Villagers

I still don't know if they eat normally, so it's a bit different than I envisioned at first, but still based off a character my friend made me for my bday. [I started making the sprite back when this thread appeared tho 8'D.]



Name: Mycota Mushelle Frog Chair Other Name For A Toadstool Let It Be Chemin Rockland (This is what happens when four people try to name the same character together... how about just Mycota for short?)
Gender: Female
Race: Fungi
Skill: Mushroom Chef. She can cook and bake and fashion all kinds of mushroom-based foods, or uh, food that doesn't normally have shrooms except she adds them in anyways and it still tastes like delicious, nostalgic home cooking!
Flaw: Food poisoning Her entire life is a lie. 8'D That warm and naïve, pixie-like, resident cook demeanor is a front, hiding a shocking dark side. That's right. Ever since she was just a little sprout, she's wanted to become an assassin. She experiments with extracting toxins from poisonous mushrooms and cooking them into appetizing but deadly dishes.

Backstory: Mycota's mom and dad were a young couple starting their life on a farm when the morbidly overweight village dog ate them. And her two brothers. She was just a tiny little sprout, and the villagers owning the fat dog took responsibility for the accident by adopting her. They raised Mycota with gentle loving-kindness and dedication rare in families. Only thing is, they were so full of love for all under their care that they kept the dog the whole time. She grew up terrified, that same dog that she witnessed eating her parents always fixing her with a hungry look... until one day, she snapped. In those big, beautiful picture books of mushrooms that her (human) adoptive parents had gotten her for her to 'better know her kind', some of the mushrooms were described as poisonous.

She started running around in the forest, the fear of the dog outmatching the fear of any lurking forest animals, and finally brought home shrooms to poison the dog. She couldn't have known that after a decade of eating pretty much any gross junk it could find, the dog had become essentially immune to all poisons and disease.

Her assassination.

Had failed.

She vowed to grow stronger. To surpass all mushroom assassins, and stand at the top of a pile of poisoned corpses one day. She will have HER REVEEENGE-!!!

*bows*

*curtains close*

XD...