Medusa Halloween Mystery Pups!

Said I wasn't gonna but I can't help myself asdfg



Character's Name: Phantasm; "Tazzy" or "Third Asscheek"
Gender: Male
Adult Height: 23"
Size: runt small
Build: light
Alignment: Chaotic neutral

Appearance: It's no question that this boy is the child of Medusa; the skeletal markings strewn across his pathetic, tiny body are as plain as day. The resemblance aesthetically ends there however as he is far more flamboyantly colored than his mother. His tiny crown, ears, cheeks, underside, and the lower sections of his rear limbs are black. Strewn across his entire back from behind his ears to nearly the tip of his tail is a sleeved blanket, beginning with a dark crimson red and moving through the colors of the rainbow as it travels down his back and sides to end in a vibrant purple his hips and tail. His forelimbs follow the same prismatic color scheme, his orange shoulders blending down to his white tipped toes through the remaining colors.

The skeletal mask that encapsulates toxic purple eyes creates the illusion of sharpened teeth along the sides of his muzzle and cheeks, giving him a rather ominous expression. The 'sockets' around his eyes are tapered at the corners, drawing out from the eye as if the boy puts on makeup. White splotches that resemble spinal markings travel alongside his neck before shifting to the center of his back above streaks made to mimic ribcage like markings. The splotches along his spine shift back down to the side of his tail, ending with the very tip dipped in white.

As if the mask upon his face wasn't enough, on each of his hips sits a rather spooky looking face... as if it has seen a ghost! Funny how it also looks like a ghost... A white spot sits where his kneecap resides as well as two streaks down each of his rainbow-sleeved forelegs. Matching the toes on his forepaws, the toes on his rear paws are also dipped in a bit of white, just enough to resemble toe-less gloves and socks.

Personality: "a figment of the imagination; an illusion or apparition."
Tazzy is best described as a cat; only wants to be touched on his terms, enjoys knocking shit over (and just generally being difficult) for the hell of it, gets the random zoomies at 2AM, and would one-hundred percent wake you up at 4AM hungry and screaming in your face. Bringing you dead things isn't off the table either... it's actually his hobby. Taxidermy? Hell yeah!

While he has the ability to talk, he often doesn't. It takes him a while to learn to speak, often using moans and sounds to communicate at first. As he ages and learns to speak, it will be broken and he will often refer to himself by name. He also struggles with referring to anyone else by anything but their name, even his own mother. Tazzy is often literal and struggles to understand jokes, so calling anyone by anything other than their name makes little sense to him. It's the same logic when referring to himself by name, or so he thinks anyway.

Due to his size, he often clings onto Medusa and rides around on her back. He knows that he's small and is actually quite fearful of things, plus little legs make it difficult to keep up. He goes where ever she goes, whether she lets him ride or not, but when he does part her, he is actually rather sneaky. Tazzy is quiet, his light body making it easy for him to go unnoticed... though he isn't very good at hiding... or personal space.
Planned Skills: hunting and navigation
Mutations: i will try to splurge for dexterous toes to make clinging on to momma easier
Possible Plots/Plans/Ideas: rides around on medusas back, needs speech therapy, pro taxidermist

RP Sample: "Mmmm.." the young boy moaned, motioning towards the rat at his eager paws in an attempt to get Medusa's attention. His first kill, yes, but also neatly gutted and stuffed with bits of the wool blanket they slept on. Of course the skin hadn't been prepared in any way that would keep it from rotting, but the boy was proud of it nonetheless. White tipped paws were stained in red as well as much of the rest of the small child, but it certainly didn't bother him.

He knew that just moaning at Medusa wouldn't get her attention enough, though. Whether she chose to ignore him until he spoke some kind of word or she just simply couldn't hear him he didn't know, but he spoke up and tried harder to form words out of the sounds. "Mmmm...dooo saaaa... looook Tazzy mmmmd," he struggled with furrowed brows, reaching out to tug on her fur frustrated but eager to show off what he'd made with the rat she helped him kill earlier.