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Meet Wurm, the pop culture baby (nicknamed thus because he was born during afore-mentioned class).

He's an alien assassin that came to Earth looking for work, though he won't tell you where he came from. He blends into the population because he can shape-shift into any living thing, and change his sex while he's at it. This is his natural form, though no human has seen in and lived to tell the tale. His eyes can't change, however, and follow him into whatever form he changes into. Around each pupil is a gold ring that glows very brightly, which forces him to hide his eyes when parading around.

He has three mouths, two on his head stacked upon one another and one on his throat. The one on his throat is the one that has access to his vocal cords and the lips to speak, so he communicates with that one while the two on his head are primarily used for biting and holding things. His smaller arms are what he uses to manipulate his environment, though he has no thumbs and has to use both hands to really examine something. His back legs and thin tail make him an excellent jumper, and he can leap heights up to thirty-eight feet straight up from a resting position. He runs at a top speed of ninety miles an hour, though he normally moves at a more leisurely pace of forty mph.

He stands at about seven feet tall at the top of his skull, and is twenty-six feet long. He weighs a lot more than he looks like he should, mostly due to really thick skin, and tops out at around 2400 pounds, though if he doesn't eat for a while he can drop down to 1800. He eats roughly a hundred pounds of food a day, mostly fish that he steals. He can eat anything though, even Styrofoam, if he has to.

Mentally, his mind is as twisted and broken as a piece of roadkill. He's constantly singing Earth nursery rhymes, and makes weird leaps of logic he can't explain and often don't relate to anything. There are times when the music in his brain becomes too loud for him to bear, and he begins destroying everything around him in order to make it stop. He believes that if he keeps singing, he'll eventually find the song that matches the music and it'll go away. Despite listening to almost every sound in the Milky Way galaxy, he has yet to find the song that goes with the music, and when he thinks about it he'll break down and start crying because he can't get rid of it. However, there are moments when his mind achieves such focus and clarity that the ones who know him consider that more terrifying than when he's singing 'Mary Had A Little Lamb'.

He refuses to allow anyone to know more about him than his name, and there have been a few people that tried to befriend them. They normally end up digesting in his stomach. He keeps to the alleyways and streets, generally only moving at night, though if anyone wants to hire him all they normally have to do is enter the seediest bar in town and ask for 'the crawling one'. He'll normally find the questioner within a few hours, though no one ever talks to him, and if thinks the job is interesting enough he'll accept it, for the right price. If he doesn't think the job is worth his time, he'll punish the would-be hire by killing them instead. He does not accept money for work, since he doesn't really need it, and instead asks for payment in the form of a debt owed. Because he doesn't specify how much debt will be owed, most are reluctant to agree, though there are many who are desperate enough.

When he first landed, he operated within China, later moving to Russia, Germany, Ireland, France, then eventually crossing the ocean to place himself in the US. Currently, he resides in New York City, though he's starting to make plans to make his permanent home in Ireland because he loved the mist that could hide his true form. He wants to see what San Francisco is like first, before he makes his decision. He has ties with the Yakuza, Russian mob, and the Mafia from his dealings with them, so he won't have trouble traveling.

There was a gang called the Teeth that he used to have connections with back in the early 1900's, but when they tried to get him killed to avoid their debt he slaughtered each and every one of them, hunting them across the continent. His name is feared within the gang world, even by the bigger groups, and for good reason. He has an intense dislike for any sort of authority figure, and regularly hunts down police officers to torture for entertainment. His favorite are spies, since they provide a slight challenge for him.

Aaaaaand this is Wurm. Wah, took a while. But I love him. He is my brain-child for the month.

EDIT: Salamander's ref, another of his species- [link]

Description
Meet Wurm, the pop culture baby (nicknamed thus because he was born during afore-mentioned class).

He's an alien assassin that came to Earth looking for work, though he won't tell you where he came from. He blends into the population because he can shape-shift into any living thing, and change his sex while he's at it. This is his natural form, though no human has seen in and lived to tell the tale. His eyes can't change, however, and follow him into whatever form he changes into. Around each pupil is a gold ring that glows very brightly, which forces him to hide his eyes when parading around.

He has three mouths, two on his head stacked upon one another and one on his throat. The one on his throat is the one that has access to his vocal cords and the lips to speak, so he communicates with that one while the two on his head are primarily used for biting and holding things. His smaller arms are what he uses to manipulate his environment, though he has no thumbs and has to use both hands to really examine something. His back legs and thin tail make him an excellent jumper, and he can leap heights up to thirty-eight feet straight up from a resting position. He runs at a top speed of ninety miles an hour, though he normally moves at a more leisurely pace of forty mph.

He stands at about seven feet tall at the top of his skull, and is twenty-six feet long. He weighs a lot more than he looks like he should, mostly due to really thick skin, and tops out at around 2400 pounds, though if he doesn't eat for a while he can drop down to 1800. He eats roughly a hundred pounds of food a day, mostly fish that he steals. He can eat anything though, even Styrofoam, if he has to.

Mentally, his mind is as twisted and broken as a piece of roadkill. He's constantly singing Earth nursery rhymes, and makes weird leaps of logic he can't explain and often don't relate to anything. There are times when the music in his brain becomes too loud for him to bear, and he begins destroying everything around him in order to make it stop. He believes that if he keeps singing, he'll eventually find the song that matches the music and it'll go away. Despite listening to almost every sound in the Milky Way galaxy, he has yet to find the song that goes with the music, and when he thinks about it he'll break down and start crying because he can't get rid of it. However, there are moments when his mind achieves such focus and clarity that the ones who know him consider that more terrifying than when he's singing 'Mary Had A Little Lamb'.

He refuses to allow anyone to know more about him than his name, and there have been a few people that tried to befriend them. They normally end up digesting in his stomach. He keeps to the alleyways and streets, generally only moving at night, though if anyone wants to hire him all they normally have to do is enter the seediest bar in town and ask for 'the crawling one'. He'll normally find the questioner within a few hours, though no one ever talks to him, and if thinks the job is interesting enough he'll accept it, for the right price. If he doesn't think the job is worth his time, he'll punish the would-be hire by killing them instead. He does not accept money for work, since he doesn't really need it, and instead asks for payment in the form of a debt owed. Because he doesn't specify how much debt will be owed, most are reluctant to agree, though there are many who are desperate enough.

When he first landed, he operated within China, later moving to Russia, Germany, Ireland, France, then eventually crossing the ocean to place himself in the US. Currently, he resides in New York City, though he's starting to make plans to make his permanent home in Ireland because he loved the mist that could hide his true form. He wants to see what San Francisco is like first, before he makes his decision. He has ties with the Yakuza, Russian mob, and the Mafia from his dealings with them, so he won't have trouble traveling.

There was a gang called the Teeth that he used to have connections with back in the early 1900's, but when they tried to get him killed to avoid their debt he slaughtered each and every one of them, hunting them across the continent. His name is feared within the gang world, even by the bigger groups, and for good reason. He has an intense dislike for any sort of authority figure, and regularly hunts down police officers to torture for entertainment. His favorite are spies, since they provide a slight challenge for him.

Aaaaaand this is Wurm. Wah, took a while. But I love him. He is my brain-child for the month.

EDIT: Salamander's ref, another of his species- [link]