Talk:Midnight Sun and Midday Moon (Accepting OCs)/@comment-43678658-20191114062757

your stupid tank, "aspergers self projection with pica," has arrived. sorry if its not enough im tired but i will add more if asked

Name: Aven "Feasting" Firebelly

Species: Tiger

Relative Age: Young Adult (like in human levels of maturity 20 years or so tops except instead of going to frat parties he sits around and picks up bugs and eats them)

Appearance: A muscular, tan and cream-colored tiger with yellow stripes and wide, round, dark blue eyes. On his neck he wears an amulet proclaiming loyalty to an unknown cause or god (you can decide ahahahahahahhahaghdskfjghfsgvnfskjbnf n). He also wears a very unsightly-looking set of cobbled together armor, consisting of a dark grey, metal mantle with a core of odd and potentially hazardous blue energy (think the spirit armor but probably less cool), clunky golden gauntlets that wrap around his legs and paws, and a dark orange rhino helmet that looks very ugly and is quite impractical (it gets caught on things), but Aven refuses to part with it. He'll feel bad if he has it thrown away somewhere.

Sex + Pronouns: Male, he/him

Personality: Aven appears like he constantly doesn't know what to do with himself. He doesn't really know how to read people and often responds poorly or awkwardly if things aren't spelled out for him (he thrives off of clear instruction), but he means well, and tries his best to follow through with whatever someone tells him to do, since he values his companions' words deeply. Despite his bulky frame, Aven is rather soft-spoken and will not initiate any sort of confrontation unless asked.

Aven gets easily attached to things and people. He can be swayed to join most causes with little thought (being rather disliking of too much thinking), and will cling to those he thinks he must protect, as if it is an obligation. With his attachment to random items, Aven tends to subconsciously personify random and unimportant objects and feels sad when he sees them discarded. He keeps his rhino helmet around because he's had it for forever, long enough to stick as if it were a real person. Getting rid of it now would be like murder.

On the topic of murder, Aven attacks things if he thinks he should, and more importantly, if his companions tell him to. He tries not to feel too bad about it, training himself not to pity any sort of enemy he faces (animal or not), and after a while, he barely thinks in combat. It becomes harder and harder to process everything, and he'll keep going until someone tells him to stop.

Also, he's always hungry. It's unfortunate.

Proficiencies: Well acquainted with most two-handed weapons and other swords and blunt-force instruments of pain and sorrow.

Power thing: Able to digest basically anything (internal bleeding and other damage from spiky and dangerous things is another matter entirely). His stomach literally burns whatever goes down the hatch-- bugs, drywall, wood pulp, you name it-- and converts that fire into a powerful boost in strength and endurance, as if he didn't have enough of that already. Claims his father could breathe fire, but his own fire remains relatively internal. His paws smolder dry grass occasionally if he stomps with enough force.