Name: Anon
Age: 420
Gender: Male
Appearance: Faceless green male standing at 5'11". Wears a formal dress suit always. Or, mostly.
Canon, AU, or OC?: OC
Universe of Origin: Internet
Personality: Unpredictable. Harsh, biting, and critical one moment. Kawaii, amusing, husbando-material the next. Or very possibly one of several, it's hard to tell.
Abilities/Weapons: Shit Posting, Dubs, Trips. Fedora.
Backstory:
In the beginning, there was Moot. And then Moot said, "There was light".
But no light came. Only Bee. And so Anon grew up in the darkness, in Bee.
After the dissatisfaction Moot declared, "Let there be skies"
But no sky formed, as there was nothing to separate. And he was annoyed. There was only Vee. and so Anon grew up in Bee and Vee.
Still to give up, Moot declared: "Let there be dank land to stand on."
But dank land did not form. Only Co. So Anon traveled to Co.
Again, Moot declared: "Let there be fruiting plants!"
But fruiting plants did not bloom. Only Fruity LeG-BeT. And Anon avoided that.
After Moot said: "Let there be animals."
But there was no animals. Only Pol, where strange things appeared. And so Anon went.
And Moot was angered. He looked down his vast creation and said: "There will be one like me!"
And then he saw Anon and got angry and went home. Then followed the rest of the lands from Anon's travels.
After the departure of the Lord Moot, Anon was left to flourish. Spreading behind him even more as he went. They became one of the same over the next 9000 years. One of many, many into one. A legion of sorts. And to the outsiders who witnessed the glory of the otherworldly Anon they became infatuated with him. Or terrified.
To many, Anon was an aloof symbol of chaos and discord, best left ignored. He was a symbol of vice and everything they were, but did not want to admit. He facelessness frightened them. They tried to give him an image, but none ever made good to his glory. Even if to condemn.
But there were others still who looked to Anon and felt pride. Or even happiness. For even if aloof he was a sage of satirical quips and humor. He took no thoughts of anything being sacred. Everything was fair game. And in the absence of any preconceived notion of loyalty he and his brethren could break down the topics into their core components. Then smash it with a hammer.
It is only expected that as Anon's world expands that it might leak over into a greater universe and concepts.
Faction: Factionless
Age: 420
Gender: Male
Appearance: Faceless green male standing at 5'11". Wears a formal dress suit always. Or, mostly.
Canon, AU, or OC?: OC
Universe of Origin: Internet
Personality: Unpredictable. Harsh, biting, and critical one moment. Kawaii, amusing, husbando-material the next. Or very possibly one of several, it's hard to tell.
Abilities/Weapons: Shit Posting, Dubs, Trips. Fedora.
Backstory:
In the beginning, there was Moot. And then Moot said, "There was light".
But no light came. Only Bee. And so Anon grew up in the darkness, in Bee.
After the dissatisfaction Moot declared, "Let there be skies"
But no sky formed, as there was nothing to separate. And he was annoyed. There was only Vee. and so Anon grew up in Bee and Vee.
Still to give up, Moot declared: "Let there be dank land to stand on."
But dank land did not form. Only Co. So Anon traveled to Co.
Again, Moot declared: "Let there be fruiting plants!"
But fruiting plants did not bloom. Only Fruity LeG-BeT. And Anon avoided that.
After Moot said: "Let there be animals."
But there was no animals. Only Pol, where strange things appeared. And so Anon went.
And Moot was angered. He looked down his vast creation and said: "There will be one like me!"
And then he saw Anon and got angry and went home. Then followed the rest of the lands from Anon's travels.
After the departure of the Lord Moot, Anon was left to flourish. Spreading behind him even more as he went. They became one of the same over the next 9000 years. One of many, many into one. A legion of sorts. And to the outsiders who witnessed the glory of the otherworldly Anon they became infatuated with him. Or terrified.
To many, Anon was an aloof symbol of chaos and discord, best left ignored. He was a symbol of vice and everything they were, but did not want to admit. He facelessness frightened them. They tried to give him an image, but none ever made good to his glory. Even if to condemn.
But there were others still who looked to Anon and felt pride. Or even happiness. For even if aloof he was a sage of satirical quips and humor. He took no thoughts of anything being sacred. Everything was fair game. And in the absence of any preconceived notion of loyalty he and his brethren could break down the topics into their core components. Then smash it with a hammer.
It is only expected that as Anon's world expands that it might leak over into a greater universe and concepts.
Faction: Factionless