Status:

2351: Avril

Sex: Female
ID: 2351
Owner: KreoWolf.Deviantart.Com
Group: Primeval-Age | primevalage.weebly.com
Dinosaur Species: Feathered Utahraptor
Age: Hatchling (Level 1)
Weight: Solid, not the heaviest Utahraptor there is by far, but not easily considered light. A good balance between power and speed.
Height: A bit shrimpy, on the short side.
Length: Over-average, mostly in the tail fan.
Breeding Slots: 4

Genotype: rgb(111, 130, 120) TRTR - Pt / MLML
Phenotype: Tropical, Dull Green with Pants and Midline
Minimal Markings: Toes, Blush, Heart [ To / Bs / Ht ]

Personality Description: 

    Avril was found as an abandoned egg, covered in sludge in an old sewer pipe and left abandoned by her discoverer, Tethys, in the aquatic lab on Isla Pera. However, it wouldn't be long until a lone scout stumbled across her grungy start in life. As such, her first sight was a Utahraptor named Parabellum who was willing enough to hatch the egg. It was a habit of his to adopt and raise young Utahraptors, and she found herself under his wing for many moons. She saw how he used the dark of the forest to cover his bright pelt, or rolled in mud to dim the hue of his feathers, and learned how to fight from watching Papa skirmish with a member of the Sunchasers, Judge. Their fights were a blitz of violence, and perhaps indirectly she learned from him on how to keep a healthy vendetta. After all, you could only trust someone after seeing what's under their skin.

    Once she was of an adult size and a formidable hunter in her own right, she graduated from his care and amicably split ways. She left with a mild distaste for the Sunchasers, but especially for Judge.

    As she grew, she grew a big heart, and she grew a habit of keeping herself obsessively preened, minimizing her scent. Her lack of camoflague made solo survival hard, but she was an Awakened with an intelligent mind. Breaking into vending machines, digging up other dino's caches, and chasing prey into ruins for a swift takedown were all frequent strategies - reapplying what she learned from Parabellum to her new environment. However, the interests of others were never as vested as her own, and she was interested in thriving. In the pitch of night, the dark streets of abandoned cities and overgrown gardens of long-lost city centers allowed her to fade away into the backdrop. An unnatural territory for an unnatural colour, her usual haunt was an old mall known locally as the Temple of Man. Specifically, she made her den in a store filled with leather and spikes, old torn nesting materials of humans with splashes of color. Its what we would know as a "Hot Topic", but the inhabitants of this world probably don't make the connection.

    Being a social species, but somewhat isolated for most of her life, seeing her own kind made her nervous. But as a fit, well-fed adult she found herself able to carve out part of the urban sprawl as her territory. It required quite the amount of border struggles, and many fights which left her limping for safety - mostly against larger, stronger male Utahraptors. Naive, she found herself swindled and baited more than a few times, worsening her opinion on the other sex. Once she started keeping all Utahraptors from her territory, things started to look up. She ate more frequently, and could patrol unchallenged. Parabellum taught her enough about fighting and stealth to pull such a thing off quite easily, and her reputation began to grow. Easily manipulated, but strong.

    Her prowess made her catch the eye of Daybreak, an elegant playboy of a utah who was keen on an easy ride through a tough season - with the good looks to pull it off as well. Honestly, it was nigh on love at first sight for Avril. Finding acceptance after an adulthood of hardship and struggle softened her heart in a way that no words truly could. All the hard nights made sense, a beautiful narriative, but her adoring, cloying, clingy nature was terribly hard for Daybreak to bear, and the mateship had hardly gotten off the ground when it broke apart. This, however, did not make the heartbreak any less painful for her, and overnight it seemed as though she had an entire change of heart. There was a week or so of normalcy, before she all but decided to become spiteful, vengeful, with only eyes on what she wished for: for Daybreak to suffer. The next time she saw him, she chased him bleeding out of her territory.

    As time wore on, she would twist this story into what it wasn't, making an otherwise normal breakup seem like a hellacious experience at the hands of an evil person. She is hawkish and snappy, keen to spread this story as far as she can. With this in mind, she let this poison her perception of all male utahraptors.

    So, she founded her own pack not just to establish this narriative, but enforce it. Her criteria isn't exceedingly tight. Any female, femme, nonbinary, or at least otherwise non-masculine utah is readily welcomed to her ranks as long as they don't irritate her aggression. As much as she expects her followers to attack at her whim, she takes great and vicious interest at who they want to suffer as well. In her coven, all members are equal in contract. One target for one member, and the rest of their lives dedicated to the hunt of anybody on the list. If any member spots a dinosaur on their hitlist, it is expected to attack first and ask questions later. Members of the coven who have had their target added to their hitlist, an are suitably accepted into the pack, are marked by a ritual scar - a clean X carved by Avril's claw. It is a sign of Avril's unbreaking trust in those she confides in - after all, her papa was very scarred himself.

    As the adult she is now, she is only suitably courted by submissive males who acknowledge her authority - but only those who show up with a sundered mouthful of Daybreak has her attention. She is not particularly interested in love, but reproduction will give her packmates. Her every waking breath is dedicated to seeing him worse than he was the day before, to the point of easily joining arms with other likewise scorned Utahraptors to accomplish it - and perhaps get back at their former loves as well. At the end of the day, she only lets down her guard when alone in her den. There, perhaps, she is momentarily a little less single-minded, and prone to reminiscing on the nice girl she could have been. No longer will she be manipulated, at least.

Physical Description: Avril's feathers tend to grow shaggier than most, especially around her neck, and point in odd directions as if its loose in her skin. Her gaze is cold. The feathers between her brows frequently point the wrong way due to her grooming. She is fit as most Utahraptors are, though this is well-hidden under her feathers. Her tailfan is a little longer than most. Expect broken and split feathers, but despite that, a glossy and well-groomed coat. She takes meticulous care in her torn-up appearance, and if she doesn't look grungy enough, she is known to start a fight just for aesthetics.

Modifications:
- Small Accessory Applicator

Stats:
- Strength:10
- Defense: 5
- Speed: 12



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Designer: KreoWolf 
Geno proof: https://www.deviantart.com/comments/1/815684024/4949435045