Tśuķ
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Roleplay posts: 5
Age: 827
Appearance: Tśuķ is a Dīraá, a creature that a human would describe as the unholy mixture between an insect and a snake. Their lower half is a coiling tail remniscent of a snake with the banding of a centipede, while their upper half is a somewhat humanoid figure with the chitinous coating of an insect and two pairs of arms. The upper pair is larger, tipped by hands that are little more than the claws they bear. The lower pair is smaller, delicate, with dextrous hands more suited to fine and difficult tasks. Their flat head is marked by three ink black eyes, and a series of sensory pits that detect heat and sound. Fin-like appendages surround their head, and a series of mostly decorative fans can flare from around their neck and upper back. Two large insectoid wings sprout from their back, wide and rounded like a beetle's, marked at the ends by two large, dark spots. The vast majority of their chitin is an iridescent peacock green, but markings of red-orange and black can be seen when they flare their wings and fans. Altogether, they would perhaps be an intimidating creature, but their size somewhat softens that effect: Tśuķ stands at only one and a half feet tall, small even by Dīraá standards.
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One leather Dīraá-style sling bag, filled with scribe's tools, two week's emergency rations, a set of fine robes, a set of warm robes, a brass mirror, a lantern, lantern oil, blowdarts, a vial of their own poison, climbing hooks, a length of silk rope, and two handfuls of pure silver currency.
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Tśuķ is, quite literally, a born diplomat. In their most recent incarnation, they chose to metamorphize as a Ķáhšātù, a class of Dīraá that acts as an emissary for the swarm. They have spent 47 years in this incarnation, learning politesse and political maneuvering above all other arts. They are proficient at writing and speaking the many dialects of the Dīraá, though they find themselves frustrated by their lack of knowledge concerning the languages and cultures of other Mistborne refugees.
They have some small capacity form magic, though even their paltry talents have been greatly reduced by the Mist. As of now, Tśuķ is only capable of purifying small containers of water and casting preservation charms, and even then, they now require more ingredients and complicated rituals than they ever used to.
Their Emissary status means they are smaller and weaker than their counterparts, but every member of their swarm values hand-to-hand combat as a form of high art, and so Tśuķ is proficient in using their claws and fangs to fight. Their most deadly defense is their own natural venom, which they refine and use in their preferred weapon: blowdarts. The venom causes only sleep and mild paralysis, but it is enough to incapacitate a foe long enough for Tśuķ to finish the job or escape.
Tśuķ has plentiful experience surviving in desert wilderness, capable of surviving the heat and finding shelter and sustenance almost indefinately. Other climates, however, are more of a challenge. Cold climates are especially dangerous, as the cold blooded Dīraá cannot produce their own source of heat. Tśuķ is also, overall, quite fragile, with paper-thin wings and a thin, shimmering carapace. They do best amongst the other members of their swarm, both in terms of physical protection and their very sanity— emissaries can hold out longer than most, but all Dīraá ultimately need the companionship of other Dīraá, and will begin to go mad the longer they are kept seperate from their swarm.
Biography: --------------------------------------
Tśuķ-Þáhsúē-Ķáhšātù-Țóhśē, like all of their people, carries a whole resumé in their title alone. Among the Dīraá, Tśuķ's standard title is "The Nintieth incarnation of the one for whom 'Tśuķ' is shouted, honorable bearer-of-discussion for the swarm of Þáhsúē." Their own people would see it as a great offense to shorten it outside of dire circumstance— Tśuķ has since discovered that outsiders tend to barely manage their shout-name, nevermind their full title. But as a polite and generous diplomat, they've gracefully accepted that pretty much everyone they meet ends up calling them something like "Zook."
Tśuķ has the patience that only a nigh-immortal being can manage, and the friendliness of a creature who has never known a sentient being that does not strive for the good-of-all. Conversely, they are also quite violent: injury and death are mild inconviniences at most, to the Dīraá. Overall, Tśuķ is most definitely in for the culture shock of their life as they pursue their mission as the voice of their swarm.
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Allegiances: The Þáhsúē Swarm
Registered: Jul 22, 2021 21:51:52 GMT -5
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Post by Tśuķ on Jul 30, 2021 23:08:17 GMT -5
Hello! You can call me Magpie—it's the name I go by on most of the internet, including discord, where you can find me at magpie#1154 (I use they/them pronouns mostly, but if you wanna get fancy, bring out the xe/xir/xirs). I'm a biology major and a linguistics nerd, and an avid reader of wikipedia page rabbit holes. I really enjoy short stories and poetry, though novels the width of bricks are great too, don't get me wrong. I've been running around rp boards on the internet for nearly a decade now, and I have a lot of characters rattling around in my head. I'm a big fan of weird fantasy creatures and cultures, and that definitely shows in a lot of my characters. One day, I'll lock my friends in a room and force them to play DnD with me.
My first character on the site is Tśuķ, the one I'm posting with.
I look forward to writing with you all!
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