Entity Number: ???
Habitat(s): All habitable wooded levels.
Though they're capable of surviving in most levels with a source of food, they seem to prefer residing inside wooded levels. Entity ??? often migrates through other levels, but doesn't seem to stay for long periods of time. Entity ??? seems to reside within Level WIP most often, with 60% of their sightings recorded there.
Description:
Entity ???, also known as Ivanushka, is a insectoid entity with humanoid proportions, and according to them, the last of their species. Though the clothing they wear often varies, they are most often seen in raggedy and damaged long clothing. They are always seen wearing a golden amulet around their neck. Entity ??? is capable of speaking Russian, English, French, Spanish, Italian, Mandarin, and Japanese in a thick Russian accent. Entity ??? is not hostile unless provoked, and is seemingly capable of near inhuman agility. Entity ??? currently resides at Level 10 within a small yellow tent.
Behaviors:
Entity ??? displays intelligence comparable to the average human adult, and is very polite to those they encounter. Entity ??? also seems to be very sympathetic to lost or struggling wanderers, usually offering them shelter inside wherever they reside, although it should be noted that Entity ??? has a tendency to talk to people who aren't even present. They never seem to laugh or joke, as they tend to always take on a serious tone. They're also known to be very philosophical, going on to write entries in their diary about the meaning of life, existence, morality, and other topics of the sort.
Unlike most entities within the backrooms, Entity ??? needs to actively consume food and water, and is uncapable of surviving without it. In order to maintain their nomadic lifestyle as well as create the structures they temporarily reside in, Entity ??? actively hunts for animals and forages for crops when necessary. Although Entity ??? has attempted to start their own farm, most attempts have been unsuccessful due to the soil fertility of where it often sets up camp.
Biology:
Entity ??? stands at a height of height of 5 ft 2, including their antennas, and claims to shed their exoskeleton once every 300 Frontroom years. Entity ??? also claims that they're near the end of their 900 year lifespan, though there is seemingly no evidence to back this claim. Encased nearly entirely by an olive green exoskeleton, excluding their eyes and mandibles. Their aforementioned exoskeleton is covered in burns and cuts, though this seems to cause Entity ??? no pain. Entity ???'s eyes on the other hand are extremely massive and both take up 5 times as much area as the average human eye. Other than the burns on its current exoskeleton, Entity ??? seems relatively healthy.
Discovery:
Create a story on how your Entity was discovered.
Important Diary Entries:
Entry 1
Use this to release your thoughts and fears, whenever you feel the need to do so. Your mind not be able to contain them calmly, but your paper sure will Ivan, remember that, and remember it with certainty.
The hills that surround this town feel different. They feel lost. It feels like the beginning of a new age, or an end to all ages from now on. Recently some men from the empty void of nowhere stepped into this town and just moved in like they owned the place, which is weird enough to say the least. That is not what has unsettled me though. One of them, a very charismatic young man I'll tell you, won the election for mayor in a landslide. He doesn't seem to have any experience, nor care for the town's safety, more so just its… "success", whatever that means. I might just be overreacting, everyone else in town seems to love him… but I still can't help but believe that we've somehow been thrown into the hands of these mysterious men. What happens next is up to them. I just hope they know what they're doing.
May the Great One give us mercy. - Ivanushka
Entry 4
The world always keeps some form of balance. When good comes, bad must follow soon after. I feel this phrase fits the town's current predicament. The new mayor has appointed his friends to other positions. The sheriff, the fine young man who runs the marketplace, the other lad who works on the blueprints for construction, and many more simply dropped their job like a meaningless trinket. The situation that worries me most is the resignation of the construction manager, after he resigned, the construction workers started flattening out some of the distant hills, and at frightening speeds too! I can't put my finger on as to why, but it's concerning. As for the others, they aren't going missing or being taken, they've simply just resigned from their duties. Maybe I was right, maybe these gentlemen are simply ushering in the beginning of a new era.
Let us hope this new start is a good one, shall we? - Ivanushka
Entry 9
It was wrong of me to be optimistic. A wise man is one who is ready for anything, and optimists are simply not that. They've been planting seeds on the flattened land, but these ones are different. The seeds grew into pipes almost immediately, and began to gush out water. It's taking up our crop space, which wouldn't be much of an issue if they didn't only give us one seed They told us to "Go wild, plant this where you want, it should be enough.", whatever that means. They guarded their seeds fiercely, almost like hounds, not sparing any more than one for us. Together, with the approval of the mayor, we all planted the seed just outside of the town. Even if the seed grew to great sizes, and poured water from every orifice, it isn't enough. The pipe only produces half as much water as the town needs. No one seems brave enough to try and take from any pipes owned by the new men, because the ones that have… well, I haven't seen them since. The barrels in the basement will last me a good while, I just hope everyone else is just as prepared.
May the Great One provide us aid in this time of need. - Ivanushka
Entry 14
I had a dream last night, I don't know what it meant, but I'm sure it's too bizarre to not have meaning. I stood in a flooded and grassy plain, and observed as two men walked up to each other. There was a relatively average looking man, a farmer if my memory serves me right. The other man was wearing a suit and tie, as well as a seemingly hollow smile on his face. The man in the suit handed him a single golden seed, and the farmer handed him a bag of normal seeds. Though the farmer initially seemed satisfied, he quickly lost his temper and stormed off. I soon woke up in a cold sweat. I can't help but be worried practically tenfold in comparison to yesterday, especially after those cryptic events.
Do's and Don'ts:
Do:
- Be Cordial.
- Provide him company and solace.
Don't:
- Pry at them for information.
- Attempt to provoke them.
- Steal from his camps.