Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-4830106-20131019032823/@comment-16774229-20131019040812

Parrot Grass (ImposterParrotGrass)

Shipboard Duty: N\A

Planetside Duty: Town cryer\ local terrain expert

Origin: He’s a rare sentient plant with a bird head. This species are not unheard of, but it’s so rare and outlandish that only professional botanists and equally weird people. He doesn't know much about this, as he had no one raised him, he has no idea what he is, only that he’s the only plant that talks to animals.

Skill/Attribute: He knows the terain down to the last peble. he’s had nothing better to do than study it all these years.

Weapons: <span style="font-size:13px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Carfel, he pecks.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.5;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:13px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:bold;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Appearance: <span style="font-size:13px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">A stem that’s one foot tall with several leves on it. At the top is a beack with eyes. No one knows how he talks without a throat or vocal cords.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.5;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:13px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:bold;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Skills: <span style="font-size:13px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">He knows his way around the wood like nobodys business.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.5;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:13px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:bold;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Abilities: <span style="font-size:13px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">His Aura is mostly used for making light, and healing himself. His Sambalis allows him to, planted in the ground, “communicate” with other plants, and observe things through them. As such, he can have a limited awareness of a forest if he is planted in one.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.5;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:13px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:bold;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Personality: <span style="font-size:13px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Having live in such an isolated area all his life, he craves adventure and wants to see the world. He has had only a few chances to talk with people(who usually dismiss him as a hallucination) and has little idea of how social interactions are supposed to work. However, he always tries to do everything in his power to gain favor with people in hopes that they’ll take him some place.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.5;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:13px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:bold;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">History: <span style="font-size:13px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The seeds of a Parrot Grass fly very far from where they’re released, and as such, this one never met another of his kind. When he came up he had no idea what he was, only that he wasn’t like anything else around there. After he started figuring out the difference between plants and animals, he realized that he was somewhere in between, and that he had to figure out how to move around. He’s tried communicating with the animals, but they didn’t seem to care. He always talks to(no idea why he can speak either) the few humans and faunus who come by, but they are usually already lost, and think he’s just a hallucination.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.5;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:13px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">After years of being left to sit in the same place in a forest, hope came in the form of a nice Faunus name Ryan who actually believed him, and thought he might be helpful to take with him. In his mind, it can only go up from here... At least he hopes so.