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scatter project

Original colours
copper / fire / wisteria


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___________________________________________________________ J A C K S O N Buzzard - Traitor - Fighter

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♛ "Cool quote under portrait comes here" ♛ _________________________

B I O G R A P H Y Main Theme: I Will Survive. ______ Jackson glared at the white sandy beach, crystal-clear waters lapping at the edges. Sand. It seemed that no matter where he went, that hated _____ would always follow him. He had lost a friend to a sandstorm once - a careless idiot that person was, never truly fitted the Buzzard life. But such ideas he had that he still brought hope in that wasteland, at least to Jackson, who had never quite hated nor enjoyed the lifestyle. Then, one day, in a mere second, he had vanished. Jackson gave a brief shake of his head. Now wasn't the time to lose himself in past regrets. He was on a mission - although why they chose a mere Skink for this was beyond him. Perhaps they had sensed his growing unease, dissatisfaction clawing constantly at his chest and thought to eliminate it with this. After all, if it all fell apart, he'd be the one eliminated. Either ways, it worked. Still, the urge to back away from this so-called mission, to go back to the night-time raids and ambushes that were the only part he enjoyed about being a Buzzard was enough that his wings spread, yet he didn't take flight. Deep breaths. Just take deep breaths. Squaring his shoulders, *continued on another document as it kinda diverts from Buzzard lore and into my own novel - check lore notes for brief summary of what's to be added* - _

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Lore notes woo:

- born as a Diggling to a Buzzard clan
- Worked as a Skink with no ambition to be promoted.
- Neither hated nor loved being a Buzzard
- Loved the adrenaline rush of the night time raids, the quiet build up, the ensuing slaughter. Only time he felt alive
- Had a friend that talked endlessly of the worlds outside their hive, dreamed of leaving one day to explore - lost him to a sandstorm
- Returned to life as usual but it almost felt as if there was a hole in his chest, tearing away all that walls he'd built up. The feelings that he had been trained from birth to ignore, lock away were suddenly creeping out through the cracks and it hurt
- Growing dissatisfaction, an urge to do something, although he didn't know what it was
- Abruptly sent on a mission to Clan Undertow (what the mission is is to be added), to the clan he was "away on business"
- Strangely, during his time on the mission, he was promoted to a Blade Lizard (he knew it not himself of course)