SO DON'T YOU BE A STRANGER

[fulzanin]

CLONY
[ age mover of the oblivions ]

Clony was quite new to this land. It was still getting used to the lack of machines, of editions of itself being slaughtered right before their very eyes. Poofed into sad tufts of fur, life snuffed out in a moments notice. Clony hadn't done a lot of exploring, mostly due to having a new body. A new body that allowed for a greater range of movement. Especially on the ground! It was still difficult, yes, but it had far more control over the speed it administered during movement. A creature like Clony didn't really get friends, back where it hailed from. It was a discarded piece of trash. Nothing really would talk to a piece of trash. Nasty and disgusting were all terms to be associated with Clony's kind. Did it even have a kind? It wasn't really of any importance. It had been getting a better grasp of their new movement capabilities, getting used to the new bending requirement that their wings used to fly. Curling the limbs was hard work, but it certainly was managing.

Noticing someone just sitting on their lonesome wasn't a new concept to Clony. Back where it hailed from it was common to see the natural inhabitants sitting around and resting in the brief places of calm, where machines laid dormant and weren't in the process of skinning and slaying. However, this was a new location. It lifted Clony's curiosity, and the fluffy bat began to flutter over. The landing was rough - bats weren't really meant to be toddling around like a loopy toddler. It resulted with Clony mostly flopping on their fluffy chest, its head then popping upright. "Hey," they chattered with mental reach, ears raising up to form an attentive state. "What are you up to..? Anything fun?" It then added on, to make the question seem a little less pressing.

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✧ Clony | Cloni
✧ physically easy, mentally hard
✧ nonbinary | it/its/they/their
✧ clan/group | rank

APPEARANCE.
✧ melanistic giant golden-crowned flying fox (ref.) | health: 100% | current body
— Clony is a giant golden-crowned flying fox with a melanistic pelt. It has grey rings around its eyes, and large floppy ears. Clony's webbed wings are mutated to be feathered, with fingers and long thumbs hidden. Clony has excessive fur covering most of its body, only ending just above the knees. Clony has glowing white eyes, where its pupils blend into the rest of their pearl like appearance.
— blood is white
— no accessories
— no current injuries

PERSONALITY.
✧ curious, ambivalent
✧ consistent, cautious
✧ unrelenting loathing for certain items and colors, hostile

RELATIONSHIPS.
✧ no parents | created
✧ no family name
✧ aromantic asexual | single/not looking

INTERACTIONS.
✧ physically easy | mentally hard| mental communication, elasticity
✧ will start and end fights, easy provoke | will kill
✧ allowed to powerplay peaceful actions | attack in bolded #879191 | mention [member=12578]﹝ CLONY ﹞[/member]

MISC.
✧ based off the Clones from Frogmind's Badland
✧ Clones in Badland are time, size, and form altering creatures created by an evil called the Red Eye Association. The Red Eyes realize that the Clones are dangerous and discard them in the trash. The Clones traverse the Badlands to try and take down the Red Eye Association. They are halted briefly, but return years later after the Badlands have overgrown. This time the Red Eye Association is better prepared. The Clones are chased and killed down to their last member, who hides away in the last place where non-mechanized life is sustainable. BoB Clony arrives by the Nest Transport sending them off to another universe to regroup and learn new ways to deal with the evils of the Red Eyes.