#platanic

Prompts are welcomed, and I will crossover with fandoms if asked

Name: Daji

Species: Ajovilli

Subspecies: Villihagan

Age: 10

Height: 3 feet tall

Gender: Nonbinary.

Anatomy:

Eyes: Eyes change color with their emotions. Night-vision. Can see as far as 10 miles away. Pupils are slit, and instead of being black, they are white. Instead of the Sclera being white, it is black.

Nose: Is a dark pink. Can smell things from 20 miles away.

Mouth: has a forked tongue, sharp teeth, fangs, teeth are a nearly white light blue color. Tongue is a dark blue color. Mouth can open to about 75 degrees.

Ears: Ears are bat-like and can swivel 270 degrees, and move in any direction. Can hear 110,000 hertz

Skin: Thin layer of fur- a dark olive to a dark brown gradient. Bioluminescent patterns for intimidation and communication. Scars from abusive pack

Hair: Black, to cool colors. Short hair.

Voice: Can mimic any noise, amazing singer, can be loud enough to shake trees. Speaks Feral, Avian, Latin, Greek, and is currently learning english.

Intelligence: Is smart in most subjects. Not emotionally smart. They are very reckless. Is a bit insane, due to the abuse they experienced.

Hands: Has toe beans, three fingers, two thumbs on opposite ends of hands. Dog-like claws.  Can climb trees, and runs on all fours, walks on two legs though.

Torso: Is skinny lanky, usually crouches. Made so that they can walk , run, climb.. On all fours or two legs. Extremely acrobatic. Faster on fours than twos.

Legs: Are cat-like. Can jump and climb very well. Can run 60 miles per hour, and they have great stamina. Feet are paws with three toes on front( that are long and used for gripping trees), and two on the back.

Tail: Tail is about the size of the person. Prehensile.

Age: turns one year older every five years

Personality: Chaotic good. Reckless, curious, smart and dumb at the same time.

Relationships: Leto adopted Daji after they were abandoned by their pack.(Daji age 6)

Name: Leto

Species: Avian-borrower.

Subspecies: Barn owl Avian

Age:35

Height: 12 inches.

Gender-male

Anatomy:

Eyes: Eyes are a grey blue

Nose: Is black

Mouth: has sharp teeth and a pink tongue

Ears: elf-ish ears. Can hear 10 khz

Skin: Thin layer of fur- a light brown color. Scars from the wild

Hair: brown

Voice:Good singer. Speaks Feral, Avian, Latin, Greek, and english.

Intelligence: Is very smart in the majority of subjects. Also emotionally smart.

Hands: like human hands + toe beans

Torso: human like

Wings:Barn owl like. Same color as tail.

Legs: Are owl-like. Used for perching and grabbing.

Tail: Tail is about as long as the legs, white-brown-black. Feathered tail for balance.

Age: turns one year older every year.

There was a sigh as the professor closed her books. The laboratory in Nuvema Town made for a great place to get some actual work done outside the noise of the city. Unfortunately, it didn’t stop those around from making them. She pushed back her chair, which, miraculously enough, didn’t scrape the floor, and went to investigate.

There were a few of her assistants, those that actually chose to stay in the lab, that she could hear, chattering with the newcomer. Ah, she recognized that voice easily enough. There was a particular tone to it that didn’t quite match anything other than what she experienced in Kalos. 

She pushed the door open, and, sure enough, there he was. 

“Professor Juniper, please.”

Every encounter with them was an awkward situation. Maybe it was his problem. He should work on that.

“Is that how Unovans greet each other? With a poor spine and posture? And with a general lack of friendliness even though we are colleagues?”

He now knew what his next research paper would be about. Goodbye mysterious little critters. Dr Platane was going to research humans instead.

“Maybe you can teach me the ghetto? way of doing it. Like what Marshall does on TV.”

She took a step back, out of his grip and just barely refrained from brushing off imaginary dust from her shoulders. Colleagues needn’t share hugs with one another. A friendly handshake was good enough.

“Let’s just say you’ve caught me at a bad time.”

Or a bad mood, more like. Still, the professor gave a half-smile. 

send me ❝ I want the H ❞ and I will randomly generate a number.     13. Failed hug

Hugs weren’t that normal of a greeting as they were in Kalos, as she remembered during her time there. While they weren’t as stringent as the other regions like Kanto and Sinnoh, they didn’t always run up to hug the nearest stranger just because they were supposed to be someone in the same field. In short, a professional setting.