Gilles

STATS
Name: Gilles
Age: 30 (33 at Candidacy)
Gender: Male
Description: Gilles has a normal build for his gender and age. He is neither thin, fat nor muscled. He has short black hair that gets styled about every other week and brown eyes that show a certain spark that leaves women open to his influence. Gilles knows this and keeps his appearance crisp. He will never be mistaken for the smartest man alive, but he does possess a kind of practical sense that keeps him out of trouble. During his life he's acquired a love for foreign body implants which has led him to the clinic.At the clinic he received bod modifications (small horns on his brows, spikes around his shoulders, knuckle knives). While at Lantessama he has developed a taste for luminiscent implants (though those haven't been implanted yet) and tribal tattoos. 
Character: Gilles is a real ladies man who likes to go out, dance and sing. He likes to gamble. If it will excite him he will do it. He's been called adventurous, interesting, but also crazy and a daredevil.
Hobbies: Thinking up pick-up lines, going out and drinking.

Gilles impressed at Refugium's Myrmex 001 Clutch. 

HATCHING
Across the Refugium candidate beepers lit up to announce the clutches' readiness. Halls and elevators cleared to allow easy access to the subterranean biome as the candidates flooded in - a much larger group that the Refugium had ever seen before, but after all, there were a great many eggs. Many of which appeared to be sporting... knitted caps? A great deal many of them, which meant someone here had been rather busy. Even now Gleam's drones were adjusting the hats on a few eggs, tugging them snugly over their slimy carapaces.
Her warrior paced the length of the cavern, overseeing the placement of foodstuffs in various piles within easy reach of the hatchlings. Gleam had been insistent that the grubblings would be ravenous and if they weren't given enough to fill their bellies, they'd turn their attention on anything else that might fit in their mouths. Best to have well stocked larders. The cave stank of it, piles o fruit and grain, vegetables that seemed a little off, meat piled high, and buckets of fat feeder worms Gleam said would be particularly favored. A few of Janos City's restaurants had donated frozen stuffs to help sate the oncoming hoard of hatchlings.
Kutoth and Dr. Krum made their way to the far end of the clutching cavern, nearest the queen who watched them both with gleaming, black eyes.
:: There will be many queens. ::
"You can tell what they are inside the eggs?" asked Dr. Krum.
:: No. We need queens so there will be queens. :: She turned away from them, antennae-ears flicking upward. :: They are coming. ::
The collective milling of the candidates dimmed to silence as a wet ripping sound announced the first hatching. And then, chaos began.

:: You're the coolest looking person here!:: a bright mind voice shouted at Gilles, leaving a vaguely citrus feeling in his mouth. A brightly colored fungus grubbling headed toward him at a clipped pace.
"Woah," he gasped.
:: That's right ::
Behind Woah slunk a smaller green arbor, trying valiantly to wink various sets of eyes at anything vaguely female.
Woah sighed, and said. :: Act Natural ::

WOAH & ACT NATURAL

GROWING
Gilles coralled Act Natural and Woah back to the living room where he'd taken refuge from the delicious smells of cookies that Dorothy was making. He knew he'd get some if he asked, but living with her already meant he was putting on some pounds around the mid-section that he could do without. How she stayed slender now that she was baking and cooking was beyond him.
:: She exercises a lot :: Act Natural said, :: While you're sleeping she does sit-ups and squats ::
"Really? When does she sleep?" Gilles asked.
:: While she waits for the cookies to bake? :: Woah suggested a possible answer.
:: I like her she's nice and she smells yummy :: Act Natural commented.
"Please tell me you didn't say that to her." Gilles let out in a sigh.
:: Of course I did. You told me women like to be complimented :: Act Natural said.
:: She always gives us cookies and treats so we should treat her well :: Woah added.
"Well you're not wrong in that..." Gilles said, "Wait, did you give Mandy compliments as well?"
:: Of course :: Woah said, :: We told her her dead glare is amazing ::
:: I told her she'd look wonderful in leather :: Act Natural added.
"Well I hope she won't kill me for that.... But anyway you can ask me for food as well so you don't need to woo Dorothy for that."
:: Then how about we go for take-out? :: Woah suggested, :: I really like that Chinese Quarter ::
:: Not to mention that they like your wolours over there :: Act Natrual added.
:: What? They know what's pretty! ::

ADULT
Act Natural emerged not that much bigger than when he went in, slender with dainty wings and cute.
:: will the girls like me?" he asked.
"Well girls definitely go for cute, so if you just want them to fawn over you, you might take the world by storm." Gilles shrugged.
Woah giggled, :: You're smaller than me even! ::
The reddish-pink drone flew up high and called :: Look! I can make it snow! :: and released his spore breath.

Name: Act Natural
Caste: Drone
Color: Arbor
Hatchling Height: 11" at shoulder
Adult Height: 3' at shoulder
Personality: Flirty and awkward, Act Natural just wants to attract the ladies, but he had no idea how! It loves to come up with new pick-up lines to run by Gilles and it's optimism isn't dissuaded even though most of its attempts at flirtation are turned down.
Abilities: Telepathy, Plant Growth

Name: Woah
Caste: Drone
Color: Fungus
Hatchling Height: 1'7" at shoulder
Adult Height: 4'5" at shoulder
Personality: Woah loves to be the center of attention and can act quite the clown to achieve this. There's no dare Woah will refuse, no joke it won't tell, no person it won't attempt to befriend in the hopes of increasing its popularity. Woah finds its sibling embarrassing, but its exasperation comes with a great deal of fondness as well.
Abilities: Telepathy, Mycilia Network, Spore Breath