Name: Robert Morris

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Inventory: Nothing

Race: Mimiga

Bio: 'Robert Morris, ace Journalist'... well, that's what he'd have you believe, anyways. He is, in fact, a journalist, but, whether or not he's an 'ace' at anything, let alone that, has yet to be seen. He makes mediocre articles about this and that involving military affairs for a magazine that nobody actually reads anymore. How they've remained in business through all of this is a mystery that, Robert would rather not cover himself. Unfortunately, as the war raged on, the military let fewer and fewer people cover their stories, heck, his latest one was supposed to be about why and how our own military was changing into the enemy, but, instead, all the let him cover was how 'delicious' and 'amazing' the food rations were. That flop of an article almost lost Robert his job, but, after his explanation, Mr. Handywrite (he legally changed his name), Robert's boss, let him off on a warning. His job was dangling from a string, and the military was getting even more strict about media coverage thanks to some news station showing them killing one of their former privates post-transformation. That, of course, was supposed to be Robert's scoop, not this amateur news anchor who can't tell the difference between a good scoop and some celebrity getting caught picking their nose. Robert then started sneaking around to get his articles, and, for a while, that worked without any issues, and, due to the unpopularity of the magazine, the military was none the wiser... but, unfortunately, so too, was the entire populace, due to the same unpopularity.

Eventually, Robert found himself on some random military helicopter while sneaking around for good stories, and he managed to hide in their cargo bay pretty much the entire trip. Once the thing landed, Robert ran out to see the military people, but they already left, leaving Robert alone in the helicopter... well, save for a vaguely human-shaped silhouette outlined by a bright light. Robert tried to get a better view of the stranger, but before he could, the stranger fired some sort of energy ball at him, which started the process of changing him into what he is now... some sort of strange rabbit-dog creature that he now knows is known as a mimiga. The first thing he did while changing was drop his notepad and pencil, and, thanks to the stranger somehow teleporting him to what he could only guess was some sort of greenhouse growing these odd red flowers. He then heard about his new boss, the Doctor, and what he was doing to others of his new species, as well as humanity. He took a stand, not wanting to help this 'doctor' anymore... which got him thrown in the local jail about two seconds afterwards... whoops.

Appearance: He's actually somewhat short, even for a mimiga, standing at a mere three feet tall, and, he'd normally be somewhat chubby, but he lost that fat in jail, where they didn't feed him all that much. He has oddly large ears for his size, though, and he always wears a blue T-shirt, similarly-colored denim pants. His face is somewhat round compared to others of his kind, as well.

Other: I'd teleport out of there, and dance on what was going to be my grave.

Starting Location: The Plantation