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MIRKUR "The Maw", BEGGAR OF SOLVIINA
Mir - the sound a Carbuncle makes when it is content and happy. Pronounced mir
Kur - like lure but with a strong k. Translates loosely in Solviinian to "beast"

Height: 6'5"
Weight: 225 lbs.
Age: 42 years

History:
Solviina, a thriving city ripe with a colorful population of various races, diversities, and religions, was a hub by the seaside for trade and planetary affairs. The buildings towered over the port, twisting against gravity and reaching into the sky like trees and climbing vines. Ships, both on land and water, lazily drifted in and out of the ports. Like all things that lived, there a system for which they thrived. The sailors sailed, made their money, and spent their earnings on wines and women. The traders bargained and bartered, leaving in the end of the day with less than they had before, but more gold shimmering on their pockets. Then there were the officers and the guards that kept everything relatively safe.

Like all predators, Mirkur resided in a place where hunting was relatively easier than anywhere else. He'd migrated there when he was a small insect then, carried through space in the luggage of a wealthy man who thought a previous visit to the lush jungles of Carmadra would do him and his wife a good thing or two. And like all predators, Mirkur grew, first feeding on the rats (or what was equivalent to them) skittering along the underbelly of said wealthy man's home. He then ate the man's dog (or what was equivalent to a canine only it had six legs instead of four and two twisting tails that wound together into a cord).

And for a while, things were quiet. The man, like any grieving master with want for an exotic pet, left to find another1.

1. See Carbuncle

Personality:
Silence pervades him. He drinks in his surroundings and observes the motions of daily life. Existing as an almost literal case of endless stomach, hunger tends to define his next course of action. He doesn't joke, but when he does, it's with a touch of dryness. His speech is to the point. Mirkur is far from a fanciful being and lives in the realities of the harsh, city life. Money doesn't so much influence him as it does his capability to sustain the Carbuncle. Where he is typically cold and aloof to outsiders, his kindness shows in reference to his partner which, at first was just a gimmick to lure in prey, but has since evolved into a full and well-balanced kinship.

Abilities:
Stealthy and agile, Mirkur possesses a keen wit and the swiftness to act at a moment's notice. He relies on the element of surprise and methods of luring one's pray into his maw. Numbing poisons secreted from the end of his spikes (generally) disable his pray and paralyze them long enough for him to eat them. Immunity to fire.

Fighting Style/Weapons:
Mirkur possesses sharp spikes jutting from his wrists and ankles that secrete a numbing poison powerful enough pull an elephant into a pleasant slumber. Barbs of flesh/spikes jut from his torso and face when he moves in to consume his foe. These limbs act as mandibles and are designed to pull his food into him and against the hundreds of serrated, saw-like teeth lining the inside of his 'maw'.

Downfall/Achilles' Heel:
Mirkur is not particularly strong and if confronted head on is easy to overpower. Cracks in his shell and his joints provide weak points in his exoskeleton. An immunity to poison renders his venom useless.

Random Facts (dislikes, likes, etc):
Enjoys people watching and observing the daily swing of life. He has all the time in the world to watch the interactions of tourists, merchants, and the like, so he makes good use of it. He's remained in Solviina long enough to be recognized as 'that beggar with the bird thing'. Generous tips are often left in his little jar because people genuinely enjoy the Carbuncles presence. Mirkur enjoys it too.

He can endure roughly two months of no food before he absolutely must hunt again.

His invulnerability to fire is attributed to the fact that were he to have remained on his home planet, he would surely have grown into a full-fledged menace to the Carbuncle society. They're exceptionally tasty to Mirkur's species.

Relationship with Partner:
Mirkur fondly refers to Carbuncle as 'Cee'. He is the only one (so far) to understand Carbuncle's speech due to their shared origin. Whether this is a blessing or a curse still hasn't been decided yet. Carbuncle has proven to be a very chatty creature.

Mirkur has quietly mused on the fact that the partnership of Mirkur and Carbuncle may be shortened to a convenient "MirCee" (pronounced "mercy"). He finds the meaning ironic because it's the last thing on his mind while he dines on unsuspecting tourists.

CARBUNCLE "like the rock, but not"
Cee - as in see as an eye does

Height: 3'2"
Weight: 15 lbs.
Age: 25 years

History:
Deep in the jungles of Carmadra lived a tribe of carbuncles. Now, if anyone knew what a carbuncle was, they'd know a tribe was something not to be toyed with. The small bird creatures often spooked easily and like a herd of cattle, would cause an array of structural damage. Carbuncles lived in little rocky clearings in the jungles and these clearings were often only rocky and not jungly because the Carbuncles made them that way. The Carbuncles you see, had this amazing knack of lighting everything on fire and no one wanted anything to do with that-

Except for one eccentric man who was one exotic dog short and in dire need of a new pet to show off.

Personality:
Carbuncle loves to dance and sing. In its time in Solviina, some have come to recognize the creature as the tell-tale sign that the maw was nearby (but no one really knew what the maw was. It didn't leave survivors, whatever it was. Oblivious to the danger of its master, Carbuncle dotes on Mirkur like one would dote on a loving sibling. He speaks fancifully, lives with his daydreaming, and takes things at face-value. Carbuncle enjoys the attention he receives while dancing in the streets and dreams to one day "make it big", whatever that meant.

Abilities:
Secretes a flammable oil from the tips of his feathers when under duress. Claws act as flint and tinder and when scraping across the ground, light the oil (and himself) aflame. Due to the length of his wings and tail feathers, this effectively lights a blazing trail behind and around him. The oil also makes him slippery and difficult to hold.

Fighting Style/Weapons:
Running as fast as his little legs can carry him. His abilities. Fire....lots of fire.

Downfall/Achilles' Heel:
Knows absolutely no fighting tactics what so ever. Carbuncles are notably naive and easy to trick2.

2. see poobrain

Random Facts (dislikes, likes, etc):
His loves to dance and dreams big. He has a taste for doughy bread and views cookie dough as a delicacy. This makes Mirkur's job fairly easy when it comes to appeasing the Carbuncle.

The rounded stone on his back is a highly valued gemstone by some poachers. The stone has a remarkable property of being able to burn for an indefinite amount of time.

To most, his tongue is indistinguishable from the typical chatty squeaking of a baby mouse (a universal translator may or may not solve this issue).

Relationship with Partner:
Carbuncle adores his master and friend. Carbuncle doesn't mind the savagery of his partner's habits and willingly acts as the proverbial worm on a hook to lure potential prey. On particularly successful days (whether through dance or a day of "hunting") they both eat well (Mirkur digesting their latest catch and Carbuncle nibbling on freshly baked bread).

Description

MIRKUR "The Maw", BEGGAR OF SOLVIINA
Mir - the sound a Carbuncle makes when it is content and happy. Pronounced mir
Kur - like lure but with a strong k. Translates loosely in Solviinian to "beast"

Height: 6'5"
Weight: 225 lbs.
Age: 42 years

History:
Solviina, a thriving city ripe with a colorful population of various races, diversities, and religions, was a hub by the seaside for trade and planetary affairs. The buildings towered over the port, twisting against gravity and reaching into the sky like trees and climbing vines. Ships, both on land and water, lazily drifted in and out of the ports. Like all things that lived, there a system for which they thrived. The sailors sailed, made their money, and spent their earnings on wines and women. The traders bargained and bartered, leaving in the end of the day with less than they had before, but more gold shimmering on their pockets. Then there were the officers and the guards that kept everything relatively safe.

Like all predators, Mirkur resided in a place where hunting was relatively easier than anywhere else. He'd migrated there when he was a small insect then, carried through space in the luggage of a wealthy man who thought a previous visit to the lush jungles of Carmadra would do him and his wife a good thing or two. And like all predators, Mirkur grew, first feeding on the rats (or what was equivalent to them) skittering along the underbelly of said wealthy man's home. He then ate the man's dog (or what was equivalent to a canine only it had six legs instead of four and two twisting tails that wound together into a cord).

And for a while, things were quiet. The man, like any grieving master with want for an exotic pet, left to find another1.

1. See Carbuncle

Personality:
Silence pervades him. He drinks in his surroundings and observes the motions of daily life. Existing as an almost literal case of endless stomach, hunger tends to define his next course of action. He doesn't joke, but when he does, it's with a touch of dryness. His speech is to the point. Mirkur is far from a fanciful being and lives in the realities of the harsh, city life. Money doesn't so much influence him as it does his capability to sustain the Carbuncle. Where he is typically cold and aloof to outsiders, his kindness shows in reference to his partner which, at first was just a gimmick to lure in prey, but has since evolved into a full and well-balanced kinship.

Abilities:
Stealthy and agile, Mirkur possesses a keen wit and the swiftness to act at a moment's notice. He relies on the element of surprise and methods of luring one's pray into his maw. Numbing poisons secreted from the end of his spikes (generally) disable his pray and paralyze them long enough for him to eat them. Immunity to fire.

Fighting Style/Weapons:
Mirkur possesses sharp spikes jutting from his wrists and ankles that secrete a numbing poison powerful enough pull an elephant into a pleasant slumber. Barbs of flesh/spikes jut from his torso and face when he moves in to consume his foe. These limbs act as mandibles and are designed to pull his food into him and against the hundreds of serrated, saw-like teeth lining the inside of his 'maw'.

Downfall/Achilles' Heel:
Mirkur is not particularly strong and if confronted head on is easy to overpower. Cracks in his shell and his joints provide weak points in his exoskeleton. An immunity to poison renders his venom useless.

Random Facts (dislikes, likes, etc):
Enjoys people watching and observing the daily swing of life. He has all the time in the world to watch the interactions of tourists, merchants, and the like, so he makes good use of it. He's remained in Solviina long enough to be recognized as 'that beggar with the bird thing'. Generous tips are often left in his little jar because people genuinely enjoy the Carbuncles presence. Mirkur enjoys it too.

He can endure roughly two months of no food before he absolutely must hunt again.

His invulnerability to fire is attributed to the fact that were he to have remained on his home planet, he would surely have grown into a full-fledged menace to the Carbuncle society. They're exceptionally tasty to Mirkur's species.

Relationship with Partner:
Mirkur fondly refers to Carbuncle as 'Cee'. He is the only one (so far) to understand Carbuncle's speech due to their shared origin. Whether this is a blessing or a curse still hasn't been decided yet. Carbuncle has proven to be a very chatty creature.

Mirkur has quietly mused on the fact that the partnership of Mirkur and Carbuncle may be shortened to a convenient "MirCee" (pronounced "mercy"). He finds the meaning ironic because it's the last thing on his mind while he dines on unsuspecting tourists.

CARBUNCLE "like the rock, but not"
Cee - as in see as an eye does

Height: 3'2"
Weight: 15 lbs.
Age: 25 years

History:
Deep in the jungles of Carmadra lived a tribe of carbuncles. Now, if anyone knew what a carbuncle was, they'd know a tribe was something not to be toyed with. The small bird creatures often spooked easily and like a herd of cattle, would cause an array of structural damage. Carbuncles lived in little rocky clearings in the jungles and these clearings were often only rocky and not jungly because the Carbuncles made them that way. The Carbuncles you see, had this amazing knack of lighting everything on fire and no one wanted anything to do with that-

Except for one eccentric man who was one exotic dog short and in dire need of a new pet to show off.

Personality:
Carbuncle loves to dance and sing. In its time in Solviina, some have come to recognize the creature as the tell-tale sign that the maw was nearby (but no one really knew what the maw was. It didn't leave survivors, whatever it was. Oblivious to the danger of its master, Carbuncle dotes on Mirkur like one would dote on a loving sibling. He speaks fancifully, lives with his daydreaming, and takes things at face-value. Carbuncle enjoys the attention he receives while dancing in the streets and dreams to one day "make it big", whatever that meant.

Abilities:
Secretes a flammable oil from the tips of his feathers when under duress. Claws act as flint and tinder and when scraping across the ground, light the oil (and himself) aflame. Due to the length of his wings and tail feathers, this effectively lights a blazing trail behind and around him. The oil also makes him slippery and difficult to hold.

Fighting Style/Weapons:
Running as fast as his little legs can carry him. His abilities. Fire....lots of fire.

Downfall/Achilles' Heel:
Knows absolutely no fighting tactics what so ever. Carbuncles are notably naive and easy to trick2.

2. see poobrain

Random Facts (dislikes, likes, etc):
His loves to dance and dreams big. He has a taste for doughy bread and views cookie dough as a delicacy. This makes Mirkur's job fairly easy when it comes to appeasing the Carbuncle.

The rounded stone on his back is a highly valued gemstone by some poachers. The stone has a remarkable property of being able to burn for an indefinite amount of time.

To most, his tongue is indistinguishable from the typical chatty squeaking of a baby mouse (a universal translator may or may not solve this issue).

Relationship with Partner:
Carbuncle adores his master and friend. Carbuncle doesn't mind the savagery of his partner's habits and willingly acts as the proverbial worm on a hook to lure potential prey. On particularly successful days (whether through dance or a day of "hunting") they both eat well (Mirkur digesting their latest catch and Carbuncle nibbling on freshly baked bread).