[-roadkill-69-]

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Username + User ID: -roadkill-69-
Link to MYO Claim: aaa
Prompt Response: much to her family’s dismay, Ollie decided she wanted to be a barbarian.
Word Count: 13 lmao

[rabidcoyote]

Class
Username + User ID: rabidcoyote +1004749
Link to MYO Claim: 🔪
Prompt Response: Nevaeh would be a cleric that's honestly not very good at their job. I mean, a healing class infected with a parasite? Really? Maybe they would've been less of a issue if they didn't have three different alignments, the host being chaotic neutral, Lleh lawful good and would rather play as a paladin... wait, why is there another? Did you just adopt a new parasite overnight? Where did you-- actually, I don't even want to know where you've been sticking your nose. What are you saying, the new parasite's name is Yrotagrup? They don't... seem very happy with this. I'm sorry little one, you've picked a terrible host.
Word Count: 108

[Zentropy]

Class
Username + User ID: Zentropy + 75749
Link to MYO Claim: Here~
Prompt Response:

Maika ponders the question, amused by the seemingly benign yet complex nature of it. They have heard of a game that uses a system like that, and while they would love to play it, they never considered applying its logic to reality. Maika’s left shoulder begins to itch and as it spreads down to their claws, they absent mindedly scratch it with their other paw, their mind occupied with the question at hand.
After a moment’s thought, they respond, “I’ll need to do a little research first, but out of what I do know, I think I’d be an artificer. I’ve drawn a few sigils in my youth, and I’ve charmed my cookware to stir itself. I’m not very good at it yet, but that will all change once I get some time to myself and practice.”
Maika pulls out a piece of paper and a pen, making a simple sketch of an eye before remembering that others are around and quickly hides it away. Looking around sheepishly and narrowing their eyes at anyone who hazards a glance their way.

Word Count: 180

[Beezhivez]

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Username + User ID: Beezhivez + 1048050
Link to MYO Claim: Bonk
Prompt Response: Below!
Word Count: 80

What is your Chicoon's class? Fervour would probably be a druid/rogue multiclass! They'd love to change their forms and use their tricks to be as chaotic as possible!

What made them choose this class? The sneakiness of a rogue and the ability to use magic as a druid! They'd use their magic to their advantage to confuse their enemy and use their sneakiness to hide, and maybe pickpocket a little!

Are they particularly skilled in their class, or are they still learning? They're still learning! They easily get distracted so they wouldn't be as practiced with their skills yet, but they'd try!

[FatalCollapse]

Class
Username + User ID: FatalCollapse + 852442
Link to MYO Claim: Link
Prompt Response:
Blood Hunter with a Rouge subclass
Before being exciled by his village and Envy ultimately attaching itself to him, Leviathan was a Ranger. Life in the village was never easy, even before being shunned by the faces that once seemed familiar to him. He helped explore new areas, replenish supplies and even fight off the occasional bandit that would try to steal from the village's supplies. The latter now holding the most irony as after being banished from the village, once Envy inffected him, he had become the bandit he once despised.

After his exile he quickly took to the ways of a Rouge. He stole only what he needed to survive and only when he needed it most. But of course, Envy, fitting the meaning of the name that was bestowed upon it by the ex-villagers, stole things without Leviathan's knowledge despite being quite literally attached to the host. Envy stole simply because others had more then what it had and the creature grew jealous to the point all it could think about was the life it //could// have. It started with simple foods such as bread and apples to lavish deserts, gulping them down in one quick greedy bite. Soon after it started to steal a few extra gold coins laying about the places Leviathan would sneakily break into.

Then one day the parasite spit up a beautiful diamond necklace it had stolen. "Where did you get that!" Leviathan scowled at the creature on his body. "Why, I stole it from that old shack last night" Envy smiled showing off his toothy maw. "Aren't Rouges supposed to be aware of their surroundings?" The creature questioned "Because you sure have no clue of the other things I've taken behind your back". Leviathan couldn't believe what he was hearing. He quickly snatched back the diamond necklace from the parasite and raced back to the old shack he was at during his previous round of "borrowing" supplies. He slowly entered the building, it was pitch black. He walked in and that was his biggest mistake. In the blink of an eye a net wrapped around his body and hung him up in the air. He was trapped. He tried to claw and bite his way out of the rope but almost as quickly as he was trapped the lights of the building turned on. Four chicoons strolled out from behind a wall of crates, looking up at the chicoon hanging in the net. As they approached, Leviathan quickly threw the dimond necklace screaming how he didn't steal the necklace, it was the parasite attached to his body and begged to let him go and that he would never show his face back here again if they were to do so. The four chicoons examined Levi and took pity on him. They explained they were Blood Hunters and gave him an offer. He can either join their group and become a fellow Blood Hunter or leave this city and if he were to return he'd be tracked down.

Levi excepted their offer and decided to become a Blood Hunter. He is still learning every day about the class but hopefully some of the skills he learned while being a Rouge will help him. He quickly became friends with the other chicoons in his group and Envy is happy to have a more "lavish" life style.

Word Count: 563

[woofer-moosh]

Class
Username + User ID: woofer-moosh + 283946
Link to MYO Claim: Blap
Prompt Response:
Motley is a fighter-cleric. Generic, of course. Much like the rest of him. But he’s a skilled fighter and a beginning cleric. The two classes together are a force to be reckoned with.
He chose fighter because he’s very hot-headed and not exactly friendly to be around. But he enjoys the occasional tavern brawl and fighting next to his party. His stats make him the tank of the group, or one of them if there's a barbarian. Regardless he enjoys what he does and enjoys fighting alongside his companions.

Why a fighter you ask? Because every party is always hiring.. I wonder why that is.. Anyway, being a fighter is the easiest way to get a job! Sure you need to be healed, whatever, but fighting? What good is a dagger going to do against a slime? Nothing, that's what. You wanna know what takes care of a slime? A Warhammer. Most elementals actually.

And why a cleric alongside a fighter? Because the stats line up very well, not only do you get to ask the divine for inspiration but you can heal your companions if your squishy healer somehow gets in the beast's way. Whatever the reason, no one expects the brute to know some healing spells that return you from zero to barely alive. But when you’re barely alive, who else would carry you to safety? The rogue? Yeah, after they take your wallet.

Word Count:237

[case]

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Username + User ID: case // 108699
Link to MYO Claim: xxx
Prompt Response: Scout’s class would be a wizard! Scout has always been fascinated and enthralled with spells and magic. She could not imagine picking up a sword and dueling an opponent. As opposed to getting her hands dirty, Scout would rather spell-cast from a distance. Scout loves to read, so she figured she might as well choose the wizard option since wizards have to do a lot of reading, studying, and memorizing! She is a bit clumsy, so sometimes her spells do not turn out how she intended. However, she is just in the beginner stages, and has realistic expectations as to her current abilities.
Word count: 103 words

[Loxosceles]

Class
Username + User ID: Loxosceles 944066
Link to MYO Claim: here !
Prompt Response:

Fibbles is a bard in training. Fibbles initially wasn’t at all interested in going into any sort of magical training to be completely honest, they were perfectly content with their average life working on their family’s berry farm. Things changed when Fibbles contracted their parasite.

He always enjoyed singing while he worked, apparently his parasite did as well. The many mouths now sprouting from Fibbles’ neck would join him in harmony, making Fibbles a one-chicoon choir. The local Bard Troupe was quick to recruit him to make good use of this incredible talent.

Fibbles is still unsure about the troupe’s promises of power, but he doesn’t want to disappoint his family. They all want him to succeed… it puts on a bit of pressure!

Word Count: 124

[PrincessAlexis]

Class
Username + User ID: PrincessAlexis #19227
Link to MYO Claim: <3
Prompt Response:

Borgata has never played a role-playing game before yet, after all his life is just beginning! However he has heard talk of them and he believes that his Class would probably be Ranger. He honestly wishes that he were a bit of a wizard, but hasn't discovered any amazing or supernatural powers yet, not even the ability to make a simple healing potion! He has tried to make things as simple as a cup of tea, but it turned out tasting awful so he believes that he would probably have something go wrong if he were to try any spells. What if he disappeared himself, or harmed his parasite? It just doesn't seem that would be worth it to him, so he continues with his natural explorer tendencies and for now he is forgetting any hint of magic, although that is not to say that he won't return to it later, once he knows a bit more about this world and all the mysteries that it holds.

When he takes an honest inventory of himself, he definitely sees himself as a survivor, after all he has a parasite and so he's eating for two, adventuring for two, and basically caring for his little buddy like a mother would for her youngling. He is so big on exploring, he even wants to try out the weird maze he's heard rumors of, although he would need to do a bit more preparation in order to be able to do any such thing. The parasite reminds him that there are dangers in there, and it doesn't want to go. Borgata is pretty attached to Them and doesn't want them to leave, so he may skip out on that exploration. Though he does begin every day with the simple query, "Hey Them, would you like to go on an adventure?" To which Them responds, "My name is Me and if you have got a problem with that then you really need to think up a proper name for me, a name like yours..." This is a circular conversation that always results in the parasite declining maze invitations, though someday he may change his mind and be up for a bit of danger, if everything goes according to plan that is!

The one aspect of being a Ranger that Borgata still needs to work on are his tracking skills, because he gets so excited and caught up in all the adventuring that he doesn't really focus on any one thing to the exception of all others, he treats life more like an all-you-can-eat buffet, with him going after every pretty shiny thing he sees, and even the spooky ones. After all, he is going to a graveyard on the Hay Ride!

His goal is to someday become a Beast Master, among the most highest honors of any ranger. Beast Masters are great with animals, who may do their bidding, and that's how Borgata feels about his parasite, almost as though it is a kind of pet that he tends to, and he would love to have another companion as well, or perhaps even several if he found himself with the ability to manage all of them! However he doesn't really want any more parasites, he feels that having one being share his thoughts becomes a bit crowded at times, particularly when they don't agree with one another. He doesn't want to be outnumbered in his own skin!
Word Count: 572

[emblo]

Class
Username + User ID: emblo #275115
Link to MYO Claim: here
Prompt Response: doubt is a travelling merchant, focused on rare herbs and other natural remedies. they'll sell in markets, make special deliveries, or even teach someone how to grow their own. they don't make very much, often exchanging their goods for a nice meal or warm bed instead of any form of currency, but they are very knowledgable. it's rare for them to come aceoss a plant that their unfamiliar with. sometimes, when they are forgetful or make a snall mistake, sprout (their parasite) will offer corrections. it has also been teaching them of the strange plants in the maze, especially the ones that must be avoided.
Word Count: 105