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"Call me Moo. I like Cows."

Name: Moo
Species: Mutator Formarum, Shape Shifter
Age: Often seen in early twenties.
Gender: No discernible sex, often appears female
Alignment: True Neutral
Appearance (Common): Moo is an odd one, as far as shifters go. She most commonly appears as a young woman in her early twenties, with honey brown hair, full, pouty lips and green eyes. The flesh she maintains is lightly tanned skin that is very, very smooth, lacking the small, fine Vellus hairs, referred to as peach fuzz. She has a flat chest, and curvy hips to contradict. An androgynous, though just decisively female form. She stands at 5'6" tall.
Moo has been seen in many, many different forms. As noted by her own admission, she is able to take any form she can imagine, and simply maintains her current form because it feels comfortable. She is keen minded and friendly by choice.
Sexuality: Moo is a self-admitted Demisexual. She explained that she forms emotional connections with partners over physical ones, and uses the physical one to reinforce her emotional one; A Secondary connection is established before she establishes a Primary one, and then uses the Primary to reinforce the Secondary, instead of the reverse seen in the Homo Sapien. Moo explained further, saying that shape and physical form are a cheap illusion to her, because she can change her form as required. The individual is far more valuable to her.
Limitations and Weaknesses: Moo is limited by the form she takes at any given time. The form she takes behaves exactly how that form is expected to behave, except that it does not age. As an example, her human form can have its bones broken, its flesh cut, stabbed, shot, ect. And she will experience the same pain, and it is believed that she will die from fatal wounds. Outside of combat, or given enough time to focus, however, she can reshift into the damaged form as it should be, or any other form in perfect health. Moo admits that this takes time and focus, and cannot be done in the hectic environment of combat. Infections and sicknesses must heal naturally, regardless of what form she takes. This leads to the belief that toxins, venoms and poisons behave similarly, and thus, are the most effective way to combat Moo, should it be necessary.

"I will await the worthy. All else will see me as they see the wind. I will pass by with little more than a fleeting acknowledgement."



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K Byron Report | 10/03/2017 9:51 am
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Epicurean Heart Report | 01/27/2016 11:25 pm
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I'm sorry..things have been rather stressful lately, among other things. I hope all is well on your end.
Zanderkvothe Report | 01/03/2016 7:49 am
Do you know what it is like to be a lamp? You asked, for the flash of a second a the creature's smile broadened, but fled as you continued. His tail twitches in discomfort, the flames turn a deeper green and shrivels. He had presumed too much, you had looked so at ease, his meaning had been one of aw- his meaning did not matter he reminded himself, hankering again to your questions. Possibly to your narrative. You drew your legs up under yourself and he felt newly awash with polite embarrassment.
Your voice was inviting but on the but on the diminishing cords of each word was a warning. A reprieve from thirst from a glass marked arsenic.
He had all intent of mulling this over, the encounter, it's foolishness, your questions for a long hour. Surely there was a bit of fancy to be had by contemplating being a common lamp. But the last question struck him and sat lodged where he could not quiet reach for it. A well paced shaft betwixt his should blade and rib.
Pained as you found your feet the amalgamation followed for but a few steps, “How sad a creature I would be not to have empathy enough, least enough, for that?” his words faltered, not in the way of coming out of his mouth oddly (which naturaly they did) but in the insipid manor of one who might already have their answer and is trying to deny it. His steps slowed, stopped, he pulled his lute forward and lovingly ran a claw down the wire, the flame sputtered a few lime plumes.
“How long can one stay, both flame and wick?”
Zanderkvothe Report | 12/31/2015 10:04 am
When you say that you go where ever your feet take you his stance relaxes, and the smile grows in a way that hides all it's teeth.
But then to his intrest...
In contemplation he scratched scratched his muzzle, watching you get comfortable on on the dead stump. To call it dead was a disservice he felt and amended it, cloven might fit better. Split as it was there was surely life in it yet. Moss and such. Surely there was a even better term-?
The flames that lapped out from under the green hood dwindled for the span of this thought. The cloth show no worry for the heat regardless.
Finding he was staring at the stump, at you feet and gently pushed his own face to the side so as not to be rude. “My interest..” He paused still undecided. “Is to find questions, I found people pick up answers as easy as pennies. They have a comforting weight but we keep scrounging for more lest we come up short. I thought I'd be beggardly and look for questions. For eexample, another creature I might ask, 'what do you want to be?' bu you are so at ease in your mask I wonder if you haven't grown to fit it.”
The words sting together oddly, like bricks on a chain, bumping into each other at section and with wide gaps in others. He bows his head respectful and places the free hand on his chest. “Forgive me If I presume much.”
Zanderkvothe Report | 12/29/2015 11:08 pm
The creature slows down, it's tail draging behind it, it's clothes covered in dust, under the shade and flame that hide under it's hood it study's you. It has already met a fair amount of oddities today but you, you look so bizzarly human it has to consider at least one more venture into conversation.It slides it'swell loved lute under the arm obscureed by his short, green, cloak. "May I sit with you a moment?" It asks, the world rolling akwardly off it's maw. Such a thing was ment for rending flesh, not mixing sounds into the delicate patterns needed for words. Still the tone could be thought of as pleasent, deep with a growl on the end, bu not agressive, just the growl of a torn throat. "Or I might walk with you if you're onto somewhere."
Epicurean Heart Report | 08/22/2015 7:48 pm
Epicurean Heart
emotion_bigheart You're missed 'round these parts missy
Kuroko Kusanagi V1 Report | 08/16/2015 4:27 pm
Kuroko Kusanagi V1
your welcome
Aurecca Report | 08/16/2015 4:25 pm
I'll agree to that "dapper" description. Well done.
Kuroko Kusanagi V1 Report | 08/16/2015 4:21 pm
Kuroko Kusanagi V1
nice X3 well you nailed it


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