Post by *Sammə A Wamm* the Plush Goat on Jan 13, 2021 12:06:19 GMT
Age: | 25 years old |
Sex: | Both (intersex by default) |
Orientation: | Bisexual by default |
Race: | Flux |
Racial Quirk: | Transformation skills |
Height: | 3 feet tall by default |
Weight: | 140 pounds by default |
Personality: | Friendly, Cheeky, Charismatic and Generally Fun To Be Around |
Likes: | Talking, Hugs, Food and Learning New Things |
Dislikes: | Seriousness, Etiquette, Close-mindedness and Prejudice |
Weaponry: | Bombs |
Stat-based traits: | Precision mains are very observant and sneaky. They are great craftsmen and negotiators. They can often be found at the market buying and selling. They are also often entertainers and have a knack for telling humours. They also make great spies and saboteurs. Their skills are mental and they use tricks both to attack and protect themselves. They also tend to have a lot of worldly knowledge accumulated which they use to their benefit in many situations. They are very charming and people often warm to them quickly and are more willing to go out of their way for them. Precision types more than anyone are likely to use a variety of tools at their disposal in complex strategies. They often feel like they lack meaningful friendships as those on a similar level mentally are also likely to use the friendship as a tool for what they want. This also means they can sometimes look down on others that are less mentally capable than themselves as inferior beings. However, there's no doubt they make a valuable asset to a team if not the leader themselves with their ability to utilise the skills of others for a common goal. |
Backstory: | Plooky was adopted by a makeshift family of wandering tradesmen that liked to pick up those who were outcast and incorporate them into their ever-growing troop. Unfortunately this meant that not every family member towed the lined or fit in and within the group a formerly minor pickpocket group started to branch out into more serious endeavours. Unfortunately these few were trying to run before they could walk and got caught putting the whole family group under suspicion as being involved in the crimes. Luckily the elders of the group were able to straighten things out with the authorities though it didn't stop the general public from passing the word around about the group and soon sales suffered. Unable to look after such a large group of kids any longer the elders told the young ones to go out into the world and use their skills to make a name for themselves. Plooky saw this an opportunity for adventure and foolishly left for Grenna on their own begging, stealing and borrowing their way towards the place of high prospects. Unfortunately Plooky was out of their depth in Grenna as many people were suspicious of their flux race before they even said a word. "How foolish to judge a person by the way they look" they thought. "If I was a famous hero they wouldn't treat me that way" they continued to think to no-one though themselves. "Hey now. That is an idea. I could be an adventurer." they internalised as few times for measure. "That's it settled. An adventurer I'll be." they monologued in their head while staring into space and attracting looks. "Now. Where to start." they asked themselves now looking a bit more down to earth and full of burning passion. |