Talk:Who Are You? (Accepting OCs)/@comment-43788761-20191012185108/@comment-43788761-20191013011312

heck with it I'll chuck this one into the Void and let the uncaring and chaotic Universe do as she pleases:

Name: Lychee

Gender: N/A

Age: 42 (tortoise)

Personality: When in a group, they're calm and collected, focusing almost entirely upon the group's goal. They will work tirelessly and patiently, seldom concerned with distractions or stressors. Very much a quality - over - quantity kind of person. However, when isolated, they can become manic, harried, and aimless, flitting through task after task, accomplishing nothing and clawing for lost time. They're aggressively kind and patient, always seeking to understand what makes the other animals "tick".

Strengths: Group dynamics, perserverance, resiliant to adverse conditions.

Weaknesses: Breaks down when isolated, can be a little callous because of their long lifespan, though not on purpose; has a paralyzing fear of wasted time and also deep water.

Backstory: A desert nomad, Lychee spent most of their life since hatching on the move. They spent many a year trying to integrate themselves into the various herds and packs throughout the desert, but could never quite click. Eventually, they found, of all things, a colony of prairie dogs and built a shelter of adobe next to the warren. They formed a mutually beneficial relationship; the dogs providing them with purpose, and Lychee providing them protection and their skill at digging. One night, a terrible storm blew in, turning the noonday sky black. In the darkness, a caravan appeared, racing through the gloom. That's the last thing Lychee remembers.