TBSP: Ricken [P1]

NAME
Ricken

ALIAS
Lightbulb - Given to him by villagers. He hates it.

GENDER
Genderless - Both biological and identity. He does go with male pronouns though, since people just associate his voice with the gender.

SPAWN POINT
Golden Country

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
Ricken is short and stocky, with short legs and long arms which end in big, fluffy hands. His chest and shoulders are completely encased in fur, sticking up wildly in different directions. Extendend strands on his back form impractical wings. Another tuft of fur rests on his head, above long ears. His tail, even longer, is fluffy and tends to show his every emotion. His fur is light cream, with golden and yellow accents. For some reason he occasionally glows. Ricken has no control over it and doesn't know why it happens.

VOICE
His voice is surprisingly full and deep. It is usually firm and stoic, but tends to crack when he gets excited and/or flustered.

HEIGHT
3'9''

WEIGHT
80 lbs

TALENTS

• good sense of directions
• has a soothing presence

HOBBIES

• knitting (don't tell anyone tho)

PERSONALITY

aloof • shy • gentle • protective • easily flustered
Likes to act tough, distanced, brave and practical but is actually just really shy and tries to mask it with a heroic facade. Is in fact rather friendly and protective of others and likes affection, even if he gets all bashful pretends he doesn't. Says he hates getting petted but he doesn't (lovin it).

LIKES & DISLIKES

+ being petted (no--)
+ warm, comfy spaces
+ knitting stuff for others (and pretending he found it somewhere as a gift)
- being alone
- bold/pesky people
- fighting

SKILL SETS

Attack: 4/5
Defense: 5/5
Speed: 1/5
Agility: 1/5
Endurance: 4/5

Sanity: 4/5
Confidence: 3/5
Bravery: 4/5
Intelligence: 3/5
Charisma: 2/5

WEAPON His fists. Theyre rather large and pack quite a punch. He's not the fasted fighter and will rather sponge a few hits and try to land decisive blows up close.

ITEMS

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RELATIONSHIPS

tba

RP EXAMPLE
Dalia had enough of his words. Enough of hearing that... name. Her heels dug into the ground as she stopped, abruptly, before facing the young man again. "My name is Dalia!" she yelled at him, trembling with anger. He was smart to keep his distance from her, she thought bitterly, the boiling rage inside her just begging to lash out on him physically. "I've had enough of this family, I've had enough of those rituals, and above all, I've had enough of you." She spat out the last word with as much disgust as she could muster. "I am leaving. You can tell the family I'm dead, for all I care. I might aswell be to them." The young woman turned around, without gracing the young man without another glare, and gave Taka a sign to follow her. The poor thing had cowered under a tree, uncomfortable by his masters yelling. The angry tears she had been holding in finally fell down her face as she left behind her golden cage, and the only person who cared enough to just ler her go like that. Imagining the face he must be wearing right this moment was enough for her to choke up. Taka walked close by her, and didn't leave her side for a second as they disappeared into the forest. An old habit caught up with her - reaching for a strand of hair. It was out of her usual reach - Now cut short, like her ties to that family.

ACHIEVEMENTS