Mitch used to live on a planet where all those who lived there, were creatures of the sand. Creatures of the earth. Taking on humanoid forms, they survive by being able to feed on infinitesimal amounts of nutrients. Mostly utilizing energy from the sun to be able to exist, as well as rare metals in the earth, and air. He's from a race of beings that allow for survival in the worst of conditions. He is highly adaptable to many environments, but eventually fall into slumber to hibernate if he lack the rays of a sun or a source for vitamin d and cosmic radiation.
Looks like an 13 year old but is actually some 200 years old in his species. They are still consider him around that age however. He is barely mature according to his species.
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Mitch Agile
A kid displaced from home, in search of a place to settle and friends to make.
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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by EarthWanderer08
Description
So begins...
Mitch Agile's Story
Mitch became a little brighter at the response from Haz. With a need to learn came explorations and meant more adventures. Mitch thought about Haz's question for a minute. He looked inquisitively over at Ondona, before nodding at her.
"If you want, she could take us." Mitch said. Knowing that they could simply walk, or probably summon a vehicle.
"Or I guess I could summon a dark corridor."
"If you want, she could take us." Mitch said. Knowing that they could simply walk, or probably summon a vehicle.
"Or I guess I could summon a dark corridor."
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but not my heart
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What good is one, without the other?
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Mitch noticed a few more presences pop up randomly around the vast grassland of Genesis. This made him very excited. New pups...and one very OLD tiger. Hmm...Mitch could sense darkness in all of them except one. That one had an interesting quality.
So one whom was very old and seemed dangerous. One whom seemed lost and new, and another who was also new, but seemed not lost at all.
So very interesting.
Mitch looked at Haz, wondering if he was going to get on with his decision.
"If you dont want to go to the city, you can play with the other new arrivals. But I think miss goody no shoes here has a job to do, so it would be best to choose wisely."
So one whom was very old and seemed dangerous. One whom seemed lost and new, and another who was also new, but seemed not lost at all.
So very interesting.
Mitch looked at Haz, wondering if he was going to get on with his decision.
"If you dont want to go to the city, you can play with the other new arrivals. But I think miss goody no shoes here has a job to do, so it would be best to choose wisely."
Peter R. Sheffield moves his arms to part the tall wheat, and starts walking, trying to find sentience that he can question, or at least talk to.
Peter R. Sheffield draws a machete from an over-the shoulder sheathe and begins to cut his way through the grain, trying to get out.
Peter continues on his journey, cutting through the grain, stopping to check his compass if he's going the right direction every once in a while.
Whilst he could see anyone nearby, his ears were definitely picking up the sounds of movement in the distance. He gave his surroundings a thoughtful once over before looking over the to Mitch and Ondona. Lowering the volume of his voice, he answered the question.
"I think heading to the city will be worth it, and I would rather not run into any more problems out there in the grains. If you can point me in the right direction I'll get going, unless either of you want to come with me?"
Under his mask, Haz raised an eyebrow and shifted his stance, whilst he didn't quite trust these gods he at least knew they weren't looking to kill him on sight.
"I think heading to the city will be worth it, and I would rather not run into any more problems out there in the grains. If you can point me in the right direction I'll get going, unless either of you want to come with me?"
Under his mask, Haz raised an eyebrow and shifted his stance, whilst he didn't quite trust these gods he at least knew they weren't looking to kill him on sight.
"Great! I'll be right back then!"
Mitch decided he was done with feeling guilty, especially since the atmosphere of the whole place changed with the arrival of the new pups. It was time to greet at least one of them. Mitch didnt want to jump again, so he decided he would use the earth this time instead.
Mitch concentrated for a little bit, and the aura of sandy brown nature returned. It could be seen by even Haz. The aura suddenly collapsed in onto Mitch, and when it did, Mitch turned into sand that seemingly instantly dispersed in the wind.
The sand movement was a technique used for long distance travel. It was certainly something that Mitch needed alot of time to master as well. But once he did, he practically never used it. He just loved jumping around too much, or surprising people with a burial travelling technique.
Mitch would feel out the exact area of which Peter was cutting through the grass. He would appear directly behind him, silently materializing and pulling together the sand molecules to form his small stature of a boy once more. Mitch was prepared for a surprise attack from the fellow. But surely this little pup whom was lost, could join the merry group!
"Hello! I'm Mitch, and you are?"
Mitch decided he was done with feeling guilty, especially since the atmosphere of the whole place changed with the arrival of the new pups. It was time to greet at least one of them. Mitch didnt want to jump again, so he decided he would use the earth this time instead.
Mitch concentrated for a little bit, and the aura of sandy brown nature returned. It could be seen by even Haz. The aura suddenly collapsed in onto Mitch, and when it did, Mitch turned into sand that seemingly instantly dispersed in the wind.
The sand movement was a technique used for long distance travel. It was certainly something that Mitch needed alot of time to master as well. But once he did, he practically never used it. He just loved jumping around too much, or surprising people with a burial travelling technique.
Mitch would feel out the exact area of which Peter was cutting through the grass. He would appear directly behind him, silently materializing and pulling together the sand molecules to form his small stature of a boy once more. Mitch was prepared for a surprise attack from the fellow. But surely this little pup whom was lost, could join the merry group!
"Hello! I'm Mitch, and you are?"
Peter R. Sheffield turns around, sorta startled, and sheathes his machete, but flips open the strap on his holster. "I'm L-1707, or Peter." He says.
Mitch was amused at the calm reaction of the new pup. He decides to try and play it straight forward for a little. He put his hands behind his head, and began to sway side to side playfully. You could see the blue eyes of his glow a little as he become excited and intrigued. The skull helmet on his head would look like it's supposed to fall, but it wont. Even after all of the precarious swaying.
"You are lost correct? Would you like to join me and the other two nearby? We are soon heading somewhere that allows for a little more understanding of where you are." Mitch said.
"You are lost correct? Would you like to join me and the other two nearby? We are soon heading somewhere that allows for a little more understanding of where you are." Mitch said.
The Butcher of Wing City emerges from the tall grass, groaning and moaning in hectic confusion as he lumbers forward menacingly.
Mitch finished his sentence and felt another presence stirring around. This one was the darkest of all the ones whom arrived recently. Certainly someone that would end up being...problematic. Unless they are the type to overwrite their own nature for something less expected, and more interesting. But Mitch was usually not wrong about people's intent. Their aura always spoke loudest. This person was dangerous and Mitch could sense it from a distance.
He looked over in the direction of that presence, he couldn't see over the grass, but it was like he could see through it. Given that Mitch's sight is that of upper beings, this wasn't difficult to believe. Especially after the display from earlier.
Mitch decided to contact Ondona. He locked onto her aura and sent a mental message.
"There is a chance that we might run into trouble with that new arrival. Keep a...metaphorical eye out." he telepathically relayed to Ondona.
In the meanwhile, he turned his attention back to the pup he was standing in front of. It was weird that he had his holster open, but I suppose in a situation like this one...well, Its more than expected.
He looked over in the direction of that presence, he couldn't see over the grass, but it was like he could see through it. Given that Mitch's sight is that of upper beings, this wasn't difficult to believe. Especially after the display from earlier.
Mitch decided to contact Ondona. He locked onto her aura and sent a mental message.
"There is a chance that we might run into trouble with that new arrival. Keep a...metaphorical eye out." he telepathically relayed to Ondona.
In the meanwhile, he turned his attention back to the pup he was standing in front of. It was weird that he had his holster open, but I suppose in a situation like this one...well, Its more than expected.
Setting
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The Butcher left the scene and should not be tagged here, see post just above yours.
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This whole place seemed to be more livley than usual...From simply two people more and more people seemed to be coming to Genisis. The goddess gave a small smile, well they seemed to not be harming anyone...That was until she caught a n all too familiar smell. The smell of blood along with the presence of someone akin to a hunter...But one who hunted humans...How a being like that came here she would not know but as quickly as the presence arrived it vanished...At least from this area...
She simply nodded in response, no words was needed to be relayed after all.
She simply nodded in response, no words was needed to be relayed after all.
The soldier stares at the one who calls himself "Mitch," and begins to feel suspicious about this whole situation. How had the being come up behind him? He was the only one travelling this path. And while "Mitch" may seem nonthreatening, there was always a chance he was more dangerous than he seems. So L-1707 asks, not impolitely, "Who are you, where did you come from, and what do you need?"
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WHERE IM
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