Fungi of Short Stature
Called/Nickname:
Fugi
Age:
23
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Straight
Race:
Tribolovon | Secre
Born on:
Plumiix
Resides in:
Plumiix | Secre Dynasty
Body Build:
Chubby and very short stature
Role/Occupation:
N/A
Demeanor:
Very sweet & lovely, but very skittish towards darker skinned tribolovons.
Likes:
Food,
Naps,
Not being hunted,
His family
Dislikes:
Dark Colored Tribolovons,
Loud Noises,
Being in the sun for too long,
Being bullied,
6 Main Personality traits:
Skittish, he’s very jumpy in nature due to his traumatic past.,
Lazy, Fugi will prefer going the easier route to thing rather than choose the harder route.,
Loving, He’s an extremely loving little man he loves nothing more than to love his family with every bone in his body.,
Loyal, He’s an extremely loyal companion to his mate and friends, he always makes sure their needs are met before his own.,
Curious, Fugi is very curious but cautious in nature he loves to learn and discover new things but his past trauma makes it more difficult at times.,
Passionate, He’s a very passionate little tribolovon and won’t let anything come in between him and his passions without a fight.
PAST
Fugi’s life is anything but peaceful, Zohara Fugi’s mother was a banished albino Tribo that lived on the outskirts of one of the Tribo clans. She lived there peacefully for many years as she always kept her location of her home a secret. One day she had became pregnant and laid an egg shortly after, this would be a problem if the little one was albino like her as it would never live a normal life. She prepared the hut for the arrival of her little one, as the hatching day was soon to come. When the day came she anxiously sat by the egg waiting for her little one to hatch… but nothing happened. She began to worry that the little one didn’t make it, but late that night the egg began to wiggle. She instantly got up and rushed over towards the egg to welcome the young one into the world. It took the little one several hours to finally fight his way out of the egg, but he finally made it exhausted and weak but alive. She was filled with joy and fear all at once, as the little one was indeed born albino… but also much, much, MUCH smaller than any hatchling she’s ever seen… it was also scale-less. She knew she’d have to keep him a secret as she knew the clan would instantly kill him if they knew of his existence. She Looked down at the defenseless hatchling and named him Fugi, she nurtured the little one every second of every day giving him all the love and attention he needed. After a few years had passed he was now strong enough to run around and play like a somewhat normal child, she was thrilled to see this as it meant she was raising him well… but this also scared her as now he was old enough to run and play like the other children. This meant he’d want to explore more and would want to play with others. Which is exactly what happened… she had left Fugi at home so she could go hunting and resupply their food. This was a grave mistake as little Fugi being bored and alone, snuck out of their home and scampered off towards the noise of the clan. He was so excited as he’d never seen other Tribos before, he entered the clan at first everything was fine as he was honestly too small to see. Fugi caught his eyes on another young Tribo it out sized him by a lot but he didn’t mind, the other young Tribo was very confused but being a young child wasn’t going to turn down a playmate. The two play for a short period of time before it’s mother realizes what is happening she yanked away her child in disgust she then yelled for clan members to come. They rush over towering over Fugi, he cowers in a little ball before bolting towards home. The clan grabs their weapons and follows him towards his home. Fugi screams for his mother terrified of what’s happening, his mother catches wind of his screams, her heart drops as she drops everything and bolts home. This is where she is met with many Tribos surrounding her hut with it on fire, she pushes past the angry mob and goes inside the flames to find Fugi. He was huddled in a corner avoiding the flames she quickly picked him up and set him in a small escape tunnel she had made him shortly after he was born. Tears in her eyes she handed him her special scarf and yelled “Run Fugi, run to the Fallen Roots!” He turned around to run when he heard a commotion behind him. It was his mother she was being attack by the clan… he could only watch in horror, they were tearing her apart alive… her blood began flowing towards his feet… then drenched his feet in her blood. The smoke and fire then became too much for the attackers so they quickly left leaving her to burn live… as the smoke was becoming too unbearable for him he finally sprinted away as fast as he could. He quickly learned the ways of the swamp and found a low, bearing hollow that he then dug a deep borrow within and slept there for the night.
PRESENT
Many years have passed and Fugi was nearing adulthood and he had yet to find the mysterious Fallen Roots… was it truly just a myth? He was exhausted from all the traveling so he and Leo decided to rest in a near by cave, unfortunately the cave was occupied and he was attacked. He quickly ran out and got a bit aways before clasping to the ground exhausted and in pain… when he begins to awaken he was now on the back of another Tribolovon, he freaks out and falls off. Fugi quickly backs away before backing into another Tribolovon… he was surrounded. As he looked around he noticed that they were all similar in color as him, they looked at him confused and concerned. Fugi began calming down as they didn’t seem to want to cause harm to him, they then ask “Would you like to be carried once more? You seem hurt.” He nodded his head yes, as he was in a lot of pain, and it hurt to walk. The stranger Tribolovon then heaved him onto his back and began to walk…