spiral - bucket

[fulzanin]

CLONY
[ age mover of the oblivions ]

Clony had continued in their frantic attempts to escape their impromptu prison. It wriggled, it squirmed, and it quickly realized that rapidly smacking its body into a roof was actually more harmful than good judging by the aches that followed. When the bucket was lifted, the bat was quick to fling their fluffy form out from the metallic confines. "Oh, I am never walking into a trap ever again," they insisted. Quick movements of their wings allowed for Clony to awkwardly stand up. Briefly did it teeter, before quickly snapping to attention upon hearing Rin speak. "What? That wasn't trouble! That was a trap, a very dangerous one!" It chattered in its usual mental manner, lifting up one of its feet to gesture at the prison that it had just been freed from.

Its ears swiveled, the large appendages easily allowing Clony quite the adverse hearing range. Their pearly eyes blinked a few times, before nodding. "Oh. Yea. I'm fine. Almost wasn't, but I totally am now," Clony chattered. Briefly they turned so that their white eyes could glare at the metallic bucket as if it was the absolute worst to exist. The fluffy bat's head again pivoted, turning to the next to arrive. It had met this one before, right? The hues of browns and greys were far easier on Clony's mind that any sort of red hue. It felt like it had a mighty good right to hate the color red after the sorts of trials it had gone through due to that sole color. "Just a bucket? That thing almost, it almost killed me! Probably!" Their feathered wings spread wide, as if it would aid its valiant and dramatic statement. Hearing the question, their ears began twitching. It lasted only momentarily, before it flapped its wings and hobbled a few paces away. "By all means! Take it! Take the vile prison! Scary. Very scary." It broadcasts out its answer, making a gesture with their fluffy tail.

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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.