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I'm surprised someone found out I'm a mudder.

My most common mud, Discmud, has my Player right Hyah

> whoami
You are Myoko the Destroyer of Monsters, Exiled Sung Librarian, Member of the
Apex Club, Swift Scout of the Hong Territories, Patron of the Arts.


Name: Myoko
MUD: Discworld Mud
Class: Weapons Master
Guild: Hong Families
Noteworth Spells: None at all!
Noteworth Skills: nearly 400 ranks in both sword and parry.
Appearance: She is a young Agatean woman of an indeterminant though young age, however the near abscence of colour to her skin, usually only seen on the most adroit of book lovers, makes her exact age hard to pinpoint. She is slight and lithe, seeming almost frail, her hair black as sin and straight frames a soft featured face. She possesses a cold and percicely calculated beauty, much like a secretary for possibly an evil buisnessmen. You know the kind that got the job because their competent , not blond.
Personality: Myoko is neither talkative nor at all friendly. She'll generally do any task she's paid to do, and is incredibly narrowly focused on whatever particular goal she has. Very few people have ever known her to do anything that isn't directly related to the situation at hand, however she does seem to adore any oppertunity to insult someone with a cutting remark.
History: Myoko was born in the distant Empire of Agatea in the city of Hunghung, however at a very young age her family, hearing of wealth to be had in the mainlands, where after a string of failed jobs they became nothing but simple cabbage farmers in the plains of Sto-Lat. Myoko, the quiet eldest daughter, grew steadily more resentful of her parents failure, inability to adapt to the cultural standard, and the selling of her birthright wholesale. Leaving home with nothing but a few copper coins not even accepted in the capitol city as legal tender and an obsessiveness that many find unsettling, she found herself somehow thrust into a fight club under the position of book keeper. She watched the fights very closely, mastering their native tongue first(she has no hint of an accent), and later their combative ability. Once she'd figured out that combat was a simple repetetive routine, she excelled. She now finds employment from various odds and ends, both in terms of literature and the arts, as a translator and most frequently as a "cleaner" as she perfers to state it.

I have two, one for each MUD. Technically they're both the same person =p

Name: Misoto
MUD: ClandestineRace: Doppelganger (half-elven)
Class: Cardinal/Nightblade/Technomancer
Clan/Guild: N/A
Noteworthy Spells: Resurrect, Replenish
Noteworthy Skills: Restringing objects, creating unique food items
Appearance:(image)(image)
This fair-skinned young man is just over five and a half feet tall, of
average build. Pale, curly platinum gold hair hangs to the small of his
back, held in place by several small brass rings. Floating gently about his
shoulders, occasionally covering his face, are two thick locks of purest
white. Light glints on mismatched earrings in his softly pointed
double-pierced ears. His almond-shaped eyes are a pale slate green. He
wears a gentle smile, the corners of his lips always slightly upturned, but
his gaze seems vacant at times, his posture weighted with the passage of
years, many travels, and some faint sadness. If you draw near, you will
realize not all is as it appears: this being is in actuality a ghost, though
seeming solid enough to touch, displaying every semblance of true life.
Unlike other spirits you may have seen, this one has an aura of warmth and a faint scent of exotic spices. There is the impression not so much of a
shade; more a creature of dreams lost and left adrift in the waking world,
not entirely of this realm.

You are using:
<>[Light ]<> (Invis) gentle radiant warmth
<>[Eyes ]<> (Invis) (Glowing) gold spectacles
<>[Ear ]<> (Concealed) mismatched gold earrings
<>[Neck ]<> (Binding) a curious old brass collar
<>[Neck ]<> (Binding) a strand of crimson thread
<>[Torso ]<> (Blessed) (Nosac) a fitted bodysuit
<>[Body ]<> (Magic) (Blessed) (Nosac) worn suede chaps
<>[Wrist ]<> (Binding) an ancient brass shackle
<>[Wrist ]<> (Binding) an ancient brass shackle
<>[Hands ]<> (Glowing) (Humming)
<>[Finger]<> (Magic) (Singular) a gold shenu wedding band
<>[Finger]<> (Binding) an old engraved brass ring
<>[Waist ]<> (Magic) (Glowing) (Humming) a leather belt
<>[Legs ]<> (Invis) (Binding) odd brass shackles
<>[Feet ]<> (Invis) well worn white suede boots
<>[Held ]<> an Iron Pickaxe
<>[Sheath]<> (Glowing) , holding the Sol Wingblade
<>[Sheath]<> (Glowing) , holding the Sol Wingblade
oO(afloat)Oo (Glowing) (Nosac) a scent of spices
<>[Tattoo]<> (Blessed) a tattoo of serenity
<>[Tattoo]<> <3 I love Gemo <3
<>[Unique]<> A QUB Activator
Personality:IC: Misoto is quiet, unassuming, and doesn't speak much except when spoken to, with a voice that could be considered deep, and slightly roughened - pleasant to hear. An ofttimes confusing creature, effeminate in form, gentlemanly in manner; polite and well-spoken
almost to a fault, and holding to very strict rules of conduct. Willing to share food and drink with any who ask, and usually happy to offer healing to those in need, a wanderer who finally found a home, and may be cajoled into telling you the tale, should you ask..


OOC: Currently listening to the IC channel. Otherwise, send a tell or otell. Keep in mind tells will be responded to IN-CHARACTER.
History: As Posted To LJ. Usually, I prefer to have these things revealed through RP.



Name: Misoto
MUD: FurryMUCK
Race: Mavros.
Class: N/A
Clan/Guild: N/A
Noteworthy Spells: N/A
Noteworthy Skills: A jack-of-most-trades.
Appearance:(image)(image)
You see nothing special.
Here stands a young man of average height and build,
but not of average appearance. Age is difficult to pin
down - his face seems cast in a perpetual expression of
neutrality, though faint laugh lines are visible at the
corners of eyes and mouth. His eyes are half-lidded,
almond-shaped with metallic green-grey irises and feline
slit pupils. Rounded gold spectacles rest on the bridge
of a straight, slightly upturned nose. His skin is fair
and hairless, and upon closer inspection, is composed of
soft scales so tiny they resemble fine suede. Crossing
the bridge of the nose and extending beneath his eyes is
a stripe of warm brown. A series of smaller stripes run
from eyebrows to hairline. Curly, dusty brown hair frames
his face, hanging just past the shoulders, and wisps of
brown and black constantly escape from beneath a short-
billed red officers' cap atop his head. Long, expressive
rabbitlike ears flick to and fro. Both are double-pierced.
Whatever other markings he has are concealed beneath his
clothing, with the exception of his hands, which are brown,
and an absurdly long, flexible reptilian tail topped with a
ridge of soft black spines and banded with more brown stripes.
He appears to be wearing some sort of uniform: A high-collared,
tailed red bolero jacket, wide-legged red pants with a black
stripe down the side, and worn leather shoes. The jacket sports
a double row of brass buttons and a band carrying some sort
of insignia around the left sleeve. Gold embroidery decorates
the collar, and a braided watch-chain hangs across the front.
Underneath it all is what looks like an undershirt of some sort.
Personality: Very rough around the edges. A laid-back kind of guy. Not to keen on being touched, especially by people he doesn't know. A very happy and sociable drunk. Likes bowling.
History: Raised by an alchemist in the highlands east of Tag End, Miso learned respect for the land, farm work, hard labor, and a lot of history. Upon his guardian's death, he left his home and travelled to the southern city of Porto Donmarius, with the intent to become a merchant seaman. Rising through the ranks, he became Ticket-Keeper on the steamship Strella'takse. The ship disappeared on a Deathwatch, presumably lost in the inner reaches of the Storm.


Built for RP, the both of them, though Cland-Miso has more useful abilities.