Wanderers [1x1] Miso and Hitch

ZER∅-H1TCH



- Enderman Glitch -

Basic Color: Matte Black/Dark Grey
Eyes: Red (Right) and Blue (Left) - Glitched.
Accessories: Gold Bow Tie and Broad, Pointed Antlers
Voice: Deep, echoed, meticulous. He speaks very little.  

Other: Glitch effect on his long arms and legs, opposite coloration of his eyes.
His antlers have gold cracks, stemming at the tips of each branch. 


O T H E R F A C T S

Long and lanky. Tall enough to look down on all, if not most others.
Cryptic.
Drawn into lights like a cat.
Teleportation powers, and uses them to collect flowers and distribute them across the world.
Backstory Blips
He is unaware of this backstory
Hitch began as an overthrown God, and now has become something else entirely by being in a physical form.
His lifespan is unknown, even to him. Most of what Hitch understands about the world is a mystery.
Town Relations
[legend]
There are ancient stories about a cryptic being carrying off children or lost souls - Hitch of course never took any part
But he has been occasionally spotted every century and has been blamed for the disappearances.
Inner Workings
Was created as a Nether Enderman after his betrayal.
Lights subconsciously remind him of the Nether biome he would have lived in, if his form hadn't glitched.
There, rounds lights are distributed across the land and air.
He is not aware of this though.
If he knew this information though, it would still change nothing about him.

Miso Magic



~ Hummingbird Fairy ~

Hair Color: Reddish Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Skin Color: Olive
Voice: Sweet, Kind, and Jubilant  

Other: Feathered ears that gradient from green to a teal blue.
Hummingbird wings that gradient from green to a teal blue, followed by warm gray. 


O T H E R F A C T S

Short and petite. Small enough to look up at all, if not most others.
Hermit.
Has a sweet tooth.
Shrinking powers, which she uses to become the size of an actual hummingbird so she can fly at her fastest.
Backstory
Doesn't like to dwell on it
Was once part of a small village community, but left because she knew she didn't belong there.
Prefers to live on her own, as her on mind, forest, and storybooks are prefect company.
Fun Facts
Her feathered ears reflect her mood.
If they flutter it means she's happy or excited, but if they're drooping it means she's upset.
Can see ultraviolet light, meaning the world appears more colorful for her.
Due to this she has a fascination/appreciation for colors.

ZER∅-H1TCH
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Stretching a hand down at the meadow below his feet, Hitch watched the blades of grass roll over his fingers, the long, black slender joints catching on the edges. He strode over fields, as he did, to observe the world and all it curiosities, then stopped. His eyes caught a single flower blossomed at the center of the field, something his attention had missed...this flower looked different, white, with budding small flowers on a branching stalk. Hitch cocked his head.
He took a few steps toward it, then knelt down, his long hands stretched behind the flower's soft stem. It was beautiful, new, one of the curiosities he liked. He drew his finger and thumb at its base, plucking it from the ground, and he pulled himself back to a stand. His eyes honed on the cute flower as it bobbed in his hand. He took to it gently, staring down at it for a moment or two while the sun peeked behind his overarching antlers. His eyes studied its shape in silent reverence. Yes, he would keep this one.
Holding the flower in his hand, Hitch pulled his eyes back to the field and walked. Red and blue sparked, then juttered into fractured light as he teleported out of this land, and into another.

Miso Magic
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Green and teal feathers fluttered gently on either side of Miso's head as she breathed in the fresh forest air. A pleasant breeze wove through her wings as she sat next to a small river. A content smile on her face as she watched a group of fish slide through the river's current. Their scales catching the sunlight in a way that made them sparkle, highlighting the wonderful colors they bore. Humming quietly, Miso looked back down at the leather bound book in her lap. A fresh page stared back at her.
Picking up the quill, Miso careful dipped it in the ink bottle set next to her on the grass. She glanced up at the fish in the river once more before setting to work. Black lines flowed from the quill's tip as it was pulled across the page's surface. After several strokes, the lines began to take on the form of one of the river's fish. Wiping the quill clean of black ink, Miso set it down before reaching for the pile of sweet berries on her other side. Taking two between her left thumb and forefingers she squished them until the pinkish red juice trickled onto her palm. With her right hand she dipped two fingers into the liquid before placing them on the fish's form to smear it's color across the scales she had outlined. Once she had covered her drawing with the pinkish red hues, she wiped her hands clean, and leaned back to look at her picture. Humming again, she looked up at the fish, but they had swam further upstream. A small sigh escaped Miso's mouth as her eyes drifted up towards the sky to let her imagination shape the clouds.    

ZER∅-H1TCH
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Hitch arrived in woods, an area far from the one he was just moments ago. The trees stretched up far past his own height, shielding most of the land from his eyes as he scanned over the scenery; white bark dappled in black spots, small leaves in the shape of teardrops that flittered in the wind. He still had the flower in his hand, and he turned to saunter through the forest, his tall, slender form peeking between the trees.
There was a reverence to this place, separated from the towns and villages, from the people and their talking. He always found it in nature. Hitch continued to wander, perhaps for hours even, when he came upon a brooke that trickled on the floor far below him. The water lapped at the grass edge, catching his eye. He wondered where it lead to, perhaps a pond, or a river, or maybe it would fade entirely, but he was content if so. Hitch's eyes remained low as he followed it, slowly, carefully. He saw how the stream changed, grew, and winded around a meadow.

Miso Magic
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Chocolate brown eyes blinked slowly as awareness returned to Miso. She was laying on the grass of the riverbank, eyes still peering into the sky. The clouds had long since been swept away by the breeze, leaving an empty sky to be filled with the dying light of the sun. One might have mistaken her state as sleeping, but she had not caught a wink. Her mind had merely wandered into a world no one else could ever see or understand.
Stretching her arms above her head, Miso hummed contently. As she sat up, she fluffed out her wings, flapping them through the air a few times to readjust her feathers. Gathering her supplies, Miso made to stand, but a movement out of the corner of her eye stopped her. Turning her head, she scanned the trees curiously. She expected to find one of the various woodland critters that called this forest home, but what she saw in-between the many tree trunks was unlike anything she's seen before.

ZER∅-H1TCH
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The grass crunched below his feet and Hitch continued to wander, when he heard a ruffle in the distance that caused him to pause an listen. It was not like the ruffling of leaves or grass but something different, he could tell, and he drew up his head to look. Gaze peering between the trees, the foliage, he beheld a person, a being, yes. There was someone there who had ruffled their wings, how curious she had wings...hummingbird wings which made the sound he heard. But he realized that she was staring right at him. She watched him, like he did her. Perhaps there was fear behind her expression, Hitch could not tell, but in their silence, he remained, still, and silent. He pulled his head up from his slouch, the bits of light streamed in between his branching antlers, reflecting the bits of gold at the tips, his figure appearing as tall as the trees he stood by.

Miso Magic
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Intrigued by this mysterious creature, Miso watched as he scanned the area. He seemed to have noticed her as his eyes turned to stare back at her, but Miso was fascinated with the heterochromatic colors that she saw. One was red, similar to that of a poppy's petals, while the other was more like a blue orchid's. They weren't quite the same though, something was different about the hues of this creature's eyes. As the figure raised his head up, Miso's fixation on his eyes broke as she realized how tall he truly was. Craning her neck, Miso was surprised to see his antlers mixing with the highest branches of the trees. Sunlight illuminated the golden leaves and reflected off the bits of gold covering his horns, creating a bright halo against his dark silhouette. The colors were beautiful.
Inspiration sparked her excitement causing her feathered ears to flutter. The desire to recreate the array of unique colors before her was strong, but she held off on grabbing her supplies. She didn't want to startle or offended the creature. Not everyone liked their picture to be drawn. Besides, she hadn't even introduced herself. "Hi there," Miso waved. "My name's Miso. I live close by, so it's nice to see a new face around here."