Bobbit

Birthday
N/a
Name Origin
"a benthic bristle worm of warm marine waters"
Sexuality
Undecided
Gender
Female
Sex
AFAB

Purchased traits
x1 Unbonded Clutch (Not purchased yet)
x1 +1 egg (Not purchased yet)
Size class
Medium
Weight class
Spry
Plot Death
Yes
Alt
Drowned in flooded cave
Appearance
Bobbit is a medium sized Mycete with tall, thin mushrooms sprouting from her back. A very colorful appearance dominated by bright reds and yellows with compliments of blues. These colors are layered with dark patches and off-white spots around her limbs and spine, tapering off towards the neck and tail.

Nestling-Pin
Bobbit was cared for by her Pama, Burn. A forager, often leaving Bobbit in the care of their fellow mycete as they went off into the night. Though she wouldn’t have time to allow her attachment to her parent to grow, as on one of their many excursions, her Pama did not return. Still much too young, her primary care was given to a hen named Peach, who was an exceptional caretaker. Though she was too young to truly understand the weight of the situation, she still missed her pama, hoping they would come home soon. Until then, she was content to play with the other Pins in the burrow.

Sub-adult
As her mushrooms started to fully come in, her caretaker had garnered interest in a pair that’d recently moved in. It wasn’t long before the three clicked, and Bobbit’s adoption quickly followed. The young hen was so happy! Two new moms, AND a brother?! She had a blast running around and playing with Hawkmoth, exploring the winding tunnels of the underground rainforest, playing hide and seek, even learning in school was better!She only really sought to explore the hyphae more when her mother Cizara was working, though she would often get distracted if her brother was there. She’d especially taken an interest in how mycete tended, not to the hyphae, but to the lights. Bobbit liked how brightly they’d glowed, and how the vibrant green reminded her of her pama long ago.

Unfortunately, her wondrous life of play and learning had taken a sour turn, when a mycete had come to their burrow and talked with her mothers. She and Hawkmoth were quick to eavesdrop after they’d been ushered away by Ibicella, though now she fears that this choice was what had put her on a much different path. The mycete was a fellow forager of her pama’s, coming to inform Peach and her wives that Burn had been found, deceased. They had fallen into a pitfall trap, and hadn’t been discovered by neither avus nor mycete due to the trap becoming inaccessible by the summer storms. While she was distraught, knowing the individual that was meant to take care of her was gone, she was twice as terrified of the implications of what was being said. Her and Hawkmoth had only been given crumbs of what an avus was, of what they did. To hear such horrible acts and creations, be used to harm and kill her own? She needed to know more, if nothing else but to prevent something like this from happening again.

Young Adult
With her graduation to citizenship, her first objective was to use her newfound freedom of the hyphae to conduct a proper investigation on the overlands and its inhabitants, discovering an overwhelming amount of experiences and information. From bizarre tools and contraptions, to tales of caution and fear. The sheer amount of information was dizzying, and trying to sort through the bits and bobs was a little much for her to handle. So, she elected to go directly to the source that this information was being dragged in by, the foragers. She got vastly different answers from each, recalling their own experiences, the stories they’d heard growing up.

The stories she’d listened to the most were actually of a small group of elders, either retired or close to it. They talked about how the Avetherians were spies of the dragons, that they were created to destroy. The issue was that their violent nature only caused them to attack each other, and was a blessing in disguise. The elders also held reservations for an Avus named Cherry that also lived in the Limestone domain, one believing that the reason she hadn’t betrayed them was because she was clipped of wings. And even still they don’t believe that this would hold true for long. An avus wings was what connected them to the dragons, to be stripped of it would be to be free of their control, their infectious malice and thirst for bloodshed. But like removing a mass, that animalistic desire for violence would continue to fester without their masters guiding claws. With the idea instilled, any previous desire she’d had for a quieter life vanished, seeking to find a way to protect her people from this evil at any cost. Training as a tunnel guard, she wished to be in the forefront, to keep the barrier between her home and the barbarians that lived above.

Mature Adult
After years of apprenticeship, she’d successfully attained the role of Tunnel Guard, and took her role in stride. To protect her people. To protect her home. To protect her family. And as the years drew on, her anger and hatred for the winged beasts grew. She couldn’t count the amount of mycete that’d come back wounded from their traps, nor the unluckier few that she herself had to venture out to help drag back. She’d often spend time near the edge of the tunnels, even going as far as to breach the surface when the sun was hidden, before the foragers emerged, to ensure no traps had been or were being laid nearby. Her paranoia had actually driven her to explore past her post, hiding within the undergrowth at the fringes of night to watch for anything amiss.

As the war started to calm again, she had gained an unexpected yet not unwelcomed surprise. She had become gravid, their sire a friend of hers. It wasn’t as unexpected as she supposed, but she had actually tried for a long while, and unfortunately expected to never bear offspring of her own. Nonetheless, after years she had been gifted three healthy daughters, each so precious to her. All of her time outside of her duties are spent with her young, the growing little pins more rambunctious by the day. It’s honestly a miracle she has so many siblings, the little ones having an affinity for going into places they shouldn’t. From day one, she knew she would move earth and sky to keep them safe.

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Height
75 cm
Length(W/out Tail)
TBA
Length(W/ Tail)
91 cm
Weight
40-45lb
Wing Span
N/A
Average MPH(On foot)
44
Average MPH(In flight)
N/A

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