AKA, the nagging shag. Garg is a planet with five moons, a year that lasts
1096 days, lots of space and enough nature-integrated cities to make even animals jealous.

I think this character might just bring me back into writing action! He has a lot in common with ER... I think... no... he just reminds me of him.

NOTE: I think medical therms without any graphic value are nothing to mature about.

Mech-Ah Onistecua(daytime):
Age: 21 Earth, 7 Gargen.
Gender: Technically a dickgirl/she-male (sorry for the slang), with implanted vagina. At first a normal boy, then a woman, before becoming a herm and sticking with it as sense of harmony.
Height: 1.80 metres.
Personality: Kind, humoristic, caring, feminine and not too serious on sex.
Eye colour: Pink.
Specie: Bird, exact species unknown.
General colour(s): Pink/yellow.
Highest weight lifted: 10 kilos… on a good day.
Orientation: North.
Sexual orientation: Whatever asks. He won’t enjoy it, he’ll comment too.
Favourite material: Latex.
Favourite colour: Pink.
He is man with female parts (chests, vagina and others). He never hurts anything; the most hurtful act is his preference for meat. His skin and feathers are soft, giving even the blind something to lust for. His most notable features are the three golden feathers on his head, and the blazing moon on his dominant arm. The feathers are a sign of emotion. Forward is angry, back is sad and up is generally happy. The moon has a very odd feature, which is nothing short but infecting one’s DNA with an exact copy if they engage any kind of deep-going acts (like his proctologist, who asked for a compensation fee, before coming back and asking for another because of his wife). It’s annoyingly bright and shiny, like a freshly polished trophy. But, he’s easy to get, so it’s more a sign you don’t have your virginity than an actual ‘score’. Worse is that the next person you do will likely bear the mark, only in your fur colour, before the cycle ends. He isn’t really weak, though not really agile either. The breasts on his chest were ‘homebrew’ with the use of magic, herbs and prescription hormones. They feel, act and work like normal breasts, except they contain the male Y-chromosome, though many doctors claim they are, in fact, naturally grown. For reasons unknown, he talks to them when he’s sad or angry, the left, Katy, giving comfort and the right, Berry giving most devious suggestions. Some claim he manicures his nails to prevent them from hurting. The lack of wings is cosmetic. At an early age, he hated the ability to fly due to… ‘parenting’ issues. Thus, the doctors completely removed any sign of wings from his back and arms. The tail is an oddball, being blue at the end in a fashion found off. His back is covered in blue dots, which glow gently when made dark. He hates pants, purely out of the discomfort tests pressing against clits give, which truly is more annoying than people peeking up skirts or a cold draft. Or it could just be his hatred of showing any kind of dominance or masculine behaviour. Currently, he nourishes an egg he found. Many fear the hatchling will grow into his shoes and become slutty, dangerous and cute, which is nothing short of the apocalypse. His small group of friends is consistent of three, one bearing his mark… twice. A yellow one right and a red one left. Overall, if you’re not intending to do him, he’s good company and quite wise from time to time. Nobody knows his real parents, though he’s often seen with shouting birds that look similar to him.
He is the sex victim most forest animals already hungered for, most bearing the terrible scars of it. Having your way with him is a three stage process, with a fun factor of 1 to three… or zero, depending on your deafness. During, he’ll be most frequent to judge your actions with piercing sarcasm, before crushing whatever ego you have left with a most powerful kiss and dumping action. One might notice the most peculiar moon appearing on the shoulder, glowing, oh so bright, as a sign you did the forest slut. Afterwards, he sleeps, plunders the fridge and remains docile. With luck, his night-time heart doesn’t wake up. In the morning and you’re still alive, he’s the perfect partner. Until he departs and never intends to meet you again.
A lifetime history:
Year 0: Birth. Learned to fly, before hating it instantly due to freedom and superiority.
Year 1: Started to talk, also trying to turn his voice to a higher-pitched and more girlish version than genetically intended.
Year 2: Many, many arguments with parents.
Year 3: Acceptance of behaviour by parents, as well as acceptance with his attraction to other.
Year 4: First boyfriend, loss virginity, development dark entity.
Year 5: First long-lasting relation, completion school. Leaves parents to live fuller live. Age of complete denial male form and attachment female parts.
Year 6: Finally stopped denying his male attributes and uses it too attract even more people.
Year 7: Current situation. Lives off the alimony of his previous relation, which ended due to supposed ‘cheating’, despite having a polygamous relation. He’s now officially known as the forest’s slut, the must-do attraction, the entrance freebie. It should be noted he lost all interest in love, sex or deep relations at the age of six, thus most people often complain about his ‘commentary’.

Mech-Ah (night):
Age: Presumed 12 Earth and 4 Gargen.
Gender: Unknown.
Height: 1.60 metres.
Personality: Dark and very, very hungry.
Eye colour: Purple.
Specie: Presumed bird/Shadowling.
General colour(s): Black and blue.
Highest weight lifted: 453 kilo weighing tree… with a cold.
Orientation: East.
Sexual orientation: FOOD!
Favourite material: Diamond and steel.
Favourite colour: Likely black.
A dark, blacker version of himself. All his cropped hatred, fear and sorrow combined into a shorter, deadlier package… of DOOM! Small, black, agile, deadly, merciless and hungry for living flesh, he’ll suck you dry, than eat the dry flesh as cracker. You’ll know when he’s stalking you, for a nice glow of fashion sense will tap your shoulder. It’s said this creature has a personality, though his works are ominous and dark; not a good conversation-starter/continuer/ender. He’s incredible strong in this form, outmatching even the strongest, without showing the slightest muscle. His speed is unmatched either. Whatever or not Mech-Ah is actually aware of this form is an enigma, as he both confirmed and denied knowing of night-time events. His mystery is only surpassed by the legitimacy of Mech-Ah’s sanity.
A lifetime history:
Year 4: First sighting, believed to be a ghost.
Year 5: Development fear amongst crowds. People generally avoid sighting locations.
Year 6: Acceptance of random acting, thus sighting locations are unlocked.
Year 7: Research team put to find out what it is, without results.

Image and it's contents © maskedcrypt sometime-present.
Character, Garg and other © Mech-Ah 1988-present.