BE PROUD OF ME PLEASE ☆ boo

we'll see the sun come up again, we'll climb higher than we've been

The insect's footsteps were loud and noisy. They clicked in a strange way against the ground, a way that could only be created by an exoskeleton. It was usually hard to hear, as insects were incredibly small. One grown to substantial size, though, made the noise all the more easy to hear. His mind was a torn thing, torn between the mind of a tiny little insect and a budding ferocious dragon. Usually the instinct of the insect side of him won out his dilemmas. He clicked and clattered, buzzed and sometimes even could be seen making vague noises that were akin to chirps. Grumbles and rumbles, deeper noises that came from the dragon side of him were often overrun in favor of what was familiar. They were the external and noisy signs that it was an insect mentality that he had. The life of a bug he tried to replicate, even if such was not the case. He was a massive dragon, not a small cicada that he should have turned into. The mindsets conflicted heavily, but Astiar didn't care enough to fully dismiss one or the other. It added to the fact that his mental strength was beyond weak, that his will was thin and his motives were incredibly barren.

In truth, Astiar had been merely wandering around. It wasn't uncommon of him. The bug would wander and move around, searching and clicking and spreading his buzzing noise wherever he went. Being greeted by children flew right over his head, but he followed nonetheless. It came from his need to be in a group, a colony: a noisy one at that. The gentle buzzing of his wings as proof of such a thing. He did not like the silence, and the ever present buzz that came from him allowed for such to be proven time and time again. The buzzing stopped when he took in the maze that had been constructed. Once, twice, his mandibles clicked. He couldn't comprehend it, but that didn't mean that his curiosity could be deterred. Astiar was prone to reacting on instinct. It was the only logic someone such as him could run on. He did not possess enough intellect to form actual mental processes and thoughts. At the most, he seemed able to convey curiosity. His footsteps came to a startled halt when suddenly someone leaped from the darkness. The dragon recoiled swiftly. His head arched back and his wings began to madly buzz. Six feet loudly stomped against the ground as his body recoiled away from the sudden surge of fright. Such a large creature being frightened by a shout and sudden appearance was funny, if one could ignore the sheer noise that his fright created. Hisses and loud buzzing tore through the air, the chosen noises to display his terror. The bug stumbled backward still, tail swinging behind him in a frantic and fearful response.

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GENERAL.
✧ Astiar | Asti, Ast, Bug
✧ physically medium, mentally easy | 7/30
✧ male | he/him
✧ the pitt | pittian

APPEARANCE.
✧ dragon (ref.) | health: 100% | cicada
— a nine foot seven inches tall cicada themed dragon. He has four antennae growing on his head from orange growths on his head. Two grow in front of his twisted horns, and two from behind. Dewclaws point backwards from the body-facing side of all six feet. He has mandibles on either side of his mouth that come from his upper jaw. The top of his upper jaw lays a hardened segment of scales, dotted with yellow dots. These extend as deep green freckles onto the face. A long stinger rests at the end of his lanky, segmented tail. His body has the segmented build of an insect, consisting of a deep orange head, brown body and abdomen, and black spine. His underbelly is a pale navy, with splotches of yellow showing the separation of the sections. His wings are tinted blue, but are translucent. The membrane for them is a bright, vibrant orange. Each wing has one claw at it's second bone, pointing down the rest of the wing's length from the body. His front paws have five fingers, while the rest of his limbs have only three toes. His red eyes are near unblinking, and are built like that of an insect. A series of jagged spikes rise from his black back, and run down his head to his neck.
— tongue and blood is yellow
— no current injuries

COMMUNICAION.
✧ Soft Buzzing
— Ambient noise. Pleased. Feels like making noise. Stretching. Curious.
✧ Loud Buzzing
— Angry. Infuriated. Sizing up. Stop. About to strike. Flying.
— IF ALONE: 'Come here'. 'Come closer'. 'Help'. 'Need assistance'. Lonely
✧ Mandible Clicking
— Ambient noise. Hungry. Curious. Nervous.
✧ Hissing
— Angry. Irritated. About to strike. Stop. 'Stay away'. 'I'm uncomfortable'. Testing vocal cords.
✧ Chattering
— Ambient noise. Mimicking speech. Pleasant.
✧ Grumbling
— Irritated. Annoyed. Being pessimistic. Bothered.
✧ Roaring
Angered. Infuriated. Enraged. Sizing up. Stop. About to strike.
✧ Rumbling
— Curious. Intrigued. Friendly. 'Come closer'. Pleased. Happy.

PERSONALITY.
✧ Curious, inquisitive, devoted, loyal, open-minded
✧ neutral sided, easily impressed, impressionable
✧ clueless, over-obedient, takes commands without hesitation


RELATIONSHIPS.
✧ adok x yitz
✧ clipyer
✧ demiromantic bisexual | single
✧ friends
— will add

INTERACTIONS.
✧ physically medium | mentally easy | no powers | no weapons | claws, teeth, talons
✧ will start/end fights on command, easy provoke | will kill
✧ very limited fighting knowledge
✧ allowed to powerplay peaceful actions | attack in bolded #B21925 | mention [member=7712]Astiar[/member] when attacking

MISC.
— mostly feral
— speaks a wordless bug language
— worker drone
✧ Obeys without question

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we've got a fire that burns within, we are the dragon hearted