[OOC] Deadwood: Hope, Death, & Misery [Closed]

[Luminous Beings]

ugh YAS fight over me kings

[Mixtape Ghost N]

@Luminous Beings

<Snipped quote by The Ghost Note>

Denied, I accepted them first.

@Zombiedude101

Let's not make Luminous think his dick is that big.

[FernStone]

Wow finally posting a character its a miracle

Myconid

Myconid

_______________________________________________ LIFESPAN: 30-40 years | HEIGHT: 2’4”-4’ | WEIGHT: 20-80lb | FREQUENCY: Uncommon | MAIN SETTLEMENT: Any Dead Forests |

DESCRIPTION ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ No one knows when the Myconid came into existence, not even the Myconid themselves. It is likely that it happened after the cataclysm when rotting forests were in abundance, but they could have existed in much smaller numbers before. It is not something the Myconid themselves care for and they are a race that tends to keep to themselves in the dead forests that span that land, the few others choose to settle in. The Myconid are small and lightweight, looking how you would expect sentient fungi to look. They come in varying sizes depending on the mushroom that they are, with a cap and fleshy bodies with often stumpy legs and arms. They don’t have hands in the same way humans do, many having a thumb and single finger, like a stump with a thumb. This gives them more difficulty doing tasks that require hand dexterity / multiple fingers. Most are plain and simple browns and whites, with a few with brighter red or yellow caps. Their eyes are set just below this, round and black, and their thin mouth is just a line. They have no noses and thus cannot smell. Myconid don't have a gender, though those that venture out of the large dead forests and into other settlements often choose to go one way or another (though a few remain neutral). The majority, around 80%, of Myconid are a poisonous type of mushroom. This discourages creatures that inhabit deadwood from eating them and is generally the most relied on survival method for the many that don't learn how to fight. They are physically frail and weak, without bones and with an inability to build muscles. The rare Myconid that become warriors do it through training and skill rather than physical advantage. However, they have a very high pain tolerance and the ability to survive much more than most races. They don’t exactly have “vital organs” in the same way others do, though it is very easy to cut up and kill a Myconid. They could have all their limbs removed and survived, seeing as they don’t really bleed, but it wouldn’t take much to cut through their body or cut off their cap (which serves as a head equivalent). They don't feel pain in the same way those with complex nervous systems would, it's rather a discomfort of something being lost. Along with this they do have some form of healing factor - if a thumb was removed, it would grow back in a few days, and a limb could grow back in two to four weeks dependent on how much is cut off. Myconid are short lived and mature quickly. They spend the first two years of their life growing underground or buried in dead wood, going from a spore to a sentient fungus. These two years are the safest, assuming what they are buried in can provide them with enough nutrients to grow. After this is the most dangerous time for a young Myconid when they are maturing and easy prey for anything that may wish to eat or kill them (and much less poisonous than a mature Myconid). Only about 1/10 (at best) survive until the age of six, when they are fully mature and by then well versed in survival. Some young Myconid gather together, but this rarely helps their survival chances. The secret of Myconid not being wiped out as a whole is their often single minded goal of creation of the next generation, and the ability to lay down hundreds of spores. Few reach the end of their life expectancy, but as long as they didn’t die in vain, it is alright. There's not really a sense of unity among the Myconid. While they won't attack each other, they tend to be a solitary race, occasionally forming smaller groups with similar mushroom types. Family isn't a thing to a Myconid since they rarely even know who their parent was. Any grouping is normally circumstantial and often between younger Myconid, as they grow older they feel less ties to others. However there are some exceptions. Where most Myconid are peaceful, there are small groups (often non poisonous types) who form groups. These are much more bloodthirsty and the Myconid most likely to venture out of the sprawling, rotting forests. Myconid gain sustenance in two ways. The first is their preferred method, putting down their mycelium into the ground, or dead and rotting wood, and absorbing the nutrients within it. In the large dead forests of Deadwood they thrive like this, and can store this nutrient on their bodies enabling them to go for almost weeks without eating more. The other, much less efficient, way is to eat like most humanoid races. There is nothing special about this aside from being less efficient and storable, and Myconid’s weird preference for rotting food. Myconid are not the smartest of races. The number of Myconid that have learned to read can be counted on one hand. Adept at survival in tough circumstances but fairly simple minded in other aspects sums them up fairly well. They are spread across the dead wood forests, and there is very rarely one without a Myconid within it.

Ari

_______________________________ NAME: Ari AGE: 17 RACE: Myconid PRONOUNS: Primarily They/Them, but little care what others use HOMETOWN: Rotting forest south of the Sorrowfields HEIGHT: 3’1” WEIGHT: 48lb _______________________________ "Well, everyone else in this place sure is strange."

_______________________________ The Poisoner The Poisoner "I wonder how well I can survive outside of the forests..." ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅ What are you? What are you? APPEARANCE ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "I don't really blend in well, do I?" Though tiny when compared to most people, Ari is actually slightly taller than average for their own race. They have a fairly large, pointed cap. This is a light pinkish colour at the bottom and gets darker towards the top, with slight ribs. The underneath of the cap is more ribbed, closer to white in colour than the rest of them. Their body is straight, with little definition between their “head” and the rest of their body. They have comparatively stumpy arms and legs, with stumpy feet and hands without many fingers. Their body is also lightly coloured, getting to a darker purple colour towards their hands and feet. Their eyes are large and jet black, mouth just a slit underneath it with no lips, often twisted into a smile. They have no nose, and no visible ears - just holes in the side of their head. Overall they are unusual to look at, and clearly a humanoid mushroom. CAPABILITIES ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "I wouldn’t eat that if I was you." Ari’s main capabilities come from their knowledge and skill in poisons, something learned from being part of a predominantly poisonous race. Ari themselves aren't particularly poisonous, but always had an interest in it, as a result gaining information about all sorts of poisonous mushrooms, both sentient and not, through self experimentation. The few years they’ve spent outside of their original home has added to this through acquiring other ingredients (such as pieces of various creatures), all of which they use to mix their own poisons and similar substances to bring about a variety of effects. Due to their race Ari doesn’t feel pain the same way other humanoid races do, cannot be easily poisoned and can survive a bit longer without eating (if they consume nutrients that fungi thrive off). They also have minimal control over their mycelium, which they use to bury into the ground or similar to absorb nutrients from the environment (if they’re there). Their short stature, light build and general unremarkable presence means that they go more easily unnoticed than others, mostly people aren’t on the look out or wary of the tiny talking fungi. Though this isn’t so much a learned skill of stealth rather than not standing out. Ari is good at surviving in the rotting forests spanning Dead Wood, having done so for many years. Of course she also has all the weaknesses of her race, being smaller, weaker and much easier to damage. Also if something ate Ari, they wouldn’t die, but they would cause muscarine poisoning (increased perspiration ect, abdominal pain, severe nausea, diarrhea, blurred vision, laboured breathing) for around two hours.. EQUIPMENT ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "Why would I need more than this?" Ari travels light. They carry it all in a simple sack thrown over their shoulder, clinking with vials of poison and filled with pieces of mushrooms and other such oddities. Most of what they have on their person is various poisons and poisonous ingredients. Along with this they have a medium sized, basic knife used for a variety of purposes.

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Who are you?
Who are you?

GOAL
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"I’m bored of just surviving."

Ari is tired of the mushroom way of life, of her only goal being to lay down the next generation before waiting for death. Why should she care about others and not herself? She's done with just surviving day to day, waiting to be killed. She's already half way through her life! What she wants is a life without worry, and with some companionship she was never really offered by her own race. Plus, riches are very tempting.

PERSONALITY
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"Was I not supposed to say that?"

At first glance, Ari’s detached and standoffish nature is clear. Though they are much more social than other Myconid due to a less solitary lifestyle, they never actually get close and form attachments. This comes hand in hand with a lack of empathy, a near emotionlessness in the face of other people’s suffering and death. It’s just the way the world is, and it doesn’t affect them. Their main focus is their own survival, with everything else coming secondary. They’d have no qualms about killing someone if they had to - they’ve killed their own kind before, it wouldn’t bother them at all to do it to other races.

While intelligent when it comes to survival and poisons, Ari is severely lacking in any kind of emotional intelligence. They can’t easily tell what other people are thinking, don’t bother to try, and wouldn’t know if someone was going to betray them until the knife was in their back. That’s not to say that they’re trusting, they have no expectations of others but also no awareness of them. They’re blunt and overly talkative even at the worst of times, as if to make up for all the years they spent alone.

Ari can’t keep secrets, and they have nothing to hide, quite easily talking someone’s ear off if asked. They seem almost too friendly in a world like this, coming from a certain social naivety and lack of care for what other people think of them. If that friendliness is met with aggression? Well, Ari will just shrug and leave.

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Why are you?
Why are you?

"My family? What’s that?"

Unlike many in Deadwood, Ari does not have something they’d consider a tragic backstory. They are a mushroom, and there are only so many bad things that can be done to mushrooms without attachment to even their own kind. They have nearly reached middle aged, which for them is enough to count as having a decent past.

Ari spent the first two years of their life growing in thick piles of rotting wood, before emerging as a much smaller version of themselves. From there they spent time alone, learning how to survive in the harsh environment and having more than a few close scrapes with death. This made them more focused on survival, having a one track mind towards staying alive. It was from this their interest in poisons came, since they themselves weren’t poisonous to scare away everything that might try to kill or eat them.

They spent time learning poisonous mushrooms, non sentient and otherwise, by experimentation - on creatures that might eat it or themselves, since it couldn’t kill them. It was around age six that they gained proper contact with other Myconid, who were normally very solitary from each other. Ari themselves wasn’t particularly against talking to others, but had also seen no reason to seek them out. They were lucky to not be killed on sight by the group of Myconid, mostly of the non poisonous variety and much more aggressive as a result. However they were still relatively young and the leader took an interest in them, so they ended up joining them. Thanks to this her ability to learn about poisons grew: the others in the group would often end up killing poisonous Myconid which gave her something to study.

It wasn’t a great way of life, but it wasn’t bad either. She lived with them, moving through the sprawling rotting forests for Myconid had no permanent home, with the goal of just surviving and finding a good place to set down her spore. Nothing monumental happened to change this opinion, only a sudden realisation that there had to be more to life. This was brought about by no longer having to think about survival 24/7 thanks to being in a group, and having time to consider other things.

This feeling was what caused them to set out, leaving the dead wood forests that spanned Deadwood and found out about the news from Exusia from word of mouth. It sounded like a much better option than constantly living just to survive, so they set off to Exusia to join.

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What else is there?
What else is there?

Ari is just a random name they chose because they liked the way the letters sounded together.
Ari is a type of mushroom called inocybe geophylla / earthy inocybe.

[Mixtape Ghost N]

@FernStone Accepted.

[Maxx]

Reference for Fourteen's roar:

[Skai]

Better late than never

Kymir

_______________________________ NAME: Kymir AGE: 44 RACE: Elf PRONOUNS: She/Her HOMETOWN: Darington HEIGHT: 5’8” WEIGHT: 133 lbs _______________________________ "You can call me Kym, if you like."

_______________________________ Desert Wren Desert Wren "You might hear me coming, but you won't see me!" ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅ What are you? What are you? APPEARANCE ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "Why are you staring at me like that?" Kymir stands at 5 feet and 8 inches tall with an average build. Her arms and legs are toned but not bulky. Her chest is rather small, but Kymir thinks of that as an advantage. Especially if there are slavers nearby. Her skin tone resembles the sand of the desert and her eyes are as dark a blue as the night sky. Kymir keeps her black hair tied back in a loose ponytail that ends just between her shoulder blades. While her hands are usually covered in gloves, it's obvious that she's lived a scavenging life because of the roughness of her palms. The scratches on her fingers are from her years of archery. Her legs are also covered in various scars after years of running and falling in the streets of Darington. In terms of clothing, Kymir keeps a modest appearance and covers most of her skin. Her clothes lack any major wear and tear, but her blouse is no longer as ivory white as it used to be. CAPABILITIES ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "You can really learn a lot in 40 years." Despite Kymir's small size, she has the strength of a grown man and a surprising amount of speed because of her ancestry. While that gives her an advantage for a little while, Kymir needed to pick up some weaponry skills along the way to survive. First, Kymir learned to fight with a dagger. To get in close and attack her opponent's weak points. She then picked up a pair of butterfly swords one day- (picked them up as in stole them from a merchant)- and learned to fight from a distance. To use an opponent's speed and weight against them. Finally, once Kymir settled in Alphos, she picked up archery as a means of making coin and to feed herself. She is an adept archer, but is not a master yet. Kymir is also adept at scaling surfaces and jumping far distances because of her time spent in Darington. EQUIPMENT ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "This isn't my first trip out of the city." Kymir carries a recurve bow as a means of hunting, making coin in various ways, and as a means of combat. A quiver rests against her right hip filled with 20 bolts. To protect her arms from scarring by the bowstring, Kym wears two well-worn armguards made of leather. She also wears two leather rings on her drawing hand beneath her gloves. In case of hand to hand combat, Kymir carries a pair of butterfly swords in a single sheath on her left hip. The twin blades are about the length of two hands, with a d guard to protect her own hand and to use as a blunt force. She also hides a (sheathed) spare dagger in her left boot. For armor, Kymir hides a leather bodice beneath her blouse to protect her vital organs. Along the belt that holds her quiver is a pouch for coin and a pouch with spare fletching, arrowheads, or for her bowstring when she does not expect to use it. Finally, Kymir wears a small napsack strapped across her chest to carry rations, a water flask, a small blanket, a medical aid kit, and a bag of firestarters.

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Who are you?
Who are you?

GOAL
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"I know what I want."

Kymir doesn't really care about the idea of living her final days upon Exusia's exalted grounds. She's fine standing firmly on the ground than living with her head in the clouds. All Kymir wants in life is to live it to the fullest and in the most comfort as possible. Well, that is until she heard about the Queen's proposal. A large sum in exchange for discovering the reason behind the cataclysm? Not only would the information be rewarding, but the actual reward would set her up for life.

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"I may act like I'm young, but I'm probably older than most of the people in this room."

On the surface, Kymir appears to look and act like a woman in her early to mid twenties. She's as bright as the twinkle in her eyes, and prefers to keep an optimistic view of the world around her. How could she not, after so many years of struggling to survive? She's made it this far, and she's found happiness in Alphos. She still has many years ahead of her, too. Why act so solemn in such a solemn world?

While some may write her off as naive for appearing so bubbly too quickly, others will notice overtime that Kym's jokes and smiles are just more present than her cautious and observant nature. Kym has the wisdom of an older woman, and yet she chooses to act youthful because she still is. In elf years, of course. Yet she still has much to learn, and she understands that. She is constantly growing and adapting to this world because it changes with every passing year. So why not have some fun? Why not enjoy this life while she can. She's certainly not going to let anyone stop her. If they try, she'll just assume that they are letting this shitty world win.

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Why are you?
Why are you?

Kymir was born in a brothel to one of it's workers. Her mother kept her existence a secret for as long as possible. At least enough time to save up some money. Her mother used all of the coin she had to bribe an orphanage to take her. There Kymir was raised under constant supervision. Kymir grew to learn to obey the denmother's wishes and to perform basic chores. She also made friends with the other orphans, and grew a close bond with two boys of the same age. The three were inseparable. They grew wise to the ways of the world together and discovered that they were to be sold to the slavers when they came of useful age. Desperate to avoid that way of life, the three escaped the orphanage at the age of twelve.

It was a hard life outside of the orphanage. Kymir had to keep herself hidden as best as possible. She kept her hair short and wore a hat to hide her ears. It would be easy to be overlooked if she appeared to be a human boy. Kymir and her friends made their own little niche in the world in an old abandoned watch tower on the city limits. They kept each other safe and learned basic hand to hand combat. They even stole weapons to use as well. By the time the three of them were seventeen they'd mastered the streets of Darington.

While Kymir was happy with this meager way of life, the eldest of the three, Mikhail, wanted more. Day after day he'd return to their home late in the night. Each night with different scars. Kymir quickly realized that he was volunteering to fight in the gladiator arenas. She and the youngest, Daxion, oleaded with him to quit. Not only did the gladiator arenas represent the violence in this city, they were also a trademark of the slavers. Kym couldn't believe he would participate in such a horrible place. Yet Mikhail showed no signs of regret. He told them he was saving the money to get them out of the city. He made promises to them, but he never kept them. One night Mikhail never returned.

Kym and Dax had no reason to believe he was coming back, so they continued on. The bit of peace the two found together was short lived, unfortunately. Dax was confronted by one of the gangs within Darington a year after Mikhail disappeared. They gave him an ultimatum. Either he would join their ranks and have their protection, or he would be handed to the slavers. It was obvious which choice he would make, but women were not allowed. Kym had to stay behind, but it meant that Dax would be protected. So she told him to go.

Now that she was on her own, Kym had no reason to stay in Darington. It was getting harder to fend for herself now that she had no other support. Dax's visits were growing less and less frequent. She knew that soon he would disappear too. So she needed to disappear first. Kym packed up the small stash of coin Dax had brought her, stole the last bit of rations she could, and snuck out of the city.

After a long journey, Kymir arrived in Alphos. While at first she was hesitant to trust the people of this city she soon learned that it was far more kind than Darington could ever hope to be. She found comfort in this city all on her own. The freedom was intoxicating. Kymir established herself quickly. She made new friends, taught herself new things, so many things, and discovered a joy for life. Sure, the city was dangerous in some places, but Kym could handle any fight that came her way. She even took down a group of slavers lurking in the city. She'd tell anyone, if they asked, that "they ran for the bone sea so fast that you can still see the dust trail they left behind!"

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What else is there?
What else is there?

Kymir is ambidextrous.

[Zombiedude101]

I mean to get a post in soon, work's been riding me hard.