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Mimic
Alias | Mimi, Mickey [hates the second one and will tolerate the first]
Sex | Male
Gender | Male
Age | Unknown
Height : Weight | 5'6" [167 cm] : 22 lbs [10 kg]
Species | Avian Nightmare : Can slip into people's dreams and cause them great distress
Orientation | Gray-Aromantic Androsexual

Class | Rogue
Favorite Food | Green Tea w/Milk [Likes all teas, but prefers green]
Items
Journal : Scribbles down notes and small sketches constantly in many journals, keeps a stash of them somewhere
Clothes : A full outfit to wear, usually is against it because it's uncomfortable over his feathers. He's more likely to wear just the shorts
Blindfold : Worn during the day because bright lights are extremely painful to his eyes
Stats
TOUGHNESS: 5
STURDINESS: 1
CONFIDENCE: 2
INTUITION: 5
LUCK: 2

Personality
Curious | Mistrusting | Insensitive | Mercurial | Brooding | Committed

After becoming a sentient being, Mimic has a natural curiosity about the world around him. He asks many questions, even if he's not always expecting an answer. However, this does not mean he is naive, for he does have some basic knowledge. He's unwilling to take every answer at face value, especially if the person seems untrustworthy or teasing. Over time he has learned many things, but still seeks clarification on many others.

While aware of the emotions and reactions of those around him, he doesn't seem to let them affect him in any way. He shows no courtesy and doesn't expect any in return. He rarely outwardly shows his disdain with more than a frown or a furrowed brow, but it can come and go with no apparent warning. Stinging words and dark stares are usually what will alert a person to his sudden shift in mood. He doesn't try to drive others away, and when this is the case he may brood and silently follow them until they find it in themselves to forgive him, even if it requires an apology.

Once Mimic has taken a liking to someone, he will prefer their company over anyone else's. He doesn't easily forge relationships, so cutting them off is something he dislikes doing in fear of ending up alone. Solitude has never been much of a problem, but sometimes even he can grow lonely.

Likes
: Tea w/Milk
: Shiny Objects
: Being Carried
: Being Fed by Others
: Writing/Doodling in solitude
: Keeping his Hands Busy
: Dominating and Demanding Personalities

Dislikes
: Unnecessary Fighting
: Tea Without and Coffee
: Overcrowded Places
: Migraines caused by lights
: Going too Long Without Terror

Background
Born from a nightmare and given a life of his own, Mimic can only dimly recall the first moments of his existence. The forest was lurking with shadows, him among them, and though he should've been afraid, he was the one causing fear. He hunted and prowled; occasionally the world around him would shimmer and dim, and he had the feeling of losing himself. So rather than continue to chase the prey, he started to run in the opposite direction. Running away seemed to strengthen the world, and provide a false sense of security, but at the last moment he turned and swooped down on his prey, ending them and filling himself with a strength he never knew before. Of course, it was all a dream.

It was an accident, killing the human with their own terror, but Mimic didn't know what else he was supposed to do. When he'd become aware, he had only one purpose, to catch his prey. Because he'd succeeded, and the person didn't wake up before, he was given the ability to free himself from that single nightmare and go on the hunt for others. He learned quickly that a hulking, dripping mass of feathers and spines was not a normal sight and resorted to becoming small, unassuming birds that no one would suspect. Then he waited, waited, until they fell asleep and opened the doors to their minds. It wasn't easy, and the hunts weren't always successful before the prey would awaken, but now that he was a tangible being, he had time to explore the many targets that slept and dreamed.

Mimic's hunting brought him around the world, to new minds and new fears, things he used to learn and adapt, to grow stronger. Occasionally he ran into people that knew how to deal with the paranormal and was either warded or driven away. Once, an elderly person, he could not remember if they were man or woman, neither or both, caught him in the act of entering their companion's dreams. The person was skilled in ways of binding or destroying paranormal beings and managed to catch Mimic. It was a mercy that they only bound his wings and weakened him rather than killing him outright like he'd planned on doing to their loved one.

The restriction wasn't so bad, but it kept Mimic from feeding frivolously. Killing people required a full transformation before he could enter their dreams, and the wrappings kept him from doing so without great effort and pain. Entering dreams in any other form meant he could only feed on their terror enough to get by and this contented him. He continued to travel until he found himself in a place called Indieville, where things were odd, but beings like himself were more accepted than anywhere else. The place could be a home, even if only a temporary one.

Trivia
: His eyesight is fantastic in darkness, the darker it is the better, but light is like stabbing pain and he must cover his eyes to bear it.
-Even with the blindfold on, he can see with shadows. Rather than where light falls, he sees where shadows are.

: Despite being extremely light, he has more strength than would be expected and can resist being pulled along.

: The wraps around his arms make transforming very difficult and painful. In his true form they look torn and weakened, but as soon as he transforms back they return to normal.
- They're magically bound and can't be removed
- The magic in them can sometimes limit his arm's movements, causing them to be stiff and sore. This happens quite often

: He has three forms: Humanoid, Avian, and True. Only in his true form is he able to slip through the smallest cracks and holes, and he can become any type of bird in his avian form, though it's always black

: The combination of lightness and flexibility makes moving around very easy for him, including climbing and balancing

: He's very fond of physical contact and will do simple things such as playing with someone's fingers or lightly touching their arm when talking, but only if it's allowed

Roleplay Preference
Method of RP | Lit/Para : Notes, Discord | In-Depth Headcanons : Discord, Telegram
Starting the RP | I'm willing to start but not always
What are you not comfortable with? | I'm up to almost anything, just ask first if you're unsure
Shipping? | I don't like immediate shipping, I prefer development (this includes negative things such as angst)
Language | English

Description

Mimic
Alias | Mimi, Mickey [hates the second one and will tolerate the first]
Sex | Male
Gender | Male
Age | Unknown
Height : Weight | 5'6" [167 cm] : 22 lbs [10 kg]
Species | Avian Nightmare : Can slip into people's dreams and cause them great distress
Orientation | Gray-Aromantic Androsexual

Class | Rogue
Favorite Food | Green Tea w/Milk [Likes all teas, but prefers green]
Items
Journal : Scribbles down notes and small sketches constantly in many journals, keeps a stash of them somewhere
Clothes : A full outfit to wear, usually is against it because it's uncomfortable over his feathers. He's more likely to wear just the shorts
Blindfold : Worn during the day because bright lights are extremely painful to his eyes
Stats
TOUGHNESS: 5
STURDINESS: 1
CONFIDENCE: 2
INTUITION: 5
LUCK: 2

Personality
Curious | Mistrusting | Insensitive | Mercurial | Brooding | Committed

After becoming a sentient being, Mimic has a natural curiosity about the world around him. He asks many questions, even if he's not always expecting an answer. However, this does not mean he is naive, for he does have some basic knowledge. He's unwilling to take every answer at face value, especially if the person seems untrustworthy or teasing. Over time he has learned many things, but still seeks clarification on many others.

While aware of the emotions and reactions of those around him, he doesn't seem to let them affect him in any way. He shows no courtesy and doesn't expect any in return. He rarely outwardly shows his disdain with more than a frown or a furrowed brow, but it can come and go with no apparent warning. Stinging words and dark stares are usually what will alert a person to his sudden shift in mood. He doesn't try to drive others away, and when this is the case he may brood and silently follow them until they find it in themselves to forgive him, even if it requires an apology.

Once Mimic has taken a liking to someone, he will prefer their company over anyone else's. He doesn't easily forge relationships, so cutting them off is something he dislikes doing in fear of ending up alone. Solitude has never been much of a problem, but sometimes even he can grow lonely.

Likes
: Tea w/Milk
: Shiny Objects
: Being Carried
: Being Fed by Others
: Writing/Doodling in solitude
: Keeping his Hands Busy
: Dominating and Demanding Personalities

Dislikes
: Unnecessary Fighting
: Tea Without and Coffee
: Overcrowded Places
: Migraines caused by lights
: Going too Long Without Terror

Background
Born from a nightmare and given a life of his own, Mimic can only dimly recall the first moments of his existence. The forest was lurking with shadows, him among them, and though he should've been afraid, he was the one causing fear. He hunted and prowled; occasionally the world around him would shimmer and dim, and he had the feeling of losing himself. So rather than continue to chase the prey, he started to run in the opposite direction. Running away seemed to strengthen the world, and provide a false sense of security, but at the last moment he turned and swooped down on his prey, ending them and filling himself with a strength he never knew before. Of course, it was all a dream.

It was an accident, killing the human with their own terror, but Mimic didn't know what else he was supposed to do. When he'd become aware, he had only one purpose, to catch his prey. Because he'd succeeded, and the person didn't wake up before, he was given the ability to free himself from that single nightmare and go on the hunt for others. He learned quickly that a hulking, dripping mass of feathers and spines was not a normal sight and resorted to becoming small, unassuming birds that no one would suspect. Then he waited, waited, until they fell asleep and opened the doors to their minds. It wasn't easy, and the hunts weren't always successful before the prey would awaken, but now that he was a tangible being, he had time to explore the many targets that slept and dreamed.

Mimic's hunting brought him around the world, to new minds and new fears, things he used to learn and adapt, to grow stronger. Occasionally he ran into people that knew how to deal with the paranormal and was either warded or driven away. Once, an elderly person, he could not remember if they were man or woman, neither or both, caught him in the act of entering their companion's dreams. The person was skilled in ways of binding or destroying paranormal beings and managed to catch Mimic. It was a mercy that they only bound his wings and weakened him rather than killing him outright like he'd planned on doing to their loved one.

The restriction wasn't so bad, but it kept Mimic from feeding frivolously. Killing people required a full transformation before he could enter their dreams, and the wrappings kept him from doing so without great effort and pain. Entering dreams in any other form meant he could only feed on their terror enough to get by and this contented him. He continued to travel until he found himself in a place called Indieville, where things were odd, but beings like himself were more accepted than anywhere else. The place could be a home, even if only a temporary one.

Trivia
: His eyesight is fantastic in darkness, the darker it is the better, but light is like stabbing pain and he must cover his eyes to bear it.
-Even with the blindfold on, he can see with shadows. Rather than where light falls, he sees where shadows are.

: Despite being extremely light, he has more strength than would be expected and can resist being pulled along.

: The wraps around his arms make transforming very difficult and painful. In his true form they look torn and weakened, but as soon as he transforms back they return to normal.
- They're magically bound and can't be removed
- The magic in them can sometimes limit his arm's movements, causing them to be stiff and sore. This happens quite often

: He has three forms: Humanoid, Avian, and True. Only in his true form is he able to slip through the smallest cracks and holes, and he can become any type of bird in his avian form, though it's always black

: The combination of lightness and flexibility makes moving around very easy for him, including climbing and balancing

: He's very fond of physical contact and will do simple things such as playing with someone's fingers or lightly touching their arm when talking, but only if it's allowed

Roleplay Preference
Method of RP | Lit/Para : Notes, Discord | In-Depth Headcanons : Discord, Telegram
Starting the RP | I'm willing to start but not always
What are you not comfortable with? | I'm up to almost anything, just ask first if you're unsure
Shipping? | I don't like immediate shipping, I prefer development (this includes negative things such as angst)
Language | English