A scraggly, unkempt little thing with strange holes marking their entire body, bouncing between desperate hope for salvation and the despair of giving up.   They’ll do anything to make up for the expense they bring to a team with their appetite, please oh please, won't you forgive them?   They cling to the hope that their cure lies within the gated walls of the Empryean, enough that they brave sticking with the rest of the crew.   You aren’t sure if their desperation comes from a lack of social experience, the constant buzz of anxiety rivalling the buzzing of the insects pecking at them or the sheer possibility of defying their impending death.   But can you trust someone just as desperate for salvation as you?   PERSONALITY:   Pro’s: Empathetic, non-judgmental, neglected dog charisma, energetic in a nervous way.   Cons: Anxious, desperation fueled short-sightedness, cowardly, disloyal in their skittishness (they don’t build good relationships due to their time alive is ticking)

“..Sorry, am I being too loud?” -Slight croak in the beginning, like she hasn’t talked for awhile) 

“D-Don’t look at me like that, I'm fine really.” (Failed reassurance) 

“F-Figures I should probably chew through the Helio fruit, s’not like it’ll be enough anyway.” (Slight mutter, nervous yet annoyed) 

“I-I know there’s fresh meat, b-but there's more of this, s’not like anyone else likes it!” 

“I mean, I don’t either b-but I doubt the bugs really care that much, a-and y’know, for people who could probably eat more than me despite... everything, they’re awfully picky.” (Timid at first, but picks up in confidence near the end) 

“You know, my mom use to tell me the Empyrean was full of little winged creatures, I remember how wonderful it sounded, buzzing friends everywhere.” 

“Haah, hah..” (Humorless laugh, slightly unhinged at the end.) 

‘’O-Of course I'll share, I'm not some kind of brute!” (slightly offended, embarrassed)