Xenonia

The Sunken City: A Journey through Fallen London

Alright, yeah that's fine. Although would it still be acceptable to try and do a Cryptochromaticist?

The Sunken City: A Journey through Fallen London

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The Sun-Stained Mycologist WIP

Name: Alexandre Streye
Age: 32
Physical Description: The Mycologist is not a physically intimidating man, by any stretch of the word. Rather, he is a gaunt and frail academic, rather shrimpy in comparison to even the average citizen of the Surface. To make up for this spindly and weak demeanor, he dresses in very exotic clothes, shipped from far off lands... Including the more interesting regions of the Neath, such as Khan's Heart, or even Port Carnelian. He delights in finding new and exotic hats, especially.

The most striking thing about the Mycologist is the colour of his skin: At a glance, it appears tan, like any person who has spent their days on the shores of the Surface. However, with closer inspection, his skin takes on a certain... Glow. Not necessarily in a tangible way, but definitely in a noticeable sense: In the darkness, even pitch black, it is still possible to see him. His body heat, as well, seems far greater than that of the average man. If asked about it, he will likely laugh and brush you off, before recording your name amongst those he no longer trusts.
Personality: The Mycologist is a rather jovial man in most dealings, quick to laugh at even the darkest of humours. His laughter, they say, lights up the room. Perhaps it's just an idiom, perhaps not. Who can say?

In all honesty, the Mycologist is a perfectly respectable man in his social actions, kind and cordial in all things. Except during the night time. Oh, how he hates the night time, it makes him shiver and shake with anger at the thought of all that darkness and gloom... Why hide in the shadows what could be brought into the light?

On most days, the Mycologist seems a bit scatterbrained, going through his research into the fungi of the Surface and of the Neath. He dreams to someday see the great Uttershroom and document the beauty of the Blemmigan homeland for himself.
Ethics/Beliefs: The Mycologist is a man very firm in his beliefs, which are in all honesty, rather ill-defined. The most notable is his love of the nature of the Neath, from the fabled Dark-Drop Coffee Bean to, yes, the native Blemmigans. He would never do anything to harm the fragile (is it fragile? So hard to tell, with the Neath...) ecosystem of the lands below.

The other strong belief he has is his love of the Sun. It's not often explained, and he seems quite embarrassed when it slips out, but he absolutely believes that the light should shine eternal.
Occupation/Talents: He is a Mycologist, an academic of a fungal persuasion. He studies mushrooms. In terms of talents, he has a strange innate connection with light... And heat.
Heart's Desire: THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN.
History: The Mycologist was not always the way he was now. He was once a timid, cowardly man, hidden away below the decks of ships sailing the seas of the surface, looking for new and interesting fungi to document. He was honestly quite unappealing as a man, and as a scholar, his work was viewed as pointless and disgusting. All that changed on a fateful voyage around the Mediterranean.

As they came ashore one fateful night, they came across a... Crack, in the ocean. A cavern, seemingly out of both space and time, leading to somewhere deep below. Unbeknownst to the captain, crew, or Mycologist, this was the crack in the Surface above the Unterzee island of Aestival. It was a strange place, dark, but also bright. And that was where the voice spoke from. It said few words, or rather, exactly two words over and over again: "THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN." The Mycologist did not know it then, but these were the words of the Dawn Machine seeping into his head, infecting him with it's... Ideas. Messages. Meanings. And from then on, the Mycologist was forever changed, no longer himself, but rather an unwitting vessel for the will of the Dawn Machine.

The Sunken City: A Journey through Fallen London

Is this still accepting?

Massive Multiversal Crossover

@Earnest Evans hey, for the scene until the mekillot is dead, could you control Sir Frederick and George Melons? I feel like it'd be a bit pointless for me to just keep posting "HE FIRES HIS GUN" and stuff like that, because it feels like that's all there is to say.

Fallout, Tales of the Wastes [Need 3-5 Characters, can be Wastelanders]

Again, I don't actually give a shit. I'm fucking with ya.

Fallout, Tales of the Wastes [Need 3-5 Characters, can be Wastelanders]

>looked and observed
do you really have to look that hard to figure out that somebody is mentally challenged?

Anyways I'm just fuckin' with ya, pulling yer leg. No need to take this shit seriously.

Fallout, Tales of the Wastes [Need 3-5 Characters, can be Wastelanders]

Jerry stared for a moment at the sign, trying quite hard to read it. No matter how he dried, he couldn't quite sound out the words. They were to big, and different from the words he knew. But, the more he looked at them, the more he realized one very important thing, that none of the others seemed to.

"This am old sign. Maybe they not really go anywhere no more?" It was a legitimate idea, worth considering. A considerable amount of time HAD passed since these signs had been made, and if there was really anything left of where they once lead, would it be worth a visit? "Me think we go... That way," Jerry pointed straight ahead. "It am easier to get back. Also..." Another brilliant idea snuck into his mind. "Maybe we split up? Lot of bright blue suits maybe attract more scary monsters. Fewer bright blue suits means less monsters."

Fallout, Tales of the Wastes [Need 3-5 Characters, can be Wastelanders]

Are you implying Jerry's mental deficiencies aren't immediately obvious?

Fallout, Tales of the Wastes [Need 3-5 Characters, can be Wastelanders]

If we're all in the same class, wouldn't most of everybody know each other and their respective quirks: like Jerry being retarded or Oscars family woes or everyone else being really goddamn depressing

Massive Multiversal Crossover

George Melons - Athas

Whilst Sir Frederick attempted to reload his gun, George Melons had prepared an... Alternative ammunition for the catapult. Namely, himself. "THIS IS GONNA BE FUCKING AMAZING!" he screamed, reaching down to pull the lever and fire it, himself atop the corrosive barrel. As he flew through the air, his body began to undergo a change. He twisted and shifted on the barrel, screaming in agonizing pain, as hair sprouted from all over his body. His hands turned into claws. Soon, he was...

WEREWOLF GEORGE MELONS - Athas

A fucking werewolf, heading right towards the eye of the Mekillot!