Sparrow Destruction

OOC name: Iko

Appearance: Sparrow is a small girl with a shiny white coat... Well, mostly white. Well, Sparrow has a milky white base coat accompanied by a creamy brown, layering like cream poured into fresh coffee. From the tips of the girl's big, fluffy ears down to her chest runs a smooth chocolate. This mocha pours over Sparrow's face up to the upper, outermost third of her snout, which is white like a marshmallow resting atop warm cocoa. The rich coffee hue flows over the girl's shoulders and her right foreleg, though her left foreleg holds the silky white of her base coat. Sparrow's face is adorned with a dusty, milk-chocolate version of the Destruction markings along with a small circle above each eye. Her eyes, like her mothers, are a green, though her own eyes appear to have a deeper hue than her mother's, offering a similar color to fresh mint, and in some lights, one might spot a dab of her father's honey eyes in the innermost parts of her irises. Like her mother, Sparrow will be thin and spry, occasionally skimping out of meals or forgetting to eat all together. Though tiny, Sparrow has an ample amount of fluffy fur that would be hard to tame enough for anyone to see her frame unless she was thoroughly soaked.
Personality: Protective, Family-oriented, Day-dreamer, Thinker, Kind, Sensitive, Open-minded, Open-book
Like the colors that cover Sparrow's coat, the young woman is similarly sweet. Like her parents, she is eager to help those in need, and even those not particularly in need. She is the quieter support of her siblings, often tailing her family members with a cheery smile and sealed lips. Though she is good at keeping others' secrets, she sees no need to keep any of her own, especially from her family. Like her father, Sparrow values her family at the highest. She is mostly a bit of a daydreamer, but she will become very serious if her family is involved in something or if they need her. She is protective like her father, but, like her mother, she is sensitive. She is more likely to clam up if someone upsets her, especially her family. Sparrow is the type to come rushing if she's needed, but the type to run away if she's hurt. She will go on lock down if she's upset, though it doesn't take too much prying from her family to get her to open up and talk about what's bothering her. Though she rarely acts out in anger, she would do so in a heartbeat if her family needed her to. When not around her family, Sparrow can be seen as aloof, although really she is almost always thinking. Because of this, it can be easy for Sparrow to overthink things and worry when it comes to herself, while with others she can be level-headed without much of an issue. Healing is where Sparrow finds herself at home. With herbs and a few words, Sparrow feels like she can solve any problem. She doesn't love fighting, but takes it on as a dutiful task needed to protect the ones she loves. The young girl is playful, yet gentle, often following her parents and siblings and doing as she's told. The girl has taken pride in being obedient and stable, though sometimes she feels as if the wind is calling her to discover something more, though maybe that's why she daydreams so often. Sparrow is any sweet-lover's dream.
Alignment: Neutral Good
Plans: Going with Bass. Won't leave his side unless instructed to, in which case she will come back early. I'd rather her be there when Wren passes, but I may want to play her soon too, so if I get her, it's something to discuss.
RP sample: Today was the day! Sparrow was to set out with her Father, Mother, and Finch. What exciting adventures would await them? Sparrow skittered about, making sure to gather some basic herbs. She could carry all this, right? No, maybe she would have to leave one or two things. Oh! Maybe Finch would help her! The milk-and-chocolate girl couldn't possibly wait another second. She hadn't slept at all the night before and instead just stared at the stars, daydreaming (or really night dreaming) about the family they would meet. She wondered how many of them would be her age. Would any of them have a coat like hers or eyes like hers? Scrambling as she wrapped the last of her supplies, Sparrow ran off to find her father. Coming upon the gentle giant, the small girl's tail began to wag softly. She set down her herbs and sat by his side. She didn't have anything to say, particularly, and it was still really early, "I'm a little surprised you're awake, but I suppose I shouldn't be," she said sheepishly, aiming to bump her father with her shoulder, "What is it like, where we're going?" Sparrow added quietly. She didn't want to interrupt whatever her father was doing, but she was so curious, even more so after imagining what it would be like all night. She had no idea what was to come on this trip, and that made the girl even more eager to go, "I'm ready, whenever anyone else is." she would finally state, turning to look at her father as the first beams of sunlight broke over the horizon, lighting up Sparrows eyes in the same familiar honey tint as her father's. Whatever was ahead, Sparrow was ready.