Mycota Scari

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[/container] « ~【G E N E R A L I N F O】~ » ➠Name: Mycota Scaria ➠Trollhandle: saprophyticSapphic ➠Age: 8 sweeps ➠Gender: F ➠Sexual orientation: she’s pretty gay. ⠀ « ~【T R O L L I N F O】~ » ➠Caste: Rust ➠Sign: Aro ➠Typing Quirk: C= mushroom emoji, typing in all caps except for her c’s which she replaces with lowercase x’s, and the lowercase h she puts after some of her S’s to represent her unique manner of speech. Occasional fungus puns. ➠Lusus: A large insect creature hosting a colony of fungi in beneficial coexistence. ➠Original Planet: Beforus ➠Classpect: knight of heart [6:54 PM] « ~【B I O G R A P H Y】~ » ➠Personality: rowdy, feisty, and as blunt as the club she wields, she might come across more rude and inconsiderate than she intends. Just as often though, she is being very disrespectful on purpose. Respect as a default is an earned thing, and she has not quite grasped that disrespect is not necessarily the natural default of that mindset. But she’s getting there. She values strength and self preservation, but doesn’t demonize weakness or reliance on others, in fact she sees it as necessary for some. She secretly looks up to those who can freely rely on others, wanting to find someone she herself can truly look up to. As much as she values her independence and self-reliance, she wants the opportunity to be weak and to truly need someone else to be strong for her. This contradiction sits at the core of her character, as her standards for that someone she seeks grow higher each time she thinks she has found someone she can trust, only to be betrayed or to become disillusioned with them compared to the pedestal she put them on. She is fiercely protective of those she cares about, and can easily justify violence on their behalf if she feels they have been wronged. She believes in a fair fight though, and won’t raise a hand to anyone she feels couldn’t take the hit. For her, throwing fists and crossing blades is a conversation, a debate. It’s the best way she knows how to get an idea across, never having been strong with words. She is capable of being very fun and friendly with the ones she chooses to be close to, working to not be seen as scary or threatening to them, so they know her as a source of safety. [6:54 PM] ➠History: Learning from her lusus the values of relying on others, she dedicated herself to being a protector fairly early on in her life. Her adventurous nature brought her out from her cavernous hive and towards civilization, where she would make a reputation of beating up bullies, especially after the merge. Her rowdy nature would lead her to attracting the attention of delinquents and gangs wanting to recruit someone young and tough. Looking for someone strong she can lean on, she would join charismatic and strong leaders, dedicating herself to them until they failed to meet her standards or betrayed her directly. Despite the number of times this cycle has repeated, she still holds out hope of finding that someone she can truly look up to and rely on. [6:55 PM] ➠Skills and Abilities: yoyoing, brawling, enough Telekinetics to manipulate things smaller than a bread box. ⠀ ➠Occupation: delinquent. ➠Aspirations: getting by, helping others, getting to be ‘‘weak’’ ⠀ ➠Likes: adventure and excitement, the values of strength, kindness, honesty, independence, loyalty. ➠Dislikes: bullying the weak when you are strong. ⠀ ➠Appearance: a single, distinctive, mushroom shaped horn reaches out from the right side of her head, sharing space with her equally distinctive bright red cap, worn lopsided to make room for her horn. Spoilers; the hat is covering the broken stump of her left horn, something she is sensitive about. She keeps her hair short and stylistically unkempt, wanting to be seen as rough and dangerous. She wears dark overalls over a deep red shirt with her sign on it in black, red and white striped arm warmers, and a long bright red coat over it all. Her boots look worn from use, but still sturdy enough to not need replacing just yet. To complete her look, she carries around a big-yet-not-too-large metal spiked club, though it is not her primary tool for rough housing and protection, mostly an instrument of intimidation. For a real fight, she has her yoyo.

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