Post by The Little Moth on Mar 4, 2014 16:37:44 GMT -5
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Name:*Blushes* What...? (Has only been refered to by Moth)
Alias:
Is that food?
Gender Male, with very feminine traits
Class:Useless Mage Type
Race: Magic Mutated Moth
Age: LIKE ...*holds up three fingers* THIS MANY DARK SHINES HAVE PASSED, I COULD DIE ANYTIME! *runs around frantically* (Is physically 15) (Has been alive for 17 days)
Occupation:What o .o
Residence:Where the Ciru tells me to go I guess....(Kumugu Jungles)
Alignment:
Neutral
Abilities:(if needed)
Animal Instinct: Capable of sensing the idea of hostile intent or deceit rather easily, however, if lured into a false sense of security, these instincts become lax.
Magnificent Sniffer: This little moth child is capable of picking up even the most minute senses, his sense of smell highly reactive to all smells
Night Vision: Although he doesn't usually travel at night because it creeps him out, his eyes can adjust to complete darkness, allowing him sight.
Pollen magic: Although he doesn't know he can use it, he has it, but he has no idea that he naturally possesses it, and thus has no idea what spells he can cast. This is the only type of magic ever available to him, aside from his moth shape.
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Sleep Pollen: This pollen causes a strong sense of tiredness. This does little more than cut down reaction times of enemies by ten percent of what they usually are, and in the cases of already or tired targets, they may be put to sleep. Blue Spores, spreads in a cone, ten feet in front of him.
Pain Pollen: This pollen spreads across the area, to cause a feeling similar to a fiery burn across the skin eyes and lungs of those who inhale it or get in in their eyes. The pollen is read, and sprouts from the user in a 5 meter radius around his body.
Hypno Pollen:This pollen is only effective to those that breath it in., and the poison, causes slight delirium, making it's victims see illusions that would torment their minds.(creative power to the victims here). Purple pollen, Moth will breath it out to the enemies in a small 2 foot cloud.
Magic Strength: Despite his build, he is naturally as strong as a fit grown man, due to the magic that augments the young being's body. However, he also cannot grow in age, height, or physical strength, as the magic formed about him puts him in a perpetual age range, trapping him at the physical age of 15. His physical strength is equal to that of a average soldier.
Wild hair: The magic in his body, allows him to change his hair style at will, although not the colors.
Equipment:
Only the clothing that formed on his creation and a single sharp large tooth knife, the knife six inches in length.
Relationships:
Creator: The only person that he really has a connection with, is his creator, who regrettably, was killed.
Description:
Likes: Flowers, the wind, trees, flying, napping
Dislikes: Void, reptiles, amphibians, fire
Personality type
This child's personality is loving, and gets easily attached to things. His personality isn't really complex in anyway because emotions are an odd thing to him. He doesn't really know what he does and doesn't like in terms of flavors or the like, and he doesn't have anything like a favorite color. In reality, he has a very "pet" attitude, just wanting someone to take care of him and treat him nicely.
Clothing and Physical
Eyes: Green
Hair: His hair is very long, and has a seeming natural curl to it, that seems to change a bit on his mood.
Physical: Slightly childlike athletic build, note really toned, but he is not overly weak looking aside from his meager fashion of moving and walking, his eyes normally wandering, never looking anyone in the eye, and he walks with a slight hunch, as if depressed most of the time.
Clothing: Moth's clothing formed with his appearance, as his master used the remnants of his exoskeleton to form a type of clothing about him. This clothing is a type of teal colored cape with a large fur collaring to it to cover his neck and shoulders. The long-sleeve shirt and shorts he wears are black , along with a pair of long boots that go up to his knees.
Height : 4'8"
Weight: 90 lbs
Biography:
"Moth" as we will call him, started as just a normal moth, fluttering in the air, prepared to drink simply from flowers till it was his time to pass, never minding the passing of time. But his course of time was changed, when a mage who had gone into the Kumugu jungles decided to capture him. Although he did not recognize it as fear, he recounts the experience as scary. He was captured in a jar, and carried to some small hut, or to him at the time, he related it as a large nest in the jungle. he watched as the unusual hairless beast placed his jar in the center of the circle, and he didn't recognize the words that she spoke at the time.
The woman began to set some stones about the circle, with odd markings on them, and around each circle, she scratched the dirt with some kind of odd stone tool. To moth, the situation was terrifying. He was trapped in something he could not see, with a beast creating a web around him. Was this woman a spider? Was she going to devour him? All he could do was flutter about in the jar.
He didn't know the time, but it began to get dark, as the woman removed a the top of her nest, allowing light to go into the small hut. The woman gave a look to him, and he fluttered about, as the light of the moon began to creep across the stones , lighting up the largest one. The woman began making some type of noise, and began to pour a liquid into the marks she made in the ground.
A flash of silver and teal light burst from the jar, as he began to feel some type of power envelop him, the magic wrapping about him. He felt his body change, his size growing, and his mind taking in everything. Then everything was black
The next day, he awoke, in some type of small leaf made nest, and began looking about quickly, panicking. Quickly, he jolted upright from the nest, and tried to fly away, to move, anything. But he found his wings where gone, in their place, he seemed to have some kind of odd skin covering him. Upon further looking, as he attempted to try to sit up, his whole body was strange, and the immense nest he had previously been in seemed smaller. What happened in the last Night Shine?
His hands too, seemed to be like the "monkeys" as they called themselves. But all his fur... why was it all below his mouth?... wait. Moth took a moment, and noticed, that his fur was also above his eyes as well., and he could... feel it? He felt it move, as he twitched, and the fur atop his head shifted. He moved the odd appendages and she tried to get used to them. There seemed to be some kind of.... touch to them. And he was soft? He was as soft as a larva.... he was disturbed as he began to try to move, but found it was difficult, opting to move on his hands and knees, the scrape of the earth odd for him. what was this.....
As he moved, he noticed, that the covering about his body, was not his own skin, what was this? He would think of it later, he felt no danger from it. But as he was nearly out of the hut, he became unable to move his left foot further, and he looked to it. There was some kind of web about it, black, long, and seemingly made of skin, it formed some kind of hold on him he could not shake. He began screaming, clawing the dirt to attempt to get away from the thing.
That's when she appeared. A woman, with curled hair, and odd garments covering her body, seemed to just begin to exist in front of him. But when he looked at her, he felt a calmness about her, and she leaned down and touched her head to his. Thoughts and memories began to flood into Moth, and he collapsed. This person was his... creator? And this was his.... home now? He had some kind of attachment to her, some kind of yearning to stay with her.
He didn't question it however. He stood, as if it was automatic now, and he looked to the woman, his face twisting to an odd smile, and he just stood still. The woman smiled and hugged him, and pet his head.*"You are my Moth little one, you need only stay with me"
Moth believed this, and he responded as he felt was correct, nodding*" True..."* She giggled lightly, noting his responce as a tad off, but pat his head all the same, taking him by one of his hands, and led him to a makeshift chair*" We have much to learn little one, my spell could only pass so much knowledge to you. After all, I don't know what each of those rune stones did to you, but I felt like something at least like this would happen"* She spoke slowly, as Moth tried to process it, rune stones... magic.... these ideas where foreign, but for some reason he understood the idea of them like they were second nature.
The knowledge she would impart to him over the next two days, where trivial knowledge for the most part, teaching him about the city states, the name of the jungle he was in, and the areas surrounding. He understood it for the most part, the memories she put in him agreeing with it, but the memories not surfacing till they were triggered by her.
However, it wasn't a long lived peace, a long lived affection. Never had he felt this type of affection for anything, aside from fond memories as he took his first flight, a feeling he still yearned for. But it was no matter. Today, he walked out from the hut with his creator, holding her hand, and they took a walk into the forest, and she took him to the river, and smiled*" Does your body recognize swimming?"* Moth blinked and closed his eyes. memories of the idea of swimming ran into his mind, and his eyes widened*" Ple-pl please don't make me get in the water!"* His eyes swelled with tears a bit, and his Creator laughed. He smiled, as she hugged him, and then he shuddered a bit. Something was coming. He tried to say it, but it seemed his Creator sensed it to. She let go of him, when some sort of device, something that after some searching, Moth recognised as an arrow, plunged into her chest. And his creator slumped to the ground. Moth fell to his knees, and stared at her, as she bled, coughing on her own blood*" Cre...creator....."* he looked to her shocked, as she gave a desperate look, reaching out to Moth, before slumping over, and falling dead.
Moth reached to her, touching her, the feeling of shock overriding his other feelings, as he also let his senses open to any sounds. But it seemed the thing that attacked her was gone. Moth was alone.
Long Term Objective:
To figure out what his purpose is. Why he hasn't died yet, why he exists.
Starting point( In the Jungle over his creator's body)
Credit:http://tegaki.pipa.jp/30991/17393159.html
Name:*Blushes* What...? (Has only been refered to by Moth)
Alias:
Is that food?
Gender Male, with very feminine traits
Class:Useless Mage Type
Race: Magic Mutated Moth
Age: LIKE ...*holds up three fingers* THIS MANY DARK SHINES HAVE PASSED, I COULD DIE ANYTIME! *runs around frantically* (Is physically 15) (Has been alive for 17 days)
Occupation:What o .o
Residence:Where the Ciru tells me to go I guess....(Kumugu Jungles)
Alignment:
Neutral
Abilities:(if needed)
Animal Instinct: Capable of sensing the idea of hostile intent or deceit rather easily, however, if lured into a false sense of security, these instincts become lax.
Magnificent Sniffer: This little moth child is capable of picking up even the most minute senses, his sense of smell highly reactive to all smells
Night Vision: Although he doesn't usually travel at night because it creeps him out, his eyes can adjust to complete darkness, allowing him sight.
Pollen magic: Although he doesn't know he can use it, he has it, but he has no idea that he naturally possesses it, and thus has no idea what spells he can cast. This is the only type of magic ever available to him, aside from his moth shape.
------------------
Sleep Pollen: This pollen causes a strong sense of tiredness. This does little more than cut down reaction times of enemies by ten percent of what they usually are, and in the cases of already or tired targets, they may be put to sleep. Blue Spores, spreads in a cone, ten feet in front of him.
Pain Pollen: This pollen spreads across the area, to cause a feeling similar to a fiery burn across the skin eyes and lungs of those who inhale it or get in in their eyes. The pollen is read, and sprouts from the user in a 5 meter radius around his body.
Hypno Pollen:This pollen is only effective to those that breath it in., and the poison, causes slight delirium, making it's victims see illusions that would torment their minds.(creative power to the victims here). Purple pollen, Moth will breath it out to the enemies in a small 2 foot cloud.
Magic Strength: Despite his build, he is naturally as strong as a fit grown man, due to the magic that augments the young being's body. However, he also cannot grow in age, height, or physical strength, as the magic formed about him puts him in a perpetual age range, trapping him at the physical age of 15. His physical strength is equal to that of a average soldier.
Wild hair: The magic in his body, allows him to change his hair style at will, although not the colors.
Equipment:
Only the clothing that formed on his creation and a single sharp large tooth knife, the knife six inches in length.
Relationships:
Creator: The only person that he really has a connection with, is his creator, who regrettably, was killed.
Description:
Likes: Flowers, the wind, trees, flying, napping
Dislikes: Void, reptiles, amphibians, fire
Personality type
This child's personality is loving, and gets easily attached to things. His personality isn't really complex in anyway because emotions are an odd thing to him. He doesn't really know what he does and doesn't like in terms of flavors or the like, and he doesn't have anything like a favorite color. In reality, he has a very "pet" attitude, just wanting someone to take care of him and treat him nicely.
Clothing and Physical
Eyes: Green
Hair: His hair is very long, and has a seeming natural curl to it, that seems to change a bit on his mood.
Physical: Slightly childlike athletic build, note really toned, but he is not overly weak looking aside from his meager fashion of moving and walking, his eyes normally wandering, never looking anyone in the eye, and he walks with a slight hunch, as if depressed most of the time.
Clothing: Moth's clothing formed with his appearance, as his master used the remnants of his exoskeleton to form a type of clothing about him. This clothing is a type of teal colored cape with a large fur collaring to it to cover his neck and shoulders. The long-sleeve shirt and shorts he wears are black , along with a pair of long boots that go up to his knees.
Height : 4'8"
Weight: 90 lbs
Biography:
"Moth" as we will call him, started as just a normal moth, fluttering in the air, prepared to drink simply from flowers till it was his time to pass, never minding the passing of time. But his course of time was changed, when a mage who had gone into the Kumugu jungles decided to capture him. Although he did not recognize it as fear, he recounts the experience as scary. He was captured in a jar, and carried to some small hut, or to him at the time, he related it as a large nest in the jungle. he watched as the unusual hairless beast placed his jar in the center of the circle, and he didn't recognize the words that she spoke at the time.
The woman began to set some stones about the circle, with odd markings on them, and around each circle, she scratched the dirt with some kind of odd stone tool. To moth, the situation was terrifying. He was trapped in something he could not see, with a beast creating a web around him. Was this woman a spider? Was she going to devour him? All he could do was flutter about in the jar.
He didn't know the time, but it began to get dark, as the woman removed a the top of her nest, allowing light to go into the small hut. The woman gave a look to him, and he fluttered about, as the light of the moon began to creep across the stones , lighting up the largest one. The woman began making some type of noise, and began to pour a liquid into the marks she made in the ground.
A flash of silver and teal light burst from the jar, as he began to feel some type of power envelop him, the magic wrapping about him. He felt his body change, his size growing, and his mind taking in everything. Then everything was black
The next day, he awoke, in some type of small leaf made nest, and began looking about quickly, panicking. Quickly, he jolted upright from the nest, and tried to fly away, to move, anything. But he found his wings where gone, in their place, he seemed to have some kind of odd skin covering him. Upon further looking, as he attempted to try to sit up, his whole body was strange, and the immense nest he had previously been in seemed smaller. What happened in the last Night Shine?
His hands too, seemed to be like the "monkeys" as they called themselves. But all his fur... why was it all below his mouth?... wait. Moth took a moment, and noticed, that his fur was also above his eyes as well., and he could... feel it? He felt it move, as he twitched, and the fur atop his head shifted. He moved the odd appendages and she tried to get used to them. There seemed to be some kind of.... touch to them. And he was soft? He was as soft as a larva.... he was disturbed as he began to try to move, but found it was difficult, opting to move on his hands and knees, the scrape of the earth odd for him. what was this.....
As he moved, he noticed, that the covering about his body, was not his own skin, what was this? He would think of it later, he felt no danger from it. But as he was nearly out of the hut, he became unable to move his left foot further, and he looked to it. There was some kind of web about it, black, long, and seemingly made of skin, it formed some kind of hold on him he could not shake. He began screaming, clawing the dirt to attempt to get away from the thing.
That's when she appeared. A woman, with curled hair, and odd garments covering her body, seemed to just begin to exist in front of him. But when he looked at her, he felt a calmness about her, and she leaned down and touched her head to his. Thoughts and memories began to flood into Moth, and he collapsed. This person was his... creator? And this was his.... home now? He had some kind of attachment to her, some kind of yearning to stay with her.
He didn't question it however. He stood, as if it was automatic now, and he looked to the woman, his face twisting to an odd smile, and he just stood still. The woman smiled and hugged him, and pet his head.*"You are my Moth little one, you need only stay with me"
Moth believed this, and he responded as he felt was correct, nodding*" True..."* She giggled lightly, noting his responce as a tad off, but pat his head all the same, taking him by one of his hands, and led him to a makeshift chair*" We have much to learn little one, my spell could only pass so much knowledge to you. After all, I don't know what each of those rune stones did to you, but I felt like something at least like this would happen"* She spoke slowly, as Moth tried to process it, rune stones... magic.... these ideas where foreign, but for some reason he understood the idea of them like they were second nature.
The knowledge she would impart to him over the next two days, where trivial knowledge for the most part, teaching him about the city states, the name of the jungle he was in, and the areas surrounding. He understood it for the most part, the memories she put in him agreeing with it, but the memories not surfacing till they were triggered by her.
However, it wasn't a long lived peace, a long lived affection. Never had he felt this type of affection for anything, aside from fond memories as he took his first flight, a feeling he still yearned for. But it was no matter. Today, he walked out from the hut with his creator, holding her hand, and they took a walk into the forest, and she took him to the river, and smiled*" Does your body recognize swimming?"* Moth blinked and closed his eyes. memories of the idea of swimming ran into his mind, and his eyes widened*" Ple-pl please don't make me get in the water!"* His eyes swelled with tears a bit, and his Creator laughed. He smiled, as she hugged him, and then he shuddered a bit. Something was coming. He tried to say it, but it seemed his Creator sensed it to. She let go of him, when some sort of device, something that after some searching, Moth recognised as an arrow, plunged into her chest. And his creator slumped to the ground. Moth fell to his knees, and stared at her, as she bled, coughing on her own blood*" Cre...creator....."* he looked to her shocked, as she gave a desperate look, reaching out to Moth, before slumping over, and falling dead.
Moth reached to her, touching her, the feeling of shock overriding his other feelings, as he also let his senses open to any sounds. But it seemed the thing that attacked her was gone. Moth was alone.
Long Term Objective:
To figure out what his purpose is. Why he hasn't died yet, why he exists.
Starting point( In the Jungle over his creator's body)
