strange world. Aslisk was somewhat proud that she'd managed to mostly keep them away.

"Really now. I was about to say that you were trying to lusluing cook... what's it called, spag-feh-tee?" The regent grumbled. Her tail swung slowly behind her, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth. Knitting. What an odd term. She hadn't ever heard of such a thing before, and it certainly placed confusion upon her face. Her red eyes narrowed when the needles were stretched out, and her head craned forward so she could inspect them. Odd looking, reminded her of a spear. Almost. Way too small to be effective, for sure. "You... can make things. With that." There was almost a twinge of interest withing her words. Making something with some sticks and string? She could do that. Maybe it would be something that she could bring back home with her - a talent, or a means to make something nice. Something other than a card and some bowls to show that she hadn't forgotten, and was still thinking of her family no matter how great the distance was. "Don't suppose you'd mind explaining how you're doing that," Aslisk then chattered, leaning her weight forward on her talons. Now interest covered her usually gruff words, head tipping somewhat to the side to equally present some percent of curiosity.

TAGS 11/19/19:

GENERAL.
✧ Aslisk | asli, alisk
✧ physically easy, mentally medium | March 7
✧ cisgender | she/her
✧ halls of hiraeth | regent | hot shot

APPEARANCE.
✧ wyvern (ref.) | health: 92% | piyan_baby rock demon wyvern
— a short purple wyvern with a plethora of spikes covering her lanky tail. Her horns are a light pink and spikes a deep green, and her eyes are a blazing red. This wyvern’s wings are grey. She possesses blue feet which sharply turn into the purple of the rest of her body. A long, vibrant and yellow tongue allows for her to fish. Her tail ends in a two-parted segment, acting as a pseudo hand. Her upper teeth are longer and sharper, where her lower teeth are shorter and sturdier.
— blood is yellow and glows
— a long, diagonal scar across her face. somehow it does not impair her vision.
— covered in severe burn wounds

✧ sinotyrannus (ref.) | health: 100% | alternate body
— a 3 meter tall sinotyrannus kazuensis covered in a thick pelt of purple fur. Darker purple spots dot her pelt much like the spots of a cheetah. Her face is scaled and a lighter and paler purple in color, with her yellow scar cutting across her snout. She has long, pink horns sticking out from her head and curling back towards her face. Sharp teeth line her gums, longer in the front and firmer in the back. Her arms are stocky and have dark purple feathers lining the back, with each hand having three fingers. Her feet are blue, ending in green talons on each of her three toes. A fourth dewclaw hangs from the inside of her legs. A long tail is covered in spikes and ends in a seemingly harmless tuft of feathers, which is actually an incredibly dense smacking club.
— blood is yellow and glows
— a long, diagonal scar across her face. somehow it does not impair her vision
— incredibly great night vision

PERSONALITY.
✧ determined, outgoing, strong willed
✧ self-preserving, sly, devious
✧ temperamental, hissy, irritable

RELATIONSHIPS.
✧ asulkio x unla | crafted from an infertile egg
✧ nul
✧ demiromantic bisexual | taken/not looking | asligo

INTERACTIONS.
✧ wyvern: physically easy | mentally medium | teleportation, invisibility, intangibility, fire elementals, shapeshifting
sinotyrannus: physically hard | mentally medium | teleportation, invisibility, intangibility, fire elementals, shapeshifting
✧ will start/end fights, easy provoke | will kill
✧ trained to kill swiftly, not to fight
✧ allowed to powerplay peaceful actions | attack in bolded #9c6dc7 | mention [member=8864]Aslisk[/member] when attacking

MISC.
✧ Aslisk comes from a self made original concept, redrafted here for the purpose of character development!