Luther, the She’s Asleep, She’s Dead, You’re Alive, and I’m Blind, Couldn’t Be Simpler Bishop Klick
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It’s not uncommon for Bishops to become frustrated at the less-eloquent Ranks, but very few are quite as blunt about it as this one. It seemingly exists in a perpetual state of exhaustion at the nonsense that goes on around it - whether it’s emotional drama, physical danger, or even just someone who really wants to get a stack of pancakes, this Bishop won’t hesitate to note that the issue in question is pointless because we’ll all die one day. On the other hand, this Bishop is also prone to mood swings, so just about half the time it will follow that up with a quick apology.
Generally, if you’re willing to put up with the occasional venom, this klick is actually fairly friendly. It gets along well enough with most folk, and while it won’t look up to its Bonded it will at least give them a decent amount of respect in between jabs. It’s also markedly intelligent, understanding systems and conundrums where others simply don’t. It’s especially talented with electronics - though this intelligence is tempered somewhat by the fact that Planet doesn’t often have a lot of complicated computers. Maybe this inability to truly demonstrate its skills contributes to its occasionally-aggressive nature?
Its paintjob isn’t really much to look at, being primarily a dull brown highlighted with mustard yellow on its legs and around the base of its head. In stark contrast, its wings practically demand attention - they are two different colors, its right wing being red and its left wing being blue, and each is emblazoned with a dramatic starry pattern, as if they were windows into swirling universes. Its eyes and soul flame are the same mustard yellow as its legs.
It’s not uncommon for Bishops to become frustrated at the less-eloquent Ranks, but very few are quite as blunt about it as this one. It seemingly exists in a perpetual state of exhaustion at the nonsense that goes on around it - whether it’s emotional drama, physical danger, or even just someone who really wants to get a stack of pancakes, this Bishop won’t hesitate to note that the issue in question is pointless because we’ll all die one day. On the other hand, this Bishop is also prone to mood swings, so just about half the time it will follow that up with a quick apology.
Generally, if you’re willing to put up with the occasional venom, this klick is actually fairly friendly. It gets along well enough with most folk, and while it won’t look up to its Bonded it will at least give them a decent amount of respect in between jabs. It’s also markedly intelligent, understanding systems and conundrums where others simply don’t. It’s especially talented with electronics - though this intelligence is tempered somewhat by the fact that Planet doesn’t often have a lot of complicated computers. Maybe this inability to truly demonstrate its skills contributes to its occasionally-aggressive nature?
Its paintjob isn’t really much to look at, being primarily a dull brown highlighted with mustard yellow on its legs and around the base of its head. In stark contrast, its wings practically demand attention - they are two different colors, its right wing being red and its left wing being blue, and each is emblazoned with a dramatic starry pattern, as if they were windows into swirling universes. Its eyes and soul flame are the same mustard yellow as its legs.