Name: Firefly Age: 3 years old Gender: Female Tribe: HiveWing Personality: More than anything, Firefly wants to know the answers to her burning questions. She's bright, intuitive and daring, and isn't afraid to be nosy and ask dangerous questions. She follows her heart instead of her mind, and is very emotional and passionate. Writing is one of her many passions, which is why she keeps a journal at her house and jots down her hopes, dreams, and bad drawings onto it. A bit oddly, she's very neat and organized. Build: She's very small and slender, and less muscular than usual HiveWings. Other: She can emit a faint form of nitrious oxide, or laughing gas, that can make a dragonet almost faint and an adult slightly dizzy. Strength: 1 1/2 out of 5 Intellect: 4 out of 5 Speed: 3 out of 5 Fire: 0 out of 5 Senses: 3 out of 5 Residence: Darkling HIve Backstory: Her mother and father are soldiers currently stationed in Darkling Hive, where Firefly and her twin sister were born. Roleplay example: Firefly thoughtfully tapped the charred stick against her cheek, pondering her friend's argument. Burned into a fiery crisp by flamesilk, tortured by the Queen's soldiers, being stuck in a dusty cold prison forever... none of those were more important than figuring this mystery out and saving countless lives. Even he had to understand that. She whipped back around to face her friend, her small wings already humming with anticipation. "Look," she began, bending down to trace geometric patterns in the dust with her stick. "You said that we'll die if we try to free the prisoners. Well, if we don't figure this out and save them, it could mean life-or-death for all of the Hives. So we might as well die trying to stop it, instead of just sitting in a corner and giving up. She tapped the map she had drawn on the floor and looked up at him with sparkling eyes. "You with me or not?"
