Comments are okay! Content Warnings (will be updated as New characters are added if it’s necessary) Mentions use of Recreation substances (doesn’t go into detail though)
Full Name: Nemesia Nicknames/Aliases: Nems, Mems, Sia Pronouns: He/They Species: TCP Morph/Type: Comfort Type Personality: Nurturing, empathetic, compassionate, shy, anxious Likes: Blankets, plushies, soft pillows Dislikes: Loud sudden noises, flashing lights, gore Fun Facts: This tcp has to obtain any cute plushy or plush blanket they see. They love them!!
Name: Tragedy Nicknames: Rags Pronouns: He/him Species: TCP Morph/Type: Trauma Type Personality: Depressive, cynical, loner, Hard on self, kind to friends, wary of strangers Likes: Sweet things, warm baggy clothes, quiet time, Recreational substances Dislikes: Confrontation, dealing with his emotions or discussing them (it hard), being touched. Fun Facts: He has a collection of B rate movies, they’re a guilty pleasure.
Name: Venus Nickname: N/A Pronouns: It/its Species: TCP Morph/Type: Slime Type (Form) Personality: Inquisitive, Introverted, friendly, mild mannered, nervous, protective, laid back Likes: Astronomy, painting, organizing, cleaning Dislikes: Strobing lights, dirt, sand, pine needles Fun Fact: It can look at the sky and point out any visible constellation to you, and name whatever planet is currently visible as well.
Name: Stella Nicknames: N/A Pronouns: They/Them Species: TCP Morph/Type: Bastard Type Personality: Fun loving, curious, outgoing, honest, exuberant Likes: Bugs, space, painting, being around friends Dislikes: Big changes, loud bangs, Fun Fact: They can tell you some interesting facts about most of the insects they’ve seen. Especially if it’s a beetle.
Name: Riptide Nickname: Rips Pronouns: He/they Species: Courier Morph/Type: Envoy Personality: Gullible, Naive, Social, trusting, easy to confuse, inquisitive, kind Likes: Shells, Glowing things, shinies, charades, games, coloring Dislikes: Needles, snow, loud noise Fun Fact: He’s the household champion of charades, very very good at it.
(gift from Bardcat!)
Name: Supernova Nickname: Nova Pronouns: She/her Species: Flexin Morph/Type: Water Wiggler Personality: Social, outspoken, perky, info dumps, loyal, loving, gullible Likes: Stargazing, Star mapping, photography Dislikes: Sharp objects, fire, being alone Fun Fact: She has a collection of star maps she’s acquired and made, and a list of every planet discovered so far.
Howdy howdy I am Crypt/Cryptid (aka Blue, aka Adrian) you can call me whichever name I’ve collected, i will respond! Im new to this whole thing and was introduced to it by a friend. Already have a handful of TCPs. Been a while since I’ve been on a Forum (Over a decade lmao) so this’ll be fun! I love drawing, rp, writing, and cats. I really love cats. I have four kitties and they’re like my babies. UUUUH Idk that’s all I can think of, I am shy so bear with me, but i do look forward to meeting every one
Ground Rules - All content created within this RP is considered fanon. - No participant must incorporate their participation into official canon or their fanon. - Both Overseers and Subjects must follow each Player's blacklist. - Harassment, such as malicious incorporation of blacklisted material, will be met with a zero-tolerance policy within the RP and may result in moderator action if sufficiently severe.
Now that the housekeeping is out of the way, let us begin. Spoilers are ahead.
The Maze Trials is a unique setting within Morbit, taking a distinctly experimental and dark tone at times that exemplifies the nature of Morbitian science. Within the Maze Trials, newly spawned TCPs are subjected to various trials to shape the TCP towards a particular role or purpose. This is exemplified by the Test Subject files. Found here and here.
There are two roles for characters to have in Maze Trials. There are Overseers; researchers and scientists, and there are Subjects; TCPs who have been spawned and placed into the trials.
In this RP, you will have the opportunity to serve both roles.
OVERSEERS Overseers will be designing each test chamber, defining the setting for the trial, and any puzzles, as well as a blacklist of things they wouldn't be comfortable writing about. They shall do so building off the prompt that the player behind the subject has provided.
SUBJECTS Subjects will be providing the character, the prompt, and a blacklist of topics you don't want the character to possibly interact with. And then taking their provided text chamber and writing the story of their character experiencing it.
STEPS
First, the subject will provide their character, prompt, and blacklist to their Overseer.
The Overseer will then take that information and design a test chamber for the character to experience.
The Subject will then receive that test chamber and ideally write a small short story detailing their character's experience in that chamber and the conclusion.
Additionally, Overseers and Subjects are welcome to collaborate on the short story, if they so wish, but the writing power/final say remains in the Subjects' hands.
Then the Subject shall become the next Overseer, and select a new subject from the list of applicants.
Additionally, Subjects are encouraged to record their trials, either the full story or a summary, within a profile similar to those of the canon test subject profiles. Feel free to post them here.
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ENTRY FORM
TYPE: NAME: PRONOUNS: PROMPT FOR CHAMBERS: BLACKLIST:
Posted by: skinstealer - 10-15-2022, 05:54 AM - Forum: [MARKET]
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here you will find a collection of adopts for sale from the official team...updated fairly regularly! fair warning: body horror and gore potentially within! comment/DM the creator on discord to claim!
MORTIS
MAXIMILLIAN- 85 USD He/him, Anatomy Model Flexin "Maxi is a bookish sort, but no matter how much he tries to hide it, there's something sinister underneath his cozy sweaters and quiet words..."
KRONG- 70 USD She/Her, Gremlin "Krong likes to make backpacks out of her own silk- perfect for storing bottles of milk!"
MESSY- 90 USD It/Its, Rat Pockitt "I wouldn't cross Messy the wrong way- it's got a huge prankster streak!"
PRIME CUT- 45 USD He/Him, Mixed Morph Beatfox "When asked whether it's a dye job or the real deal, Prime just asks if people want to find out. No one takes him up on this."
LACKADAISY- 50 USD It/She, Mixed Morph Beatfox (Deceased? Scrap Ghost? Mutated? You decide!) "No one's ready to see someone ghostly stop by the local coffee shop, but Lackadaisy doesn't seem to care about causing a fuss."
COUNTESS- 45 USD They/Them, Mixed Morph Beatfox (+Blood Fever) "Countess would love it if you referred to them as a vampire- it suits their cryptic and regal appearance."
LATTE- 50 USD Xe/Xem, Mixed Morph Beatfox (Potential concept heritage?) "...that's real coffee instead of slime, but how can that be?"
LUCIDITY- 55 USD It/Its, Mixed Morph Beatfox "...where did it get those patches from?"
PEAR
FISHY Cadave (Centinel + courier + gummi catfish)
TIFANI Cadave (Serplant + Phenix)
GOTH MOTH Cadave (Mothlie + borse)
CHERUBS Cadave (Corvice + karacel + borse)
COMORANT
CURRANT- 80 USD Bug Fiend "Known for eating car leather."
The Head Robin- 35 USD Weapon Design (meant as an accessory/tool for a character, but you can do whatever you like with it) "A retro style witch piece collectors will adore."
Posted by: Pear - 10-15-2022, 05:53 AM - Forum: [SFW]
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CADAVE FURES
[CW: Mentions of Death, Including Implications of Animal and Child Death, Gore, Body Horror, Brain Damage, Infection, Filth and Rot]
ORIGIN
First named in Ancient Prosperity, Cadave Fures (translation: dead bodies) or the less nice Cadavefures (body thieves), often shortened to Cadave (though there are many other regional names they go by), are an undead phenomenon as old as scrap ghosts. They have a chance to form in any heartless body with an intact brain, generally using the concentration of original scraps attached to the body with ones from the surroundings mixed in. This reanimation process is as close as it gets to full revival, though you’ll never get the exact same person back. They were not created by a god and the first of its kind is undocumented.
CULTURE
Cadave are a worldwide occurrence, not specific to any particular zone. Though forming in places with high concentrations of scraps is common.
Most are solitary though if possible they like to form groups with other Cadave. This is due to them being generally less accepted in many societies due to the nature of their existence.
Some that return to their body while being mostly intact will want to return to their loved ones in life as they still have strong attachments to them. Though the response to them is variable even then.
Cadave are incorporated into religious beliefs around the world. For some their own revival is affirming and for others it is viewed as a punishment. Many cults are formed around people specifically wanting to come back as Cadave when they die. Since they are not that common of an occurrence there is a high chance they won’t succeed outside of mass-death events though.
Many unethical (and rarely successful) science experiments have also been done to see if Cadave could be made, and there have been stories of people ripping the hearts out of their significant others in a desperate attempt to extend their time together.
There are ethically sourced pelt-suits designed specifically for Cadave, though they are hard to find.
Access to education and housing becomes a bit harder to get when you’re legally dead and weren’t technically born either.
Combat ability varies based on the body they are bound to, though ones who are poorly stitched together or have advanced stage decay are prone to falling apart if a lot of stress is put on the body. The first sign that a Cadave has overexerted itself is when sludge begins dripping out of the seams.
APPEARANCE
Their eyes are generally dark with glowing pupils.
Their body contains glowing black sludge that can be seen dripping out from various exposed openings (such as tear ducts, nostrils, mouths, and wounds). It is not completely opaque, as things can be seen very faintly through it.
They can take the form of any organic species as well as adding or mixing in parts from others to suit the body type they’re most comfortable with. This strongly correlates with having a very mixed mind with no dominant body plan.
If parts are missing due to injury or an extreme mismatch to the body they’re bound to they can fill in the gaps and even substitute full limbs with sludge. The further off a solid base this goes the more unstable and drippy it is though.
Size can have extreme variance and isn’t bound by the species alone due to the ability to change their overall size with more additions.
Skin generally takes on a blotchy, mottled appearance unless preserved or covered by fur.
In cases of slime bodies being inhabited the slime will take on an oil slick-like appearance as the sludge only partially mixes in.
Fur length and texture varies depending on the pelt-type as well as level of care they take. It cannot grow back if cut off. New fur can be glued on or threaded in instead.
Voices are generally raspy, wet, and low.
BIOLOGY
Their bodies are generally composed of a skeleton with sludge in place of muscle and blood (if applicable), a newly formed heart, a working brain and a layer of skin to keep it all in. If any organs are still present most will discard or absorb them since they don’t need them.
The sludge is innervated and is capable of processing non-painful sensory input surprisingly well. Though in the case of artificial or leatherized skin being used for a casing the tactile sensation is reduced. Visceral pain is not felt due to lack of organs though they are capable of experiencing somatic pain as well as headaches due to their sludge still carrying signals from the few original parts they keep.
Despite the lack of painful sensations, sludge that is exposed is still capable of being overstimulated, which is why they prefer to cover it up.
Sludge can carry oxygen and nutrients to the brain and bones the way blood does, though this does not mean those parts are completely in healthy working order. Bones can still be brittle depending on the age of the body when it died and the brain may have a bit of damage depending on the length of time without oxygen.
Due to their sludge not having any self-cleaning properties the way most slime does, the organic parts of their bodies are more susceptible to bacteria and fungi. In the case of bodies where the sludge acts as blood replacement it is not capable of dealing with toxin buildup from organs either, which is why disposing of dead and rotting parts is preferred. Allowing rot can turn the sludge itself toxic and make inhabiting a body much harder as it could affect the health of the living parts. Purifying the sludge is required before switching to a new body if this happens.
A lot of manual care is required for more life-like skin as it is still very dead. It must be cleaned regularly to prevent widespread infection if it has not been preserved. It also needs to be moisturized regularly if they do not want it to dry out, as well as needing regular cleaning and patching up due to there being no proper wound healing.
They can replace any missing teeth in a mouth with new teeth that are surprisingly sharp. This and the claws are the only places where they’re capable of solidifying to this degree, most likely due to the being smaller parts.
They prefer to eat fatty and protein-rich foods but are capable of ingesting really anything, including scraps. Things that are not protein, fat, or scraps cannot be absorbed and will be disposed of after they’ve extracted what they can.
Their energy level is based on how much they’ve eaten and they tend to need a lot more rest than most people. However, sleep only slows the loss of energy rather than restoring it. They can temporarily shut down their brains and slow their hearts to one beat per minute that way almost no energy is used, though this means this kind of sleep is always dreamless. They are capable of hibernation whenever due to there being no limit on how long they can sleep, many will simply play dead.
They do not shed any scraps they formed with due to them being bound to their body but will easily shed new ones.
The level of memory capacity an individual has partially depends on the state of their brain upon revival, though they’re capable of filling out missing areas the same way they do with the rest of the body.
They can cover their inner ears and noses in a thin layer of sludge in order to hear better, this choice is mainly for aesthetics since they can really peek it out from anywhere to hear or smell.
Their eyeballs get their color from the gel and tears being replaced with sludge, similar to most fluids in the body. They prefer to create their own eyelids as the originals tend to dry out quickly and being forever unblinking unnerves people.
Their sludge has limited strength, so ease of movement depends on both how cumbersome the body is as well as their level of mastery of the body they inhabit. Natural movement is easier to get the hang of when they are more like the person the body contained before. Most newer Cadave tend to shamble, crawl, or drag their feet along as zombies do.
They will exhibit behaviors most similar to the ones attached to the body they inhabit as well as picking up ones from the local scraps they used to form. This is not limited to people though due to fauna also leaving scraps as well as bodies that can be utilized in their formation.
LIFE CYCLE/FAMILY STRUCTURE
They do not have a set lifespan as they are undead. However, they are not incapable of a second death. Many will simply go into hibernation for an indeterminate time if they find their bodies are too destroyed to function or if they’ve been completely immobilized (i.e. by being locked in a coffin and/or buried). Removing a Cadave’s heart will unbind them from the body, destroying the heart will kill them completely.
They are not capable of reproducing unless the respective body parts are still viable, but even in that case the reproductive window doesn’t last very long. They cannot produce any genetic material of their own.
Many celebrate their re-birthdays during the month of Darkest Night since it is around the time many will randomly form. Those that consider this an extension of their body’s life will celebrate their body’s original birthday.
Children only exist in the form of ones that have reformed largely with the scraps of children.
Similar to how it is with fauna scraps it is possible for Cadave to have child scraps or even separately formed personalities that haven’t fully mentally developed inhabiting their brain as well. How they handle this fact is up to the individual.
Older Cadave are more likely to adopt Cadave children as many mortal families do not know enough about undead children to care for them.
Since the brains and skeletons are still alive, ones that have not fully matured yet will continue to grow. Children are encouraged to add patches as they grow so their skin will accommodate this. You are generally able to spot a Cadave that has been around since childhood this way, assuming they hadn’t already decided to swap their skin out.
Cadave have a spectrum of different orientations and with no innate preferences towards monogamy or its alternatives. Local culture tends to decide what they go for.
EXAMPLES
Tolore
"The name’s just an anagram. Don’t tell anyone though.”
Once a traveling conman who would pass themself off as a knight, regularly hired to retrieve or guard valuables before disappearing along with them.
Over 8 ft tall and made of a combination of Armor Dragon and Amber Trace parts. They were most likely a Trace first with the armored parts being added later.
Petri
"No, no, no it’s pronounced PEH-tree, NOT PEE-trey! You know, like petrichor?”
Just your run of the mill undead Soup Beatfox, nothing to see here.
About 5 ft tall. Note the sludge mixed into the slime and the slime mixed into the sludge. As well as the pretty rainbow sheen covering their body. Or, well, it’s more like an iridescent biofilm, it’s teaming with iron-oxidizing bacteria!
Bili Querubin
"Only one of these heads has a brain, but it’s not always the same.”
This one has a rotation of heads, wings and limbs they like to use. Depends how fearsome they wanna look on a given day. You know how it is…
Approximately 6 ft tall. Their faces have a bit of a gaunt appearance with lips pulled back in permanent, drooling snarls.
Conie "What do you mean my disguise sucks? I’m not even wearing a disguise!”
As fashionably evil as it looks, this suit was NOT sourced directly from corpses! Instead it was made using discarded Dopple skins. Does that make it ethically sourced? I don’t know.
Approximately 7 ft tall. They appear to be a Dragonfly Neuroth in a makeshift Dopple suit.
RULES This is a species development thread! Here you can have discussion on the species presented, and offer suggestions/ideas for developing them- thus directly contributing to the species! Anything is fair game so long as it follows the restrictions (if any are listed). This main post will be updated as we go, allowing for people to always have an up to date resource on the species.
welcome to my first interactive adventure story! here you will be in charge of where the story is taken, i may even somewhere down the line let other tcp's in and turn is into a role play!
click on the picture above if you want to get a closer look! cloud gazes out on the scenery of aspersions tundra, an icey wind glides by, almost feeling like a sharp grazing on the skin it was that cold. Standing under a now vacant cave entrance, cloud grasped her arms and sighed through her shivers. She was cold, alone and her spirit drained. A scavenging jackel lay behind her with a lifeless glassy expression of shock still on its face, evidence of clouds handy work in her werewolf form. Walking back into the cave, cloud sits down by the fire. Her expression twists from grumpy to concentration as she hunches over her ripped clothes trying to salvage what she can with a sewing kit. “Stupid moon, stupid night, stupid everything!” cloud pricks her finger which causes her to yelp. “Why can't people just leave me in peace, I don’t want to fight, I don’t want my curse to be used by the military. Why have you forsaken me Verity..” her mumbling echoes into the cave. Cloud ears flick and twitch to the sound of falling condensation. Being present always seems to bring her back in times of doubt, sometimes she thinks its verity’s doing. “Ok, I need to eat.” Turning towards the fresh Jackle carcass with dilated eyes. Without a second thought cloud starts to disassemble what was once breathing and beating. Her claws unsheathe and slice through skin, each rip becomes harder and harder. The muscle and flesh part with each pull and tear. With aching joints and stained hands, the fattiest chunk is placed onto the fire. Natures sounds flow through the cave, the winds are starting to pick up and cloud catches the barking of jackles. And.. beeping?? Maybe they are tagged by the local scientists, in any case the thought of tagged jackles makes cloud nervous, causing her ears to draw back. She listens closely to the patter of paws on crunchy snow. It gets louder. Then stops above the cave, barking turns to sniffing and cloud realises the meat is still cooking! “Dam it, what should I do? Face the jackles or put the fire out with the last of my water? If I don’t deal with them now, they may come back, but who knows how many there are out there.” this is where you guys come in, what should cloud do? A – face the jackles B – put the fire out and wait to see if they pass C – go further into the cave
(sorry for the wait guys! there is mentions of gore in this just a warning) click on the image to get a better look! Cloud thinks quickly, getting cornered isn’t the most favourable of situations, grabbing her trusted combat knife and pistol she creeps outside. Her ears twitch to the slightest sound causing her to swivel, pistol pointed above the cave where sounds were first heard, but not a scavenger in sight? She lowers her weapon in a state of confusion. Suddenly, Guttural grumbles are heard from behind. 3 sets of Drool ridden teeth smack against bare gums, cloud turns sharply just as the first jackel pounces, missing her eye by an inch. In the process her gun is knocked from her hand. Adrenalin courses through her veins as she Shakelyretrieves the combat knife from her belt. With weapon in hand a coordinated swipe to the neck is delivered, the jackle pauses not really understanding what just happened, suddenly the contents of the neck burst like flood gates. A cocktail of bile and blood pool on the stone which makes cloud grimace. growling turns to panicked yapping behind her, but they stand their ground. Cloud bares her teeth in response, but this isn’t as effective as it would be under a full moon, the older jackel suddenly charges forward and pushes cloud to the ground, gravity forces the air out of her lungs as she fights the mass of fur that is now digging into clouds chest. A mixture of pain and urgency encourages cloud to push back, putting pressure on the windpipe. The jackel flails harder and harder and harder. Then weaker and weaker and weaker, then limp. With a grunt Cloud hauls the dead weight to her side. Silence fills the air. Cloud stretches for her pistol and shoots clean into the head of the last scavenger, causing it to jump. Then drop. Cloud collapses to the floor drained, the pain of the wound starts to become more intense now her adrenalin starts to come down. Shuffling towards the fire for more light, cloud notices the skin around the wound has turned red and puffy. The beeping has now stopped and the light on said collars turns a concerning red, clouds attention snaps back to her wound as her skin twitches in pain. “agh… I need to get this treated” cloud thinks about her options and remembers there is a village to the south that makes its income on combat tournaments, it’s a very rough place both they may have some basic medical care there. Another option is to the north, this goes more into the heart of the tundra and gets much colder, there is also a scientist’s base camp there. They will most likely have more advanced medical care there, but there’s also a good chance those are the scientists which tagged those jackels, and I don’t think they will be to happy to see you.
Another question coming up! Which way should we go? A – north B – south Is there anything we should say to either the scientists or locals, let me know!
click on the image to get a better look! Cloud rests by the dwindling fire, eating a fill of her victory for energy. She contemplates which way to go and suddenly thinks about the discontent of the scientists, as opposed to the town who may be having trouble with the beasts aswell. Theres a chance bringing a trophy to the town will impress the locals, there may be a reward in it aswell. Cloud turns to the lifeless jackles, there expression is hauntingly tense. “maybe if I take some teeth and parts of there fur markings?” cloud ponders for a minute, then crouches down infront of the biggest one, pointing and snarling. “if you clamp down on my fingers.. I will break you jaw.. im threatening a corpse, what am I doing. Whats It going to do? Talk back? My god..” she shakes herself out of this ridiculous banter and grabs a hefty stick from outside. Cloud wedges the small log into the jackles mouth, wood splinters at the weight and reaction of the jaw muscles pressing down. Cloud knows she must work quickly on the teeth before they shut tight, with her knife cloud digs into the gum of the biggest tooth. Her knife wriggles its way to the root as the jaw starts to tighten, with a tear and pop the tooth darts to the floor. The same tense process is done for the next two, it only takes 20 minutes. The furs markings are much easier to skin, with some thread cloud rolls up the pieces of small pelt and ties them with said thread. Both pelts and teeth fit snuggly into her compact side bag. She uses half her water to put out the remnants of the fire, then looks into the cave one last time thinking “I wonder what would be down there...? oh well I should really get moving in case those scientists decide to track down their specimens.” Cloud starts her long trek through the bitter tundra south, the ground becomes swampier. Moss surrounds the now flat land; two hours have passed, and cloud is starting to waver. She scans the tepid climate for shelter, there seems to be history on this land. Flags with opposing symbols dot the plains, an abandoned tank is planted in the middle halfway into the mud. Cloud strolls through rotting spiked barriers to see an old shack emerging behind a boulder. “Perfect!” she chimes and marches towards it without even thinking about the consequences. The door swings open which causes cloud to jump back and reach for her gun, out comes a plump figured guidance type, meekly standing in the door frame smiling softly. Cloud is taken aback by this. “Who are you. Answer now or leave.” Cloud is sharp with her words. “m-my name is apollo... I came here to find you.” Apollos voice fits her submissive posture. “Me? Why. How do you know me? Iv never seen you before in my life.” Clouds tone is guarded, and she still has her gun cocked ready for betrayal.
“Im not here to trick you honest, do I look like the cunning type?” apollo is slightly put out by the sight of weapons, glowing in response. “fine. Say what you have to say then I will be on my way.” Cloud snorts “ok ok, look I know your going to the town to the south, show your strongest self to them and you will have a much easier time getting there respect, the locals respect power in all forms.” Apollo quickly spits out her sentence before cloud starts to walk, which stops cloud in her steps.
“how did you know I was going to the south town..? did the military send you?!” clouds guarded and aggressive, snarling.
“n-no! im not from around here, im from hoopla. P-please im a guidance type only here to help..” apollo is backed into the door frame by cloud, there is a silence in the air.
“thanks for the advice, ill be on my way now.” Cloud once again starts to walk away, but apollo starts to trot after her.
“please! Take me with you, I can be of big assistance to you.” Apollo sounds like a lost child, cloud sympathises with this in her own cold way.
Cloud thinks hard about her next choice, “what should I do? Trust apollo to act on her guidance instincts in my favour or carry on alone and leave her behind?”
This is where you guys once again come in, what should cloud do? Bring apollo with her or leave to fend for herself? You never know, she may be working for someone else. Do you want to take that chance?
Let me know if there is anything else you think we should consider!
Full Name: apollo's ray Nicknames/Aliases: appy Pronouns: she/her Species: Abstract Morph/Type: Guidance Age: 100 years old Apollo has the softest manners and kindest morals, but because of this she can be easily manipulated by those wanting to use her ability. this caused a sense of retreat in trust for society, apollo reacts drastically to being used, internal warning systems are set of and causes her to flee from the situation.
In her younger years apollo used to be an adviser for hoopla companies, but as the coorperations became more bloodthirsty with deathsports, apollo couldn't take this exploitation and escaped while she could. because of the constant battling with her ability, apollo makes spicy cured meats and alcoholic drinks in the town of getaway. Likes: appy loves jerky's such as spicy crocodile. she also prefers quite areas to bustling cities.
Dislikes: appy has a particular hate for food wastage, noisy places and distrustful people. Fun Facts: when nervous appy glows as a response.
name of left: lilypad name of right:bluebell pronouns: they/them species:creature morph/type:twin age:20 lillypad is the more feminine of the two, but they are also the more dominant. lillypad often makes the calls on everyday desicions and mostly speaks first. they were taught this dominant attitude from a young age, they were bluebells protector from typical tcp's, because of their shared sense. bluebell see's the world as it is, a challenge for them to conquer. but because of this mild sense of purpose bluebell became a target, which is where lillypad comes in.
both twins work in the arcade of hearth from the city of ludicrous. they both finished their education by the age of 18 and dont know what they are going to do with their lives other than spread the teachings of wax.
likes: the teachings and history of wax, the restaurants and night life of ludicrous. luminous lighting of the city seem to have them in a trance. dislikes: inner city conflict fills them with anxiety.
Full Name: cloud nine Nicknames/Aliases: cloud Pronouns: she/her Species: creature Morph/Type: werewolf Age: 35 years old a reliable quality cloud has is loyalty to those who are patient with her other quirks, including a short temper. she acts on her werewolf instincts which is one of the reasons cloud refused mandatory military service. an overwhelming urge to return to the wilderness always brings her back to the tundra, but she doesn't know why.
living in the zone of aspersion in the tundras, cloud works of the grid as a hunter for those having trouble with the predators and scavengers of the biome. this can be risky work and she has a few long-lasting scars to show for it. cloud moves around everyday, so the work she does is quick and pays in cash.
likes: has a soft spot for die hard loyal people, is abit of a gun and knife nut. dislikes: advanced technology and official figures of authority.
USERNAME: [CRYSTALLINE_DREAMS] REGISTERED: 9-9-314 PRONOUNS: they/them, mostly MOOD: Wistful STATUS: Offline ABOUT: Hey there. I'm a pretty friendly tcp, I like to think, but have heard I can be a bit reserved too. Just give me some time and patience when getting to know me, I do like to talk!