<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/gcjDU3q.jpg?1)<br/></div><strong>Name: </strong>Juro (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=342165.msg16182786#msg16182786)<br/><strong>Race/Class: </strong>Rabbit Elf/Druid<br/><strong>HP:</strong>21/21<strong>Armor:</strong>2<strong>XP:</strong>5/8<strong>Coin:</strong>50<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Action:</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">Strength: 13 [+1]  Constitution: 15 [+1]  Dexterity: 9 [+0]<br/>Intelligence: 8 [-1]  Wisdom: 17 [+2]  Charisma: 12 [+0]<br/><br/><strong>By Nature Sustained</strong><br/>You don’t need to eat or drink. If a move tells you to mark off a ration just ignore it.<br/><br/><strong>Spirit Tongue</strong><br/>The grunts, barks, chirps, and calls of the creatures of the wild are as language to you. You can understand any animal native to your land or akin to one whose essence you have studied.<br/><br/><strong>Shapeshifter</strong><br/>When you call upon the spirits to change your shape, roll+WIS. • On a 10+ hold 3. • On a 7–9 hold 2. • On a miss hold 1 in addition to whatever the GM says.<br/><br/>You may take on the physical form of any species whose essence you have studied or who lives in your land: you and your possessions meld into a perfect copy of the species’ form. You have any innate abilities and weaknesses of the form: claws, wings, gills, breathing water instead of air. You still use your normal stats but some moves may be harder to trigger—a housecat will find it hard to do battle with an ogre. The GM will also tell you one or more moves associated with your new form. Spend 1 hold to make that move. Once you’re out of hold, you return to your natural form. At any time, you may spend all your hold and revert to your natural form.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Animals</div><div class="spoiler_body">Blasted Wasteland: Honey badgers (bear-sized max); axe beaks; lions; dire wild dogs; zebra; blood hawks; spiders; <acronym title="Camouflage: spend 1 hold to shift your skin to match your surrounding environment. Gain +1 to any stealth-based moves while within that environment. Camouflage breaks when you enter an area with a significantly different coloration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extendo tongue: spend 1 hold to shoot out your tongue to grab a small creature/item from a distance.">chameleons</acronym>; death adders; and crocodiles<br/>Great Forest: deer, elk, bears, birds, small mammals, boar, monkeys, apes, reptiles, wolves, dire wolves, tree squid</div></div><br/><br/><strong>Studied Essence</strong><br/>When you spend time in contemplation of an animal spirit, you may add its species to those you can assume using shapeshifting.<br/><br/><strong>Formcrafter</strong><br/>When you shapeshift choose a stat: you take +1 ongoing to rolls using that stat while shifted. The GM will choose a stat, too: you take -1 ongoing to rolls using that stat while shifted.</div></div><br/><hr/><br/>He shivered a little her soothing waves of telepathy caressed his mind, easing him perhaps too much.<em> 'Both voices,'</em>he thought. He was confused by it himself, but spoken or not, her words were like a massage of honey oil against his nerves.<br/><br/>He listened, rapt, to her explanation of this phenomenon. He could get lost in this 'inner voice' of hers if he wasn't careful. In fact, he found himself surprised when she came up behind him. He'd all but forgotten to pay attention to the body attached to the mind melding with his. He took the offered draw, and when her surprisingly soft palms covered his mouth, he breathed the smoke out through his nostrils with a near silent chuckle that bounded free in his their shared minds. Then she grasped his ears in her second set of hands, and the combination of her gentle strokes and the stark reminder that she was four armed sent another buzz through him. Suddenly he wondered if the bee-like abdomen at her backside had any special use. And if it was as sensitive to stroking as his ears were.<br/><br/>She wanted his truth (and called him adorable in the process) and he found himself biting his lip. Though it would be released right alongside the very answers she sought. Answers he didn't consciously know how to share. But through instinct she--a perfect stranger and a Livelander at that--came to know him. He never thought he'd see the day.<br/><br/>He'd always strived to be honest. It was important in his culture to speak one's mind. But it was also important to speak only the things deemed worthy to be said. The things that would not shame or weaken you. Shame and weakness were death. And worse if one was to die childless.<br/><br/>Ha, he did die childless didn't he?<br/><br/><em>'Intimacy is dangerous,'</em>he thought, sighing directly against her palms. The heat of his breath tickled his nose and almost made him smile. No, it<em>did</em>make him smile.<em>'You are strange,'</em>he thought. It was no insult. And when she tilted his head to look into his eyes, he felt a spark of panic at the words to come, but her calm and her truth soothed it. She called him cute. Strong. Special. Words none had ever gifted him back home, not in earnestness and goodness. It nearly broke his heart.<br/><br/><em>'You are beautiful...Stranger.'</em>He only realized now that he didn't even know her name. This girl who knew him so painfully well.<em>'You see me. Now show me you.'</em>He searched her eyes for something of a response, but he knew instinctually he need only keep his mind open.