Character Intro: Twig
NB, 26, 6'3, Solo route
Twig is the third companion you meet, stuck in a tree and yelling about it. They're all too willing to share anything and everything about how they got in there, no matter how miniscule or embarrassing. Even if you hadn't saved them, you feel like they would've joined your group regardless. Quickly latching onto the group, their habit for quickly befriending others is a bit of a concern, especially when faced with adversaries.
At 6'3, their twiggy frame easily fits their name. Their robes, light abd draping. Tend to add more bulk onto their silhouette than is actually there, making them seem like a larger target than usual. Moderately greasy and tangled, their slightly curly hair ends a bit after their tail starts, making for a bit of a large rat's nest until Cassian finally gets his hands on it. With blue toned skin, pointed ears hidden by hair, sharpened teeth, and a preference for meat, they're easily confused for an elf. In spite of that, they cheerfully deny that accusation with a pat to their horns and a swish of their tail. No one's really sure what they are, but they seem happy enough despite that.
Easygoing and friendly would be an understatement, especially in Twigs case. With a personality that could rival a golden retrievers, they will happily try and befriend the cruelest if strangers. Naivety permeats their actions, ignorance to the harsh world around them, and bluntness backs that. Behind that swath of hair, Zacharie's a bit insistent that they have nothing in that skull of theirs... which might be true. Beyond all that, they're easily bribed with food... making their loyalty to your group a bit of a question. One might wonder if the only reason they truly stay by your side is to have a steady access to food.

















