Socks
06-24-09, 09:56 AM
Name: Lyric Mizhu
Nick-name: Socks
Race: Rochii
Racial Description: The Rochii are more animal than humanoid, resembling an average house cat, save for the leathery, bat-like wings that sprout from their backs. Fur coloration patterns are largely dependent on varying factors such as lineage and age, and like their more mundane cousins, the Rochii can be easily identified by them; each is unique to the individual. Rochii society is matriarchal, each House (Blood-line) being ruled over by a single Great Mother, who is often incredibly old and powerful. Rochii are blessed with a potent talent for magic, an unsurprising fact considering they are a sentient race without thumbs with which to manipulate the world. Rochii communicate through a very base form of telepathy, projecting their messages as a bizarre mix of emotions, impressions, and intentions directly into the mind of their target, leaving the recipient to decipher and piece them together as a coherent sentence. The life-span of the average Rochii is varied, ranging anywhere from a few years to what would pretty much be considered immortality; their only natural death is by refusing their instinctual, primal hunger for travel. Wanderlust is the ruling factor of a Rochii's life. Time is fluid for a Rochii, flowing only when they stay in the same place, and almost ceasing altogether when they indulge their lust for movement. Reproduction is rare among this race, but when it happens, the average is four per litter, with females almost always outnumbering the males. When pregnant, Rochii females have complete control over their body, allowing them to progress or retard the reproduction cycle as needed. This is mostly an instinctive ability, and helps them oblige the tradition of giving birth only on a full moon. As diverse and varied as they are, all Rochii only agree on one thing. Any path followed precisely, leads nowhere.
Fur Coloration: Lyric's fur is black and somewhat shaggy, save for a white trail leading from between his eyes to the tip of his nose, and the "socks" of white on all four of his feet; the source of his nickname.
Eye color: Lime green.
Personality: Lyric is one of the better examples of his race; always happy unless the situation forces otherwise, he is quick to laugh (in the snorty, almost sneeze-like way of the Rochii), or make jokes. His hardships are simply history to him; he doesn't dwell on them, or allow them to control his actions as most do. Though he is always quick to offer assistance and kindness to those in need, he keeps himself distant, and rarely makes friends. His life of wanderlust has taught him many things, not the least of which is that friends are rarely able or willing to drop their entire life simply to wander aimlessly across the world with him. Friends are simply a pain and absence waiting to happen.
Age: Seventeen Winters
Abilities:
Limited Flight: Lyric's leathery wings allow him to hover at a human's eye-level, but no higher.
Minor Telekinetic Manipulation: Lacking thumbs has forced the Rochii race to find alternate methods to opening doors, picking objects up, etc. Currently can only lift or manipulate items no larger than an average brick, or create weak shields of force.
Possessions:
Red leather collar, from which dangles a small silver coin. The twining, chaotic symbol of House Mizhu is carved into the front of the coin.
(Basic, I know. But the necessities are there. And please don't ask for a History, I really have no clue yet.)
Nick-name: Socks
Race: Rochii
Racial Description: The Rochii are more animal than humanoid, resembling an average house cat, save for the leathery, bat-like wings that sprout from their backs. Fur coloration patterns are largely dependent on varying factors such as lineage and age, and like their more mundane cousins, the Rochii can be easily identified by them; each is unique to the individual. Rochii society is matriarchal, each House (Blood-line) being ruled over by a single Great Mother, who is often incredibly old and powerful. Rochii are blessed with a potent talent for magic, an unsurprising fact considering they are a sentient race without thumbs with which to manipulate the world. Rochii communicate through a very base form of telepathy, projecting their messages as a bizarre mix of emotions, impressions, and intentions directly into the mind of their target, leaving the recipient to decipher and piece them together as a coherent sentence. The life-span of the average Rochii is varied, ranging anywhere from a few years to what would pretty much be considered immortality; their only natural death is by refusing their instinctual, primal hunger for travel. Wanderlust is the ruling factor of a Rochii's life. Time is fluid for a Rochii, flowing only when they stay in the same place, and almost ceasing altogether when they indulge their lust for movement. Reproduction is rare among this race, but when it happens, the average is four per litter, with females almost always outnumbering the males. When pregnant, Rochii females have complete control over their body, allowing them to progress or retard the reproduction cycle as needed. This is mostly an instinctive ability, and helps them oblige the tradition of giving birth only on a full moon. As diverse and varied as they are, all Rochii only agree on one thing. Any path followed precisely, leads nowhere.
Fur Coloration: Lyric's fur is black and somewhat shaggy, save for a white trail leading from between his eyes to the tip of his nose, and the "socks" of white on all four of his feet; the source of his nickname.
Eye color: Lime green.
Personality: Lyric is one of the better examples of his race; always happy unless the situation forces otherwise, he is quick to laugh (in the snorty, almost sneeze-like way of the Rochii), or make jokes. His hardships are simply history to him; he doesn't dwell on them, or allow them to control his actions as most do. Though he is always quick to offer assistance and kindness to those in need, he keeps himself distant, and rarely makes friends. His life of wanderlust has taught him many things, not the least of which is that friends are rarely able or willing to drop their entire life simply to wander aimlessly across the world with him. Friends are simply a pain and absence waiting to happen.
Age: Seventeen Winters
Abilities:
Limited Flight: Lyric's leathery wings allow him to hover at a human's eye-level, but no higher.
Minor Telekinetic Manipulation: Lacking thumbs has forced the Rochii race to find alternate methods to opening doors, picking objects up, etc. Currently can only lift or manipulate items no larger than an average brick, or create weak shields of force.
Possessions:
Red leather collar, from which dangles a small silver coin. The twining, chaotic symbol of House Mizhu is carved into the front of the coin.
(Basic, I know. But the necessities are there. And please don't ask for a History, I really have no clue yet.)