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Tacki

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I’m pretty basic. Instead of having lots of different OCs like a few of my friends, I kinda just stick to Tacki. He’s the person I play to escape from all the ugly stuff of real life when I need to. If I need a different character and have the option, I just say I’m playing Tacki from an alternate universe. The connection to my personally beloved fursona helps invest me that much more in any given setting, whether roleplaying or literary or whatever. It also gives others the chance to fit Tacki in whatever projects they’re doing that need a pint-sized eccentric dragon hatchling like mine, without worrying about messing up the established “canon” of my character.

When left to my own devices, I have a tendency to depict Tacki in martial roles (when he’s not just his default, sailor suited toddler self.) especially when it comes to tabletop RPs. If I’m not doing martial stuff like Paladins, warriors and warlords, I’m playing a wizard and building a character that tries to have an answer for as many different situations as possible.

This particular iteration of Tacki feels different from all the other Tackies of the multiverse that I’ve created so far. I’ve written up this version of Tacki already, but I’m curious if all the little details I’ve tried to include in the pic would lead viewers to a similar write up. Consider this an invitation to write up your own idea about this Tacki and the setting he’s in if you’d like. Don’t feel obligated to if you don’t want to though! Enjoy the pic!

Visual Description:
Tacki stands in a lonely field. An orange to light orange sky is behind him. In the distance, a run-down and dead city crowns the skyline. Its buildings are a drab, lightless grey. To Tacki’s right is a dirt road with three black powerline posts trailing away from him. The wires of the posts hang down to the ground, severed from the line. To the left of Tacki is some old wooden debris and a flat, blank white sign. A small rock and a pebble lay still closer to Tacki on his right. Just in front of him and to his left is a crushed soda can colored “cola red.”

This is a different Tacki than you may have seen before. His age could range between 2 to 5 years old. His hair is shorter and there is no long ponytail. His hairstyle is unkempt and wispy. It sticks up in a cowlick at the top of his head and his bangs clump down in a point in between his eyes. His eyes are wide and his irises are blue and shiny. He has a concerned expression on his face and is looking to his left (camera right). He is holding up his left hand to amplify sound coming into his non-visible earholes. His mouth curves down in a slight frown.

Tacki’s little wings are not visible. He may not have any in this universe...

On the right side of the pic, Tacki’s tail is poking up and alert.

Tacki wears a brown, thick scarf around his neck. It wraps around and comes down the side of him on the viewer’s left. The dragon hatchling is wearing a thin navy blue coat. It looks heavily stitched together and possibly modified from a pre existing garment, maybe a sweater. The garment opens up in the middle into two parts towards the bottom. The upper parts of it are bound together by zig-zagging leather straps. There are two front pockets. The left pocket (viewer) has a flower, a cottony dandelion and a leaf poking out of it. At the bottom of the pocket, through some stitching, tiny roots are forking out. Where the “cuffs” of the jacket would be are floppy light grey-blue cuffs that expand outward loosely the further they are from the wrists. There is a dark blue line bisecting the cuffs and following the arm line. There are three dark grey and shiny buttons following the line.

Tied somewhere to the cuffs are strings which are trailing straight down following geavity’s influence. At the ends of these strings are mittens that are the same navy blue color as coat. The leftmost mitten is the most visible and has a large hole where the tip of the thumb would be as well as another whole where the top joint of the pinky and ring finger would be. The other glove trailing down from his left hand is obscured by his arm and a large, leather satchel.

Tacki has an “earthy” brown leather satchel on a single strap traveling around his right shoulder and ending at his left hip. The satchel looks to be about half the size of his head. You can see a little bit of soil in the satchel as well as a large 6 petaled flower coming out of it, with a red rose and a smaller purple flower behind it. Tacki wears a light blue children’s backpack. You can see some of the back, including the zipper, as his body is turned slightly in the direction of the viewer’s left. The light blue straps are tightly bound around his arms, and lighter blue adjustable straps show that he has some give left if he grows larger.

A slightly off-white, presumably thick and cloth-like undergarment wraps his bottom. It is not possible to see if this is a slip on garment or something secured at the sides. The answer is obscured by the leather satchel and the bottom part of his coat.

Tacki’s feet are clad in garishly yellow, rubber rain boots. Each boot has two whitish-yellow “handles” that resemble strings that make it easier for a child to grab hold of and slip on. The handles stick up. The soles of the boots are the same off white color as the “handles.” The boots themselves are stained in dots of mud.

Tacki’s right arm (on the viewers left) is stretched straight and away from his body. In it he holds a rough quarterstaff (it looks like the straightest piece of a tree branch the crafter could find). The staff is wooden brown and is capped (oddly enough) by a red and white soup can. The can is secured on it’s base to the top of the staff (somehow) by a spider web of gray shoestrings. Two strands of the strings go up into the base of the soup can on either side of the staff. Stringy little black roots poke out around these strands and hang down. The lid of the soup can is still barely attached. It is roughly cut and hangs up and off to the right (viewer) of the can. A curtain of leafy ivy falls down behind the can like a cape, ending mostly a hand’s length about Tacki’s hand. The staff and can are a few inches taller than Tacki is. Four random flowers poke out from the top of the can. From left to right you can see a dark pink one, a violet one, a white-petaled daisy and a four petaled darker red flower behind it. The soup brand name is written in cursive in a small goldish oval. It might say “Home Towne.”

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