MY OWN WORST ENEMY ☆ prompt, rainy day

[fulzanin]

CLONY
[ age mover of the oblivions ]

Clony's ears had twitched upon being gifted a grunt to let them know that they'd been heard. They had duties now, with their promotion, didn't they? Assuring people's wellbeing was easy. It was far easier than counting up thousands upon thousands of themself to see just how many had died in the course of one day. The affairs between angels and demons went over their head. The struggles between those that lived within heaven or hell or had left the places altogether left the bat blissfully unaware of why such a tension could even exist. The only tension they had was for the color red. Marr had yet to do them harm, and so they figured giving the color a second chance had, thus far, gone nicely. Even if the other looked gruff, no harm had been administered to the bat or to anyone else. That they knew of. The benefit of the doubt allowed for such possibilities.

Earl Grey tea. Their general knowledge of tea did not extend to the actual branches within it. They only knew that tea was water and leaves, and what the combination of the two were? That alluded the brief snippet of knowledge they'd obtained from one of their other selves. They knew there were other kinds, but the specifics were beyond them. When the mug was pushed over, the bat had to awkwardly position and stretch their legs so they could shove their face into the mug to drink. The happy wriggle of a tail suggested that they liked such, even if when they pulled their head back their ears were the one thing that remained dry. Their eyes shifted over to the sandwiches, only for their ears to flop down a little. "Oh. Uh. Are there any... without? Meat? I can't eat meat, makes me sick. I can just eat the bread! I love bread. I'll put the bread in the tea!" They chatter, wings beating in a flurry to send them off to where the sandwiches had been placed, eyeing them with greedy intent.

TAGS 7/6/20:

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✧ Clony | Cloni
✧ physically easy, mentally hard
✧ nonbinary | it/its/they/their
✧ elysium | legate

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.