Sticks

## Backstory

They noticed it. Most definitely. Everyone always seemed to fade out of their life. One way or another, it would come to an end. Parents? They tried. Well, one tried. Sticks never got to see the other much, and never figured out what had happened to her. Their father did his best, but it couldn't last.

Gone in a flash and off into the real world Sticks went. The ones that took them in barely show their faces, and once they could take care of themselves, it was time to leave.

Jobs came, and usually stayed, but the friendliness of coworkers was nonexistent. Simple friends could barely even stick. One did throughout it all, and Sticks loved him dearly. He didn't feel quite the same. He wouldn't accept Sticks, not in that way, and soon he too slowly receded from their life.

The losses hit strong and everyone deals with them differently, and Sticks couldn't do well with it. They started closing up more and more until they barely even went out. What was the point if nothing lasts? No one even bothered to check on them, given that no one had grown close enough to care and stick around. It was almost like falling into a deep sleep, except they didn't quite make it before the mask appeared. The mask, a bird of sorts, with a long beak and marks around its eyes. A vulture.

It shined so brightly and looked so kindly, what harm could it do? The mask even seemed to know the despair of death, or perhaps that was just in their mind? Why continue this wallowing when there must be more? Sticks wished for nothing else but for the mask to not disappear as well. It waited, longer than Sticks thought it would. Then they jumped into action, they wouldn't let anything fade away again.

"I will no longer fear the End of those around me, for some pleasant time together followed by pain is better than an empty time full of regret."

## Bio

Sticks is a simple worker for a old friend at Bee's Grocers, with an overgrown apartment. They were on their own for the most part, having lost most relationships, until they found other Masketeers.

Now they're able to help more people than previously thought, with no end in near sight. Plenty of unexpected happy things have come about, and a few unwanted confrontations. Nonetheless, everything's been looking better.

## Basic Info

-Code Name: Sticks

-Real Name: Watt Yaad

-Affiliation: Bee's Grocers (long-time employee, caretaker of the greenhouse), The Lasoa City Masketeers

-Gender: Agender (any pronouns work)

-Age: 26

-Sexual Orientation: Could care less to figure this out, won't readily admit to it

-Birthday: 9/24 (September 24th)

-Hair Color: Sandy blond, rather fluffy

-Eye Color: Amber

-Height: 5'11

-Weight: About 195 lbs

-Unique Features: They have a few worn scars around their neck, usually covered up

-Spirit Animal: Red Bearded Vulture

-Color Associated: Reddish-purple

-Motivation/Inspiration: To never give into the End. No matter what may happen or change, to continue when all draws near.

-Weapon: A seemingly carefully crafted bident

-(Potential) Alternate Masks: Other vultures of the same demeanor, maybe Cape Vulture and such

-Ultimate: Underworld Call- Upon hitting the ground in a rhythm with the bident, skeletal hands will form and tear apart as much a they can.

-Other Moves: Piercing Stab. Bident Throw. New Beginnings- Allows their allies a break so they can fight better. Does a small amount of damage to the Wraiths closest to them.

### Notable Personality Traits

-Tries their best to not sound morbid (which they're succeeding at)

-Has a few attachments issues, if they grow close enough, will grow more anxious the longer someone is away

-Does what they can to protect those they like

-Tries to be gentle and respectful, but worries that they overstep boundaries

-Usually can calm someone down, having past experience

-Shakes severely and automatically hugs themselves when they have their own breakdown

-Follows instructions rather easily, but able to handle their own (whether at work or other things)

### Likes/Dislikes

Likes:

-Plants. Very much. Any sort, you name it, they'll love it. A little bit of a extra sweet spot for orchids and morning glories

-Hikes

-Shiny rocks or curious sticks they find on said hikes

-Being helpful to anyone really

-A certain mobster

-Pleasing said mobster

Dislikes:

-Being ignored

-A certain ex

-Others harming plants, carelessly or purposely, or calling them weeds

-Avoidance of serious topics and questions

## Trivia

-Aspiring florist

-Often rehouses plants, whether in their home or up a trail

-Recovering alcoholic, though they do treat themselves occasionally. Gin or wine being their go-to

-Has no known relatives left