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Description
Name: VermaAlias: ???
Gender: Male
Spawn point: Caged Jungle
dB: 0
Physical appearance: He is an anthropomorphic lizard/amphibian creature with disproportionately large forearms/hands. He is mostly red in color, except for his mouth and eyes, which are blue and orange respectfully. He has a long flexible tail and many slightly rounded (but still totally sharp) teeth, which can be seen well whenever he cracks a smile. He is squishy to the touch and on some occasions dripping with slime. He also has a line going up his forehead, but that's stupid so don't pay attention to that.
Voice: Its a usually enthusiastic sounding voice, excited some might say, but not devoid of reptilian attributes, such as hissing.
Height: 4'5 when slouched and 5'0 when standing upright
Weight: 117lbs
Talents:
-Acrobatics
-Climbing
-Clearing large Gaps
-Eating
-Bothering People
Hobbies:
- Finding interesting things to chew/devour.
-Exploring
-Slingshoting Himself
Personality:
-Friendly
-Annoying
-Excitable
-Persistent
-Naive
-Curious
Likes:
-Edible Things
-Large Climbable Surfaces
-People who don't mind his stickiness
-Slapping people with his big sticky hands
Dislikes:
-Non edible Things
-People who are grossed out by his stickiness
-Snails
-Coconut Trees
Items: None at the moment.
Skill sets:
Attack: 3/5
Defense: 1/5
Speed: 4/5
Agility: 5/5
Endurance: 2/5
Sanity: 2/5
Confidence: 4/5
Bravery: 3/5
Intelligence: 1/5
Charisma: 1/5
Weapon: His only real weapon is his own body, he doesn't carry much of anything around with him. His main method of attack is usually hitting things with his large hands, but he is also quite capable with his teeth. Though he doesn't enjoy doing this all the time, as not everyone tastes as fresh as he would like.
Relationships: None at the moment.
RP Example: He felt the palms of his hands, they were moist with sweat. His knees felt weak, almost unable to support his weight as he stood in waiting. His arms felt as if they were about to snap off of their hinges and fall to the floor. He looked down onto his sweater and noticed a stain on it, upon sniffing it he realized it was his mother's spaghetti from the night before, he must have spilled it there and not noticed it when checking to see if his clothing required a wash. He was very aware that he was nervous, but he was creating a ruse to fool the audience, and his competition. He could only hope that he would not forget the disses he had written in preparation for this battle, he couldn't lose this moment.
Achievements: None at the moment.