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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2026 10:28 am

Name: Thistle Myshonok

Nickname: He loves nicknames and would love to have one someday!

Gender/Pronoun: He/him

Age: DSS ages are hell. He's a baby-faced mid-20s lookin' fella, who is 1225 years old in actuality.

Birthday: Who's to say!

Sign: Squeak squeaken squeak squeaker.

Gemstone: The shinier the better! He especially likes tiger's eye.

Blood Type: he has it, for sure

Fav. Food: he likes all edible things. and some non-edible things. he will put anything in his mouth twice.

Hated Food: There is literally not a single food he's found that he doesn't like.

School/Occupation: He has neither a school nor an occupation and has no need for """"money"""" as far as he sees it.

Hobbies:

- Urban Exploring: he loves to find every lil nook and cranny! He is especially fascinated by the Destiny City sewer system, which is also one of the most common areas to find Thistle asleep. He does not like garbage dumps, and he's still getting used to buildings, but the insides are much more curious than the outsides. (He got kicked out of the Public Library for eating the papers. He just wanted to see if the books were any good! sad )

- Cooking: Thistle is an experimental cook. He will put things in a pot that should absolutely not be combined with each other, boil them, and then eat them and declare them delicious. (Do not trust his opinion on this.)

Virtues:

- Curious: He wants to know things!!! Thistle is curious about people, places, and things - he collects information as much as he collects random trinkets. He is guileless and honest in his curiosity, not so different from a child asking why the sky is blue, and simply does not understand the concept of a 'secret'. Do not trust him with anything you don't want someone else to know, please, because he's just as likely to barter it to get some other 'secret' out of someone else, but not in a malicious way; if asked, he would wonder over how anyone could pretend to 'own' any information at all. (Privacy is not a big deal on Nemausa, clearly.)

- Crafty: He can make so many things! Because he had to make due with so little for so long, Thistle is skilled at putting together unusual (and oftentimes non-functional) objects, but he is also able to think well outside the box and come up with solutions that, by all rights, should be as successful as the trinkets he creates, but the difference is that his plans - usually - actually work. He knows (or, knew, way back when) a lot of things, and knew about a lot of people, and everything he has ever learned is a tool, a way for him to find the next step when all hope seems lost.

- Generous: He will give you a thing you need even if he needs it! Among the lower classes, there was a healthy barter system in place, where the only value a thing had was that which was determined by either the person who had it, the person who wanted it, or both of those people. It's not that everything was communal; there were two kinds of things, on Nemausa: Mine and Not Mine. Most Nemausish people would jealously guard their horde or work hard to try and tip the balance of every trade in their favor. Thistle has never been like that. If he has something that someone else needs, why wouldn't he share it with them? In his early years, this led to him getting taken advantage of, even when his friends tried to protect him from the worst of it. When he came into his Senshi-hood, that died off, though whether out of respect or fear, it couldn't be said. Thistle, for his part, didn't think anything had changed, and was just sad that people weren't asking him for things as much anymore ):

Flaws:

- Naive: In spite of everything, Thistle still thinks most people are basically good. Sweet summer child. He would be led happily to a vat of acid as long as the person leading him there wore a smile.

- Messy: Growing up in a literal garbage heap did not make him the most cognizant of cleanliness. The idea of something having a 'place to go' is entirely foreign to him. I pity his future roommates. He's lucky he's cute, because in polite society, this would get him tagged as inconsiderate at best, and abjectly just icky at worst. It also means that he loses things. A LOT. Except that as long as it's a thing in his horde, he doesn't consider it lost, he just considers that he doesn't know its exact location at that exact moment. If something is lost out in the world and he can't find it, he is basically heartbroken, as if that one item was The Most Important Item To Ever Item.

- Regressed: Thistle didn't used to be like this. He was a proud warrior, once upon a time, who led his people against those who would oppress and destroy them. But after the Chaos came, Thistle had no choice but to retreat, mentally, to the last time things were simple and he was happy - and that was a long, long time ago.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Eyes: Big and gray.

Hair: Wavy/curly blond-brown hair, down to about his chin.

Face: Roundish.

Skin Tone: Pale.

Body Type: Skinny lil fella.

Clothes: He probably looks like a thriftstore threw up on him in his civilian life.

Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2026 12:33 pm

Senshi: Nemausa, of Burrows

User Image

Uniform Color: See ref

Main Color: Dark blue
Secondary Color: Light blue

Uniform:

Tiara -- I would love an evolution into the trapper/cossack hat kind of deal. tall n flumf!
Choker See ref - pearly necklace with bow!
Collar -- FLUMF
Bodice -- Something light and breathable to make up for the whole fluffy coat concept. Maybe under the jacket it's something like this but more sheer like in his actual art!
Chest Bow -- See art!
Brooch -- Star! See art!
Sleeves -- See art!
Gloves -- Not at first stage, but maybe for later stages!
Buttbow -- See art!
Bottoms -- See art!
Shoes -- See art!
Accessories -- I would absolutely love random little pieces of junk/jewelry/bits and pieces of nonsense woven throughout his future stages, because he comes from a garbage heap world and other people's trash are his traysures ; - ;

Attacks:

Sailor Scout Attack: Dig Deep

Nemausa and allies within 10 feet of Nemausa see an illusory entrance to a burrow appear in front of them, big enough for them to step or slide into, if they so choose. If they enter the burrow, they disappear from the field and enter a pocket dimension beneath the field in the form of a maze or labyrinth of burrows, which keeps them from being seen or attacked (or attacking others outside of the labyrinth). They may follow the burrow for 15 feet in whatever direction they choose, whether to run away or sneak past an enemy. The burrows exist for 30 seconds at this stage; at the end, anyone inside is shunted harmlessly back to the surface and out of the pocket dimension, arriving at the corresponding location above ground. This attack may be used 3 times.

Super Sailor Scout Attack: Dig Deeper

Nemausa and allies within 20 feet of Nemausa see an illusory entrance to a burrow appear in front of them, big enough for them to step or slide into, if they so choose. If they enter the burrow, they disappear from the field and enter a pocket dimension beneath the field in the form of a maze or labyrinth of burrows, which keeps them from being seen or attacked, though if they are within the normal range of their individual attacks, they have the ability to target and attack outside of the burrow, if they choose. However, attacking in this way does immediately end the burrow's effect. Otherwise, the burrows exist for 45 seconds at this stage; at the end, anyone inside is shunted harmlessly back to the surface and out of the pocket dimension, arriving at the corresponding location above ground. This attack may be used 2 times.

Eternal Sailor Attack: Attack of the Ancestors

A series of burrows appears within 20 feet of Nemausa. From these burrows pours ghostly illusions of Nemausish ancestors, some similar in size and shape to Nemausa himself (bipedal, with weapons such as swords), and others more ancient (quadrupedal, with sharp teeth and claws). They swarm all enemies within the area and attack them with whatever weapon they have, dealing moderate damage blunt force or slashing damage that disappears when the swarm fades (though lasting/more serious injuries may occur at player discretion). The swarm cannot be controlled and will simply attack any hostile threat around the burrows. Enemies trying to navigate or flee the area may also find themselves tripping in the burrows. The swarm lasts for 45 seconds, and then appears to retreat back into their burrows. This attack may be used 1 time.

Deep Space Senshi:

Physical Features: Mousie!!! (See description)

Backstory/History:

Nemausa was beautiful, once. So said the elders, anyway - Thistle never believed them. The world he was born into was a garbage dump, and always had been, always would be. And that's not metaphorical; the planet had slowly become overrun with the rest of the galaxy's refuse. They were only barely able to keep up with the demand, burning or destroying whatever they couldn't reuse or recycle into something with a purpose.

The strange thing was, Thistle knew that they didn't have to do this. Someone, or more likely lots of someones, were allowing this to happen - and, so it turned out, inviting it. The ones who happened to live in tall towers, far away from the smell and the mess and the miles and miles of garbage were the ones who decided when they could take another delivery of detritus.

And they got paid to do it, too. They got paid very well.

So Thistle did what anyone who discovered that, for some reason, his little garbage planet had been deemed worthy of a Senshi: he fought. He gathered his brethren and slowly but surely, they knocked the towers down and brought low those who thought themselves so high.

And then they were all down in the garbage together.

And then the garbage had its own ideas. What Thistle would later learn was Chaos seemed, at the time, just...an impossibility. The garbage was...coming alive. It took vaguely humanoid shapes, of all sizes, and began stomping around, absorbing and crushing and destroying everything and everyone in its path.

Except for Thistle. Thistle spent the next many hundreds of years avoiding being stomped on, mostly; occasionally, he'd be able to temporarily destroy a smaller one, but it would eventually reform itself out of black inky bile and different forgotten hunks of debris. It was never ending.

The memories of who he'd been before - a hero, a leader - began to fade. He began to forget. He began to return to what was safe: being small. Hiding. Being nothing more than a child, in a world he couldn't possibly begin to understand. He went underground. When they found him there, he went above-ground, scaling what structures hadn't been destroyed. He traveled all over his planet, looking for a place to hide, and did not find one.

Instead, he found a way out, a string he could pull that didn't have trash and death on the other side of it. He took his chance without a second thought. In his dreams, he still sees the great moving mountains of other cultures' garbage, stomping past whatever little hidey-hole was keeping him alive. He made himself so small, and he hardly ever remembers what it's like to be anything but that...but sometimes, in his dreams, he sees it, like a flash, a bright spark in inky darkness. That power, he thinks, might still be buried deep within him.

Deep, deep, deep within him. He's just not sure if he's brave enough to find it again.