I'm sorry if the traits of the species and their lives is off. All I'm going off of is that they were found in jungles, and anything else on the main page.
I also apologize for any grammar mistakes. I didn't proofread it.
I will also note that I currently do not own any plumerians. Thank you!
"The arrows point forever down this path, but no matter how much I walk, I will never advance towards redemption."Name: Clyde
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Demisexual (only interested in those which he has a strong emotional bond with; however he still will only feel attraction towards girls)
Age: The equivalent to 17 human years; teenager.
Personality: [Read History first!]
Ever since the destruction of his clan, Clyde has worked towards helping everyone he comes across. No matter how hard the task, he accepts it and fulfills it. Clyde tends to be very quiet, speaking with smiles more than words. But when he does speak, he is always careful to be very polite. His eyes carry almost a sad shine, one sometimes carrying the echo of regret and a constant determined spark to fix what he did. Normally, he is serious about what he does but is friendly enough to be open to a conversation. He is also lonely at times, wallowing in his own isolation.
Clyde still retains his love for adventure and becoming the best. He is silently competitive, eyeing competitors closely to make sure they don't surpass him. He is also quite a bit of a sore loser when he loses, which he often does at many things that don't go under the category of "physical endeavors". In short, he fails at games of intellect.
When he was young, he got excited over every new game that he came across. Clyde is still very much like this, and often tries to hide it but still fails. Sometimes, he breaks out of his 'quiet' persona and jumps at the idea of playing a game he hasn't heard of before, and sometimes does this for some of his favorite games or ones he hasn't played as much.
This black and white plumerian loves history. He gets especially fascinated when it comes to stories of knights, dragons, and heroes. Clyde is always trying to learn more about the past, creating a fairly large collection of books on various subjects. He gets super excited at the idea of going to a historical site, and often remaps his route to pass through as many as possible. Despite his hyperactive nature, Clyde manages to find it in him to go through museums and look at all of the ancient objects.
Whenever he comes across fragments of the past, such as a old bone or pottery shards, Clyde takes it up himself to collect all of it. Since such finds are rare, he only has a few trinkets he can call his own. This includes a obsidian arrowhead, several small bones of what he hopes are dinosaurs and several shards of pottery depicting fighting men. He keeps most of his trinkets stored away in his bag, but he decided to take the arrowhead to a craftsman to make a wristband. The shoulder band is made of genuine black leather embedded with onyx stones. The arrowhead was attached to the side, the tip dull from years of erosion. He rarely takes it off and wears it on his upper left leg.
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History:Clyde's family was a old one, and had been living in the Amazon rainforest for hundreds of years. The clan took up a large section of the forest, many square miles that made many other smaller clans jealous. Of course, there were many bigger clans, and they were rather small compared to these clans. In fact, they were no bigger than an average clan, about ten to twenty family members. The average clan's territory would be only a tenth of Clyde's family, which could easily house fifty plumerians.
They were able to keep so much territory because all of the clan had at least one thing in common: they weren't lazy at all, and they were hyperactive. So, to sate their need to be doing something, they trained, hunted, and play-fought. From a young age, they were always testing their skills, challenging friends and kin alike. Their strength passed on through the ages, and those they bred with were narrowed down to others who had hyperactive problems, resulting in the smaller clan. The family was considered to be very strong and all skilled at something. Unfortunately, they had their short comings.
With the large amount of territory they took up, neighboring clans got angry. They thought they should have more territory too, they were the same size clan, so why were they so special? These thoughts began to come to being a few years before Clyde was born. The neighboring clans began to harass the borders of the clan, but Clyde's clan refused, did not listen, and said that in the many years of them being there, they have never complained before. Apparently, the reason for the sudden outrage was a few teenagers getting the clans riled up. Clyde's clan hoped it would not last, but even after the years went by, the resentment was always there.
Clyde was born three years after that. As he grew, it was clear that he was different, and rather than playful competition, he wanted something more. He wanted to truly see who was the best, to truly
be the best, to be known as the most skilled plumerian. He was innocent, the young boy merely wanted to be known as a hero. He was ignorant of the real world, only knowing what his parents taught him: hunting, fighting, climbing, and a few base morals of "Hate is bad, Killing is bad, Love is good".
The pup, wanting to the best, went out on a expedition at the age of 10, without telling anyone else. He traveled through the many acres of jungle, testing his skills to the limit. He disappeared for a month, managing to evade trackers. At some point, he came across the border of the jungle, and Clyde met with one of the smaller neighboring clans. By his scent, the other clan quickly recognized his origins and challenged him as to why he was here. Clyde said he wanted "to be the strongest in the clan and was out on a journey, exploring the territory".
The opposing clan said it was ridiculous to have a big enough territory to take a journey out on and not be caught by the older clan members. Clyde just shrugged, thinking it was normal. He added that he can plotted out most of the territory by now. The hostile plumerians decided to take advantage over him, and feign concern over how he needed to go home. One of the plumerians went back to the clan to round up a attack, and they convinced Clyde to let them escort him to his home.
Clyde sheepishly agreed, ashamed that he had gotten in trouble through another clan. His clan's base was hidden, which was one of the reasons why with over 13 years of hostility, his clan had not gotten attacked. As Clyde went home, a attack force with enough to overwhelm Clyde's family followed behind. After one full day, they reached the heart of the territory, managing to hide from Clyde's clan along the way.
Once they reached the den, they distracted Clyde long enough for the main attack force to arrive. They then proceeded to pin him down and muffle him, effectively binding him down. The attack force, consisting of bordering clans, ambushed the clan, focusing on disabling the clan members by breaking limbs or binding them. In order to keep them from fighting, the hostile group threatened to kill Clyde. Clyde's clan then was forced to disband, the clan's members going all across South America, some even wandering farther north.
Clyde was scorned by the rest of his clan, never allowed to communicate with his former clanmates for the rest of his life. The hostile clans took over their old territory, letting Clyde go unharmed. They offered peace to him, since he managed to "help" them by acting as a hostage. Some of the younger plumerians in the clans included in the attack force even regarded him as a hero. However, Clyde denied, angry at them for ruining his life. He then left, never to return to that part of the rainforest were he lived his first ten years.
In the next seven years of his life, he merely wandered the world, honing his skills. He burdened himself with helping all he came across, hoping that one day he could redeem for the destruction of his clan. No matter how much work he put upon himself, deep down, he knew that even if the world regarded him as a hero, in his heart, he would never be one to his family.