Pulp

Partial gore warning. You have been warned!
he/him · Pulp · SandWing · none
 	
Pulp 	Pulp
Background 	Background
Creator 	☮️
Artist 	Base by catgk filled in by Peace
Coder 	Peace
Code Base 	Himmalerin
Attribute 	Light gray blindfold on his head
Element 	Sand
Color 	Gold
Plant 	pulp
Song 	(Don‘t Fear) The Reaper by Blue Öyster Cult
Character 	Character
Age 	10 DY
Gender 	Male
Pronouns 	He/him/his
Orientation 	Aromantic
Occupation 	None
Tribe 	SandWing
Goal 	To die peacefully
Residence 	Edge of Sand Kingdom toward LightWing and IceWings
Relatives 	Unknown
Allies 	Queen Thorn
Enemies 	None
Likes 	Nature, plants
Dislikes 	Cacti
Powers 	Tribal
Weapons 	Fire and tail barb
Love Interests	None
Quote 	“See the pleasant Palo verde? It is in its own ecosystem.”
Appearance
Pulp is rather… unusual. Sure, he’s “just you’re plain old SandWing,” but there’s something else to him. 
He’s blind.
His horns are black, his mouth is a shade of gold, his underbelly bright yellow. The tip of his head- just below the sail on his body, is very light yellow. His sail is a medium gold, but darker than his mouth. Then his neck scales! Dark gold. Don’t ask at all.
“When I was your age, young dragonet,”…”I was relentless, nothing holding me back, even though I was blind.”
Personality
Pulp seems peaceful, relaxed, and laidback, but when he gets mad, he gets mad. Sometimes he talks about when he was a young dragonet how he almost killed his father with his tail barb, “just to try it out”. 
He prefers not to get mad. 
“My father? Oh,”…”I nearly killed him.”
History
Pulp’s POV
I was just three. Dragon years, of course. I was unstoppable, even from my blindness. Now, ahhh now. (He laughs) Now my body is somewhat weak. I’m too old. 
My history began when I hatched. My eyes were fogged over, and my father wouldn’t treat me well. […] In fact, he would make me do extra things so I wouldn’t feel “left out” whenever my siblings didn’t even care that I was the runt. The one that never got cared for. 
I hated it. With my uh… […] twelve siblings, I was left out by them all. I always had the blindfold over my eyes, so even if I wanted to see… I couldn’t. It was terrible. 
One day, my father yelled, “I HATE YOU, PULP!” and I got mad. Even though I was only three, I knew how to use my tail barb. I think you can guess where this escalates, but if not, I’ll just describe it. 
My father screamed with pain as I stabbed my barb into his body, and I realized what the color of his blood was, to say the least. That was when my mother noticed me. “PULP? WHAT DID YOU JUST DO TO YOUR FATHER?!” she yelled at me.
”I gave him what he deserves,” I said in a growling tone. “What did he deserve?” she said. I could almost see her eyes rolling. “To get killed.” She mutters, “What am I going to do with that dragonet?” and then she said, “You may have killed your father.”
Let’s go to when I was four. My mom always kept an eye on me, told my teachers to keep an eye on me, told basically everyone to keep an eye on me. “He’s a very naughty dragonet,” she would always say. I mean, it wasn’t my fault I couldn’t keep my temper back then.
The other dragonets would laugh at me because they thought that I couldn’t see them making fun of me. But one day- there was someone who for once didn’t concentrate on the fact that I was blind. I still remember Diamondback. He was my best friend.
”Come on, Pulp!” he would say when I couldn’t find my stuff because I couldn’t see it. “I’m coming, three moons, did you forget I’m blind?” I would say, laughing. “Actually, I did for the way you know your stuff!” he would joke back. 
Sometimes he’d tease me saying things like “Hey, where’d the blind dragon go? I bet he doesn’t know!” when I was right next to him. But that was the way things worked in our friendship. I didn’t mind.
My mom was still thinking I was clumsy and evil up to when I was five. That was the day I ran away. Rattlesnake watched as I picked up my items to go home from school, yet I never left. He also watched while I sat down and got out a snack. He eventually got bored and left. The second after, I exited his way.
“Pulp, what are you doing?” he asked. “Rattlesnake, I’m escaping. Please come with me.” I said sadly. “Okay, but I’ll have to leave once we get out of the school. I’ll be in your heart, but not with you.” I nearly cried. “Rattlesnake, why-“ and then he interrupted. “Because they’ll think I’m with you. And if they find us, we’ll be in huge trouble.”
We walked, and I knew our last moment together would come soon. I didn’t want to say goodbye to my best friends. When he said, “I’ll always remember you, Pulp. Always.” I felt tears well up in my eyes. “Don’t leave-“ I said, but it was too late. He was already gone.
I walked for what seemed like days, and I got to a secluded place. That’s where I am now, dragonets. A case to the ages, most assume I’m dead. But I’m not. […] In fact, I’m more alive than I’ve ever been!
End of History
“Well…”
Relationships
Diamondback: Pulp cherishes Diamondback as his first(and only) friend. He didn’t know that Diamondback had feelings for him, although he tried to make it blatantly clear. Pulp knew Diamondback better than anyone else did, and they parted ways when they both escaped.
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“Don’t leave me, Diamondback! I’ll always remember you!”
Trivia
*He is blind 
* Pulp is a SandWing
* He is currently 10 DY
* He escaped his home 
"Quote goes here." 
~Speaker
Gallery
File:PulpHeadshot.jpeg
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