pipeline - knives

[fulzanin]

CLONY
[ age mover of the oblivions ]

Clony continued slowly bouncing, their talons shifting from where they kept their grip on the knives. The back edge of the handle, closer to the hilt, trying to get a feel for where the best place to hold the weapons would be. They hadn't ever used knives before themself. They'd used spikes that had been shoved through their fluffy form in order to reach levers and switches that had been buried so deep in debris that they couldn't reach it. That was the closest they'd gotten to knives, if a long and jagged pole happened to count. Rin had asked them a question, and their wandering thoughts snapped back to attention. "Oh! I went to that group that... uh. What's his name came from. The ones that live in all the dense trees? Murky water? Undergrowth or something? Tanglegrowth?" They rub their fluffy chin with a wing joint, trying to recall the exact name and failing to do so.

Those thoughts were once more abruptly cut at Hebi's approach. An offer of help caused for their ears to perk, and a flap of their wings brought them closer. "Really? So I do need to make them longer? I can make them longer! I got a bunch of stuff spare that I had saved just for making them longer!" They chatter, pearly eyes wide with sheer delight. They begin to hop again, knives gently clinking against the ground beneath. A few hours to learn? Clony hoped that it wouldn't take that long, their tail rapidly swinging behind them with unrestrained speed. "Maybe then I can take up whittling! One of the other me's mentioned it needed knives before. I don't know what else is needed but I can probably figure it out!" They continue, a wild wave of one of their fluffy wings following suit.

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

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.