#owl's characters

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This is Akila, she’s a demon goddes and a bit of a bitch,and i love her a lot Designing her was very annoying and i went rought a bunch of drafts but i think im finally happy with her looks, even if i wish i could think of ways to make it more intricate but oh well

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What Is A Beetlemoose?

Well for starters, it obviously has six legs. But they’re moose legs, with sticky pads on the hooves. They’re about the same size as a regular moose. Its large, branching antlers are covered in soft, bumblebee-like fuzz in spring, which they scrape off against trees in summer to early fall to reveal an iridescent sheen similar to a scarab beetle. Their noses are tipped with hornlike appendages as well, much like insects in the dynastid family, and their lips curl back to reveal mandibles similar to a stag beetle. They bear thick carapaces on their backs, the iridescence of which matches their antlers, and beneath their carapaces are large, filmy wings that are like a sort of flexible fiberglass- oh yeah, these terrifying things can fly. They are mostly hairless, with the exception of their muzzles and the lower segments of their legs, and the rest of their body is covered in a chitinous material. As for their eyes, they are bulging, compound structures, creating the need for “eye bones”. Squinting too hard forces the eye back into the skull, which may cause eye bone fractures, and it is for this reason that the Beetlemoose is a strictly nocturnal beast.

Beetlemoose reproduction occurs when the Beetlemoose selects a mushroom and injects it with its venomous spit. The venom hijacks the mushroom spores, but it also slowly kills the mushroom; as a result, usually only one or two Beetlemoose are born at a time. The stronger Beetlemoose eats its sibling. The type of mushroom selected may have an effect on what abilities the Beetlemoose has, though most Beetlemoose are capable of spitting gastric acid at their enemies. 

Beetlemoose Subspecies

Common Beetlemoose: Beetlemoose of average size with no additional abilities. Usually born of common, edible mushrooms.

Bioluminescent Beetlemoose: Beetlemoose with glowing antlers and carapaces. Born of any bioluminescent mushroom.

Puppeteer Beetlemoose: Parasitic pygmy Beetlemoose born of cordyceps that were illegally injected with Beetlemoose venom. They are capable of controling the actions of their host.

Oozing Beetlemoose: Beetlemoose born of the shaggy ink cap. Their hides are always slick with black ooze. Oozing Beetlemoose carcasses will self-digest. 

Burrowing Beetlemoose: These small, rotund Beetlemoose are always born of truffles. The fuzz that they scrape off their antlers can be collected and pressed to make a delicious oil.

Angelic Beetlemoose: Albino Beetlemoose born of Destroying Angels. Known for luring the unwary into their territory with empty promises before goring them on their antlers. Can be differentiated from all-white Common Beetlemoose by the veil-like fibers that cling to their ankles.

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Extra Facts About Jubilee

And her family.

Jubilee loves peppermint, whether it comes in the form of candy, tea, or just about anything else. She also adores fresh cherries.

Her favorite color is brown.

She plays the flute.

She hates bubblegum.

She has a strong sense of duty and is incredibly dedicated to her work. She tends to assume that others are the same way and will either offer to help or leave someone to their own devices if they mention that they still have tasks to complete.

Jubilee comes from an old, prominent family whose views are well respected within the community. As such, they are often the subject of gossip and rumor, but more often people look to them for advice or assistance.

She loves to sing, as most elves do, and she’s pretty good at it.

She spends much of her free time during the dark half of the year up on one of the glaciers, watching the northern lights.

When she’s off duty or she thinks she’s alone, she can be quite the pottymouth. It’s a bad habit she picked up from her grandmother.

She keeps scrapbooks of all the people she’s granted wishes for, as well as several just for family. There’s an entire bookshelf dedicated to them in her room.

Sometimes, when she’s especially full of magic, she’ll pop around and do random nice things for strangers, like leave a chocolate in their coat pocket or weed their garden when they’re not looking.

Jubilee isn’t afraid of heights, but she is afraid of falling. She tends to become uneasy if she’s near a ledge with no guard rail or if the ground doesn’t feel stable (or simply isn’t there).

Growing up at the Pole, Jubilee never learned how to swim.

She collects nutcrackers.

When she bakes, absolutely nothing is premade. It even irks her when she has to used canned fruits because fresh ones are scarce.

Jubilee is afraid of bugs and spiders.

Her ears twitch when she’s listening intently or she’s particularly interested in something.

She’s left handed.

She has a spray of aspen leaves tattooed on her left shoulder, in commemoration of her father.

Jubilee typically smells of spruce, cinnamon, and freshly baked cookies.

She has a low tolerance for alcohol, and generally won’t touch the stuff unless it’s a special occasion; not after her last incident, which involved vodka, a polar bear, and quite a bit of property damage.

The first time she left the Pole, she was nearly trampled by a horse. She’s been wary of them ever since.

Her father died in a blizzard when she was young.

After her father passed, her mother became somewhat sickly and prone to illness. Her grandmother moved in to help look after everyone and ease the strain of trying to take care of them all, and now that they can all take care of themselves, nobody’s quite had the heart to leave.

The two eldest siblings are very protective of the younger three because they were the ones entrusted with the most responsibility during times when their grandmother was taking care of their mother just as much as she was them.

One year she was assigned to a man who was in prison for a murder he didn’t commit. She stuck by him, but by new Years she could hardly leave her bed because the prison atmosphere left her so weak.

Jubilee’s recipe book once belonged to her father, who wrote many of the entries himself. She found it while exploring the attic one day, a decade or two after he passed. She’s read it through many times, and keeps it on her bedside table when she’s not actively using it. Most of the pages are still blank, and all of the newer entries are her own.

Her birthday is the 20th of January.