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Level: 10
Paths: Glass Canon | xxx

HP: 25
Attack: 33 [+11]
Defense: 6 [-2]
Speed: 32 [+11]
Stealth: 8 [-1]
Charisma: 8 [-1]
Intelligence: 9 [-1]
Wisdom: 9.5 [-1]

- R O L E P L A Y -

Example: Mosquito awoke violently, eyes flying open, limbs splayed. Voices that weren't her own still echoed in her ears, fading slowly in pace with her racing heart. The molly let out a shaking breath, forcing her thin legs underneath her body, pushing herself into a sitting position. She winced, every muscle tense and aching. Her heart still thrummed in fear, her chest heaving as she forced in breath through her clenched teeth. "Fuckin..." She hissed, and involuntary shudder chasing down her spine through to her tail tip. "Stupid nightmares. Don't even remember anything..." Not that she felt particularly inclined to chase the memory, however. One of the voices she still heard whispering at the corners of her mind sounded suspiciously like her dad.
She shook her head, trying to force her muscles to relax, but only bunching them tighter. It was the damn cold- that's all. She always had a harder time when the weather started to turn. Mosquito tucked her naked tail in close to her body, trying to warm the bare skin. Dumb mange. She thought, for not the first time. She glanced at the world outside of the makeshift nest she had cobbled together the night before- dried leaves and a few patches of fallen moss tucked into the roots of an oak- though now the leaves and moss were ripped and thrown about, no doubt from the thrashing of her dream. The grass around the tree was wet with dew. It wouldn't be long before the dew turned to frost. Mosquito scooted herself out of her shelter and arched her back in a low stretched, extending her gnarled claws and digging them into the peat.
"Breakfast time," She mumbled to herself, not even bothering to shake her pelt (much less groom it) before she was already trodding off, committing to another day of mindless travel. She didn't bother looking back on the mess of a nest she was leaving behind- it's not like she'd ever return to it. She left it behind with the faint memories of her nightmare, just as she had done countless times before.

Preferred Methods: Paragraph style, over discord or google docs.

Description

Info, History, and Relationships

✘✘ Tracker Hub ✘✘

✘ Playlist ✘✘ Toyhouse ✘

Level: 10
Paths: Glass Canon | xxx

HP: 25
Attack: 33 [+11]
Defense: 6 [-2]
Speed: 32 [+11]
Stealth: 8 [-1]
Charisma: 8 [-1]
Intelligence: 9 [-1]
Wisdom: 9.5 [-1]

- R O L E P L A Y -

Example: Mosquito awoke violently, eyes flying open, limbs splayed. Voices that weren't her own still echoed in her ears, fading slowly in pace with her racing heart. The molly let out a shaking breath, forcing her thin legs underneath her body, pushing herself into a sitting position. She winced, every muscle tense and aching. Her heart still thrummed in fear, her chest heaving as she forced in breath through her clenched teeth. "Fuckin..." She hissed, and involuntary shudder chasing down her spine through to her tail tip. "Stupid nightmares. Don't even remember anything..." Not that she felt particularly inclined to chase the memory, however. One of the voices she still heard whispering at the corners of her mind sounded suspiciously like her dad.
She shook her head, trying to force her muscles to relax, but only bunching them tighter. It was the damn cold- that's all. She always had a harder time when the weather started to turn. Mosquito tucked her naked tail in close to her body, trying to warm the bare skin. Dumb mange. She thought, for not the first time. She glanced at the world outside of the makeshift nest she had cobbled together the night before- dried leaves and a few patches of fallen moss tucked into the roots of an oak- though now the leaves and moss were ripped and thrown about, no doubt from the thrashing of her dream. The grass around the tree was wet with dew. It wouldn't be long before the dew turned to frost. Mosquito scooted herself out of her shelter and arched her back in a low stretched, extending her gnarled claws and digging them into the peat.
"Breakfast time," She mumbled to herself, not even bothering to shake her pelt (much less groom it) before she was already trodding off, committing to another day of mindless travel. She didn't bother looking back on the mess of a nest she was leaving behind- it's not like she'd ever return to it. She left it behind with the faint memories of her nightmare, just as she had done countless times before.

Preferred Methods: Paragraph style, over discord or google docs.