»»——-→ ፈᏒᏋᎴᎥTᏕ ←——-«« ➳ audio; ❝Fireflies❞ by Owl City ➳ art & coding by; @hold-onto-anything ➳ design from; @CHICALOVEPIZZA's DTA: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/313326684 --- The DTAEs for this are split into separate parts, for ease of coding & writing the bios, here are the others: ➳ https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/319375850/ ➳ https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/319391654/ ➳ https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/319405248/ --- »»——-→ ᏰᎥᎧ ←——-«« name; Khiiral. gender/pronouns; Male(?), fine with any pronouns. species; (Ngl he reminds me of a species one of my friends made, but that's a closed species & the creator doesn't want anyone making any more--) Some kind of dragon/cat fairy, perhaps. personality; Khiiral keeps to himself and doesn't like being discovered, will say as little as possible if spoken to. Not afraid to lash out or attack to get people to leave him alone. The only thing he cares about is the safety of his rainforest, but he cares about it greatly. likes; Solitude, sun/moonbathing, flying around. dislikes; Bugs (got some nasty mosquitoes in the rainforest y'know), anything manmade, anything that threatens his forest. aesthetic; (I believe his design is based on a moodboard, so that would most likely be his aesthetic.) backstory; The forest Khiiral watches over had been there practically forever, and certainly longer than the village that slowly grew next to it. Back when the humans first began to arrive, the rainforest was guarded by a different being, a much kinder and less hostile one. It welcomed the humans and a mutual trust formed. The humans revered their forest deity, but slowly made the same progression humankind seems doomed to, moving from a life of wood and moonlight to one of cold metal and the harsh brightness of manmade technology. To fuel their advancements, they needed wood to burn, and wasn't it helpful that they had an entire forest at their disposal? Surely their deity wouldn't mind a few missing trees? The rainforest guardian was shocked at this betrayal and tried to talk with them, but they would not listen. More and more trees that had stood undisturbed for decades fell to axes and sawblades, and the guardian retreated for a small while. It became sick from the harm to its forest, its lifeblood, and in a final attempt to save itself and its forest, it made its way to the humans' camp and attacked. The guardian, outnumbered and outclassed by the humans and their horrible weapons, fell as the trees in its forest did. But before the humans' eyes, where the first guardian had fallen another sprung up in its place, born from the mismatched parts and blazing fury of the first. This new guardian didn't think of the humans' welfare, it thought only of itself, and it struck at them with wrath that rivaled even their strongest weapons. They were driven out of the forest and have stayed well away from it since, but Khiiral is ever-vigilant, waiting for the day when they'd ever be foolish enough to return so he can finish what they started.
