Umber

She/her • Umber • Mudwing • Firefighter 
Celestial's new sona! The angry not-so-social firefighter. See Cae if you want normal.
"Well, the first one pitched off a cliff, the second one went too far, I'm the fifth volunteer and who knows what'll happen? 
...It probably ain't gonna be good."
I wanna scratch your surface
 	
Umber 	Umber
Background 	Background
Creator 	Celestial
Artist 	Celestial
Coder 	Celestial
Code Base 	Himmalerin
Attribute 	Wildfire, scorching, regrowing
Element 	Fire, earth
Color 	Umber
Animal 	Grizzly
Song 	
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Character 	Character
Age 	13
Gender 	Female
Orientation 	Heterosexual
Occupation 	Firefighter
Tribe 	Mudwing
Goal 	To get through life
Residence 	Mudwing kingdom
Relatives 	Sierra, Ember, Ashe, Cascade
Allies 	Fire, water, and rock
Enemies 	Fire
Likes 	Doing her job, doing it well, the endless woods
Dislikes 	Dragons
Powers 	Firefighting
Weapons 	Firehose
Love Interests	Chumstick
Quote 	"Uh.. yeah, so... y'know, I don't care."
Appearance
"This is sand. You know what sand is? Thank goodness. You dump it on the fire when you fly over it. This ain't a joke."
...Ah, shoot. Stupid diary. Just spilled ink pages 1-15. Hope ya don’t mind. 
I’m a medium height Mudwing. A Mudwing. I could have been a Nightwing. Ugh. I’m skinny as heck and look unhealthy, I’ve got too broad of shoulders and wings for my itsy-bitsy frame, and I mean, y’all, what’s up with the teensy-tiny neck? Mudwings should have big fat necks, seriously. And they really shouldn't have pointy triangle faces. Eh. 
I’m very... brown. Yellowish-orangey-brown underbelly, brownish red mainscales, brown armor plates, light brown scales here and there. And everywhere. My horns and wings are red, deep red, and that’s the only thing that isn’t brown. Idiot muddy genes. 
My eyes are two different shades, one yellow, one blue. My mother thought that was cute. So does Chumstick, but I mean... he ain’t mean nothing to me... 
Shoot! Oh boy, sibs gonna kill me... My clumsy paws really should never be trusted with a diary. Too bad. 
I wanna feel your grove
Personality
Excuse me...? Did you say I was ridiculous?
Day three of this bleeping diary. I hate it. Hate it. The sibs said I should write about who I am before I go and fight another fire. They think I’m going to die. Doing my job. Whatever.
I am not sassy, I am dignified in a sarcastic manner. Ahem. That’s right. I’ve been told I’m quite loyal, quite annoying, and quite foolhardy, but I'm not any of those things. I've let to many fires burn and too many dragons get hurt.
I’m pretty much a dang coward. I run into fires because I need too. I’m scared to death, sure, but somebody got to do it, and my sibs sit on their bleepin’ fat rumps all day. It’s my job...? Duty? It matters. If I don't, who will?
I can wield several kinds of fire suppressors, of course. I have a photographic memory, which I have been told is very annoying. I’m also told that I’m a “character” that I’m “interesting” or sometimes, “crude”. Well, then, who wants to have their den burn down this fire season?
This was such a bad idea. Why am I still writing? I'm not a writer. 
I wanna be your needle
History
I'm still alive, so we shouldn't even be arguing, y'all.
Page 22. Noon, and my sibs wants me to write. I’m bleeping 13, I should not still have my sibs hanging around! Do most Mudwings still have their sibs??
I began as soon as I turned 8. Firefighting, that is. I was good at it, probably the best volunteer at station 103. Some of the Mudwing timber in the higher elevation burns pretty easy. I would fly overhead, put it out, and fly back down to the station. We used to have an Icewing, but he burned. How is that even possible? (the sibs say I'm getting off-track, oops.) 
Almost every member of my family is a firefighter. Sierra, Ember, Ashe, Cascade. Even the names fit. C’mon. Up here, we’re the heroes. Mostly them though, they’re the famous ones. I do the work. I put out the fires. 
It was all fun for a while, until Blue Mountain burned. I worked my claws off day and sometimes night. Chumstick helped me. He’s nice. My sibs are crazy, they think we’re going to end up like a Other-Tribe mate pair, and I ain’t interested. Back to my story, I guess? 
I fell into the fire. I was exhausted. I fell into Blue Mountain. My sibs saved me from my likely death, they flew in, they saved me. I don’t want to even know if I’m one of those Mudwings resistant to fire, I don’t want to find out. I still dislike them, but they saved me. Then they made me keep a journal. What the bleep? 
I fought fires less, taught the young ones more. My most memorable apprentice was the Rainwing Amazon, also known as the One Who Died. I won’t forgive myself for that night. 
Needle Peak was burning. Amazon, too brave, too weak, he flew into the fire. He wanted to save a family, to evacuate them. I never forgave myself. 
I’ve had my fair share of adventures. I’ve been from the highest peak to the lowest saloon. I’ve seen a mountain that looked like a sleeping scavenger, I’ve seen beasts of the sky and fires that’ve thrown their debris for miles. 
Now though? Now I’m a bleeping complacent idiot Mudwing. Thanks to my sibs. Always a rebel, though, I’ll see the flames again. 
I’m fighting a fire tonight. If you find this, know that I tried. I ain’t gonna die. I hope. 
I wanna lick your wound
Relationships
Not. Interested... aw, shoot, really?
Chumstick: He saved my life. Don't even comment on my unfortunate, unpleasant feelings. Yeah. Okay. We can be done here, right?
Sierra: The eldest. Loves to tease everyone about everything. Me in particular, about Chumstick. She likes me, but she thinks I'm stupid. Never mind her.
Ember: 2nd eldest. He ain't nice. He's also a terrible firefighter.
Ashe: 2nd youngest. Weird scales. Very weak. Hates saloons, cussing, and fun in general. Scared of flight. Hey, at least she's nice?
Waves: She's nice. I met her in a flight over to Seawing territory to get water for a fire. Don't even ask why I needed to go all the way over there, there was a problem. Anyways, I met her there. I had to get back, but we talked, shared a few of the same interests, yadda yadda. She's cool.
Cascade: The youngest. He hates my guts, but he's the best of the bunch. He thinks life is fun, hyenas are amazing, and tranquilizer darts are awesome. He's cool.
You wanna play with fire?
Trivia
"Phhbt. I'm the third wildest in the wild west and I am done with this mess.
- I'm very protective of my idiot family.
- I've been told I'm very smart, I don't believe it and I swear I'm a better firefighter.
- My paper dragons are infamous for being folded very precisely.
- I'm not super athletic. Honestly.
- I love dogs. Hyenas in particular.
- (Celestial sneaks in here to defy her "canon") Well then. Err... this is my 2nd, but not lesser, sona. Plop yourself in relationships if you want. She's themed after the Wenatchee valley in the old days, the Chumstick to Wenatchee and all Wild West. Also the local fire department.
Stick and poke tattoo?
Gallery
"This is called a shovel. You use it. Uh-huh."
Img20200708 07222742.jpg|By myself
Umber.jpeg|Aesthetic by the amazing Sby!
Umber payment.png|By QueenPeril
You wanna play, my new girl?
I wanna play with you
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