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i had way too much fun drawing this lil stormyboi oKAY
Name: Drecho Baleno (Drecho is a shortening of Derecho, a line of intense, widespread, and fast-moving windstorms and sometimes thunderstorms that move across a great distance and are most recognized by fast and highly damaging winds. Baleno is Italian for lightning. This is supposed to fit in with his storm theme.) Age: 6.46 sweeps (abt. 14 Earth years) Blood Color: Cerulean Lusus: Raijū Dad (A raijū is a creature from mythology, with a body made of lightning. While it can take on many shapes, the most common form is that of a blue and white wolf or doggo. In this case, it's a doggo.) Strife Specibus: Rodkind (It's an old lightning rod that he probably snapped off of someone's hive. It can be used for all your general stabby needs, and the occasional summoning of a bolt of lightning. Drecho sucks as summoning, though, so it's stabby stab stab until the end of time.) Typing Quirk: all lowercaze. zparze capitalizzation. replacez "s" with "z" and doublez his zz'z. Trollian Handle: tactlessThunderhead God Tier: Page of Mind Personality: Drecho is... to put it nicely, oblivious. He never takes safety into consideration and often acts without thinking. This is most evident in his crazy storm chases (and other searches for crazy phenomenons). He's fairly high-strung and temperamental and gets riled up easily. But despite this, he's a passionate and enthusiastic guy who cares deeply about what he does- trying to show everyone how crazy the world can be. Enjoys: Photography, storm chasing, phenomena, the weird and wonderful, heavy rainstorms, pretty scenery, researching weird events and then subsequently trying to catch them on film, macaroni and cheese Matesprit: None yet. Moirail: Nothing here either. Kismesis: Hmm, this feels familiar. Auspistice: So vvery familiar, but I can't put my finger on wwho this reminds me of... EXTRAS -One of his horns (which are supposed be shaped like lightning bolts) was broken in one of his storm chasing sessions. He was particularly enthralled by a mountaintop that was always shrouded with thick storms that never seemed to dissipate, piquing his interest and causing him to climb up and see what was going on. All he remembers was hearing the distant call of some sort of skybeast before losing his footing and helplessly tossing and turning throughout the air. He woke up at the foot of the mountain, with a broken horn (and possibly a few bones, but he's fine now). (If you can put two and two together here, congratulations! You get a cookie.) -Storms are oddly comforting to him. He finds the cacophonous sound of thunder to be soothing from time to time. -He's a scatterbrain to the highest degree. -Comb? Hairbrush? I hardly know her! -His pain threshold is weirdly high, allowing him to take quite the beating before he goes down (which is what helped him survive the mountain incident). -One of his most recent studies regarding current phenomena revolves around some sort of astral thunderhead. He wants to see if he can find he way through space and find out what it is.
SO THIS IS IT FOR ME IVE REACHED THE FANTROLL THRESHOLD NOPE NO MORE
IM STOPPING IT HERE
IM MOST DEFINITELY GONNA DO SOMETHING WITH THESE NERDS DON'T YOU WORRY
SO THANK YOU FOR READING
*in a calm, soothing voice similar to that of the late Robert Norman Ross*
