the hive
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starting bio:
name: The Hive.
age: Before the binding, they were around 21; the bee colony was only a year old.
origin: Cadaverous.
appearance: A pale, gaunt human face with dark eyes surrounded by a horde of bees. The bees consume their entire otherwise humanoid silhouette; the remnants of a beekeeper's clothing just barely drape over their form. Their arms, a grotesque mix of human and bug, are spindly long things, sporting hands that have claw-like fingers.
They don a straw hat with a black ribbon. Perhaps they're in mourning...
personality: The hive must dedicate itself to a cause, person, or faction to feel whole. It needs reassurance that it is not alone, that it is loved, and this can drive it to extreme acts of kindness or recklessness. Once an active part of their village market, what's left of the humanity in them recalls this, and therefore despises loneliness. It seeks to rebuild relationships within the world around them as well as the power struggle in their own head. Death and reanimation has made them quiet and eccentric, a living ghost (at least in mannerisms) more than a true person. As they seek answers on their new form, they are content to be a shadow for now.
anything else: (They are not our Queen.)
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q&a.
when was a time you had to make an impossible choice?
"I wanted my colony to live. The winter storm took everything from me; not them. Never them. My prayers were answered, but... this... well. This is what I wished for; to be one with them. Now we live in harmony."
(May you never know peace for what you've done.)
what's something you take pride in?
"My bees... though, now that we are one, it's redundant to say. I am one with them. Our love knows no bounds; we swallow each other whole through the fierceness of our devotion."
(You have enacted Hell upon us, O Creator.)
(You selfish fool.)
name: The Hive.
age: Before the binding, they were around 21; the bee colony was only a year old.
origin: Cadaverous.
appearance: A pale, gaunt human face with dark eyes surrounded by a horde of bees. The bees consume their entire otherwise humanoid silhouette; the remnants of a beekeeper's clothing just barely drape over their form. Their arms, a grotesque mix of human and bug, are spindly long things, sporting hands that have claw-like fingers.
They don a straw hat with a black ribbon. Perhaps they're in mourning...
personality: The hive must dedicate itself to a cause, person, or faction to feel whole. It needs reassurance that it is not alone, that it is loved, and this can drive it to extreme acts of kindness or recklessness. Once an active part of their village market, what's left of the humanity in them recalls this, and therefore despises loneliness. It seeks to rebuild relationships within the world around them as well as the power struggle in their own head. Death and reanimation has made them quiet and eccentric, a living ghost (at least in mannerisms) more than a true person. As they seek answers on their new form, they are content to be a shadow for now.
anything else: (They are not our Queen.)
--
q&a.
when was a time you had to make an impossible choice?
"I wanted my colony to live. The winter storm took everything from me; not them. Never them. My prayers were answered, but... this... well. This is what I wished for; to be one with them. Now we live in harmony."
(May you never know peace for what you've done.)
what's something you take pride in?
"My bees... though, now that we are one, it's redundant to say. I am one with them. Our love knows no bounds; we swallow each other whole through the fierceness of our devotion."
(You have enacted Hell upon us, O Creator.)
(You selfish fool.)
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