Dioxide

'How does it feel to be different?' [Dioxide x Caits]

Probably just not used to bigger, newer things

He said that post was long.

HAHAH

LONG?

NOT LONG AT ALL

'How does it feel to be different?' [Dioxide x Caits]

You wrote a great post in reply to Oliver

I'm only talking about him because I did a collab with him in another RP, then one day he just disappeared hahah

'How does it feel to be different?' [Dioxide x Caits]

Haha, I just visited reading up on your Walking Dead RP with Oliver's argument about 2 months ago hahaha

That was quite interesting

𝐀𝐁𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄

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“Very, very cute…” Quayhoggr spoke in Martian, hushed and rugged, when denied his glass of hot milk. He surveyed the inventory of the bar presented to him and he noted that he had had a taste of all of them - he remembered the Saturnian Sxht'Wathur being not that bad, even, regardless on the play on words. So when he legitimately asked for the white, nutritional liquid from the mammary glands of a mammal, he thought he’d at least be respected of his choice, for the lack of choice. Yet, for the rejection, like many things he finds intriguing and compelling, he called it “cute”.

He wouldn’t have minded the decline, but Quayhoggr was not in a particularly happy mood. On one hand, it was exhausting being him, constantly looking and observing things as a reflex rather than emote or option. On the other, it’s the one bounty they captured having committed seppuku that’s got him and the entire crew down. Poole, the giant of a man, was walking over to the jukebox across the room. Not saying a word, Quayhoggr winced and tightened his eyes, not unlike a camera whose aperture narrows to sharpen its focus. Unfortunately, with the behemoth in the way, he could only see the few alien graphemes jutting out the view on the sides. Looking back to everyone, Jeremiah looking like he was mixing alcohol and his drugs - not like it wasn’t obvious that he has a drug problem, Quayhoggr having surmised upon many inspections, though he kept it to himself for now - and the others having their own form of silent solemnity, reflection, and rest, Quayhoggr just kept a still face. Let them brood. he thought.

He brooded as well. Deevee remembered staring through the glass opening of the door, the room where they had held their capture. Everyone had left to return to their quarters when he just stood there, looking at him. Admiring him. Dissecting him. He wanted to know more: the man’s IQ, his taste in literature, his choice of words, his everything. He was the perhaps the last one to watch him. In a way, he felt and latched onto that tiny bit of responsibility that he could have prevented their capture’s death. It brought back that tang of uselessness being just the team’s linguist, and nothing more.

His attention was brought back to the dark room when Jeremiah dropped his drink, the plastic glass thudding the floor, spilling the engineer’s drink.

He shuffled in his barstool to face the barman, his coat ruffling against itself, the stool producing a sharp metal sound of its weakened state. In Martian tongue, he spoke:

“Another whiskey for this man, and can I please have my hot milk?”

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The Destined (Soulmate RP)

Salahari!!!!

𝐀𝐁𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄

Quayhoggr Deevee

_{We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness —and call it love— true love.}

Name

Quayhoggr Deevee

Age

27

Appearance

Quayhoggr is a very generic person in appearance. “Just open up Folder A, Subfolder 1, insert [small eyes] then we’re good.” his favourite, sad joke about himself. Average height and skin colour make him unpronounced in crowds. His hair looks unkempt but really it is uncared for, past his idea of what is considered important. His clothes speak of him as a civilian that wants to be prepared for the worst of weather at any time, yet the attire has to be feasible for comfort and ease: he dons a trench coat with numerous pockets to speak of over his simple long-sleeve cotton shirt and work trousers - such a style that beckons and demands a change to make him less dull. A satchel hangs over his shoulder and lays calmly on his back, for he is not ever without several notebooks of keynotes, stationary, and maybe a weapon or two.

Traits

Eccentric and Obsessive: One does not arrive to his calibre of skill-set without being slightly deranged, pedantic, and fussy. This trait manifests through his entire personality, from having weird outbursts of high energy , crossing interactional boundaries, and possessing an unquenchable desire to experience anything he has never experienced.

Genius and Easily Bored: His obsessiveness is matched only by his high IQ. He is the personification of “having a scientific mind with an artistic soul,” being able to acquiring so much knowledge as well as be able to process, dissect, and organize them very well.

With basically a computer for a brain, he becomes easily bored of daily life and many minor, this explains the first trait he has.

Amoral: Quayhoggr has forsaken pretty much his basic acceptance or even knowledge of what is right or wrong in place for pursuit of “more interesting things to take in.” An unfortunate trait, that he could be the nicest guy with an empty heart.

To put it in another perspective, he has little care for ‘trivial things” and is fascinated by the many processes of the world. If a person dies, Deevee cares for people’s genuine physical reaction rather than consider the emotional and social significance.

Strengths

Linguist: Deevee showed promise and prowess in mastering many different languages ever since the age of three.

The theory is for any accomplishment for acquisition of a language, it is less about exercising grammar really well rather than it is more about having the intuitive, cognitive sense to know how to speak it well. Deevee has shown during his training that this intuition comes so quickly and rapidly to him that learning a new alien tongue takes less than a week, if not a few days.

In this case, he has mastered many of the galactic languages such as English, Japanese, Martian, and Titanean, with moderate - and currently working to develop - fluencies in Mandarin Chinese and Spanish. He is familiar with most scripts and writing styles, as well as reproducing certain dialectal sounds and accents - so much so that he often speaks for hours and days in another tongue.

Communicator: Learning a language lends the ability to look into human nature. Deevee is a fanatic and sometimes evangelist for different cultures, histories, customs, ideals, and values. This skill makes any communication with any stranger less uncomfortable for he does not prescribe before analyzing. He is completely immune to ideological predispositions, and his open mind is flexible and ever-accepting.

This has even led him to be really good at playing with people, be it through their emotions, lying, misdirection, and even acting. Deceptive, and lethal, but only when he wants to be.

Collector/Archivist: Hoarding mementos, relics, trophies, the sorts, is something of a predilection of his. This has given him a great mental stamina so much so that he could go on for days without sleep in pursuit for the perfection of his craft. His attention to detail matched only by his fluid verbal and written prose.

Plus, Deevee does not have a fantastic memory nor a great recall in fact. His intuition for language is insane. His retention of many things might as well not exist, however, thus spawning the practised competence as a librarian of sorts.

Weaknesses

All Brain. No Brawn: It is as it is: Deevee is a nerd with no combat training, weapons training, nor vehicle training whatsoever. He has been known to delegate these duties to other people, having his cryptic brain kept safe.

Overpowering Curiosity: Curiosity killed the cat and it could kill Deevee one day. In the start of a shootout, he is the first to run and hide, but by golly is his desire to see the scene of the shootout going to make him stick his head out to watch. This weakness of his has made him irritable to figure out the answer, and decisions will be based solely on a cultural utilitarian point of view. Nosy, impatient, indefatigable, he can be very demanding.

Knows no Bounds: It would be brutally wrong to say that Quayhoggr is socially inept, for his line of work demands that he knows lots of different social cues. It is better to say he is daring to cross boundaries, and feels that consequences and expectations are arbitrary and temporary. “If the people of this culture could do it, why shouldn’t we?” he would think.

Periodic Self-loathing Quayhoggr’s want for other things has made him detached and miss out on most relationship development and his own Jupiterian origin. There are people by his side but they might never pass the level of “acquaintance,” not by fault of him not wanting to, but because of not knowing how to. He has a deep-seeded expectation that people ought to be accepting and wanting of him, but when the assumption does not meet the reality, sadness, loneliness, and self-hating come in.

As for his origins, he believes that the way of life that his background had set out for him is a prison-like sentence of deteriorating staleness.

𝐀𝐁𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄

Discord, for sure!

'How does it feel to be different?' [Dioxide x Caits]

The form that was Gershwin quickly destroyed the earthen hand with ease with its razor claws, yet it was quickly replaced with another hand right behind Gershwin, hoping to crush the being in between. Thy's control of the earth was amazing and fast - unlike everything people have seen about giants in movies, moving all slow and sluggish. They were blindingly quick.

Clasped in between two fists, the monster sprouted huge tendrils and extended its carapace, like those of a sea urchin.

In the meanwhile, Dara's mind, whose body is hidden and protected deep beneath the earth, sought out the light being's mind, hoping to "grab" it and pull away the being's literal soul out of his body.

The Destined (Soulmate RP)

49 new posts since I last checked hahahah

The Destined (Soulmate RP)

I haven't an idea on how to introduce my character to interact with you lot hahah

All I've said was that George and master blacksmith are there to showcase their wares and open people's hearts to Salahari craftsmanship. xD