Roleplay

[img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/510833/51083253_350.png[/img] Breed: Coatl Name: Ethral Age: Adult Gender: Male Colors/genes: Obsidian Giraffe / Grey Eye Spots / Orca Underbelly Personality: A quiet, cautious individual who enjoys the presence of others, even though it doesn't really look like it. He prioritizes the wellbeing of others instead of himself, and often falls into self-doubt and wondering if he really is a bad omen. Background: As Coatl culture goes, hatchlings with dull feathers are shunned by the clan. He was blamed for every misfortune that befalled his clan. He knew that they were going to send him off to the Flamecaller, either to get rid of him or allow him to die in territory wars with the Beastclans. So, he ran away, retreating into the Tangled Wood, where no one would ever find him. To his surprise, he ran into a clan of fellow misfits and joined them as their medic, since the Wood was not kind to them. One day he returned to his clan with fresh herbs only to find that the entire camp was empty. There was no trace of where they had gone, except for a horrible black sludge coating the area. Since then he's struck out on his own again, hoping to find out what happened to his found family.