DistantCryprid

MC Name:

         DistantCryptid

Character's Name:

         Klaus Caerme'onn

Character's Age:

         102

Character's Original Race (N/A if not applicable):

         Wood Elf

Transformed form:

         Epiphyte

Creator's MC Name:

         N/A

Creator's RP Name:

         N/A

Briefly explain the lore behind this construct or creature:

Brief origin:

Epiphytes are demi-fae beings born exclusively from fae plants; the seeds from which they grow can enter the mortal world only by fae ring and when the moon is full, which determines them as extremely rare.

 Once fully grown, the plants attract a worthy descendant with irresistible calls, hoping to bond with it and protect vulnerability. The descendant in question, should they be caught by the calls, will fall unconscious before the plant and be wrapped inside a cocoon. In this cocoon, the body will transform from its former state into something resembling the plant (usually leaves as hair or a skin resembling bark if their plant is a tree), and their soul is bound. 

As a result, their whole body becomes vulnerable to blight. However, they can be healed of blight by a druid. Other forms of druidism have no effect on them. 

BInding of two souls:

Once the two are bonded, the descendant and the plant have a strong connection to each other, entwined so close that one can feel the pain of the other when physically injured. 

The epiphyte will always see the plant as something admirable or overall a positive companion, a trusted and close member of its family, someone whose needs come first for it. If the plant dies, the epiphyte is overwhelmed by intense pain, a debilitation so severe that any physical activity is almost impossible - and their mind will overwhelm itself with despondency and madness; the only thing they care about is the replanting of their plant.

Rebirths:

Epiphytes remain within the lifespan of their former race, but experience rebirth every 10 to 50 years. 

Between each rebirth is a cycle of four seasons that physically affect the individual, which becomes increasingly withered and distrustful or accepting toward the end of the last period. 

The beginning of a new cycle evidently ends their time in the worn-out form, and therefore their souls are reborn in a new, younger body that emerges from their plant. Their physical appearance may bear a closer resemblance to their plant at each rebirth, but this may vary.

They may also develop animalistic features such as aesthetic horns and cloven feet, those bear absolutely no advantage in roleplay, and require the remains of a dead animal with said features to be buried under its roots.

Abilities:

Last but not least, there are the abilities, those consist of Combative and  non-combative types being:

Combative:

Sowing:

An epiphyte is able to produce seeds of the mundane variety of their plant continuously. This has no use in combat by itself, although it may be used by a druid for better uses, this spreads seeds in a one by one area. OR They may muster up the will to produce a new seed of their fae plant should the current one be in grave danger without the means to move it the usual way, this will cause the other plant to die.

Budding:

Epiphytes are able to mimic herbs and plants they consumed before, and harvest the benign properties of said plants by growing a replica of the same material as they are made of, which holds only the beneficial properties.

Non-Combative

Connection:

All epiphytes have an innate connection to their fae plant, this ranges from a perpetual awareness to being able to fully communicate with it. This connection is stronger than mortal tongue or druidic communion, it is deeply empathetic, so much so that it may even manifest as a sort of “familiar” made of the plant material.

Regrowing: 

Regrowth is the way that the epiphyte anatomy heals, the demi-fae, due to being plants, have a higher capacity and speed in which they heal, minor wounds taking a narrative hour to heal, while mild would take a narrative day, and severe would take a narrative year.
 

Quaking:

While not under strain, an epiphyte may apply certain aesthetic changes to their body, such as making parts of their body glow, moving their floral hair or even changing coloration or projecting seeds at an annoying individual.

Important Redlines:

- Epiphytes do not have reproductive organs, and are therefore infertile. Any romantic relationship is a purely emotional bond, they cannot feel sensuality.

- While the two can communicate, the fae plant cannot warn the epiphyte of their death.

- They gain new abilities, such as duplicating their fae seed, duplicating certain plants to sprout out of their skin, temporarily growing plants on their body, and changing the color or shape of their body. They have a natural self-healing ability that occurs when they are not affected by disease or corruption.

- Epiphytes can suffer temporary amnesia after rebirth, but whether they regain memories depends on the player.

- Epiphytes have inherent weaknesses due to their new anatomy. Fire is moderately more damaging to their skin, and they are particularly sensitive to voidal and dark magic. In the presence of these spells, they feel waves of nausea, but do not intuitively know where the nausea is coming from. Any curses they possessed before their transformation or rebirth pass to the next form.

If this construct or creature has some form of aesthetic choice, can you describe how they look? 

Klaus, being bound to a Red Maple tree, bears spindly red hair made of small threads of leaves that form locks upon locks of hair with a few maple nuts tangled in the mess, their eyes take on a green, sprout-like hue whose pupils are oddly… fragmented. Their skin is rather barklike, brown with a darker shade towards their extremities.

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         No

Do you agree to keep Story writers updated on the status of your magic app?:

         Yes

Are you aware that if this creature is shelved, your character may be given the option to revert or be indefinitely shelved?

         Yes

Memey RP or using this CA for subpar villain/bandit RP can lead to your app being denied, even after acceptance. Please put "I understand" as your response once you have read this part and understand the consequences.

         I understand

Have you applied for this creature on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

         No

The forum post implying their change can be found: 
Here

Times of Change

After a scouting mission turned violent, a short Mali’ame walked the earth near their home after hours of ambling away from their group that slowly back home, frame battered and bruised after being flung around by an abomination, they had to find a place that was quiet. 

Peaceful.
 

Their mind gushed and ached like an open wound, everything was so loud at this moment, yet also muffled by unbearable grief. Strangely enough said grief was not fully directed towards the member that they hadn’t seen make it out of the frigid caves, no. While immensely upset about such, their grief had loomed for longer than this … 

Longer than the last week, month or year.

The grief they felt, they had no one to speak to, or at least that was what their mind had tricked them into believing, there was no-one in the whole realm that felt the way they felt. Many with similar stories, but none were them. No-one was quite like Klaus were they?

Klaus was a Mali’ame by blood, yet only became one of soul much later than most, raised by humans in a sheltered childhood, they knew so little of the world, yet so much about themselves.
 

But what was the point? Knowing oneself, but not being understood by others?

All these thoughts troubled their ginger head for long, so long they made constant noise in the back of their mind. All they did as a person was an attempt to prove these thoughts wrong, to analyze and dissect these feelings.
 

Yet they forgot to truly feel them.

However, after it all went wrong that scouting mission, there was something different. After running away to the spot they had a habit of going to quiet those thoughts, to muffle the buzzing of intrusion with the hum of nature …

They saw it.

A beautiful tree whose leaves burnt bright much like their hair, one that they had sat beneath so many times to watch the beaver and osprey build and fish by the river that passed beneath. Something was so..

Different. 

Something that spoke to them in a strange tongue, of wonder and whimsy. Attracting them towards the very trunk of the tree, where  they ran tattooed digits through the bark, the usual greeting they used for so many of its kind.

Yet …

As they felt their hand become bound to its wooden flesh, and their whole body being pulled and dragged towards an open maw, they had nothing but acceptance towards something they silently struggled so much with.

Change.

[OOC:]

MC Name:

         DistantCryptid

Character's Name:

         Klaus

Character's Age:

         102

What feat(s) will you be learning?

         Alchemy

Teacher's MC Name:

         248pengin

Teacher's RP Name:

         Socoria Memoras

Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your feat app?:

         Yes

Have you applied for this feat on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

         No

Are you aware that if this feat is shelved, it will be unavailable to use?

         Yep

Klaus, only knowing the orc briefly, frowned upon the knowledge he had passed.

Klaus recalled aiding in the hunt of a Stradooth only a day before, by being invited rather spontaneously by the red one himself. 
What happened?

"You were a warrior, from start to finish, 'till your last breath. Blessed be."

Was all they had to say.

Y'all I read this shit wrong and voted maybe because I thought it said to ban ALL FTBs. 
Ban the sex FTBs PLEASE.

"Oh my spar buddy got a promotion. Ain't that just grand!"

Klaus smiled as they read the missive, commenting such after to their little brochure-esque living doll, that chippered.

Give me the cool shit

Deep into the eternal forest, in the frigid bioluminescence of the third's domain, a child of ivory hair awaits...


 

Oh i like this idea! i've played with blockbench a few times myself, and the amount of creativity and overall freedom that it allows one to express is such a breath of fresh air. +1

MC Name:

         DistantCryptid

Character's Name:

         Klaus Caerme'onn

Character's Age:

         100

Character's Race:

         Wood Elf

What magic(s) will you be learning?

         Communion

Teacher's MC Name:

         Mega_Huskey

Teacher's RP Name:

         Nemea Ke Kai'len

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         No

Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your magic app?:

         Yes

Are you aware that if this magic is shelved, it will be unavailable to use?

         Yes

Out of the ever-verdant canopy, emerged a pale elf with strange proportions whose hair seemed to ebb and flow int0 the aurora, drawn by the stir of a new soul joining the many others in the forest...
"Welcome home, sister."
Uttered the Boreal druid with solenm warmth, welcoming the newly-passed druid with open arms. 

You know it's a good post when you gotta take a tab of adderall to read it.

Within the woodlands, below the canopy and against the tree branches, a small 'ame saw the wave of gold through the skies.

They did not fully grasp what the meaning of it was, never faced with battle or true fear.

They had yet to witness all, they did not understand the man-made horror that was war.

Therefore they did not fear it. 

MC Name:

         DistantCryptid

Character's Name:

         Klaus

Character's Age:

         88

What feat(s) will you be learning?

         Sycophant of Boletius

Teacher's MC Name:

         ClassyNewt

Teacher's RP Name:

         Fisulii Alusa Arvellon

Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your feat app?:

         Yes

Have you applied for this feat on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

         No

Are you aware that if this feat is shelved, it will be unavailable to use?

         Yep

The Bow

     Klaus took in a breath, the very last shaving of wood had reached the ground. They were finished, their weapon was made, now all that was left was to varnish it and wait, once that was done they moved forth, taking the silk that they had previously braided and stringing the bow, now it was all done, they were finished.
    As soon as the bow was strung, Klaus took the broom that rested against their wall and began sweeping their floor, making a medium-sized pile of sawdust and wood chip pile. Slinging their bow over their shoulder. They take a burlap sack and join the new fertilizer with the old one, they throw the sack over their back, giving their family portrait a fond look before they head outside, locking the door behind them.
 

    They walk down the path and empty the contents into a composter, humming a merry tune to themselves, the dust from what was once a tree would join clippings of many others to bring new life once processed. Further down they watch their kin by the fire, they wave goodbye to the group and march out of the Vale’s walls. They then reached the port, hopping on a boat to head up north.

Away from home and into the cold.

    Klaus felt the air nip at their exposed skin, that was now not much more than their head, they pulled their coat more tightly around their shoulders, the quiver and bow shifting with the motion, yet once their boat trip came to an end they took to the tundra.  The snow was bright for them, their glasses and breath fogging with the shift in warmth.

The traps and Tracks

  Soon the short elf managed to breach from the tundra down to the taiga, along their way they would set down small snare traps, for rabbits and the unlucky fox that would cross paths with it. They took very good care of each one, ensuring it would be a quick end should any critter be caught.

    Yet soon, they began to see the signs, the marks of what they came so far for, they take their hand and press it to the snow, a pang of cold rushing through their whole arm as they do so, they measure the hoofprint, it was large, the size of their palm doubled, they proceeded to follow it down a valley, trees whose bark had been marred by antlers began appearing before them, yet once they came across fresh droppings they knew they would soon find what left those tracks.

  The Sighting

    They could hear the distant rushing of water, and so they took to the treeline, making themselves at home on a particular tree that had a full view of the lake they had found. Yet they had to wait, and wait they did, stark still in the cold for what felt like much more time than had actually passed. 

Their patience was rewarded. ‘Lo came a moose, trekking through the snow with its long legs, it was a bull, easily double Klaus’ size, upon seeing the animal Klaus nocked an arrow,placing it upon their bowstring and drawing it.

    They still needed patience, they were told to wait just for the right moment, where the bull was most vulnerable. They waited, watching the beautiful beast bathe in the sun, then it decided to wade into the water. Their eyes narrow behind their spectacles, their stomach rumbling already from hours of standing still, a small icicle formed at the edge of Klaus’ lips from the chew they had been trying to trick their own hunger with.

    The moment was now. The moose had eaten the weeds beneath the water, pulling its head out of it to take in air, it then decided to wade back into shore, shaking the water off.

 Until...

    It was struck, ichor dripped onto the soil as the arrow Klaus had waited so long to let fly pierced its neck, through and through, it proceeded to try to flee, but it was fruitless, it collapsed beneath the treeline as Klaus watched, muttering a prayer to the lord of the hunt for the lucky strike, once being met with the dying animal, they decide to take their  spear, allowing the animal to rest in onyx black with one swift thrust.

      With a satisfied hum, they would use a sled to move the animal, the equipment they brought was set far away so as to not let down traces. The small ‘ame would head the exact route they came, checking their traps on their way home, they had caught three rabbits and one fox. 

The hunt was successful,

Blessed be.

[OOC:]

Love the froggy facts!

What's your favorite sweet? Or general food?

A screenshot of the book:

MC Name:

         DistantCryptid

Character's Name:

         Klaus

Character's Age:

         77

Character's Race:

         Wood Elf

What magic(s) will you be learning?

         Housemagery/Culimancy

Teacher's MC Name:

         Self-Teach

Teacher's RP Name:

         N/A

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         No

Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your magic app?:

         Yes

Are you aware that if this magic is shelved, that you may no longer use it in character?

         Yes

[!]A particular praying mantis doll would deliver a notice to those who would care to read it, and those who did not as well, once opened the letter would read the following:

“Greetings. It is Boreal.

I am alive and well, and this message is the first and last explanation that I will deliver. I do not mean for this to be taken as hurtful, for the opposite is the goal.

I no longer wish to be a part of any circle or guild. 

This has been a decision that has long crossed my mind and I have decided that it is wise to act on it. I've come to realize that working within a group of any sort is very difficult for me, this is no fault of anyone, I am just recognizing my limits and following them by leaving, for if i do not i will become more of a burden than anything else.

I cannot change my past actions or words, be it for the better or worse. I have made mistakes and have learned from them at my own pace. I do not want my life to be a sob story, or a cautionary tale for those to come.

Now the point of this message is to open an avenue of communication, just because I bear no wish to be a part of a circle it does not mean I will cease to do my duty as a druid.

Whenever I am needed, tell me, when not, I bid you all farewell.”


[OOC:]

The Boreal druid, upon knowing James had passed away, fell silent for a couple moments, nature's song surrounding them following suit, this held breath was kept inside for few excruciating moments before, with a wave of emotions it was all released. Fear, anger, sadness and grief, the end was relief, for a soldier, a good man finally got to sleep.
"i'll remember you. My friend." The silver-eyed druid looked up at the moon above the canopy, an acorn retrieved from their pouch would become their fallen friend's memento "You were an oak, my friend. Reliable, be the day cold or hot, rain or not. You'd be there, just like this tree." They proceed to bury said seed into the ground by their home, where it would grow surrounded by fallen comrades.

Yep

Heehoo mine 1/3

"Totems are gifts. They are given to us one way or the other, and much like gifts, you may move onto something else if it no longer fits you."
The Boreal Druid murmured as they watched from a distance, perhaps only heard by the trees. Yet the pride within their gaze will forever remain.

Oh have a good rest my friend, well deserved. We'll be here should you ever return.