DTAE [WIP] - Plinth

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Press space or click! I usually do more before putting out a WIP, but oh my goodness I fell in love with Plinth's goofy little self! (Proceeds to make Plinth a horrific creature) Art guide (more to be added): 1. Rendered halfbody! They're a strange little thing for sure. 2. Original reference by @ellieartworks --- Name: Plinth Nickname(s): Plinth, or just 'the thing'. They're used to both, really. Pronouns/Gender: She/they, genderless/agender Species: Draconic demon, also known as a "wyrm" Age: Immortal, and has been since the birth of their world. Several hundred years old at this point Plinth is sick and tired of immortals in general. They're all stuck up, on their holier-than-thou mission to uproot the natural order and extend the lives of their planets. Everyone and everything has its day. That's the whole idea, that's what stops the universe from approaching entropy. Things need to die so everything else can live. But of course, all the great-and-powerful Immortal Council can think of is the glory of the worship their pride brings. The planets are going to die one way or another, but if they're left to their natural life cycle- destroyed when they reach the end of their lives- there's much less mass destruction across the planetary system. And if the Immortals get too uppity, they could actually figure out a way to delay the planet's death to dangerous lengths. Unlikely, but not impossible. Well. They can't delay it if they're no longer in the picture. Several smaller figures have gone... missing... in the last few decades. Not noticeable enough for anyone to notice, just to imagine that the individuals absent from meetings have grown cold feet or forgotten the date. Plinth's working her way up, though. She'll get someone important eventually. Just has to be a good time for it. And she certainly can wait, unlike them. They've ruled their silly little empire for thousands of years. It can survive for a few more before dying out, she supposes. --- Random facts: - Plinth has no eyes. She uses a faint sort of magical echolocation to "see." She's fine in the dark, but has to rely on hearing and smell if she has to travel through a magic dampener's area. - The bandage on her neck covers up an unsettlingly wide set of jaws. Her gums bleed a red ichor nearly constantly. It's not technically blood, though- it tastes of vinegar and salt. - Plinth can fly quite well, but prefers the ground unless it's very dark out, as a good portion of the Immortals enjoy rocketing around in the lower atmosphere. - The "mask" on her head is actually more of a very thick keratin growth, not unlike horns for moose and gazelle. She sheds it once every three decades or so, and hides away for a month afterwards while it regrows. - Plinth enjoys watermelons. An embarrassing amount. She should be taking people's livestock, but noooo... watermelons. - Plinth finds holding things difficult at times. Cloven hooves aren't the best for grabbing items. (Might add more later, I finished this on a whim at 3 AM)