[hider=**Arty Kovačić**][center][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bCf40wrpdlc[/youtube][/center]
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[b]17 | Arty Kovačić | He/Him [/b][hr][i]"Don't mind the dust."[/i][/center]
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[b]Description:[/b]
[indent]Arty was sick until he died. The whole time, autoimmune issues ravaged his flesh and bones and forced him into a sedentary, bedridden lifestyle. It wasn't until the Delta-Storm, where a rogue Yellow crystal cluster destroyed the family car on a routine trip to the hospital, that he was much more than a stick with some weak limbs and a foul mouth. While both his parents survived the crash, Arty's weak and frail form hadn't been so lucky. Only by the remote chance that he positively reacted to the Delta-Point Energy emitted by the cluster was he able to return, though it was instantly clear that not everything was as it should be. 

The Arty of today is nothing like the Arty from before. He has long since removed those bits and pieces of himself that he had come to hate and disdain. He has, through his abilities, reformed himself into the picture he'd always wanted to be for the sheer confidence and vanity of it. Though physical sensation is mostly lost to him now, he has rediscovered ways to mimic all of the things that a living, breathing human would do. Thanks to the time he spent as a sickly child, he's hardened his mind against his precarious new unlife, and has pushed himself to make the most of it. Mostly, he's grateful: Even though his life may not be normal at all anymore, he has all the things he wished he had as a nearly crippled child. He was given the gift of freedom and mobility, and as he trained his new abilities further he found more than he could have ever dreamed of.

Now, at seventeen, Arty has come to Sparrowdale as the [i]best[/i] version of himself that he could think of. Taking from his Father's strong Slavic features, he fancies himself as something of a confident bad-boy type. The kind of character he always admired in stories and television whose no-nonsense attitudes and dedicated focus made him feel like he could relate even from his bed. He tries to be aloof and hold himself a peg higher than his peers, but appealing to the nerdy young man trapped within him shows a more emotional and fun-loving side of him that isn't something he likes to display openly.[/indent]

[b]Power:[/B]
[indent][i]Type-Yellow[/i]
Arty's power isn't so much a power as it is a full restructuring of his physical form. Made entirely out of highly reactive fungal cultures, he is essentially a walking Mushroom whose consciousness is maintained by complex mycelial tissue. What this does for him at a surface level is easy to guess: He is extremely durable and difficult to get rid of permanently. Occasionally his pores open and he sheds harmless clouds of spores as a bodily function, and his only known food requirement is organic material. His external layers of tissue can be manipulated like any fungus, and as the whole body is responsible for nervous system function, he doesn't require a head, limbs, or really any sort of concerted piece of himself to regrow his body at a rapid pace. The process only requires a great deal of energy to complete, meaning organic matter is necessary to maximize his strength.[/indent]
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