Acanthus

Acanthus Blight-Blade
 
“(she won't admit it but) she tried to sweep you aside, wishes you died”
Exhausted, Undying Will	Exhausted, Undying Will
 	
Wheatproduct 	Wheatproduct
Alias 	N/A
Status 	Alive
Age 	15 dy / 27 hy
Pronouns 	he/she
Orientation 	Biromantic Graysexual
Tribe 	LeafWings, NightWings
Goal 	To keep going
Residence 	Snowshank
Abilities 	Fire, weak leafspeak
Loved 	Gladiolus, Canary(?)
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Appearance
 
*tall
*kind of average in stature
**very,, coil-ly vibes.
*sparkly :3 
Personality
 
*likes structure/routines
*generally quieter, introverted
*gets hit hard emotionally but usually just doesn't show it?
*solution to problems: avoid them
**feels safer when facing things with others
*pretty persuasive, likes organizing concise arguments
Skills
 
*skilled fighter 
**very practiced/strict with her forms?
*leafspeak 
**weak, usually just able to pick up vibes/vague words from the plants
**can't really communicate anything in return or help them grow at all
*artwork
**can draw
**able to quickly get gestures/features down
**pretty good memory recall n all that
History
 
His mother's name was Sundew. She said she was named after a dragon from long ago, who was herself named after a dangerous plant that liked to feast on dragons. All he could see in the name was the glimmer of water on grass in the summers. She used to help the wildflowers bloom, urging him to do the same. He tried, but all he could do was lean close and listen to their whispers. He couldn't imagine those blooming fields reaching up to consume him whole.
His father's name was Ravencall. He was named after black birds with ugly voices, though his own was smooth until dust clogged it with sharp, puncturing coughs. He always pointed to the beaches, dark as his scales, and told of a time when the heavy layers of permafrost were once rivers of molten rock. The NightWings, too, were from a place of smoke and ash. How beautiful this place was, free from that horrible inferno!
Indeed, Snowshank was beautiful. In those long, dark nights of winter, where white glimmering stretches kept the night pale. In those middays of summer, where life sprouted in a land that had once seemed desolate. Those moments when the sky was painted with ribbons of green, almost tangible… She looked up and around and reveled in the sight, rolled around in the brambles under the pine trees and romped through the snow, leaving a visible trail of her travels long after she had left.
She ran out of time for those playful retreats quickly. No matter, for she had found a much prettier treasure, buried under those towering mountains her parents disappeared into every day. 
Among the mess and all the boring and ordinary rocks were precious metals, ones that gleamed brighter than the snow, with radiant colors that outmatched every creature and plant he had ever seen. His mother offered him a lump of gold, and he held it with wonder before it was snatched out of his talons once more.
“It's not for us to keep,” she said gently, “But we can admire, for a little while. Isn't it pretty?”
He started to take more interest in the mines, wandering close to the gloom of their entrances and watching the debris from inside pile up. Watched the adults disappear down the tunnels, clutching a torch close. He got too close to the flames, once, and it left him hacking up smoke from his lungs for the rest of the day.
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*born in a mining town, thus knowing all of the intricacies and bad things also about that lifestyle
*generally had the gold digger mindset impressed on him young? the place was struggling to make ends meet to please the crown so he had to actually help out on site, mostly doing errands and whatever
*so he were constantly told about how useful he was being. how he would find all the treasures in the mountains one day
*idk lives in this fantasy where she is relevant. where she is going to find treasure!! and the crown will congratulate her on being so awesome and helpful and life would get much less tedious
*by six years old he is disillusioned
*tries to get out of snowshank by swimming (epic fail)
*meets gladiolus
*rest is history
Relationships
 
:Aethon Rush-Light
::They don't know each other well.
:Parhelion Wolven-Ash
::Too young, too ignorant, too full of silly aspirations. Acanthus is worried for the young noble, unsure if they're ready for everything ahead. She'll support them when she can, even as they prance ahead, only half listening to the advice she offers. Parhelion still seems a child to her, and she can't help the protectiveness she feels.
:Gladiolus Soaring-Branch
::A closeness that Acanthus doubts he can ever have with someone again. The memories he has of them are already fading all too quickly, even as he tries to claw it back, laying recollections down on paper before it all fades. He's yet to be able to mourn them properly.
:Thalassia Whale-Fall
::Acanthus worries for her. Thalassia constantly seems frazzled and on edge, exhaustion painting her features. She needs to rest and stop spreading herself so thin, but she's pushed him aside every time he tries offer aid. They used to be closer. Acanthus can see that she's falling apart, but he doesn't know what to do, not when he too is struggling.
:Chrysos Evening-Frost
::He's annoying, painfully so. 
:Velleity Moth-Brush
::She thought better of him.
:The Canary
::An attachment formed purely through deception... it sickens her.
Trivia
 
Gallery
 
AcanthusBlizzcatcher.png|albluu (base), Blizzcatcher (design)
GladiolusAcanthuseyeballtea.png|eyeballtea (base)
Acanthus_Gladiolus.png|Mezepheles
Reconnection_Mezepheles.png|Mezepheles
Acanthus_Gladiolus_PainGwen.jpg|PainGwen
File:AcanthusZebraDoves.jpg|ZebraDoves
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