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Sparrow Among The Trees

Called/Nickname:

  • Sparrow


Age:

  • 28


Gender:

  • Male


Sexuality:

  • Straight


Race:

  • Tribolovon | Secre


Born on:

  • Plumiix


Resides in:

  • Plumiix | Secre Dynasty


Body Build:

  • Very lanky


Role/Occupation:

  • Local Ganjía Dealer


Demeanor:

  • Very calm and relaxed, very hippy like, enjoys nature.

Likes

  • Ganjía,

  • Smell of nature,

  • Feeling the earth under his feet,

  • His friends,


Dislikes

  • Loud commotions,

  • Violence,

  • Arguments,

  • Dryada,


6 Main Personality traits:

  • Calm, Sparrow always manages to stay calm during stressful situations, and will try to de-escalate the situation.,

  • Lazy, Sparrow is probably one of the laziest Tribolovons around due to his constant stoned state and lack of being able to help around due to his disabilities.,

  • Loyal, He’s extremely loyal to his friends and will do anything to help them, includes if it risks his own life.,

  • Curious, He loves to explore new areas, smell the new smells and see new ghosts.,

  • Peaceful, He isn’t one for violence, if anything he’s completely against it. He  wishes all the tribes would just get along despite their differences.,

  • Charismatic, He’s very approachable due to his calm demeanor, just something about him makes people want to sit and listen to his stories.

PAST

Sparrow was born blind and orphaned, he’s never been able to see the way that the rest of his species could. Instead he heavily relies on scent, but unfortunately one day he wasn’t able to smell or hear the trap ahead of him… then SNAP… his left arm was then caught within a Dryada trap. The pain seared through his body all he could do is sit there and wait. After a while he start to sniff around and try to find something to help him out, that’s when he smelled a sweet aroma. He put his face to the ground where the smell was, there was a juice dripping from what he assumed was a tree. Hungry he lapped it up, soon after… the pain was gone and he saw ghostly apparitions and wild colors? He wasn’t able to truly see but he was able to see things in a different manner. Feeling no pain he faced towards the leg that was now dying and chewed it off, he knew this was a better option than waiting for the strange creatures that set the traps to kill him. After his leg off removed he got up and hobbled away, to find some more of this plant in a safer location. He was successful, he gathered as much as he could and put it in his satchel. He then caught the scent of other tribolovons, it smelled familiar so he followed it with his bag full of goods. The scent was insanely now, then…. THUD! He fell off a branch in the secre cavern he had no idea where he was. He quickly put his plants back into his satchel and huffed in pain. Suddenly a voice is heard, “Are you ok? You took a hard fall… oh my goodness are you ok!! Your leg is severely bleeding.” Instantly he was picked up and taken to the shaman whom diligently helped him heal. After he was healed the tribe helped him learn how to maneuver around the cavern. Which he learn quickly how to do, he even learned how to find his special plants that he learned was called Gajía. It wasn’t exactly a super popular plant that was used and some even are against it but it helps him “see things” so he continues to use it.


PRESENT

Many years later he had become one of the biggest dealer in Ganjía, and was very well known and liked. Only a select few disliked him, including his parents… whom abandoned him he tried to mend the relationship but they want nothing to do with him due to his coloration. One day while he was walking around the village he heard quite the commotion, something about a strange albino tribolovon that was found injured near the caverns entrance. He went to go investigate as this sounded quite intriguing to him, from what he was told the stranger was lacking scales, clawless, spikeless, and a dwarf? “How interesting” he thought to himself, he wasn’t able to talk to the new comer as he was sent straight to the shaman to heal his wounds. After a few weeks the new comer was finally allowed to explore the caverns. Sparrow instantly took advantage of this to meet the new comer. He followed his scent, until he finally found him, “Well hello there new comer! I’m Sparrow Among the Trees, but you can just call me Sparrow, whom might you be?” The new comer answered, “I’m Fugi” the new comer sounded quite frightened, from what Sparrow has heard about the Fugi, the poor guy had a nasty past which would explain his jumpy nature. After a few days of constantly visiting Fugi they became best friends. As they both are different and misfits stay together.

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