Maro

Boringly, on the Sixteenth Day of the Seventh Moon of Our Mother's Year 2014, Maro and brother Swan hatched. They found the vines to entangling, oppressive, to stay in their Nature lair- thus their adventure began. Gusts were too strong for them to stay in wind, the tides too close-minded and one directional. Lightning strikes only one place at a time. However, lava flows freely, and thus they found themselves in the Emberglow Hearth. They came upon the lair of Utena, a vast and wide yet welcoming and warm lair. They asked Shy if they could become apart of the lair, and he accepted.

Because of a birth defect, his wings don't work correctly and thus his steampunk wings are also prostheses to allow him to fly normally. He enjoys comedy and conversation, and is light-hearted and well-loved by the lair. He has no real "job", but does many errands oddjobs within the lair.

His truly insane Noggle is his companion, giggling crazily wherever he wanders off to. He enjoys digging through walls and expanding the lair.

His mate is Caoihme, the wonderful Caoihme.

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Would like to gene in bar and underbelly/gembond.