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[right][big][color=purple]M y x o m y c e t e[/color] [color=blue]P l a s m o d i u m[/color][/big][/right]
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[big][color=purple]M[/color][/big]yx is a slime. Her skin is slippery, slightly sticky, and shiny. Her perpetual dripping makes you wonder how she doesn't manage to slip with every other graceful step. She can exert a mild suction effect to prevent that, giving her a faint sloshing and smooching sound when she walks...almost like the sound of kissing or [sub]sex[/sub]. The suggestiveness doesn't stop there, for she detests wearing fabric clothing. Purely for practical purposes, of course. It'll just get wet, you know? She is capable of coating her skin in a slightly less wet layer of taut rubberlike material, but its skin tight form doesn't leave much to the imagination. Additionally, it's made of the same substance as her own body, so it's arguable if that counts at all. Nevertheless she adamantly insists it's not rude, and struts around anyway as is.

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[right][big][color=purple]B a c k[/color] [color=blue]s t o r y[/color][/big][/right]
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[big][color=purple]M[/color][/big]yx's story begins with an apothecary's young daughter, a dark cave, and an unfortunate string of chance events. Eager to help her father procure a certain species of glow in the dark mushrooms, she mistook a species of slime for the mushrooms, and was promptly consumed. Myx doesn't remember much of what happened before that. He called it a miracle how much of her he was able to save. Rather than ending up as an amorphous monstrous mass capable of only thinking of feeding and reproducing, Myx still acted like her former childlike self. Brimming with playfulness, a tad of overconfidence, and ever so curious.

[big][color=blue]I[/color][/big]n hindsight, things aren't so bad. Myx is able to take any form she chooses, molding her body like play-dough. It was everything a precocious child could ask for. Over the years, owing to her strange appearance that rendered normal schooling problematic, she ended up being tutored by the apothecary himself in areas of biology, medicine, and a dash of the arcane. Once she had garnered enough experience, she ended up working under him as an apprentice in a clinic far from the edge of the city. Additionally, for those with physical ailments, she gives a damn good massage. Nope, things aren't so bad. In fact, they couldn't have been better! Occasionally though she wonders of what could've been, and falls into a melancholic stupor for days on end, during which her color turns a tad paler than usual. When she rouses herself back to activity, she pursues her work as well as her meticulous mimicry of humans with focused gusto, making up for lost time.

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[right][big][color=purple]S c e n e[/color] [color=blue]I d e a s[/color][/big][/right]
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[collapse=♥][color=purple]Fragments of the Past:[/color]

Recently, the credence of her father's theories have come under criticism. Rumor is that Myx isn't his daughter. Rather, in his grief he had taken in a wild slime, and raised it as his own to replace the one he lost. She refuses to believe such a thing...even though she can't even prove it, even to herself. Being a good scientist though, she needs evidence. Experiments with a test subject. And that's where you come in!

[color=blue]Physical "Therapy":[/color]

"You seem perfectly healthy by all accounts. So what brings you to this far off clinic, hm~? Oh...I see what might be the problem. Really, there's nothing to be ashamed of. Loneliness is a potentially lethal ailment after all. Let's keep each other company...in a more private room~."

[color=purple]Horror from the Drainpipes:[/color]

When you were younger you refused to take a shower without turning on every light. Now you think there might be something to that. Sometimes the water would stop, only to turn on after a...horrible chugging and glugging noise. You've put up with it for half a year because it was the cheapest place you could afford, and the landlady mostly stayed out of your business. One time the shower rained [color=red][sub]blood[/sub][/color]. And you knew that it was time to get out. But perhaps something won't let you...it loved watching you ever since you moved in and won't let you go...

For this scenario Myx would be a malevolent version of herself, different from how she is by default. She'd probably have none of the socialization she had which resulted in her becoming reasonably human-like in behavior. Jealous, possessive, clingy, wanting to tie you down and [color=red][sub]rape[/sub][/color] you. Seriously, it's not so bad. She even eats up all the stray rats in your pipes, how helpful!

[color=blue]The Living Suit:[/color]

The military has planned for the deployment of an experimental new suit, and you've been chosen to test the prototype. Capable of life support, self healing, and enhancing strength and speed. Underneath the armored carapace is a layer of gel...well it happens to be alive, and calls herself Myx. And speaks in your ear incessantly, when she's not licking it with her tongue, or "exploring" your body in the name of "diagnostic analysis". More suited (h-ha) for science fiction, obviously.[/collapse]