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Komodo is off doing her own adventures now

Update 12/18/22: New fullbody art. Armor by me, the fullbody by @/nythero

B A S I C S:

Name: Komodo

Name Meaning:An exceptionally hot chili pepper called the Komodo Dragon

Nicknames: Modo

Closest Allies: Her dads and siblings.

Gender: Transgender Female

Sex: Biologically male

Sexuality:Undetermined

Birthday: April 3rd 39 BC

Age:

Starting Age:0 years and 3 months
Current Age:0 years and 7 months

Species: Pallas Cat

Psychical Description: Short, stocky, and full of plenty of snark. Komodo has a thick coat of curly fur, round ears, and an even rounder tail. Her coat is different shades of red, ranging from almost white to a brown red. Komodo has been blessed with a beautiful shade of purple eyes, but don’t worry, looking into them won’t cause her to go into a hostile rage. Her paw pads are a deep black, and her tongue is speckled with grey spots.

Rank: Apprentice

Traits:

Mutations: Erythristic
Dominant: Red coat, leg stripes, white faded tail, speckles, purple eyes.
Recessive: Speckled tongue, black paw pads, white chest
Carrier Grey coat, blue eyes, dark tail, orange chest

P E R S O N A L I T Y:

Positive Personality Traits:
{Honorable}-{Resourceful}-{Peaceful}

Honorable

"Are you out of your mind? I can't go back on my word; I promised Chamomile I'd help collect herbs with them. Can you imagine if I was going to go fish catching with you, but slept in all day? Yeah, pretty crappy, I'd say."

If you say you’re going to do something for someone, you gotta do it. It doesn’t matter if its taking way longer than she thought it would, and the cat in question is asking if she needs help. Komodo gets to practice her “No thanks, I got this,” face. She practices it a lot, and always gets plenty of good rest after sweating her tail off.

Resourceful

"I grew up with an absence of parents. Do you think I'm some dumb kid who would die without adults. Not dead, me. I had sore excuses for parents who would do weekly check-ups on us. Weekly. I will eat bugs if I have to, the weird eyes don't freak me out."

Komodo could survive outside of camp living on just crickets and twigs. Not that she ever go out of her way to try, but she knows one day, she might have to actually use her brain to survive. While she has no interest in becoming a healer, knowing what some plants can do could really help in a pinch. And if you find Komodo in the healer’s den, learning how to splint a broken bone with couple branches, she will outright deny any apprenticeship to them.

Peaceful

"I don't like that we're training to fight. I think I should have a choice what these claws do, and they would like nothing more than to practice botany for the rest of their life, thank you very much."

Komodo doesn’t believe in fighting, and often tries to convert the whole empire into nomads. She receives quite the backlash, which isn’t understandable. Doesn’t everyone want peace? Why make it worse by fighting each other?

Neutral Personality Traits:
{Boisterous}-{Particular}-{Excitable}

Boisterous:

"TINY LITTLE THINGS WERE BORN YESTERDAY? Ooohhhh they look so weird! What, I looked like that?! I only know about seeds, not about how baby me came about. Oh? I'm loud again? Sorry, sorry, I'll leave them in peace! They can't hear me anyway, their little ears are folded down- okay, okay, holding breath now. Ssssheesh."

Komodo doesn’t have an inside voice, but that’s okay, because they’re always outside. But being unnaturally loud makes you a horrible sneak attack artist, so Komodo will rather not talk than try and figure out what volume control is. She doesn’t have very much limb control either, which makes it awkward when you talk about never wanting to hurt someone, but accidently slap your sister with your tail when making a point. Terribly awkward.

Particular:

"Surprise? Sorry, I'm busy right now. Tell me what it is, and I'll fit it into my schedule sometime this week. I don't care if that's not how surprises work. Suck it up, my friend. I'm a busy lady!"

Komodo really prefers to have the same routine every day and likes to know special events at least three days in advance. Surprise adventures will get questioned, and either denied or pushed back until the next day. She has no problems with pre-planned adventures, and hates surprises. She likes to wake up at the same time every day, visit the blacksmith’s den at the same time, and eat with the same people. This can be a problem when other cubs want to be her friend, but she has to schedule their friend-making adventure in two more days from now.

Excitable:

"You actually found a carnivorous plant?! Did you bring it with you? AAAAAAAAAA!!"

You can show Komodo the strangest things, and she’ll immediately start frothing at the mouth and dancing around. It’s too easy, everything is so cool and deserves to be drooled over. So if you hear her screaming, and find out it’s over a plain looking beetle, hey, it was totally a cool discovery.

Negative Personality Traits:
{Picky}-{Overthinker}-{Critical}

Picky

"Is that...a toad? No, It's just...bumpy. Ew, and its eyes are all bulging...no, no, no. No thank you. I shall starve. Feed this monstrosity to Iggy."
Like being particular, Komodo is very picky. She only likes a certain type of food, and if you give her a bluebird when she’s used to eating blackbirds, she’ll be very upset and may even refuse to eat. She only likes her water fresh, soaked in moss. If its been sitting out for an hour or more, you might as well get a new one rather than watch her refuse to drink water. Sometimes, if someone else brings her something, it throws her off. If its not Storm, Rai, or her siblings, she’ll assume its for someone else and will ask her dads.
Overthinker

"Should I replant the rosemary? I think it's too close to these rocks....but it's only a simple herb. I don't want it to become stunted in growth. Nobody likes being short if they can help it, after all."
Komodo is certainly a chronic overthinker. With so many ideals she holds herself to, if she messes up, it can feel like the end of the world. Komodo keeps all of her overthinkery in her brain, so it gets very overwhelming at times. Sometimes she wishes she didn’t have the brain to overthink, but then she’d be running around like a headless chicken.
Critical

"Dad, I ate a wasp yesterday? I'm going to die, aren't I? They're venomous, and venom and me do not mix! At all! Or will I become some weird, mutant bug cat? Oh god, I think I'd rather wither."
Komodo is way too critical of herself for someone her age. Her actions could totally change the world! Or cause a species genocide, or the next Empire – Hunter war, or cause mosquitos to turn into the size of koalas and suck up all their blood. So, she treads carefully, and plans ahead. If giant bugs take over the world, it was obviously because she didn’t eat breakfast at exactly sunrise last morning.

B A C K S T O R Y:

Far before Komodo even existed, it started with two rouge cats named Sugar and Spice. They lived just outside of the city called Massilia, but their past began in the heart of the city. First meeting only because they worked in the same shopping distract, the two were enraptured with the idea of nature and living among it.

So, they did the unthinkable- they left the city, earning their faces a one-way ticket onto wanted board. Thought one may think this would be utterly horrible, neither of them cared. Messing around outside the city was much too fun for a care about the impending doom of being wanted. Rather than running away further, the two decided to have some fun, by stealing fish from the hardworking fishermen of the city.

The two young thieves racked up a bounty, though always avoiding the Wardens of the city. Eventually though, the disappeared completely from the public, leaving rumors of their disappearance in their wake. For they had something much more important to deal with, in fact, four little important somethings.

That’s when Komodo was born, but her parents didn’t bother to give her that name. All their cubs were identified by the color of their pelt, and thus, this particular deep red cat was dubbed, “Maroon”. She had the most distaste about that name, as it was far too masculine for her liking. The strangest thing was, that she had not been born a she, but felt as if being a he was wrong. It was devastating when her parents didn’t approve of her so called “fantasies”. Neither of them was around very much, and her siblings didn’t think it was weird.

Maroon soon began dreading their parents’ return, the short, but brutal conversations about how their “son” was doing while they were away. Awkward glances and stunted responses were given, but no outward denials. Once they were weaned, Sugar and Spice slowly stopped visiting as often. Maroon found that she would rather starve than be called their son ever again, though her siblings complained about being dreadfully hungry. Maroon found that complaining about her rumbling stomach might bring the awful Sugar and Spice back once more.

They still came around, from time to time, and talked amongst each other about the city. Neither of them seemed worried about sneaky little cub ears, but all of them heard enough to know where their parents went and what they did. Maroon was hesitant about going to a strange city to find their thieving, awful parents. The den was horribly cramped, though. The four of them practically lived off of the rarely caught bugs and occasional mouse. They were hungry, cramped, and an escape was inevitable. Maroon’s sister, named the very unique ‘Red’, led their group into the nearby city.

The city was far too busy for any sane cat, and Maroon honestly just wanted to find food and go home. The four of them had rehearsed the kindest of words, but their request for fish ended up putting them behind metal bars. The others seemed triumphant about them eventually getting food shoved in their cage, and Maroon wouldn’t disagree. The situation was…somber. They would have been better off in outskirts of the city, where at least they got to see daylight. Maroon was thoughtful and kept these angry thoughts to herself, not wanting to further upset her siblings.

Another cat was added to the cage, and he would have had better luck in a cage with sharks. Okay, maybe not, but the four cubs seriously had no one to talk to. This was a dark spotted guy named Storm, who became attached to them almost as quickly as they did. After finding out the unfortunate situation of their names, he gave the four unnamed cubs new names. These ones were thoughtful, and apparently spicy. Whatever that meant.

Komodo beat a weird color any day.

Strange cats arrived and broke the five of them out of the creaky rusted cages, bringing them to a strange, snowy mountain-scape called Ice Empire. It was all new, and strange. Komodo found herself with two new figures in her life, who were better parents than Sugar and Spice ever were.

E X T R A:

Quirks and Random Fun Facts:

“What do you mean I sound like I was raised by an emperor? You have a weird voice too, like you were raised by hippos!”

Komodo has a very distinct accent, almost as if she was born to a royal family. Royal family or not, she makes it very clear that it shouldn’t matter what your voice sounds like.

“That’s way too close for comfort, can’t you move like, ten feet away? I like you just fine, but you’re way too close. Its not practical, how do you expect to do anything when we’re trippin over each other.”

Komodo requires an excessive amount of personal space, otherwise you risk loud complaining. While she may not be physically affectionate, she certainly shows her love in other ways.

“Um, plants are normal. Why wouldn’t you plant something and watch it grow? Sure, its like, a lot of work. But it looks cool!”

Komodo enjoys gardening, and while this can be considered a strange hobby, she doesn’t particularly care. She doesn’t do it for food source or even as medicine, but just as a pleasurable activity. Unsurprisingly, her favorite plant is catnip, but not for the reason you’d think. Whenever Komodo rolls around in catnip, her voice becomes considerably higher, which gives her gender euphoria. So…she has quite the collection of the stuff.

“I wish we could be civil about everything and live happily and not fight.”

Komodo doesn’t believe in fighting and is a sworn pacifist. She even tried to give up eating prey for a whole month but was scolded by the healers. Apparently, she couldn’t survive on purely plants and fruit.

Family:

Father: Storm | himbo | alive

Father: Rai | twink | alive

Sibling: Paprika | Pallas Cat | Alive

Sibling: Ignacio | Pallas Cat | Alive

Sibling: Caldera | Pallas Cat | Alive

Mate:

“I could write a romantic comedy about that.”

Crush:

“Like, super funny.”

Mentor:

"Anubis seems pretty chill, but I don't think she understands the growth cycle of a sunflower. Or wants to treak into Lighting Empire to steal all their plants. She called it 'overkill'. You know what I call it? Free real estate."

Past mentor:

“Feels weird to have no one, so I proclaim this plant as my past mentor. She shriveled up and died this morning. I am devastated.”

Apprentice:

“All the alive plants could be? They don’t talk much.”

Wanted Status:

“Maybe murder? I’m not going back to the city to find out.”

Description

Komodo is off doing her own adventures now

Update 12/18/22: New fullbody art. Armor by me, the fullbody by @/nythero

B A S I C S:

Name: Komodo

Name Meaning:An exceptionally hot chili pepper called the Komodo Dragon

Nicknames: Modo

Closest Allies: Her dads and siblings.

Gender: Transgender Female

Sex: Biologically male

Sexuality:Undetermined

Birthday: April 3rd 39 BC

Age:

Starting Age:0 years and 3 months
Current Age:0 years and 7 months

Species: Pallas Cat

Psychical Description: Short, stocky, and full of plenty of snark. Komodo has a thick coat of curly fur, round ears, and an even rounder tail. Her coat is different shades of red, ranging from almost white to a brown red. Komodo has been blessed with a beautiful shade of purple eyes, but don’t worry, looking into them won’t cause her to go into a hostile rage. Her paw pads are a deep black, and her tongue is speckled with grey spots.

Rank: Apprentice

Traits:

Mutations: Erythristic
Dominant: Red coat, leg stripes, white faded tail, speckles, purple eyes.
Recessive: Speckled tongue, black paw pads, white chest
Carrier Grey coat, blue eyes, dark tail, orange chest

P E R S O N A L I T Y:

Positive Personality Traits:
{Honorable}-{Resourceful}-{Peaceful}

Honorable

"Are you out of your mind? I can't go back on my word; I promised Chamomile I'd help collect herbs with them. Can you imagine if I was going to go fish catching with you, but slept in all day? Yeah, pretty crappy, I'd say."

If you say you’re going to do something for someone, you gotta do it. It doesn’t matter if its taking way longer than she thought it would, and the cat in question is asking if she needs help. Komodo gets to practice her “No thanks, I got this,” face. She practices it a lot, and always gets plenty of good rest after sweating her tail off.

Resourceful

"I grew up with an absence of parents. Do you think I'm some dumb kid who would die without adults. Not dead, me. I had sore excuses for parents who would do weekly check-ups on us. Weekly. I will eat bugs if I have to, the weird eyes don't freak me out."

Komodo could survive outside of camp living on just crickets and twigs. Not that she ever go out of her way to try, but she knows one day, she might have to actually use her brain to survive. While she has no interest in becoming a healer, knowing what some plants can do could really help in a pinch. And if you find Komodo in the healer’s den, learning how to splint a broken bone with couple branches, she will outright deny any apprenticeship to them.

Peaceful

"I don't like that we're training to fight. I think I should have a choice what these claws do, and they would like nothing more than to practice botany for the rest of their life, thank you very much."

Komodo doesn’t believe in fighting, and often tries to convert the whole empire into nomads. She receives quite the backlash, which isn’t understandable. Doesn’t everyone want peace? Why make it worse by fighting each other?

Neutral Personality Traits:
{Boisterous}-{Particular}-{Excitable}

Boisterous:

"TINY LITTLE THINGS WERE BORN YESTERDAY? Ooohhhh they look so weird! What, I looked like that?! I only know about seeds, not about how baby me came about. Oh? I'm loud again? Sorry, sorry, I'll leave them in peace! They can't hear me anyway, their little ears are folded down- okay, okay, holding breath now. Ssssheesh."

Komodo doesn’t have an inside voice, but that’s okay, because they’re always outside. But being unnaturally loud makes you a horrible sneak attack artist, so Komodo will rather not talk than try and figure out what volume control is. She doesn’t have very much limb control either, which makes it awkward when you talk about never wanting to hurt someone, but accidently slap your sister with your tail when making a point. Terribly awkward.

Particular:

"Surprise? Sorry, I'm busy right now. Tell me what it is, and I'll fit it into my schedule sometime this week. I don't care if that's not how surprises work. Suck it up, my friend. I'm a busy lady!"

Komodo really prefers to have the same routine every day and likes to know special events at least three days in advance. Surprise adventures will get questioned, and either denied or pushed back until the next day. She has no problems with pre-planned adventures, and hates surprises. She likes to wake up at the same time every day, visit the blacksmith’s den at the same time, and eat with the same people. This can be a problem when other cubs want to be her friend, but she has to schedule their friend-making adventure in two more days from now.

Excitable:

"You actually found a carnivorous plant?! Did you bring it with you? AAAAAAAAAA!!"

You can show Komodo the strangest things, and she’ll immediately start frothing at the mouth and dancing around. It’s too easy, everything is so cool and deserves to be drooled over. So if you hear her screaming, and find out it’s over a plain looking beetle, hey, it was totally a cool discovery.

Negative Personality Traits:
{Picky}-{Overthinker}-{Critical}

Picky

"Is that...a toad? No, It's just...bumpy. Ew, and its eyes are all bulging...no, no, no. No thank you. I shall starve. Feed this monstrosity to Iggy."
Like being particular, Komodo is very picky. She only likes a certain type of food, and if you give her a bluebird when she’s used to eating blackbirds, she’ll be very upset and may even refuse to eat. She only likes her water fresh, soaked in moss. If its been sitting out for an hour or more, you might as well get a new one rather than watch her refuse to drink water. Sometimes, if someone else brings her something, it throws her off. If its not Storm, Rai, or her siblings, she’ll assume its for someone else and will ask her dads.
Overthinker

"Should I replant the rosemary? I think it's too close to these rocks....but it's only a simple herb. I don't want it to become stunted in growth. Nobody likes being short if they can help it, after all."
Komodo is certainly a chronic overthinker. With so many ideals she holds herself to, if she messes up, it can feel like the end of the world. Komodo keeps all of her overthinkery in her brain, so it gets very overwhelming at times. Sometimes she wishes she didn’t have the brain to overthink, but then she’d be running around like a headless chicken.
Critical

"Dad, I ate a wasp yesterday? I'm going to die, aren't I? They're venomous, and venom and me do not mix! At all! Or will I become some weird, mutant bug cat? Oh god, I think I'd rather wither."
Komodo is way too critical of herself for someone her age. Her actions could totally change the world! Or cause a species genocide, or the next Empire – Hunter war, or cause mosquitos to turn into the size of koalas and suck up all their blood. So, she treads carefully, and plans ahead. If giant bugs take over the world, it was obviously because she didn’t eat breakfast at exactly sunrise last morning.

B A C K S T O R Y:

Far before Komodo even existed, it started with two rouge cats named Sugar and Spice. They lived just outside of the city called Massilia, but their past began in the heart of the city. First meeting only because they worked in the same shopping distract, the two were enraptured with the idea of nature and living among it.

So, they did the unthinkable- they left the city, earning their faces a one-way ticket onto wanted board. Thought one may think this would be utterly horrible, neither of them cared. Messing around outside the city was much too fun for a care about the impending doom of being wanted. Rather than running away further, the two decided to have some fun, by stealing fish from the hardworking fishermen of the city.

The two young thieves racked up a bounty, though always avoiding the Wardens of the city. Eventually though, the disappeared completely from the public, leaving rumors of their disappearance in their wake. For they had something much more important to deal with, in fact, four little important somethings.

That’s when Komodo was born, but her parents didn’t bother to give her that name. All their cubs were identified by the color of their pelt, and thus, this particular deep red cat was dubbed, “Maroon”. She had the most distaste about that name, as it was far too masculine for her liking. The strangest thing was, that she had not been born a she, but felt as if being a he was wrong. It was devastating when her parents didn’t approve of her so called “fantasies”. Neither of them was around very much, and her siblings didn’t think it was weird.

Maroon soon began dreading their parents’ return, the short, but brutal conversations about how their “son” was doing while they were away. Awkward glances and stunted responses were given, but no outward denials. Once they were weaned, Sugar and Spice slowly stopped visiting as often. Maroon found that she would rather starve than be called their son ever again, though her siblings complained about being dreadfully hungry. Maroon found that complaining about her rumbling stomach might bring the awful Sugar and Spice back once more.

They still came around, from time to time, and talked amongst each other about the city. Neither of them seemed worried about sneaky little cub ears, but all of them heard enough to know where their parents went and what they did. Maroon was hesitant about going to a strange city to find their thieving, awful parents. The den was horribly cramped, though. The four of them practically lived off of the rarely caught bugs and occasional mouse. They were hungry, cramped, and an escape was inevitable. Maroon’s sister, named the very unique ‘Red’, led their group into the nearby city.

The city was far too busy for any sane cat, and Maroon honestly just wanted to find food and go home. The four of them had rehearsed the kindest of words, but their request for fish ended up putting them behind metal bars. The others seemed triumphant about them eventually getting food shoved in their cage, and Maroon wouldn’t disagree. The situation was…somber. They would have been better off in outskirts of the city, where at least they got to see daylight. Maroon was thoughtful and kept these angry thoughts to herself, not wanting to further upset her siblings.

Another cat was added to the cage, and he would have had better luck in a cage with sharks. Okay, maybe not, but the four cubs seriously had no one to talk to. This was a dark spotted guy named Storm, who became attached to them almost as quickly as they did. After finding out the unfortunate situation of their names, he gave the four unnamed cubs new names. These ones were thoughtful, and apparently spicy. Whatever that meant.

Komodo beat a weird color any day.

Strange cats arrived and broke the five of them out of the creaky rusted cages, bringing them to a strange, snowy mountain-scape called Ice Empire. It was all new, and strange. Komodo found herself with two new figures in her life, who were better parents than Sugar and Spice ever were.

E X T R A:

Quirks and Random Fun Facts:

“What do you mean I sound like I was raised by an emperor? You have a weird voice too, like you were raised by hippos!”

Komodo has a very distinct accent, almost as if she was born to a royal family. Royal family or not, she makes it very clear that it shouldn’t matter what your voice sounds like.

“That’s way too close for comfort, can’t you move like, ten feet away? I like you just fine, but you’re way too close. Its not practical, how do you expect to do anything when we’re trippin over each other.”

Komodo requires an excessive amount of personal space, otherwise you risk loud complaining. While she may not be physically affectionate, she certainly shows her love in other ways.

“Um, plants are normal. Why wouldn’t you plant something and watch it grow? Sure, its like, a lot of work. But it looks cool!”

Komodo enjoys gardening, and while this can be considered a strange hobby, she doesn’t particularly care. She doesn’t do it for food source or even as medicine, but just as a pleasurable activity. Unsurprisingly, her favorite plant is catnip, but not for the reason you’d think. Whenever Komodo rolls around in catnip, her voice becomes considerably higher, which gives her gender euphoria. So…she has quite the collection of the stuff.

“I wish we could be civil about everything and live happily and not fight.”

Komodo doesn’t believe in fighting and is a sworn pacifist. She even tried to give up eating prey for a whole month but was scolded by the healers. Apparently, she couldn’t survive on purely plants and fruit.

Family:

Father: Storm | himbo | alive

Father: Rai | twink | alive

Sibling: Paprika | Pallas Cat | Alive

Sibling: Ignacio | Pallas Cat | Alive

Sibling: Caldera | Pallas Cat | Alive

Mate:

“I could write a romantic comedy about that.”

Crush:

“Like, super funny.”

Mentor:

"Anubis seems pretty chill, but I don't think she understands the growth cycle of a sunflower. Or wants to treak into Lighting Empire to steal all their plants. She called it 'overkill'. You know what I call it? Free real estate."

Past mentor:

“Feels weird to have no one, so I proclaim this plant as my past mentor. She shriveled up and died this morning. I am devastated.”

Apprentice:

“All the alive plants could be? They don’t talk much.”

Wanted Status:

“Maybe murder? I’m not going back to the city to find out.”