MONSTER, mika

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“Hey, don’t look now, but there’s a little fellow peeking at us from the corner. You know him? Big doe eyes, kinda weasely, twitching like a – oh, he’s gone. Did I scare him off? Haha…”

“Hmm, he’s back. Nah, finish your drink. What is that, your eighth? Pfft. He’s eying ya up though. Oooh, lickin’ his lips. Better watch your ass. Hey, hey, calm down, he’s teeny. Look, he’s shakin’ like a kicked dog now. Sit down and I’ll get ya another round…”

“okk, hesh startin to creeep me out now. His face is ffuckkin weird. did he jus run by ta sniff ya? Shit, is he one a’ themm? Or mebbie jus gay? We’ree prette hot, hehh. no homo”

“why do I hafta carry your ass home, ya drunk? Wassat? Did you hear that? Nah, it’s mah wife’s voice. Wut she doin in an alley? hold up, sit here a minute…”

“It’s like a said, doc—Ahhh, shit, what size needle is that? Damn. But like I told you both last night, it was a fuckin’ bunny. I heard my lady callin’ out somebody’s name, but when I went, there was just this little bit staring up at me, and he pounced. Next thing you know, he’s chawing at my neck. I smacked him off right away, but I’d knocked back a few pints, so I tripped onto the curb and got that scratch.”

→ Four pounds of fur and pure malice, this boy is a vicious monster trapped inside a ridiculously weak/cute body. Carnivorous with a special love for human meat, he currently wanders from town to town in attempts to survive. His childhood was spent with his herd in the woodlands, where they would (rarely) charm and lure travelers to their deaths by mimicking the voices of people they know. However, as per usual in his species, he was driven out during rutting season at the start of his adolescence. Very physically and emotionally pathetic (shyness and bloodlust are a strange combination), he’s generally lucky if he can get enough rats to get by. He’s the minor type of monster that would be snapped up and eaten by antagonist in a movie: not worthy of even one line. Or, he’d be the enemy your lvl 1 character would have to slaughter in an mmo. Yep. Loser.



Thought of as a hoax for a long time (really, a rabbit with horns, wings, and the hindquarters of a bird? at least think of something scary!), in the area where jackalopes are native it's still common knowledge not to follow any voice off the forest path. Travelers are told to watch two things around the campfire: their whiskey, and their necks. An uncomfortable mixture of prey and predator, the contradictory natures to flee and attack make these monsters unpredictable and generally miserable. Violent and territorial, especially around the rutting season, herds are made up of females, kits, and one male. Despite their thirst for flesh and blood, especially human, they generally have to settle for scrounging carrion or taking a rodent by surprise. Around 3 to 6 pounds on average, they're very weak.
(Also known as a svader, and worpeltinger in different parts of the world.)

Mika has simply one magical ability, which is to mimic human voices. When he uses it, it will sound different according to whoever the listener would most like to hear at that moment.

His human form is incomplete despite his best efforts, and he must fold up his ears and hide them alongside his horns under hats and hoods. If you were to take off his shoes, you'd find remarkably bird like feet as well.


Mika has always lived short lives full of minor shitbaggery before being killed, generally in gruesome ways. In fact, even the accidental ways tended to be awful: such as being caught in the wheels of a carriage driven by his champion or crunched in the jaws of a bear trap set by him. This might contribute to why he's such a twitchy mess.

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AGE: 017
SEX: M
RACE: JACKALOPE
HOMELAND: KUR
CONTRACT: Y