[centre][hider=Mogryo] [img]http://orig08.deviantart.net/d7ec/f/2012/003/6/a/6a042b58cdc7e2f74ebb04bf7a125d44-d4l8qqf.png[/img] [quote=Mogryo][color=PaleVioletRed]“Oh pish posh. I ain’t gonna hurt ya, kupo!”[/color][/quote] [h2][b][u][color=PaleVioletRed]Name:[/color][/u][/b][/h2] Mogryo [h2][b][u][color=PaleVioletRed]Age:[/color][/u][/b][/h2] Kupo? [h2][b][u][color=PaleVioletRed]Gender:[/color][/u][/b][/h2] Male [h2][b][u][color=PaleVioletRed]Race:[/color][/u][/b][/h2] Moogle [h2][b][u][color=PaleVioletRed]Job:[/color][/u][/b][/h2] Dancer [h2][b][u][color=PaleVioletRed]Faction:[/color][/u][/b][/h2] Unaligned. Mogryo hasn’t been traveling long enough to be too exposed to the various factions of Spira, what with the Moogle Village isolated deep within a remote forest. [hr] [h2][b][u][color=PaleVioletRed]Appearance:[/color][/u][/b][/h2] [quote=Mogryo][color=PaleVioletRed]“Err...whazz-KU-PHEH!! Hands OFF the pom-pom, kupo!”[/color][/quote] Mogryo the Moogle stands at about two feet six inches (76.2cm) and weighs only about thirty-nine pounds (17-18kg), kupo. He’s got fuzzy white fur, with a little ruffled tuff in the middle of chest. He’s got rather short limbs and his purple bat-like wings aren’t very large either, kupo. Moving upwards, one will notice that Mogryo has a very cute, button nose. Like most others of his kind, regardless of tribe, Mogryo’s eyes seem to permanently be closed or squinting. Topping everything off are a pair of adorable little ears and finally, a red pom-pom atop a black antennae, kupo. Yes, it is cute. No, you may not ruffle it. Barbarians, kupo. As for clothing...well...Mogryo usually goes au naturel. Moogles don’t usually feel the need to wear clothes, kupo. Pants are always out. Cute shirts and awesome hats, on the other hand, have a little more wiggle room. Mogryo enjoys dressing up from time to time, kupo! [h2][b][u][color=PaleVioletRed]Personality:[/color][/u][/b][/h2] [quote=Mogryo][color=PaleVioletRed]“No. No no no no no. You’re not going alone here, kupo. We’ll do this together.”[/color][/quote] Many moogles find themselves called to the thrill of exploration, the Mogryo is no exception. Wanderlust, the dreaded illness that has claimed many a poor moogle, has finally gotten him in its clutches, kupo. The little guy yearns to see what’s beyond the Dark Forest and his people’s village, to meet the strangers that walk under the same stars. There’s just a certain excitement that feels a moogle when he sees someone or something new, kupo. So Mogryo’s likely to be friendly, perhaps overly so. He’s rather excitable and rash, often getting swept away by the passion of the moment. His rather sheltered life in the village has left him rather trusting and gullible, likely to take a person at their word, kupo. The moogle is of a playful sort, not taking things too seriously. If something can be made into a game or competition, count him in, kupo. He’s a bit of a ham, so get him going and he’ll play something up until it collapses under itself. But it’s all in good fun, kupo! The more laughs the better. People are always at their best when they smile. When it comes to danger, Mogryo would prefer that nobody gets hurt. He might play it down, but he really cares about the wellbeing of his friends. If there’s a peaceful option, then he’ll find it, kupo. [h2][b][u][color=PaleVioletRed]Character Flaws:[/color][/u][/b][/h2] [quote=Mogryo][color=PaleVioletRed]“KU-PHEW! Too bright! Too loud! I’m out!”[/color][/quote] Mogryo’s not exactly the toughest guy around. He’s got a rather fragile body and not much mass to him. His physical attacks aren’t likely to do much outside of being annoying. And if he starts getting smacked around? Oh, kupo... Lightning freaks him out. He doesn’t use lightning magic, and he’s not exactly too fond of it being used on him. There’s no tragic reason behind this...the little guy just isn’t used to it. His eyes aren’t prepared for large flashes of light and his poor widdle ears hurt from the loud crack, kupo... While adorable, Mogryo’s stubby limbs actually render him with a horrible reach. He’s got to get much too close for his liking if he wants to use his Fist of Kupo and Justice (fancy name for a slap, kupo!) and really if he’s resorting to that, he’s in for a world of hurt. Naivety, thy name is Mogryo. The young lad, having spent the vast majority of his life in the secluded paradise of the Moogle Village, a place mostly free from corruption, evil, and the like, is not accustomed to the sly folks making up the rest of the world. He’s almost foolishly trustworthy and gullible. He’s not stupid, kupo, he just doesn’t get why anybody would want to lie to him. So go ahead, abuse his innocence! It’ll be fun, right? The dim little thing won’t know any better, kupo... [hr] [h2][b][u][color=PaleVioletRed]Special Abilities:[/color][/u][/b][/h2] [quote=Mogryo][color=PaleVioletRed]“What can I say? I’m a slave to the beat, kupo!”[/color][/quote] A moogle’s got moves, kupo. When the music turns up, Mogryo gets down. Dancing is just a fact of life for the guy. But the moogle’s mad moves aren’t just for picking up the ladies, kupo! He studied under the best dancers within the moogle community, picking up many of the Forbidden Dances. These dances can be enacted to inflict nasty status ailments on foes, or provide support to his allies. But at what cost, kupo? [indent][hider=Dance Skills] All information pulled from [url=http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Dance_(Final_Fantasy_X-2)]here.[/url] Currently knows: Darkness Dance Samba of Silence Sleepy Shuffle Magical Masque [/hider][/indent] The little guy sure is quick, kupo. But when one is as small and cuddly as Mogryo, it’s a necessity, kupo! Unless ya wanna be lunch for some nasty! Not that that really helps him in combat so much but hey, retreat is a valid option at times. And while it’s not exactly combat related, he sure can cook a mean kupo nut, kupo!. [h2][b][u][color=PaleVioletRed]Weapon of Choice:[/color][/u][/b][/h2] [quote=Mogryo][color=PaleVioletRed]“Ooooooh! They make me so maaad! I’ll bop ‘em with my mallet if they don’t stop! KUPO!”[/color][/quote] [img]http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/simpsonstappedout/images/7/7b/Mallet.png/revision/latest?cb=20130714122135[/img] Mogryo isn’t much of a melee fighter, but even he knows not to rush into a fight empty handed. Well, truth be told, he’s not likely to rush into a fight in the first place, kupo! But if things are out of his hands, Mogryo’s got his handy-dandy mallet nearby to bop trouble back into place. It’s...just a mallet. Made of wood? It’s a bit smaller than a normal mallet. More...moogle sized. Go figure, kupo. [h2][b][u][color=PaleVioletRed]Inventory:[/color][/u][/b][/h2] [quote=Mogryo][color=PaleVioletRed]“Moogles like me gotta pack light, y’know? No pockets...kuuupo.”[/color][/quote] 1x Handy-Dandy Wooden Mallet 1x Journey Journal 2x Chocobo Feather Pen 5x Bags of Fresh Kupo Nuts 1x Small Primitive Backpack [hr] [h2][b][u][color=PaleVioletRed]Bio:[/color][/u][/b][/h2] [quote=Mogryo][color=PaleVioletRed]“Hehe, then what happens, kupo? Do the Guardians win, kupo? They win right? ...right?”[/color][/quote] The world of Spira holds many a mystery. Some large, some small. One of these mysteries, one perhaps on the smaller size, would be the disappearance of the moogle. Creatures of pure fantasy, once thought to be fiends but later disproven, that up and disappeared hundreds, if not thousands of years ago, kupo. Well, they didn’t exactly just disappear, according to some. Those people claim that the moogle was hunted to extinction for its adorable pom-pom and fur. But many more simply believe the creature to be nothing more than a folktale at best, and a cheap marketing ploy to sell stuffed animals and moogle merchandise at worst, kupo. Truth be told, they’re all wrong. While yes, the sighting of a moogle in the modern world is practically unheard of, it wasn’t due to the fuckery of Spira that caused them to fly under the radar, kupo. The mighty Moogle people were the cause of their own demise. For within their community, there were two major tribes, differing only in the size of their pom-poms. The small pom-poms DESPISED the large pom-poms and the opposite was true. Kupo. It goes without saying that war was inevitable, the the two tribes nearly wiped the race off the map. And would have, if not for the Guardians, a small number of mighty Moogle warriors that rose up and banded together to stop the fighting. They succeeded, but were much too late. The majority of the people lie dead or broken. The land was bathed in blood...but they were not completely gone, kupo! Thus the Guardians led the remaining Moogles in a long, long pilgrimage, far away from the rest of the world where the Moogles could rebuild and regrow, safe from the prying eyes of the other races. They would cultivate a new Moogle people, completely ignorant of the war and strife which had plagued it so, kupo! That’s where our Mogryo comes in! Deep, deep in the Dark Dark Forest, to the left of the mossy log, right of Laughing Stone, and just before that one cave that you’re pretty sure is the home of a bear, there lies a secluded village, home for the furry little creatures that call themselves Moogles, kupo. These Moogles are the descendents of the few that managed to escape the Great Fall some odd centuries ago. Their numbers are rather few, but steady. Mogryo just so happens to be the youngest Moogle in the village, by all means still just an adolescent in his people’s eyes. It was understood that Mogryo would stay with his village until he reached maturity, and then he would be given the option of either staying in the happy isolation, or leave to see the world, as follows tradition. And of course, he would choose to stay, like almost everybody before him. And that would have been fine with him, kupo. Here he had all the kupo nuts he could stomach, plenty of beautiful music, and his family. Why, what else could he possible need? But that changed one day, kupo. The kupo nuts didn’t set his taste buds alight with the same glorious explosion of deliciousness. The fresh, funky music didn’t feel him with the same electric beat. He had even grown grumpy with his family. It made no sense. That is, until the Council of Elders performed the Dance of Meditation for three full days and three full nights. Then the answer became clear. Young Mogryo had been afflicted with Wanderlust. It was unusual to say the least. Wanderlust had not been seen in a moogle since before the first refugees arrived in the village. Sure, there were a few Moogles who would forsake the villages to go try to make it in the outside world, but that just happened from time to time, and always with mature moogles or those suspected to be a touch mad. Mogryo was just a kid, kupo. But Wanderlust cannot be ignored. To leave it be is to doom the Moogle to Heartbreak, kupo, a fate worse than death. No, there is but one cure. The afflicted Moogle must leave their village, and travel forth to see the world. Meeting new people, seeing new sights, these were the only ways to cure Wanderlust. Such was the terrible curse of the Moogle people. It was a sad day, the day that Mogryo left the village. The music played at only half gusto. Many Dances of Farewell and Dances of Goodluck were performed. The feast even failed to cheer up the little furry guys, kupo. That wouldn’t do. So Mogryo put on a smile and made a promise to everyone, that he would see all there was to see, that he would meet everyone there was to meet, and that he would one day return to the village, kupo. And then he left, knowing that he, like all who leave the Moogle Village, would never lay eyes on the happy village again. But the moogle took his first step into the unknown. And then another, kupo. And just like that, Mogryo’s story had begun. Kupo! [/hider][/centre]