Wit, the Wandering Seedling
Nov 27, 2022 18:50:53 GMT -5
Post by Wit on Nov 27, 2022 18:50:53 GMT -5
Wit, the Wandering Seedling
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Gender: None (masculine, he/him)
Age: 4-5 months (approx.)
Race: Awakened Root
Race: Awakened Root
Nationality: Moonglade - Lantern Light Wood
Appearance
At first glance, Wit could easily be mistaken for a simple plant-- until he starts moving, that is. Appearing as a small, gnarled root, Wit is a diminutive plant creature with a twisting vine atop his head. He stands roughly 2'3'' tall, with a chubby, roly-poly body and short, stubby arms and legs. His surface is smooth and cool to the touch, slightly ridged where his body twists around itself, with a scattering of soft petal-like leaves on his face and head. Wit is a light greenish yellow in colour, fading into a vibrant turquoise at the extremities. His leaves are a similar turquoise colour, glowing faintly at the tips, along with the dim glow that seems to emanate from where parts of his form entwine. His large eyes are a glassy inky black, and the inside of his jagged, smiley maw is a bright reddish pink, not unlike a flytrap.
Wit wears a motley garb of salvaged clothing and leaves, haphazardly cobbled together from whatever he manages to find as he totters around the outskirts of humanoid settlements. He likes to adorn himself with curious baubles and trinkets, in addition to painting his face with any sort of colourful substance he can get his little hands on, such as mud or mashed flower petals. This often leads to him leaving a trail of smudged hand prints wherever he goes.
Wit wears a motley garb of salvaged clothing and leaves, haphazardly cobbled together from whatever he manages to find as he totters around the outskirts of humanoid settlements. He likes to adorn himself with curious baubles and trinkets, in addition to painting his face with any sort of colourful substance he can get his little hands on, such as mud or mashed flower petals. This often leads to him leaving a trail of smudged hand prints wherever he goes.
Personality
Wit is a curious, starry eyed creature, full of wonder for the world around him and a propensity for mischief.
This little plant delights in the simple joys of life; whether it be food or song or the various sights that nature has to offer, he approaches them all with the same level of unabashed enthusiasm. He's physically affectionate and will frequently ask those he likes for 'uppies', or just try to climb them like a tree if their attention is elsewhere. He becomes sleepy in areas with especially hot or cold weather, while a cool rain makes him energetic. Loud noises frighten him, and he will try to curl up into a tight, chirpy ball when he's particularly scared.
The concept of personal property is new to Wit. He has sticky fingers and is drawn to shiny objects and colourful baubles, not unlike a magpie. His idea of value is skewed towards a mixture of sentimentality and visual appeal, though he's just as likely to pick up an old stick as he is to try to nick a glittery trinket.
Being as young as he is, he lacks a level of world savviness that would keep him out of trouble. As such, he's apt to blithely wander into potentially dangerous situations without realizing. When combined with his bottomless well of curiosity, Wit finds himself in all manner of sticky, tricky happenstances, often escaping them through the same convoluted shenanigans and blind, dumb luck that landed him in the situation in the first place. This isn't to say that Wit is unintelligent, however-- despite leading him into trouble, his tenacity and inquisitiveness have lent themselves well to learning new skills. His wanderlust and hunger for knowledge make him a fast learner and dedicated student.
Unfortunately, this has yet to translate into learning not to put inedible things in his mouth.
This little plant delights in the simple joys of life; whether it be food or song or the various sights that nature has to offer, he approaches them all with the same level of unabashed enthusiasm. He's physically affectionate and will frequently ask those he likes for 'uppies', or just try to climb them like a tree if their attention is elsewhere. He becomes sleepy in areas with especially hot or cold weather, while a cool rain makes him energetic. Loud noises frighten him, and he will try to curl up into a tight, chirpy ball when he's particularly scared.
The concept of personal property is new to Wit. He has sticky fingers and is drawn to shiny objects and colourful baubles, not unlike a magpie. His idea of value is skewed towards a mixture of sentimentality and visual appeal, though he's just as likely to pick up an old stick as he is to try to nick a glittery trinket.
Being as young as he is, he lacks a level of world savviness that would keep him out of trouble. As such, he's apt to blithely wander into potentially dangerous situations without realizing. When combined with his bottomless well of curiosity, Wit finds himself in all manner of sticky, tricky happenstances, often escaping them through the same convoluted shenanigans and blind, dumb luck that landed him in the situation in the first place. This isn't to say that Wit is unintelligent, however-- despite leading him into trouble, his tenacity and inquisitiveness have lent themselves well to learning new skills. His wanderlust and hunger for knowledge make him a fast learner and dedicated student.
Unfortunately, this has yet to translate into learning not to put inedible things in his mouth.
Wit approaches other people much in the same way that he approaches the world, with bright eyed inquisitiveness and unwavering delight. He tends to be trusting of others, particularly anyone patient enough to entertain his unending questions, or even just allowing him to toddle after them on their own adventures. Despite being quick to trust, once someone has proven themself to be unkind, it becomes nearly impossible to win him back over.
Although his experience with people is limited, Wit has a deeply empathetic heart. He quickly becomes distressed seeing others in pain, be it physical or emotional, and will go out of his way to try to soothe them. This goes doubly for plant life, it seems-- it's not unusual for him to cry for a flower that's been trodden over, and he's likely to attack anyone that he sees deliberately harming people or plants alike.
Although his experience with people is limited, Wit has a deeply empathetic heart. He quickly becomes distressed seeing others in pain, be it physical or emotional, and will go out of his way to try to soothe them. This goes doubly for plant life, it seems-- it's not unusual for him to cry for a flower that's been trodden over, and he's likely to attack anyone that he sees deliberately harming people or plants alike.
History
Wit was born deep within the Lantern Light Wood under the hushed light of the early summer moon, nestled amidst the flowers growing beneath a copse of gnarled, luminous trees. Whatever arcane force served to give him life, be it a spilt alchemical concoction or wayward surge of wild magic, is a mystery that he either isn't concerned with or has yet to comprehend. He knows of no family to call his own, no guiding figure to watch over his foray into sentience, nor any familiar beings like himself to speak of.
His first sight of the world beyond the leafy canopy that sheltered his awakening was the glint of distant stars, glittering against the inky blue-black of the night sky. He was instantly enraptured by the view of the starry expanse, reaching up in the hopes of touching even one of the twinkling lights above him.
So began the little root's wandering, fuelled by an insatiable curiosity and desire to find a way to the stars. Despite his lonely beginning, Wit was quickly drawn out into the world, beyond the soft glow of his birthplace and into the great wide somewhere, chasing dreams of the cosmos like fireflies.
His first sight of the world beyond the leafy canopy that sheltered his awakening was the glint of distant stars, glittering against the inky blue-black of the night sky. He was instantly enraptured by the view of the starry expanse, reaching up in the hopes of touching even one of the twinkling lights above him.
So began the little root's wandering, fuelled by an insatiable curiosity and desire to find a way to the stars. Despite his lonely beginning, Wit was quickly drawn out into the world, beyond the soft glow of his birthplace and into the great wide somewhere, chasing dreams of the cosmos like fireflies.