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My name is Bailey, Agent, Trip or 43. I am versatile in roleplay topics, though I prefer to do almost anything in the fantasy realm. I'd be willing to rp with anybody, as long as you have enough patience to deal with my awkward personality and sometimes poor grammar. My PMs are open to discussing rps.

Please note that I have not existed or roleplayed for almost half a year so I will be struggling for a little while until I pick my abilities back up! I will try my best, so feel free to PM me as said above!

I talk too much sometimes, sorry



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Vision smirked. “See? Maybe I’m still crazy?” He mocked, not about to let the guard get out of this easily.


Kaiyora Min



About four hours later, the small fox woke to the smell of cooking bacon. She noticed the man sleeping and knew she would have to be quiet as she investigated. She slipped down from the couch, trotting into the kitchen to find the house cooking food. That… totally adds up… cooking house… then again I can’t expect any less, She shifted to her semi-human form, though she kept her pointy wars and three tails as the house offered her a fresh plate of food. It probably had found some food in its cellar, Kaiyora figured.

It was kind of you to draw the blinds for him. He needs the rest.” She spoke to the house quietly, her voice much lighter now that she was rested. She was trying to avoid waking the man up, wanting him to sleep as long as possible. At her words, the house gave a quiet happy creak as if thanking her for the praise.


Vision Statanov



Vision lifted an eyebrow. “You’re going to fall.” He warned, though he didn’t care too much for the guard’s safety. He just didn’t want get accused of anything. He picked at the bread on the tray, not at all interested in it. You’re going to die, little guard. And I’ll enjoy watching it just the same as I do in all my visions. He’s going to get himself killed if he doesn’t start listening to me, damnit!


Vision Statanov



Vision's response was simply to stare back, not even glaring. Just- watching. "I don't need the time. You are aware that I do not eat at this hour and never have." He sounded like he knew it was true. Sure, protocol, but Vision never ate breakfast. It was a weird habbit of his that he would sooner die than break.


Vision Statanov



Vision let out a quiet growl at the man's tone. "You think I'm stupid, do you?" He spat, not touching the food. He wasn't hungry either way. Trust a guard? In hell. All I've been treated with is disrespect, He thought bitterly, glaring at the man. He knew the drill by now. Fight against chains, wind up worse off than one already was. And one was pretty worse off if they wound up in Enthon.


Vision Statanov



Awake?

No

Asleep?

No

Help!

Not coming

They'll all die!

I know

Let me go!

When your purpose has been completed

But the fires-!

Hush

But-

ENOUGH

...

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Vision Statanov startled awake in a cold sweat, gasping for air. He struggled against the sheets until they fell to the floor in a pile. He fought against his restraints for a moment before remembering where he was. His right wrist was chained to the wall, reminding him that he was a prisoner in this hell that people called Enthon Asylum. The young man let out a whimper, sounding more like a little boy than a man. What had gotten him sent here? His ability to see the future, which was now backfiring heavily. He had known he would be sent here, but when it happened he hadn't yet known who would be stuck taking care of him and his eratic behavior.

That is to say, Vision's behavior wasn't that bad. Sure, he sometimes fainted at the most random times due to not being able to control his abilities. Sure, he woke up screaming sometimes. Sure, he had issues. But he wasn't a bad person. He may have been one of the few at Enthon who were classified as legally unstable, but he wasn't bad.

He looked around, pulling himself into a sitting position and pulling the sheet back onto the bed. He hoped his caretaker hadn't seen that. If he had- well, Vision was a bit less than a dead man. He shuddered at the thought.
Response Guiding Questions:

Why is a character behaving in the way they are?
What is that character thinking in that exact moment?
What are they feeling?
Why are they feeling that way?
@AwesomeZero5 If you have any specific ideas in mind, feel free to PM me! I do like the space pirate idea and have a character who would make it interesting. As well as an idea somewhat close to that concept.
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