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As you know, I have been doing D&D tokens for me and a couple other friends and this is my character birb.
We are using homebrew class, and I really liked the Eidolist from a lore standpoint, it basically inquires that you have one creature that you have a link with, and I like the idea of having a innocent kid being best friends with a titan sized monstrosity.
Backstory:
She was a prospect of brood parasitism (Some birds lay eggs in other's nest for them to take care of), because of this, she was plopped right in the middle of an goblin camp. This is where she would meet Vincent. Vincent (Originally named seven) was the mount of the chieftain/mob boss of that sector.
Instead of having one parent, Birb was passed around from family to family due to the usefulness of flight, and how easily it is to control her, due to her lack knowledge of morality (Even though she had good intentions). Eventually she would get bought to "work" under the chieftain, and soon would meet Seven. Every day Birb would meet seven in his pen and play for hours on end, sometimes being cut off by "chores" from the chieftain. Soon her fun would come to an end.
Seven soon came down with a sickness, and unknowing to Birb, was sent to the slaughter, she would realize, Seven would never come back.
One morning, she had gone to the pen that once held Seven, she had established this as a tradition every week. She checked on the pen to see nothing but dust and the indent that she had left by sleeping there a couple of times. A looming figure rose behind her and jutted it's teeth it had pounced on Birb to take a......lick? The patterns of the fur, it's patterns of it's teeth, the way it's eyes looked, It was seven! Birb was taken aback after seeing her friend that she had given up on seeing again, nevertheless she managed to stammer into a hug.
She vowed to never let the goblins separate them again and gathered whatever they could and rode off to find a life somewhere new.
Little her knowledge though, Seven really did die at the slaughterhouse. The worg she is currently travelling with is a figment of her imagination and nothing more, and nothing is more dangerous than playing with a child's sense of wonder.

Description
As you know, I have been doing D&D tokens for me and a couple other friends and this is my character birb.
We are using homebrew class, and I really liked the Eidolist from a lore standpoint, it basically inquires that you have one creature that you have a link with, and I like the idea of having a innocent kid being best friends with a titan sized monstrosity.
Backstory:
She was a prospect of brood parasitism (Some birds lay eggs in other's nest for them to take care of), because of this, she was plopped right in the middle of an goblin camp. This is where she would meet Vincent. Vincent (Originally named seven) was the mount of the chieftain/mob boss of that sector.
Instead of having one parent, Birb was passed around from family to family due to the usefulness of flight, and how easily it is to control her, due to her lack knowledge of morality (Even though she had good intentions). Eventually she would get bought to "work" under the chieftain, and soon would meet Seven. Every day Birb would meet seven in his pen and play for hours on end, sometimes being cut off by "chores" from the chieftain. Soon her fun would come to an end.
Seven soon came down with a sickness, and unknowing to Birb, was sent to the slaughter, she would realize, Seven would never come back.
One morning, she had gone to the pen that once held Seven, she had established this as a tradition every week. She checked on the pen to see nothing but dust and the indent that she had left by sleeping there a couple of times. A looming figure rose behind her and jutted it's teeth it had pounced on Birb to take a......lick? The patterns of the fur, it's patterns of it's teeth, the way it's eyes looked, It was seven! Birb was taken aback after seeing her friend that she had given up on seeing again, nevertheless she managed to stammer into a hug.
She vowed to never let the goblins separate them again and gathered whatever they could and rode off to find a life somewhere new.
Little her knowledge though, Seven really did die at the slaughterhouse. The worg she is currently travelling with is a figment of her imagination and nothing more, and nothing is more dangerous than playing with a child's sense of wonder.