May be a bit late but I'll join if it'll be of any help.
Name: As of yet none
Age: 7 months
Description: About 2/3rds the height of an ordinary Scrab at the moment, being as of yet not fully grown.
Sex and specie: Male (if gendered), 'mortal' Shrykull
Equipment: Has some sort of pouch slung about him which he can't remove or see the contents, so he doesn't know what they are.
Personality: Fun loving, likes being with others, but get's angered easily and will seek vengeance desperately.
Bio/Backstory: The vykkers have created this creature, part Paramite part Scrab, based off of the Mudokons holy Shrykull. They thought it may be of some benefit , either meat wise or having supernatural powers. Unfortunately for them, it had no supernatural powers (idiots), and being an unnatural creature, as it were, cannot breed and therefore creating more would be more costly than profitable. He was eventually left and neglected in a cage, while still very young, before being experimented on. He wanted more company though, being of gregarious nature in his paramite side, but the fuzzles seemed to be trying to move away from him, and the vykkers were obviously being neglective. He got angered and depressed after a few weeks, and then turned vicious on the lone vykker who had attempted top sneak him out to experiment on him while the other was gone. The vykker was moreover expecting a more friendly greeting, knowing about his gregarious nature, but had failed to realise he might be just a wee bit ticked off at being in a cage starving for about a week. Being strong physically, with a whole 8 limbs, he just managed to bring the vykker down, but with some wounds from the vykkers claws. There was a dripping pipe, which helped to soothe his wounds as he ate what he could, before drinking. He then showed pity upon the fuzzles and attempted to free them, also hoping for some company. The cages were too tough, though. (bear in mind that this would grow quickly, being a 'wild' creature and not a slow growing human or suchlike. He also had very good nourishment left over from his embryonic days, as it were) He eventually gave up, and got fed up and leapt out the window. Luckily, the vykkers lab was close to ground sucking up unfortunate captured specimens, so it wasn’t too harsh a fall. He eventually, without finding predators, fortunately found a tight cave, too small for any real predators to enter, except maybe some fleeches, but they weren’t hard to chew up, and they provided a good food source for a while, pouncing on them as they wandered past the cave entrance. He would have to sometimes wander out for water, though, and be very careful not to be attacked. He’d tried calling to Paramites and Scarbs, being able to make the same cries, but when they came, they either attacked or ignored him as he was…different to them.
OOC: Now it’s the present.
As usual, he waited near the cave entrance, just waiting for something, hopefully more than a fleech, to stumble past. Hopefully soon, maybe even someone he could befriend…
If noone comes along soon, he decides, he's now hopefully strong enough to defend himself against many threats...at least, thats what he hopes.
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