GOLDENROD
KIT(Beetle, Kingsnake, Eclipse, Shade)
SORRY SEEDER, BOTTOM FEEDER
NIPPING AT WHAT ANKLE'S LEFT
NIPPING AT WHAT ANKLE'S LEFT
SHADOWCLAN | CICADABUZZ x NPC
IT / THEY / SHE | AMAB
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"Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. on it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering…every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there, on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena."
— Carl Sagan -
SHORTHAIRED BLACK KIT WITH GOLDEN PATCHES AND ORANGE EYES / goldenrod soldier beetle hypokit design
A strange, small thing, Goldenrodkit would be easily overlooked if not for the bright coloring of its contrasting fur. It is spindly and long-legged even in its youth, a thin frame with ribs and hipbones peeking out through the thin scruff of its fur. Its coat is short and ruffled, thinning in many places and generally unkempt; often it is dusted with clumps of dirt and scattered beetle wings, plus the occasional bug limb tucked into coarse strands. Its fur is painted a deep, sun-warmed ebony, ribboned with sunlit gold striped across its forehead, limbs, tail, and abdomen. Its eyes are the same shade as a crimson-orange sunset, almond-shaped and sharp at the corners and sitting wide in an angular face. Its ears, starkly pointed, are nearly batlike in the way that they stand straight up from the kit's wedge-shaped head. Its tail is long and whiplike, thin and expressive in each of its motions. Goldenrodkit itself often wears a bright expression, complete with a sharp smile that appears almost calculating. It aims to be purposefully disarming in its appearance, tries to make itself small and nonthreatening in spite of the cleverness that lurks beneath the surface. The kit tends to skulk around with their body low to the ground, taking on a creeping gait with ever-soft pawsteps.
Goldenrodkit suffers from chronic upper respiratory infections, and as a result has a poor appetite and a constant case of the sniffles. Its voice is raspy and hoarse; the kit speaks very rarely, and only around those she truly trusts. When it does speak, its voice is feather-soft and can be difficult to understand. -
[𓆤] POLITE, ADAPTABLE, CURIOUS
[𓆤] QUIET, WITHDRAWN, INDEPENDENT
[𓆤] MANIPULATIVE, SECRETIVE, DISHONEST
A mask behind a mask—that would be the best way to describe Goldenrodkit. Every action, every detail is carefully crafted, every ruse carefully kept up and patched with more lies. It starts as a childish whim, lying for the fun of it, to make themself seem bigger and cooler than they are. But it compounds as they age, little white lies snowballing into intricately strung-together stories and a spider's web of connections that can't be discovered lest their entire social standing fall through the cracks they've been carefully toeing their way around. (At some point in their apprenticeship I'd like to explore what happens when their house of cards comes tumbling down on top of them, and how they'd pick themself back up afterward.)
Serial dishonesty aside, Goldenrodkit is… not much, to be frank. They're a good-natured kit, a friendly social chameleon who knows the right things to say and when to say them. They have a good feeling for where to press forward and where to give ground in order to get the best outcome for themself. In a way, they can come off as self-serving, willing to push anyone else under the bus in order to prevent responsibility from falling on their head when things go wrong. Still, they are polite enough to be a frequent face in the elders' den, seemingly tolerated (if not well-liked) by the best storytellers in the clan. Their curiosity drives them to seek out every tale they possibly can, hoping to unravel the history of clan they live in, and the clans beyond.
They find it difficult to rely on others, independence learned from a young age and near-impossible to let go of. They retain a comfortable distance between themself and others, feeling as though it's a weakness to be truly known and seen by another. As such, they are unlikely to share their inner thoughts and feelings with others even if asked, and tend to keep secrets, even the most mundane ones. -
SKILLS. Stealthy, good liar, diplomatic. Poor fighter and iffy hunter, easily distracted.
GENDER. Overall they don't have a strong sense of gender identity, nor do they particularly care for what they're called. It's most likely that one day they simply started calling themself something other than "he", and then everything other than "he".
INFLUENCES. Kind of inspired by Ylfa Snorgelsson
AESTHETICS. Mud and moss, snails and slugs, the chaos that comes with a childish lack of awareness. Stained and scraped knees, risks taken and pain endured without hesitation. Mushroom picking and potion making. Imperfection born of wonder. Gnarled trees and long, dark shadows. Wolf tracks, bared fangs, and red-stained cloaks. goblincore in general
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POKEMON. Bug/Dark. Nincada, Eevee, Rellor, Corphish.
ALIGNMENT. Chaotic Neutral.
DND CLASS. Swarmkeeper ranger. Its swarm is made of bugs :)
