Nebula

"and what are you lookin' at?"

ABOUT as suited to her regal appearance as the word "delicate" is to an anvil, Nebula has easily the foulest mouth in the whole clan, and she's proud of it. She doesn't really seem to care if her job gets done or not, vastly preferring to chat with anyone nearby, friend or foe--she figures that her fellow plant-eaters can "munch on some grass if they're so hungry." Her hot temper and acid tongue would likely give her few friends in the clan, but those close to her consistently note that she has a good heart behind it all, and is just as loyal as her gentler clanmates. When she's not out foraging or pretending to forage, she can almost always be found with the clan's classic rock band, the Sleepless Nights, where her energy is channeled into her unparalleled drumming skills. She does, however, try to convert the band to punk rock whenever she can get a word in, but her complaints never seem to faze anyone--they all know she's just as happy to drum for a classic rock band as a punk one.

Though the sounds made by Nebula's Vibrant Jeweler, Punk, are completely unintelligible and don't even remotely resemble a language, Nebula seems to have no problem chatting with it. She insists that the little spirit is just as foul-mouthed as she is, and will often try to cover hatchlings' ears whenever it sings near them, claiming that something even she can't repeat has been uttered. Consequently, neither of them are permitted near the nesting grounds anymore.