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Villager: Mizho

Pronouns: She/Her/Herself or Xey/Xem/Xeirself
Occupation: Scout/Alchemist

Mizho has fiddled with about twenty potions too many. One awry explosion sent xeir head AWOL. But the fumes from five potions earlier caused an interesting reaction in the beheaded kitty cat. Her head and body are connected through odd, tentacle-like beams of light that act like nerves. Sensitive to the touch, xey're more than happy to introduce xeir claws to anyone who fiddles with xeir neck,

Mizho is a very fickle cat, snide and deadpan snarky with a good heaping helping of cynical attitude. She's more likely to laugh when you tell her you need some petty little love potion than to explain to you that they don't exist. Her skills are sought out by many, but only the truly brave actually ask xem face to face. Many prefer to give Rage their orders and the money for the potions than ever wander into her home themselves.

The form xey use to traverse the deep recesses of the ocean for alchemic material is potentially worse off looking than her furry form. When Ecxcabre gifted this small community of the Oceandome the ability to shapeshift, any internal damage from potion fumes became violently visible. Her form is long and lanky, resembling the rotting corpse of a liopleurodon with glowing blue and pink guts held in by a thin membrane that truly seems indestructible. Xeir mouth opens four ways, and massive fangs decorate her gums. Xeir head is still detached, and her coloring remains the same. But, clearly, one would be more willing to meet xem while she's short and cute and furry, than run into the twenty foot long form of hers that always seems to look... very... very hungry...