Conrad

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Name: Conrad. He did not name himself, nor did his parents, obviously. A small elf lovingly dubbed him Conrad, which he responds too

Age: He doesn't really know, and he couldn't tell you anyways. A good guesstimation would be around 350 in human years

Gender: Conrad has no gender, but when looked at, everyone assumes him as Male

Race: Conrad is a Monstrous Humanoid Fungus. In other words, he's a Myconid

Alignment: He is neither good nor evil, I presume you would call him Neutral, but he rarely acts on his own decisions.

Height: Conrad stands at the height of 9 ft tall. The width of his head cap is roughly 7 or 8 ft. You can imagine it's hard for him to enter a building

Weight: Conrad weighs a good 750 or 800 lbs. If he don't want to go no where, he ain't going.

Physical Description: Think of a mushroom. Alright, now think of a 9 foot tall, 800 pound mushroom. Give it some legs, arms, and a pair of huge, pupil-less eyes and there you have Conrad. His body tone is a pale, earthy gray which turns to a yellow under his cap, the kind of yellow that can only remind you of rotting teeth. The top of his cap is a deep maroon which is dotted with white spots about the diameter of your open hand. his large eyes are located on his stalk, right above where his shoulders grow out. His eyes are as large as his spots and are a bright neon green which glow dimly in the dark. His arms are limberly and long, hanging to his knees when they hang down. On each hand he has two, thick, nubby fingers and one thumb. His legs get slightly wider as they go down, his feet ending in large stumps with two nubs that might resemble toes. Conrad has a strong, earthy smell, like he's been rolling around in very rich soil, which he just might have been doing. On his head, shoulders, and arms, he has a total of 5 small mushrooms growing on him, one on his head, one on each shoulder, and one on each arm. they don't seem to be bothering him and he doesn't even seem to know they're there, occasionally breaking them off on accident. don't worry, they grow back. On his back the name 'Conrad' has been carved it from a former companion.
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Abilities: Conrad, because of his size and weight, is quite strong, but he doesn't seem to know it. being a myconid, he has the ability to produce spores, which help him communicate with other myconids since he has no mouth. the spores, depending on the circumstances, can be harmful to humans. the effects range from sleep, poison, to hallucinating effects. This doesn't mean he dislikes humans, quite the contrary, but it just happens. Since he's a fungus, if a limb were to be chopped off, it'll take a few weeks but the limb will regrow.

Weaknesses: Conrad has a fear of fire and heat, just like most living things do. He tends to be wary of the pyros and arsonist of the world. The sun frightens him too but he doesn't see it on a regular basis since his cap provides 24/7 shade for him. He gets , alot, but he only eats decaying matter, from flesh to plant. He's on a constant look for a fallen tree or animal to feed upon. His intelligence is frighteningly low, his attention being taken from him by many things. It's hard for him to focus on simple tasks but with a lot of coaxing he can do it, though you might as well do it yourself, you'll get done quicker.

Personality: Conrad, as you can easily imagine, is a complete idiot. He's a rather kind creature, but he's completely obedient to who ever cares for him at the time being. He doesn't talk, for he has no mouth, but he does seem to make grunts, moans, groans, and a variety of other wordless noises. When encountered with something he fears, he grows violent and will do anything to get away from it.
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Bio:Conrad, along with all his other Myconid kin, was born, made, grown in a cave, a dark, deep, damp cave. Life for him was... well, boring, though he doesn't get the concept of fun. Everyday was the same, look for food, fight with each other or anything else that enters the cave. It went on for years like that, maybe even a century. Many times before have him and his Myconid buddies ran adventurers to the outside of the cave, but this time, the great light wasn't there. The outside was dark like the inside of the cave. The Myconids continued chase, breaking off into different directions. Soon, poor Conrad was alone. The groups influence was gone and so was the way back. He wandered for miles and miles until he met the bearer of his name. It was a young elven girl, small and unafraid. she came out ever day and talked to him, though he never understood most of it. She named him Conrad, carving his name into his back like one might do to a turtle on the bottom of their shell. Eventually, Conrad followed her when she left at night and was run off by the village she lived in. He wandered again, years went by, people came and went, some friendly, some not. Dim witted and slow, Conrad trudged on and on, walking and walk, eating and eating, and running and running when people appeared.
[I'm horrible at histories! ]

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