Tuxedo Code



 Tuxedo

 tuxedo is rosa and zamia's future adopted child. they are a non-binary 3-year-old mudwong with distant icewong ancestry. the three will one day live together in hideaway, a small village in the haven. they exists in bloom's au.



Appearance
tuxie is the ultimate cinnamon roll.

with a rounded frame, large dark eyes, and tiny, grabby claws... it's no wonder that they grasped their adopted parent's hearts. tuxie has a plumb, small build, being a young dragonet. they had tiny curled horns, and small blunted claws. tuxie never cared much for being fit, and their family never criticized them for it. still, tuxie has fairly developed muscles; they don't neglect to go out and play. tuxie can usually be found with stains of ink on their paws, as well as cookie crumbs on their cheek.

most of tuxie's scales are a dark brown, earning them their name. their back spikes are even darker, and at night, they almost seem black. these scales match tuxie's eyes, which are also a pooling ebony.



Personality
Words, words, words



Abilities
Words, words, words



History
tuxie's story is a tragic one.

they once lived happily, with their family. they had a sister- tiramisu- and two happy parents- latte and chocolate. the family lived in the haven, where they thought they where safe, and tuxie spent their days helping out in their mother's coffee shop and stealing mini-cakes from the customers. but good times never last, not in this world.

at the age of two, tuxie lost all their family members to a terrible fire. their home, their loved ones, and the life they'd always known was wiped away, and only ashes remained. before tuxie could blink, or even begin to think about their situation, they where whisked away by the government, taken and put inside of a musty old orphanage. tuxie's world shattered.

POV timeeeeeee....

it was dark. the place they had put them in. tuxie could barely make out some of the room's features. if they squinted very well, they could see the faint outline of a place to sleep. not that tuxie could sleep. not now. the walls where a dreary gray, and the room lacked a proper window. instead, a small, greasy lantern was hung from the ceiling, and several small fireflies where trapped inside it, forced to spend their life being used. for their light.

right now, i feel like on of them, tuxie thought. trapped. taken away from what they deserved. feeling utterly empty, tuxie sat down against the wall, leaning their head back and sighing. at least the big dragons are gone. there had been to many of them. large, larger than tuxie's pa, with black scales and ugly snouts. with squinty eyes that scrutinized them.

this was tuxie's life now.



Relationships
Name: Words, words, words

Name: Words, words, words

Name: Words, words, words



Trivia

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