Another looming shadow approached RuptureFarms. The clanking train sped into the station, fumes belching from it's exhaust. I t came to a sudden, abrupt halt, and a small dent appeared in one of the doors. As it whined open, a strange creture rolled out, clutching it's head. Fearfully checking the scene around him, the Meech scampered off down a corridor.
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Name: Crunchy
Race: Meech
Gender: Male
Age: 17 'Meech years', 4 human years
Appearance: Darker colouration than Meeches in general (due to harsh sunlight), and slightly longer fingers. Shards missing from some shell plates.
Personality: Slightly deaf, which can cause problems for a creature with no visible eyes. Quite shy and a tiny bit paranoid. He can scrawl a few words of Mudokonian. Usually hungry.
Equipment: Small backpack.
History: One of the isolated Meeches that did not get eaten, Crunchy's ancestors was smuggled out of their native land to safety in the Monsaic Lines by Mudokons during the rise of the Industrialists. Lonely, he made several trips to Scrabania and Paramonia, though this was because he had a habit of falling into wells.
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