Toffeechip
(#51807783)
she | The subtle grace of gravity, the heavy weight of stone
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
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Measurements
Length
7.78 m
Wingspan
7.81 m
Weight
716.15 kg
Genetics
Splash
Poison
Poison
Driftwood
Peregrine
Peregrine
Auburn
Gembond
Gembond
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Coatl
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
7
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
5
MND
6
Biography
Toffeechip Hunnacott
Gentle Curse Sufferer Trait1 | Trait2 | Trait3 “Too many people seem to believe that silence was a void that needed to be filled, even if nothing important was said." ― Nicholas Sparks ♫ |
In a land as ripe to the brim with magic as Sornieth is, it is a small wonder that there are not more dergs born like Toffeechip - cursed under some strange culminations of opposing magic in one way or another. From the first blocked utterance that tried exiting her throat in a choke and cough, her parents suspected that the derg was quite mute - until the emergence of their first full moon. Then, Toffee's cries took on full strength, scaring her parents with their ferocity. When the moon dwindled, so too did her voice. As the pattern continued every full moon, they drew the unusual conclusion that their daughter was cursed to only have a voice under the full moon - something that has not changed even in her adult life. Toffeechip doesn't mind the "curse" all that much. She finds that there are very few things that she needs to say that cannot wait until the full moon - it forces her to choose her words more carefully than the dergs around her tend to. As her name suggests, her personality as a sweetheart shines through even past her lack of verbiage, as shown through the many hours a day she spends volunteering for various causes within her clan. She's proven to be a jack of all trades, and can fill practically any role that is needed from her - cooking, foraging, hunting, craftsmanship, and ironwork are all skills that she has under her belt, picked up over the course of a lifetime's worth of careful listening. She is well versed in foc-tongue, the coatls' version of sign language - but even there, she tends to limit her words. Toffeechip spends her full moons surrounded by loved ones, keeping them up to date on the various happenings of her life and letting them know her appreciation of them in full.
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aesthetic board
The Oracle You don't see what you possess, a beauty calm and clear It floods the sky and blurs the darkness like a chandelier All the light that you possess is skewed by lakes and seas The shattered surface, so imperfect, is all that you believe I will bring a mirror, so silver, so exact So precise and so pristine, a perfect pane of glass I will set the mirror up to face the blackened sky So you can see your beauty every moment that you rise • you are the moon - the hush sound |
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aesthetic: slightly burnt coffee, masked under a pound's worth of sugar and cream. pastel pink foam earplugs stuffed as deeply as they can go within your ear canal. a mouth full of flowers. |
likes: floral patterns and flowers - she runs a small garden inside of her den that produces luscious vegetables. dislikes: wilted flowers |
sales post wrote:
A large coatl to your left works insistently on a marble buttress above your head that supports a host of small fae nests. Her face is scrunched in concentration as she does so, as if her work is the only thing in the world she can afford to be aware of at the moment.
Someone calls out to her, and she turns wordlessly. They yabber something, and she simply cocks her head, taking it in. You are suddenly overcome with a strong desire to hear her voice...
Someone calls out to her, and she turns wordlessly. They yabber something, and she simply cocks her head, taking it in. You are suddenly overcome with a strong desire to hear her voice...
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This dragon doesn't eat Plants.
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