Name: Mori Bombizix

Appearance:

Mori is the picture of elegance and grace. Standing 7 foot tall 7 inches, with a lanky frame more befitting a dancer than a solider or the tottering limpness associated with stereotypical mages. His skin is a soft milky white, with semi-hard plates just below. He has no wings, sadly, but often fashions fanciful facsimiles to his outfits. While he does have a nose, it is largely vestigial, leaving his feathery antennae as his primary method of smelling. They are highly developed and sensitive (flitting about seeming of their own volition). More importantly however, they frame his face perfectly.

Age: 18

Species: 2nd generation Silk Moth Chimera

Gender:Male

Occupation: 2nd year student.

Personality: Mori is vain to a fault. He really can’t help it, when you’re a figure of immaculate beauty such as he, your ego naturally bloats. If only a little. He strives to be warm and friendly to everyone, regardless of circumstance, as he considers it only fair not to play favorites with his world wide audience.

However, if there is one thing he love more than himself, it is watching the beauty of others blossom. As such, he often engages in ‘makeovers’ with those who are odds with themselves, either in a literal sense or encouraging them. While at times he might wish to, he will never force a change anyone, as he feels thing must be unique for them to be beautiful. If he at any point feels he is having a corrosive effect on someone else's quest to become beautiful (whatever that may mean to them), he will not hesitate to abandon them and never look back.

Openness: 90
Neuroticism: 20
Agreeableness: 60
Extroversion: 100
Conscientiousness: 50

Strength:3
Endurance:4
Constitution:3
Agility:6
Dexterity:6
Intelligence:5
Wisdom:4
Charisma: 9

Magic Type Preference: Healing and Biological magic.

Innate Magic Talent: Red Thread: Mori is able to boost his silk production to absolutely absurd levels by using magic to manipulate the glands in his wrists, able to liberally coat a small room in a matter of seconds. The silks properties do not change beyond changing color to red, but considering its natural tensile strength is comparable to steel, can make it a very effective way to bind people.

Interests: Designing his own clothes, himself, giving makeovers, meddling, HIMSELF, fire based magic (sooo pretty). Did he mention himself yet?

Skills: Skilled field surgeon, keen eye for detail, skilled speaker and natural charisma that could win over even the most hardened of Airelosians. Highly sensitive sense of smell.

Biography: Bombizix is a name often associated with the finest textile conglomerate that has made its home Swazivan, a boarder region of the Empire near Flynenhael. Currently lead by Shini Bombizix, a Moth Monstress as shrewd in business as she is large. A position she is likely to be the last to hold, if a male moth is not found soon for the purposes of siring heirs capable of the neigh industrial scale of silk production they enable. In their prime, the clan was home to no less than eight full Moth mothers, though this number has since dwindled to a mere three.
His mother, Bella, was one of fifty eight children of Shini and a human man who caught her many eyes, all incapable of producing even the slightest amount of silk. While disappointing, the small brood(compared to normal unions of human and moth monsters atleast) was still quiet dear to the clan and they were soon spoiled to near rotten levels. During their younger years, through a combination of boredom and immense wealth, they often played hosts to lavish parties (their ‘legend’ even being known at the core of the empire for a time).

Bella and her sisters soon met their future husbands (and wife, in one case), when the local emperial peacekeeping force, known as the Swazivan Salamanders(named for their famous love affair with all things combustible), were forced to shut down a particularly ruckus party, an event which took the better part of four days to bring to a full stop. The Salamander Captain, Porious D. Ragnul, became adamant Shini reign in her children, to which she reluctantly agreed. Bella and her siblings were displeased to be placed under house arrest, but had little choice with the threat of being cut off from the family wealth hanging over their heads made worse that it would be under the supervision of The Salamanders.

The union proved to be mutual beneficial in the end however. The Bombizix girls mellowed considerably and eventually warmed up to their ‘wardens’, now more focused more on the family business as seamstresses, saleswomen, accountants and other disciplines. The Salamanders, for their part, changed little beyond becoming one of the few regiments in the Empire whose officers were draped exclusively in luxury silks and later, the arms of tall moth women.

Mori’s father was one such officer, Ignus Ragnul, having eventually succumb to his mother's repeated advances and fathering seventeen children (though, in fairness, that was simply one brood). However, the Bombizix clan was quickly becoming one of the largest families in the region, and even with their considerable income now bolstered with new clients in the empire’s capital, were struggling to maintain themselves economically on the silk of three moths. When Mori was four, however, it was discovered that the silk spinning gene had simply skipped a generation. While he and his 232 cousins could only spin an eight of their grandmothers, they were able to not only save the family from financial ruin, but provided enough that the family could now expand into new ventures should their generation be the last to be able to spin their signature good.

While Mori spent much of his youth being pressured to go into the family business like the rest of his clan, he rarely expressed much interest in doing so. While he loved his family, being one of literally hundreds of children left him and others somewhat starved for attention, and if his older cousins were any indication, working within the clan would do little alleviate that. During his early teens, he adopted his current bombastic nature, in the hopes of eking out some extra affection, though this won him little more than the occasional half hearted scolding from his mother.

Seeking to make a name for himself outside the family, he began volunteering his time to local clinics for initially selfish reasons. However, he soon found himself to be genuinely enjoying his rudimentary nursing duties, though became frustrated at the clinic lack of staff surgical staff skilled enough to safely perform cosmetic surgeries for those with correctable accidental or natural deformities. His request to his grandmother to bring a mage or doctor in fell on deaf ears, and he enrolled to Mordhaben in rebellion, deciding that if his family would not help then he would do it himself.