[font=verdana][size=85]NAME:: None
ALIAS(ES):: Myrtle
AGE:: 9 (Earth years)
SEX:: N/A
ORIENTATION:: N/A
RACE:: Formam
OTHER:: Myrtle, originally named in jest, is unique, even amongst it's own species. While most Formam show a grasp of learning that is off the charts, they can only learn what is already known. Myrtle is the only Formam to date which has shown signs of imagination, and therefore the ability to create ideas of it's own.
DIETARY:: Flexible
MATING:: Asexual reproduction. Variation within the species occurs through the constant changing of genetic material over the course of each individual's life.
AGING:: The first four years of life are spent growing to full size, which varies between one and a half metres - 2 metres. At this point age can only be defined when the organism is in it's true form, yet even then the signs are subtle to the untrained eye. Owing to the ease of adaptability, Formam have evolved to be able to outlive two or three generations of humans.
ANATOMY:: As shape-shifters, it took some time to discover the anatomy of the Formam. It is now known that the key to their ability to mimic is down to a bone structure which more closely resembles an intricate series of wires interlocking around organ systems than actual bones, coupled with tens of thousands of tiny muscles just beneath the skin.
In their true form they resemble chubby, charcoal bipeds. Roughly humanoid with particularly long arms, they are fairly useless in this state.
STATUS:: The Formam can be found within many societies. They are incredibly tactile and, as such, have uses in many fields. They are known for being docile and unagressive, making them non-existent in any military, but their excellent memory and ability to learn place them in high status within intellectual circles, while their ability to change shape has also led to them being used recently for entertainment purposes. They are not endangered but slow breeding habits mean they are not great in number.
PLANET(S):: Originally found on a planet designated only as Sigma 3 (Now re-named after the race it produced), the Formam remained undetected there for several years because the atmosphere was not thought to be able to support any life. The planet was barren, icy and Arsenic is heavy in the air still. But a probe happened across a group of Formam and it was not long before contact was made. Shortly thereafter, research discovered that the newly discovered species could adapt quite easily to other climates and atmospheres. They can now be found on a broad range of planets but favor cooler temperatures.
OTHER:: The Formam are highly intelligent, highly formidable for exploration and therefore highly prized in many roles. However they lack many things most races take for granted, especially many of the more complicated aspects of being self-aware. Ambition, imagination and bonding abilities are not found often and are always limited, except in the case of young Myrtle. The species are so far behind emotionally that they do not take names for themselves or pursue any goals out of desire. They work only because they are told to and seem to receive no personal reward for contributing to society. Many see them as simply a biological machine; beings ready and willing to be programmed.
LIKES:: Company of others, learning, imitating, loud noises, salty food, music and high states of emotion.
DISLIKES:: Dull moments, lack of scenery, conflict, mind-altering substances, things with two heads (Very difficult to imitate) and most other Formam.
NOTES:: Myrtle has not yet learnt to fear, new experiences are always exciting rather than nerve-racking, but he (Myrtle chose a gender based on the most comfortable forms) has seen fights and arguments and shies away from both.
INTRO:: Myrtle sat staring at a cup on the table. Really staring, concentrating hard. It was difficult for most to understand but inanimate objects were impossible to imitate with any degree of accuracy. Living, breathing things were easier because life was something that could be captured in many ways; through art and literature, music and poetry, things his people didn't understand. Shape changing depended on feelings more than skill. Inanimate objects rarely, if ever, had feelings. And so he stared. Yes, he. The only Formam with a gender. He chose it himself, finding males generally more comfortable than females. Except for those dangly bits that often accompanied. He tended to leave them unformed when shifting.
It had not been long since he'd been picked up on the voyage for Terra and he had yet to meet another person traveling, though he longed to so desperately. Meeting new people was a passion. New forms to adopt, new voices to master, new personalities to learn from. He wanted to find out everything about them; why they were going to Terra and what they would do when there, where they had come from and why they had left, what their homeworld was like and how far away it was. Family, friends, enemies, native dishes, religion, culture, it was all information and it was there to be learned. Myrtle himself was bound for Terra for no purpose more than to spend time in the company of humans, to soak up their influence. Humans were regarded as a most imaginative and intuitive species and picking up such qualities would help him to make discoveries and ideas of his own. With such a powerful mind and a firm grasp of creating something new there was no limit to what he could achieve, and that was why he had been sent.
So far he had managed only to turn into a wobbling mass of grey in a corner of the room despite his best efforts and so he thought it was time to use his unique ability among the Formam to think of his own wants and needs, so he returned to his natural form and headed for the door. That was when he first noticed the ship shake and the warning lights flashed. At first it was a game and he mimicked the rumble of the engines and the blare of the siren but it soon became apparent that he was most certainly in danger. That was when Myrtle first experienced fear.