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STATS
Name: Zwaluw
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Description: Zwaluw is of
mixed dwarf-viking descend. He is smaller than most men in his family and
regrettably also not as wide as the ones leaning more to the dwarven
spectrum. His skintone is very pale, with bright blue eyes, a straight
nose and blond hair. Zwaluw often wears red because it complements his
colouring and it does look striking on him.
Personality: Zwaluw is pretty vain and self-absorbed. He works hard
to look good and to get ahead in school. he's quite ambitious and hopes to
take over the family. For that he'll need to do better than his sister,
but she's a hopeless relic, preferring to spend her days in dusty
libraries while Zwaluw prefers to be out among people, networking.
Skills: Staff-wielding sorcerer, mostly fire and light spells.
Hobbies: looking in mirrors.
Dislikes: His sister babbling on about stuffy topics.
Family: Born as second child
to the Swanwhite family. He has one older sister (Zonastrild), the sibling
rivalry is pretty strong between them and they often argue.
Bond: Decay Zinc & Soil Zealous from the
Refugium
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HATCHING
Queen Gleam's song echoed through the halls and commlinks of the Refugium
with a joyful note.
Candidates began their quick spill into the hatching bay, ushered by the
Refugium's security teams. They were a haphazard
mix of species, all alien to the Myrmex queen's eyes but
promising. Eggs waited for no one, though. They burst with shrieks
of hunger as the last straggling candidates dawdled in behind the raucous
chorus of food.
As the multiple bonds connected to the queen, it was
obvious to the people of the refugium that these grublings were different
from the previous batch. Gleam's first bond, a little blue-spotted
decay, wound twisty psuedopods around globs of fruit and stared at Gleam
with a set of oil-spot eyes protruding from its tongue. Its anatomy
appeared otherwise normal for a myrmex but only metamorphosis would reveal
any further irregularities. These grubblings were still entirely myrmex,
despite the changes in appearance. These new adaptations would only serve
to strengthen the species.
The Queen watched with pride as the rest of her children
darted toward the waiting candidates.
A group of four dwarf-hybrids had arrived on the Refugium together,
a quest for the throne interrupted by a well-timed search rider. Zwaluw
enjoyed the admiration and attention from the various inhabitants of the
Refugium but kept his father's quest in the back of his mind. Maybe he'd
find a suitable crystal here and the mines
were just a ruse for further adventure. Who knew! He'd leave the
book-reading and riddle-solving to his sister and her friend.
Unsurprisingly (to Zwaluw at least) it wasn't long before a striking blue
grubbling made its way toward him, flashing the iridescent colours of a
decay.
:: You'll be even more handsome with me at your side :: said the grubbling.
:: I'm Zinc, I'm full, and I think we should
try and get a head start on your sister. ::
:: We're gonna beat her for sure! :: trilled a dark brown soil, marching
toward their group. :: I'm Zealous and I know we can do it! What is
it we're doing again?::
STATS
Name: Zinc
Colour: Decay
Hatchling Height: 1'6"
Personality: self-disciplined, gullible, contemplative
Abilities: telepathy
STATS
Name: Zealous
Colour: Soil
Hatchling Height: 1'8"
Personality: possessive, hostile, dutiful
Abilities: telepathy
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FLIGHT
Zwaluw had returned to his home
with the aid of Zinc's teleportation ability. Zilverreiger had remained
and his sister Zonastrild seemed to have all but forgotten their contest
for the right to rule. Too enamoured by the libraries of the Refugium no
doubt. Not that Zwaluw cared. He'd be getting what he'd wanted all along
with the added bonus of Zinc and Zealous.
The two myrmex had grown to become a warriror with mad skills and a hardy
drone without the need to be fed. And after having to care of two
grubblings, Zwaluw was very thankful for that last ability.
:: After they see us, no-one is going to oppose you.
:: Zinc assured his bond.
:: You're so cool. I'll take down anyone who doesn't
like us. :: Zealous added, completely serious.
"Happy as I am of that, please don't kill any people. That might just make
them chase us out." Zwaluw chided Zealous.
Zwaluw returned and was welcomed by his father who, after having learned
of Zonastrild's defection, appointed Zwaluw as his successor. But
apparently, Zwaluw's father wasn't quite ready to pass on the baton and
life returned to the way it was. Which was boring now that he knew of the
entire Nexus out there. maybe Zonastrild hadn't been so daft. He kind of
missed her, not to mention his best friend.
:: Well there's nothing that says we need to stay
here all the time in order to succeed." Zinc offered.
:: We can go out and conquer! :: Zealous
suggested.
"Let's go visit some places before we start talking of conquering, shall
we?"
STATS
Name: Zinc
Colour: Decay
Caste: Warrior
Adult Height: 8'7"
Personality: self-disciplined, gullible, contemplative
Abilities:
*telepathy
*teleportation
*withering touch: The user can
cause any organic thing they touch to rot.
*putrefy: One touch of this
caustic ability causes any deceased organic material to immediately
liquefy.
STATS
Name: Zealous
Colour: Soil
Caste: Drone
Adult Height: 5'0"
Personality: possessive, hostile, dutiful
Abilities:
*telepathy
*soil sustenance:
derive nutrients directly from the soil, no need to eat!
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[STORY] -~-
[ZONASTRILD] [ZWALUW]
[ZANGGORS] [ZILVERREIGER]
[ZEEKOET]
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