╔════════════════════════════════════════════════════╗
Username:
Miss Pancake
Name:
Baxby
Gender
Male
Element:
Wind (Uncommon)╚════════════════════════════════════════════════════╝
╔═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╗
Their Favorite Thing in the World and Why?:
Baxby has always found himself attracted to anything soft, like stuffed animals, pillows, feathers, yarn,
and the like. You could say he's like the Princess and the Pea when it comes to his bed, with pillows stacked
upon mattress stacked up mattress that have to be just right. But his favorite thing isn't such a generalization
like "soft things," though it does come very close. But no, Baxby's favorite thing in the whole entire big
world is his ragged stuffed giraffe. Tufts of fur are missing from it, and it only has one button eye, but Baxby
carries it around everywhere he goes. He calls it his Dinky, and he loves it to death. He treats Dinky better
than he treats himself, making sure the stuffed giraffe is nice and cozy before he could ever get to sleep.
Because of Dinky, Baxby's gotten quite good at sewing, as he's had to sew back some of Dinky's limbs since
he's so old. Some stitches look better than others as he's progressed his skill, but no amount of crooked stitches
could ever stop Baxby from loving his Dinky.
Dinky
Once upon a time, a young Goblin Gator popped out of his egg, sloped face ready to greet the world with a
big toothless smile. He was the only egg around, and squinted eyes looked all over for...his mom! There she
comes, so much bigger than Baxby. She settled down beside Baxby, curling him up in her fur, but otherwise
saying nothing. Baxby's new watery eyes didn't really take the time to look his mother over before falling
into a slumber while being surrounded by the sudden warmth. The next time he awoke, Baxby stretched his
limbs, paws being greeted by empty air. The young Gator hopped up instinctively, looking around but not
being able to catch sight of his mother. He squeaked, but his cries were met with silence. Through watery
eyes, this time caused not by first use but rather grief, he saw a little periwinkle lump sitting not far away
from him. He wobbled over to it, collapsing beside it as he exerted his frail body. It was a fluffy giraffe? It
was almost twice as big as the young Baxby, with a ribbon and a note tied around the thing's neck. Baxby
scooted ever closer to it, nuzzling his nose into the soft fur. All at once he was back in his mother's belly-
fur, and the small Gator pounced on the teddy giraffe with such force that it knocked the two over. It was
a little longer until Baxby actually let go of the animal before having sense enough to drag it somewhere
safe. When he gets older he'll have sense enough to read the card containing eight simple words; Baxby,
this is Dinky. We both love you. Baxby will never let go of his Dinky, and the ribbon attached to the card
now hangs from his front right wrist to this day. Some orphans are left alone without explanation, but
Baxby gets the satisfaction of knowing he was loved, and that satisfaction goes such a long way.
Personality
Baxby is just as playful as he was when he was a small pup, never really having grown up. He'll laugh and
giggle, and even though he doesn't have a very big vocabulary and may use the wrong words sometimes,
most tend to look over that small fact because of his joy and innocence. Have you ever met someone so
childlike that it was endearing? Not the immaturity of laughing at the word "poop," but instead the look of
awe whenever they see a rainbow or a butterfly? The inability to literally hurt any living creature? Well,
if you've met Baxby, then you have. This goofball may be in the body of an adult Gator, but his mind is
still that of when he was a young hatchling. He still carries around his childhood stuffed animal for Pete's
sake! Baxby even talks like a kid, his voice cracking on a few words with a heavy lisp. This isn't due to his
childlike mentally, though it does fit quite nicely. The combination of his teeth jutting out and his puppy-
dog tongue make almost every word turn into a spit shower for whoever may be talking to him. If he does
catch himself spitting, he'll make sure to apologize, not like there's anything he can do about it. Since he
grew up without any parent figures, it's hard for him to tell right from wrong, and is easily manipulated if
one were to use big words that he didn't understand and a kind voice. Despite this he tries hard not to
intentionally hurt anyone, and wouldn't dream of ever doing it willingly. The brute isn't even the bark or the
bite, just one big snuggle bunny. Speaking of snuggle, Baxby's love of all things soft and fluffy originated
from the only thing that could comfort him whenever he felt lost, lonely, sad, or even just bored. Dinky.
Or, rather, his mother's belly fur. He wishes he could remember clear as day what her soft fur felt like
lulling him to sleep, but he was a newly hatched egg and was only able to barely open his eyes. He still
remembers the comfort though, the mother's touch that came with Dinky and anything that was soft and
warm. He finds himself missing her even though he never knew her. Maybe he'll meet her again one day,
even if just for a moment.
╚═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╝
