Newt

Birthday
TBA
Name Origin
"a small slender-bodied amphibian with lungs and a well-developed tail, typically spending its adult life on land and returning to water to breed."
Sexuality
Heteromantic, Asexual
Gender
Male
Sex
AMAB

Purchased traits
x1 Unique Animal Ban, x2 Free scars, x1 Minor deformity (No tail)
Size class
Miniscule
Weight class
Bulky
Plot Death
Yes
Alt
Incurable Illness (I.e, Cancer)
Appearance
Newt is a small stocky gryphus with a beak longer than he is, it's tip sharp enough to pierce the skin of his foes. Ect ect

Nestling-Fledgeling
Newt grew up in a fairly large family of Ranchers, an only child to his mother and father, Olm and Buck. While he took on his father’s appearance, you’d think they were completely different Avus with how each behaves. Even as a hatchling, Newt was a nervous little thing, heavily protesting his mother’s departure every morning with pitiful squeaks and squeals. While it didn’t work most days, sometimes he was rewarded with a few more minutes of the blessed warmth and comfort of his mother's presence.

His father didn’t play these games though, the now fledgling getting scolded by the older roo for whimpering and whining when either of them leave to work. Buck was a very “no nonsense” individual as Newt quickly learned, it made him less inclined to express his emotions around him for fear of being scolded for behaving in such a fashion. “Quit whimpering like a pup and get movin’.” One of his many quotes that had ingrained itself into the stubby legged fledgling’s mind.

Sub-adult
Oh how he wished he could go back to running around the farm and helping his mother round up the livestock. Instead he was sat with a group of other Avus that were seemingly just as displeased as him. School was a…strange place. It wasn’t kind either, the other Gryphus often made fun of his absurdly long beak, and if not they’d be mocking his strange form of speech. But this never got him down, it was basically throwing insults at a dog, the things you say don’t phase them, but they adore the attention. And also a lot of them went over his head.

Newt takes pride in his appearance no matter what others may think, he takes after his father after all, an exceedingly skilled border guard that chased off even the most seasoned warriors! Yes, he may not be at his father’s level yet, but the training he’s already been inducted to with Buck was sure to help him improve! While his chipper attitude never waned, his confidence in his capabilities certainly did. On those days after school when he’d excitedly bound after his father to the clearing, he’d always leave with bruises and something akin to a stone weighing down his chest. No matter what he did, how hard he worked, it…never seemed to be enough for his old man. Every time, he’d walk in there with the optimism that his father would finally think he was improving! And every time, he comes out exhausted and distraught. Maybe next time…

Adult
As time wore on, he took an apprenticeship under his father to become a soldier. Specifically, a hired guard. He’d spent a lot of time on the road with his old man, and although he would deny it with every fiber of his being, that he’d loved the quality time he’d gotten with Buck, all he remembers feeling was the extreme isolation. He’d never felt more alone than when he was by his father’s side. He’d also come to notice his fathers…questionable advice. The roo would talk about the best shots to take at the enemy, the weakest points that’d either disable or even kill them with ease. While Newt firmly believed that this was foul advice, years of experience told him that arguing would just end poorly for him. So he kept his silence, a small nod in reply to whatever Buck had to say.

It was during this time that he had actually had the time to…”see” his father clearly. This…wasn’t a man he’d want to look up to. He still remembers the night, like a waking nightmare. The crackling of fire, the arid summer fields with yellowed grass and reddish soil. It was the one time that he’d ever spoken aloud against Buck’s “advice.” He talked of his time in the war, fighting against hippus and harpies alike. He said that he preferred hippus, their clunky figures making it easier to hit that little muscle between the spine and the wing. Newt could practically feel his heart stop. He looked at his father with an expression of concern… and fear. “Father.” He said, with a hesitation, “You don’t mean…disabling…the wing, do you?” While he was no physician, he knew that there were some very sensitive and important muscles that their long beaks would tear up. His father almost looked shocked by his own son’s voice, if his face weren’t always schooled into a near permanent scowl. The silence was deafening, Buck simply looking at him with his usual, unafflicted gaze. He then let out a sigh, as though it were an obvious thing, as though Newt were still a fledgling that needed to be taught the basics. “An enemy that cannot fly, cannot get away.” He spoke casually, “And if my beak strikes true, they will never have the opportunity to live on with it. I do them a favor by this.” Newt couldn’t believe his ears, as his face morphed into utter horror. His father, the one he’d looked up to all his life, the one whom he wished to please, a wingbreaker?! He sputtered over his words, before spitting out, “You speak as though you are in favor!? As though you were not the one to inflict such?!” A quick snap of Buck’s beak was enough to silence Newt’s incredulous barking. “Shut it-” his father growled warningly, “-to think you were finally getting somewhere.” He huffed, turning his gaze away from the cowed gryphus. “If I’d have known the dragon’s would’ve sent me such a sniveling little whelp, I wouldn’t have agreed to have eggs.” Newt couldn’t stop the flinch that shocked his form, the very words felt worse than when the older roo managed to scar his face from the many training sessions he’d endured. With a short labored breath, Newt gave him a short nod, and remained the ever obedient avus, and kept his beak shut.

After about a year of taking up different jobs to protect avus, property, etc, Buck left Newt to “fend for himself” as he’d say. His father returned home, and Newt was left to continue with work. Another year went by when he’d received a letter from his mother, that there was important business to take care of and he would need to return immediately. The roo feared the worst, has a family member passed? To be honest, he sort of wished that was the case. When he returned home after a few days of travel, he was greeted by his father’s familiar but unwelcomed cold gaze, and his mother’s indifferent expression. He asked them what’d happened, but he wasn’t too thrilled by the answer received. He was to be wed. To…someone he’d never met. A hen that came from a family of merchants and herders. Newt hesitantly asked them why, why do this? Without his knowledge? Without his consent?? Olm stated that it was to “solidify bonds between the families.” Both his and his future mate’s lives were to establish a mutual and permanent trade between them. It made his heart sink to his guts with how heavy it felt.

He…tried his best to make a good first impression when he finally met her, using the manner his parents taught him and all. This only seemed to put her off, Dendroaspis was her designation. She was… crass, and aggressive. He knew they would be happy together, his own distaste for her brash and violent nature trumped by the pang of sympathy. Misery loves company and all that. After their official binding, the roo approached the larger hen, “I…am not happy with this arrangement either. I am under the assumption that this was against both of our wills, so I ask that we simply…keep this civil per se.” Once their boundaries were established, they continued on with this uneasy relationship. They slept in separate rooms, kept to themselves, and hardly talked to one another. It felt more like having an estranged roommate than being mates, at least in private that was. In the presence of family, he found that they had to “keep appearances” as Buck told him. While he wouldn’t push against Den’s boundaries, he found himself stuck between them and his own father’s constant scoldings. It caused him to be more adverse to seeing his or even Den’s family, crafting excuses as to why he couldn’t attend. Den was familiar with this, why he actually didn’t go. It was odd to be honest, she was and likely still remains the only avus he finds he can truly be honest with. Perhaps it’s because they’d lived together so long, or that her less “eloquent” personality made him feel more… at ease with the things he wanted to say. That he didn’t need to always have to keep up this unflappable persona, he was just an avus, like her.

He was…glad that Enoki would never have to meet Buck. It made him think about all his father had done to him, a feeling of disgust and horror just thinking about doing the same to his own son. It…really put things into perspective. Newt…wasn’t Buck. He would never be Buck. Not if he had anything to say about it. He would be… a good father to his son. He would never allow Enoki to be hurt the same way he had. He would protect him.

While what little civility between him and Den seemed to vanish when they split apart, they still held a mutual agreement, that Enoki would stay out of the fighting. Their time in the same place was often brief, only ever happening when taking Enoki to the other’s abode. While Den’s words seemed to be made exclusively from insults towards Newt, he would keep his own tone calm and vocabulary subtle. He knew that neither of them wanted to fight in front of their son, no matter how much they may dislike one another now. As time wore on, Enoki grew into a capable avus, one that’d stay strictly out of the fight. When the drafts became more strict, Newt had joined full time. Honestly, he was tired. He didn’t want to fight against the other kingdoms, he was tired of the fighting, the death, the carnage. But… he would keep doing it. He’d keep doing it if it meant Enoki didn’t have to.

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Height
28 cm
Length(W/ Tail)
N/a
Length(W/out Tail)
71 cm
Weight
20 lb
Wing Span
61 cm
Average MPH(On foot)
25
Average MPH(In flight)
35-40

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