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[break]flea
[break]50
[break]
male
[break]familiar
[break]january 5th
[break]street gang member
[break]unsure
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[attr="class","letitle"]appearance
[attr="class","smoll"]Flea is a small and wimpy rooster that stands at 5'3". He has a slim and lanky build with a body covered in a scars of varying sizes. He has fair skin with pink undertones, his skin normally appears unblemished but it's not unusual for him to be seen with bandages on his face every so often. Flea has a sharp face shape with plump cheeks. His eyebrows are thick and uniquely shaped while he has almond-shaped golden eyes to go with. His hair is blonde in color and has an extremely messy look and cut.[break][break]
His choice of wear usually consists of hand-me down clothing he was given from various members of his gang. Some loose t-shirts with tattered jeans and worn out sneakers.
[break]His choice of wear usually consists of hand-me down clothing he was given from various members of his gang. Some loose t-shirts with tattered jeans and worn out sneakers.
[attr="class","letitle"]personality
[attr="class","smoll"]POSITIVE[BREAK]
- Adaptive[BREAK]
- Forgiving[BREAK]
- Loyal[BREAK]
- Sensitive[BREAK]
- Honest[BREAK]
NEGATIVE[BREAK]
- Coward[BREAK]
- Finicky[BREAK]
- Weak-willed[BREAK]
- Clumsy[BREAK]
- Oblivious[BREAK]
[BREAK]
MISC[BREAK]
- LIKES compliments, sunflower seeds, warmth, being of use, pumpkin seeds, trails mix, being on the receiving end of affection, small animals[BREAK]
- DISLIKES violence, pain, kitchens, knives, talks of eating any kind of chicken, jokes about eating him, negative behaviors, [BREAK]
- Flea reacts to positive re-enforcement or comments over neutral/bad responses. He'll most likely become more intense[BREAK]
- Flea engages in feather plucking as a result of extreme stress and being overwhelmed. It is a bad coping method he picked up on in his youth and has been unfortunate in being able to shake it off.[BREAK]
- Flea is very clumsy and has a habit of stumbling, tripping, or even knocking himself into things without meaning to.[BREAK]
- Flea is horrible with picking up on social cues or any kind of mannerisms, bad at reading the mood and generally anything in relation to this. He's much more used to chicken behavior than he is human behaviors.[BREAK]
- Flea is afraid of being around any to all kind of kitchens, especially if utensils or ingredients are out due to prior experiences. He might even go as far as to refuse eating food until he feels he is able to trust the person in particular. [BREAK]
- His soulmate is Zora Thompson.[BREAK]
[break]- Adaptive[BREAK]
- Forgiving[BREAK]
- Loyal[BREAK]
- Sensitive[BREAK]
- Honest[BREAK]
NEGATIVE[BREAK]
- Coward[BREAK]
- Finicky[BREAK]
- Weak-willed[BREAK]
- Clumsy[BREAK]
- Oblivious[BREAK]
[BREAK]
MISC[BREAK]
- LIKES compliments, sunflower seeds, warmth, being of use, pumpkin seeds, trails mix, being on the receiving end of affection, small animals[BREAK]
- DISLIKES violence, pain, kitchens, knives, talks of eating any kind of chicken, jokes about eating him, negative behaviors, [BREAK]
- Flea reacts to positive re-enforcement or comments over neutral/bad responses. He'll most likely become more intense[BREAK]
- Flea engages in feather plucking as a result of extreme stress and being overwhelmed. It is a bad coping method he picked up on in his youth and has been unfortunate in being able to shake it off.[BREAK]
- Flea is very clumsy and has a habit of stumbling, tripping, or even knocking himself into things without meaning to.[BREAK]
- Flea is horrible with picking up on social cues or any kind of mannerisms, bad at reading the mood and generally anything in relation to this. He's much more used to chicken behavior than he is human behaviors.[BREAK]
- Flea is afraid of being around any to all kind of kitchens, especially if utensils or ingredients are out due to prior experiences. He might even go as far as to refuse eating food until he feels he is able to trust the person in particular. [BREAK]
- His soulmate is Zora Thompson.[BREAK]
[attr="class","letitle"]abilites
[attr="class","smoll"]SHIELD CREATION | (BEGINNER) [BREAK]
COUNTER SPELLS | (BEGINNER)[BREAK]
HEALING | (BEGINNER)[BREAK]
ENHANCED SIGHT & BALANCE | (NATURAL)[BREAK]
WING MANIFESTATION | (ADVANCED)[BREAK]
ROOSTER FORM | (EXPERT)[BREAK]
[break]COUNTER SPELLS | (BEGINNER)[BREAK]
HEALING | (BEGINNER)[BREAK]
ENHANCED SIGHT & BALANCE | (NATURAL)[BREAK]
WING MANIFESTATION | (ADVANCED)[BREAK]
ROOSTER FORM | (EXPERT)[BREAK]
[attr="class","letitle"]history
[attr="class","smoll"]Born to a family that handled him more as an animal and never as man. He, who currently at the time had been unnamed was one of the few chickens to have been born within the second clutch of the family. His childhood wasn't anything of any note but for as long as he had been aware he was a chicken only. Raised with the same amount of care as any of his other siblings up until the point where he progressed in age. [break][break]
Once had he been held with use in the eye of his parents but reality dawned on him the day when many of his siblings about his age or even his age began to show rapid progression and use that he, himself did not. The attention he received was less and less, more often not did he become his siblings favorite to pick on and bully since they knew with him he was easy target.[break][break]
His mother no longer had any use for him, his siblings him as a fodder to sharpen their claw and use as their personal punching bag. The stress of the entire situation had him in extreme stress to a point of plucking his feathers. The time finally came when he thought himself to be free, what was disguised as a promise of rehoming was an unfortunate business deal that consisted of him not having one clue what awaited him.[break][break]
Upon arrival at his new home the first thing that he learned was the fact that he wasn't just a chicken, that this whole time there was a part of him he was never aware of. The first time of shifting into a human was both equally the most terrifying but peculiar for him. It didn't help his owner at the time insisted he'd get used to it so he did all he could to make him happy.[break][break]
Having come out of a situation of abuse and extreme stress he was the furthest from being in a good state. Severely underweight, recovering from broken limbs. His new owner had been a complete different from his living standards. Not talking down to him, giving him as much food as his heart desire. The only thing that was forced was him becoming a human; through this interactions was he able to slowly learn how to speak, how he learned basic mannerisms and things outside of being a chicken.[break][break]
The best day he had so far was when he was given a name. Having grown up without an identity but unfortunately he had no idea the meaning or implications of his name but the rooster took it from stride. From this day onward was when he started going by Flea. Happiness consumed him, finally did he feel like he had a placed he belong but once more had he faced reality the moment he was called into the kitchen one day.[break][break]
His owner hadn't been the same friendly face they'd always been before this point. A lot more stern and commanding; from the way the kitchen had been stocked up on supplies to how various sharp knives and seasoning had been so casually placed out did Flea slowly connect the dots. It was a random chance of luck did he manage to get his chance to escape. His owner left the room to retrieve something and Flea acted purely on survival instinct. [break][break]
All it took was taking a heavy object to a window and that was how he made his escape. All he recalled was running, running for as long as he could even if it hurt to do. Eventually a blackout of exhaustion happened and the next time he awoke; he had been in a place unfamiliar to him. Faces of men who looked scarier than his previous owner but Flea accepted his fate.[break][break]
A fortunate result came from this; while it was better than not being someone's meal he still got roped into joining a shoddy gang due to his naivety and lack of ability to understand when something is a scam. [break][break]
Flea spends his days wandering around Lorsette, learning more and more about the world around him and what it means to live as human.
[break]Once had he been held with use in the eye of his parents but reality dawned on him the day when many of his siblings about his age or even his age began to show rapid progression and use that he, himself did not. The attention he received was less and less, more often not did he become his siblings favorite to pick on and bully since they knew with him he was easy target.[break][break]
His mother no longer had any use for him, his siblings him as a fodder to sharpen their claw and use as their personal punching bag. The stress of the entire situation had him in extreme stress to a point of plucking his feathers. The time finally came when he thought himself to be free, what was disguised as a promise of rehoming was an unfortunate business deal that consisted of him not having one clue what awaited him.[break][break]
Upon arrival at his new home the first thing that he learned was the fact that he wasn't just a chicken, that this whole time there was a part of him he was never aware of. The first time of shifting into a human was both equally the most terrifying but peculiar for him. It didn't help his owner at the time insisted he'd get used to it so he did all he could to make him happy.[break][break]
Having come out of a situation of abuse and extreme stress he was the furthest from being in a good state. Severely underweight, recovering from broken limbs. His new owner had been a complete different from his living standards. Not talking down to him, giving him as much food as his heart desire. The only thing that was forced was him becoming a human; through this interactions was he able to slowly learn how to speak, how he learned basic mannerisms and things outside of being a chicken.[break][break]
The best day he had so far was when he was given a name. Having grown up without an identity but unfortunately he had no idea the meaning or implications of his name but the rooster took it from stride. From this day onward was when he started going by Flea. Happiness consumed him, finally did he feel like he had a placed he belong but once more had he faced reality the moment he was called into the kitchen one day.[break][break]
His owner hadn't been the same friendly face they'd always been before this point. A lot more stern and commanding; from the way the kitchen had been stocked up on supplies to how various sharp knives and seasoning had been so casually placed out did Flea slowly connect the dots. It was a random chance of luck did he manage to get his chance to escape. His owner left the room to retrieve something and Flea acted purely on survival instinct. [break][break]
All it took was taking a heavy object to a window and that was how he made his escape. All he recalled was running, running for as long as he could even if it hurt to do. Eventually a blackout of exhaustion happened and the next time he awoke; he had been in a place unfamiliar to him. Faces of men who looked scarier than his previous owner but Flea accepted his fate.[break][break]
A fortunate result came from this; while it was better than not being someone's meal he still got roped into joining a shoddy gang due to his naivety and lack of ability to understand when something is a scam. [break][break]
Flea spends his days wandering around Lorsette, learning more and more about the world around him and what it means to live as human.
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[attr="class","smoll"]NAME. Zac[break]
AGE. 21[BREAK]
GENDER.Nonbinary[BREAK]
TIMEZONE. PST[BREAK]
OTHER CHARACTERS. Too many to list[BREAK]
FACECLAIM. KIMETSU NO YAIBA, zenitsu agatsuma[BREAK]
[break]AGE. 21[BREAK]
GENDER.Nonbinary[BREAK]
TIMEZONE. PST[BREAK]
OTHER CHARACTERS. Too many to list[BREAK]
FACECLAIM. KIMETSU NO YAIBA, zenitsu agatsuma[BREAK]
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