ETA ::Profile (Milkweed)

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Character Stats
Name: Milkweed Species: Mothborn Height: 5'2"(With antennae. Without them he's about 4'8") Weight: 95 lbs Sex: Male Age: 18 Birthday: Unknown Orientation: Does it move? Homeworld: Unknown Occupation: Volunteer Librarian Relationship Status: Complicated.

Character Description:

Standing just under five feet tall, his feathery antennae not included, Milkweed is quite the curious sight. From head to toe, this strange young man is absolutely covered in tufts of soft, warm moth fuzz that grows from his smooth skin. He's probably the most huggable creature alive, with skin as smooth as silk, and twice as soft. Milkweed seems to also have a constant blush to his cheeks, contrasting his milky white skin and fur with a splash of sharp pink. His blush can become very intense, to the point where his whole body becomes flushed in a wave of intense and passionate redness. With this blush, comes an intense chemcially-induced heat that radiates from his body. The heat is never so hot that it hurts however, as it only reaches comfortably warm temperatures. Milkweed's hair is made from the same material as his many tufts of moth fuzz; it's similar in all regards, color, texture, smell, and softness. Sprouting out the top of his head are two long, feathery feelers. These antennae are just as soft as his hair, and are hyper-sensitive, each one of them is about 8 inches in length. Milkweed's features are soft and muted, his face as fair and plain as the fairest lady. His neck, ankles, and wrist are slim and wiry, indicating his youthful and naturally effeminate body. Around most of his neck and covering most of his chest is the largest tuft of fuzz on his body. This tuft drapes over his shoulders partially, and wraps around all the way to the back of his neck. Simialr tufts of fur cover all four of his forearms, as well as his shins. Milkweed's hands and feet are somewhat insect-like in appearence, but despie their clinginess and claws, they are soft and smooth (and delicate) just like the rest of his body. His stomach and chest aren't muscular by any definiton of the word, but they he is skinny enough that he can be described as 'well-toned'. Milkweed also has a pair of fluffy, stark white wings. These wings aren't very strong; they are barely able to carry him through the air, and it exhausts the poor moth whenever he uses them. He can tuck them behind his back if he wishes for them to not get in the way, and even extend them to drape around his body. Milkweed wears a large, droopy, dark pink sweater with a few loose threads and sewn-on patches. It's way too big for him, with the neck hole hanging just below his shoulders. The sweater is specially made, with four holes for each one of his arms, and a large opening in the back for his wings to come through. He also wears a pair of loose blue shorts. Milkweed often gravitates towards other shy people, feeling most comfortable among kindred spirits. Because of this, he spends most of his time on the upper balcony of an old library in the Nexus, shyly glancing down at the people below. He loves reading the books, but tries his best to avoid being seen holding them. How he first arrived at the library is currently unknown to him, as are his origins. Milkweed is a lost, shy, and confused soul. He often finds himself deep in thought, searching for something or someone to give him purpouse.

A Hostile Homeworld:
Unbekownst to most, Milkweed's actual origins lie far beyond the far reaches of the near cluster, on a strange and alien moon located in the Antennae Galaxies. The moon in question orbits a large gas giant, and has a rough planetary radius of ~3500 kilometers. Its climate is mostly warm and temperate, with a large portion (55%) of the celestial body being covered in salt water. Radiometric zircon dating, in conjunction with thermoluminescant mehtods have determined the moon to be approximately 2 billion years old. The stuffy astronomers of the United Intergalactic Federation (UIF) have designated it s-2347, but the people who inhabit the deep blue moon call their world "Eu'Chae". Linguist have translated this as roughly meaning "The deadly mother", and it is a name very befitting of such a hostile world. Around 270 ma, the moon s-2347 was bombarded with a heavy wave of solar radiation, as the entire galaxy it's within was undergoing a burst phase. As a result, rapid and often deadly mutations plagued the moon's earlier lifeforms. Surviving taxa were either morphed into deadly and genetically unstable monstrosities, or flourished into beautiful and serine curiosities. For the latter, life became a daily and desparate struggle for survival, often ammounting to nothing more than a messy and gruesome demise. Many of the species on s-2347 take on a roughly 'humanoid' shape, combining the intelligence of humanity with the deadliest and cruelest aspects of other organims. Almost as many species on s-2347 are endangered, and the UIF has thus taken the initiative to preserve them. The most recent and prominent example of this, is the moth-like "Imergus Polygenphalae", or Mothborn as they are commonly known.

The Mothborn do not take kindly to their scientific nor their common designation, insisting on the use of their ancestral/tribal name, the "Acriti". The exact meaning of this word still evades the brightest minds of the UIF's cultural division, as the Acriti consider this knowledge sacred and forbidden. Theories were put forth by Clupaktu et al. 3433, suggesting it's a gibberish word alluding to the sound the of a female Mothborn's mating call, or possibly a very rough translation of an archaic word for "Hunted". In any case, outsiders who learn of its meaning tend to disappear. Their bodies and belongings are seemingly spirited away without any trace. The mating ritual of Mothborn, as well as their exact reproductive cycle and methods remains somewhat of a mystery. Although through dissections and observations made by UIF staff, it was deduced that they are capable of hermaphroditic and asexual reproduction. Mothborn are accomplished and efficient hunters and foragers, capable of eating plant and animal matter. They are also perfectly capable of rehydrating themselves with salt water, as their bodies filter sodium compounds out from water, and store it in their sweat and tear glands. Adult Mothborn are strong flyers, capable of a high degree of speed and maneuverability. They use this to their advantage, chasing down their prey and evading the many predators that stalk the swamps and jungles where they make their homes. Mothborn emit sweet-smelling pheromones from glands and pores located beneath their thick tufts of fur. The smell of these pheromones are often compared to various scents, freshly ripened fruit, tangy and potent spices like cinnamon, and even smoked meats. These are used to lure both prey, as well as potential mates. All Mothborn have roughly the same physical traits, four arms, a pair of antennae, wings and insect like hands and feet. They also posses a long, tongue-like proboscis that they use to drink nectar, water, and even blood. Those are the only similarities constant between all and any Mothborn. Their interior and exterior colors, patterns, body shapes, fuzz placement and height vary widely between individuals. Mothborn alpha males however, have a universally distinct appearence. They appear as tall, slim but well-toned figures with completely black skin and fuzz, large feathery wings, and piercing red bioluminscent eyes. They tend to be highly territorial, and are prone to extremely violent behavior, gruesomely devouring those they perceive as rivals. UIF staff recommend extreme caution and submission when engaging with any Mothborn ethnic groups with alpha males present. Despite all their faculties, Mothborn are longtime occupants of the threatened species list. This is due to them falling victim to the other demihumans of s-2347, all with some kind of advantage over them. UIF efforts to preserve and rebuild the species should a worst-case scenario become unavoidable, began effective immediately about eighteen years ago. After negotiations were made, a clutch of eggs from a Mothborn nursery were taken into UIF ecological division storage. They were then discretely placed within best-suited environments on different planets throughout the known universe. This was done in hopes that they would thrive and intermingle with native inhabitants. Results have been...less than ideal so far.

Milkweed

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