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Moonfiend

Well, I finally made my first post in a month! Yay, productivity.

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A great calm settled over Moth as a cool, damp breeze tousled his blond hair and made his eyes water. Sunlight filtered through the chamber from somewhere far above, casting a rainbow of reflections across the towering stone monoliths as they pulsed silently throughout the massive cavern.

Dizzy, Moth was speechless as the tiny Queen embraced him and Katrina joyously, her words floating around him without him hearing. As various people clamored for her attention, he slipped away. A small old woman had joined them at some point, flustered and out of breath as she gaped openly at the Queen's presence. Moth passed her, walking to the edge of a smooth, flat stone surface that jutted out over the sandy cavern floor and fell heavily to a sitting position with his legs hanging over the edge. He still had the shield on his left arm, the pair of boots clutched tightly in his right. He pulled off the shield and his shoes and set them aside, slipping on the combat boots with slight apprehension. Again, memories flooded back of a decade gone by. The gruff, rhythmic chanting filled his ears and the intertwined lights and shadows around him grew stronger, alternating white and black like people hurling themselves forward and backward in a furious mob...

He tied the laces as he had been taught back then, snapping them tightly into several knots and tucking the laces in. He stared at his new boots and the modern world flowed back to him. He could still hear the others talking over each other excitedly somewhere behind him. That old woman. So there were others who yet lived. If there were others not on the Wall that morning who were still moving, then...

Moth stood abruptly, shaking. If the Queen could create a portal to bring them there, then she could definitely send them elsewhere in Periphery. The lower residential district. Moth had to go to the residential district. He had to know. He had to hope.

He swallowed, hard, and picked up his shield and tattered shoes and walked back to the group. His gait slowed and he breathed out in a quiver. He nearly sobbed with relief. For the first time that day Moth felt himself relax. For the moment, they were safe. The towering violet and gold machines just behind the group attested to that. The mile-high cave was obscenely beautiful, once Moth actually took notice of it, and the combat boots were damn comfortable. His stomach vibrated angrily.

If the Queen was granting requests, Moth planned on first asking for lunch.

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Okay, eventually. Busy weekend, busy week, once I've slept enough I'll be ready. I know what I want to post, and I just need time to get it into words. I really love the new scenery by the way! I've been looking for music to match the mood it's put me in.

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Hello @Arty Fox, you and your character seem awesome! I think we're balanced now with three male dudes and three female dudes. And Commander GM!

When I get to start eating and sleeping again this weekend I'll make a post. =D

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Ok then. One month after the last mod post, this is the cutoff. I'mma continue -- as soon as I know what to do. xD

Although, right now it seems Liam and Vincent are in a small argument about who will be the last one out?

@Mokley

I'd say pick up with everyone stepping through the portal. Maybe Liam and Vincent try to shoulder past each other and get stuck in the doorway? =D

I got Darkrai today. I'm happy but also sad because I haven't bothered to get any of the other monthly legendaries they've given out this year so far and I'm at the point where I'm becoming obsessive about Pokemon again. This is my first one since Silver and I'm addicted and I need help please help.

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OKAY I'M BACK FROM MY MINI VACATION, WHAT'S EVERYONE BEEN UP TO? =D

Oh. Okay. I'll go catch more Pokemon then.

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I myself have nothing planned! I'm at the point where I'm ready for another mod post. Or a couple more character posts, hint hint. =P I'll be out of town again from this weekend until midweek, yay!

On Tour Where No Man Has Gone Before (Sci Fi, Rock n' Roll, Parody)

Renaissance Piper, Hippie Keyboardist

Name: Renaissance Piper
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Birthplace: Black Rock Desert, Nevada
Instruments played: Rock Organ, Keyboard, Synthesizer, Piano

Physical Description: He stands six feet tall and is incredibly thin and long-limbed, with curly black hair which falls halfway down his back, large and perfect white teeth, and dull hazel eyes that seem to never quite focus on anything in front of him. He has Marfan's Syndrome, which gives him extremely long, thin limbs and fingers, which is an advantage when he plays the organ. Informal wear tends to consist of t-shirts, cargo pants, and sandals, all black, with a lot of black leather accessories like arm guards and collars. On stage, he wears a full-body black leotard, completely wrapped in a rainbow of long silk scarves that make him look like a long-haired peacock. He may switch out some colors if he wants to lean towards a certain shade, but otherwise it's his iconic look. His scarf collection is rumored to number in the thousands.

Skillset: He has little knowledge of musical notation or terms. Ask him to find middle C on a keyboard and he'll stare at you blankly. He plays by “communing with the infinite,” as he calls it, usually by waiting for his band mates to work out a basic song structure before filling it in with rock organ. Other times, he goes off on his own, spending days locked in his music room making strange and unearthly music; he returns with hours of weird and nearly impossible organ sounds, most of which is not fit for humanity. Some of it, though, is so beautiful, so awesome, so ROCKIN, that it had to be included in the band's album.

He is a genius-level mathematician but probably doesn't realize it. Going without a drink for too long makes him see numbers floating in the air and freaks him out.

History: Ren was born to a pair of spaced-out former hippie punks. His parents were part of many popular music genres throughout the past few decades; hippies in the 60s, punks in the 70s, New Wave fans in the 80s, and even grunge in the 90s. In 1992 they thought they were part of a spontaneous hippie commune, but they just happened to be wandering the desert in north Nevada when Burning Man happened. During Burning Man, Renaissance Piper happened. Birthed by a three-hundred-pound midwife in combat boots named Daisy, he slid into a world covered in sand and filled with colorful freaks.

His parents loved him, but didn't understand him. While they were pushing him to connect with the world and “commune with the infinite space-time cognizance,” he would be in his room listening to Rachmaninov. Public school was uneventful and he made no friends and found little to enjoy besides the time he spent alone playing piano.

He has had no formal piano training besides one course he took at a community college. His instructor, an incredibly tiny and shriveled old woman, told him he had excellent rhythm but needed discipline to focus his talents. When she started assigning letters to the keys, he gave up and quit the class.

After graduating high school at the very middle of his class, he took a number of odd jobs ranging from dishwasher to bank teller to assistant snake wrangler and eventually drunken busker. One fateful night, with his face stuck to the counter at a nightclub by his own inebriated drool, he was awakened by the sound of a guitar coming from somewhere near the stage. A sound that filled him with inexplicable desire and shot fire through his soul...

And then he was kicked out by security for being wasted. Disappointed and disenchanted, he spent the next day wandering his small Nevada town until he noticed a flier for a rock band. Members wanted. Ren wasn't sure if most rock bands had keyboardists, but considering what the previous night had made him feel, he figured it was worth a shot.

Psychological Profile: Says he suffers form a debilitating mental condition known as “Knurd,” the opposite of Drunk. He is naturally extremely sober and too in-touch with reality, and must have several stiff alcoholic drinks every morning just to function like a normal human being. He insists it's a real thing. Really.

He is generally a very happy and friendly person, but very introverted. Although he does have a legion of fans and apparently a very active sex life, he would rather spend time playing music alone than going out partying. The only people he has ever really connected with are his band mates.

When questioned about his sexual preferences, he will exclaim loudly to everyone nearby that he is “OMNISEXUAL except not interested in women.”

Equipment:

• Hammond Sk-1
• Roland AX-Synth (black, left-handed)
• Custom-made dual-manual pyrophone with nearly a hundred organ stops
• Over a thousand silk scarves in a large number of colors and patterns

Yes, and: Claus is many things Ren is not. He has a very outward and even crude personality, is extremely successful at a wide variety of things, and speaks with a British accent. Strangely, Ren appreciates the uncomplicated manner in which Claus approaches life. He's an absolute hedonist and singular force of nature, sure, but Claus lets nothing get in the way of his deepest desires. Claus calls him “hippie freak” and Ren calls him “drunken asshole.” They have an understanding.

On Tour Where No Man Has Gone Before (Sci Fi, Rock n' Roll, Parody)

@HeySeussI spent the past few hours putting this together from scratch. I should eat breakfast.

Renaissance Piper, Keyboardist

Name: Renaissance Piper
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Birthplace: Black Rock Desert, Nevada
Instruments played: Rock Organ, Keyboard, Synthesizer, Piano
 
Physical Description: He stands six feet tall and is incredibly thin and long-limbed, with curly black hair which falls halfway down his back, large and perfect white teeth, and dull hazel eyes that seem to never quite focus on anything in front of him. He has Marfan's Syndrome, which gives him extremely long, thin limbs and fingers, which is an advantage when he plays the organ. Informal wear tends to consist of t-shirts, cargo pants, and sandals, all black, with a lot of black leather accessories like arm guards and collars. On stage, he wears a full-body black leotard, completely wrapped in a rainbow of long silk scarves that make him look like a long-haired peacock. He may switch out some colors if he wants to lean towards a certain shade, but otherwise it's his iconic look. His scarf collection is rumored to number in the thousands.

Skillset: He has little knowledge of musical notation or terms. Ask him to find middle C on a keyboard and he'll stare at you blankly. He plays by “communing with the infinite,” as he calls it, usually by waiting for his band mates to work out a basic song structure before filling it in with rock organ. Other times, he goes off on his own, spending days locked in his music room making strange and unearthly music; he returns with hours of weird and nearly impossible organ sounds, most of which is not fit for humanity. Some of it, though, is so beautiful, so awesome, so ROCKIN, that it had to be included in the band's album.

He is a genius-level mathematician but probably doesn't realize it. Going without a drink for too long makes him see numbers floating in the air and freaks him out.

History: Ren was born to a pair of spaced-out former hippie punks. His parents were part of many popular music genres throughout the past few decades; hippies in the 60s, punks in the 70s, New Wave fans in the 80s, and even grunge in the 90s. In 1992 they thought they were part of a spontaneous hippie commune, but they just happened to be wandering the desert in north Nevada when Burning Man happened. During Burning Man, Renaissance Piper happened. Birthed by a three-hundred-pound midwife in combat boots named Daisy, he slid into a world covered in sand and filled with colorful freaks.

His parents loved him, but didn't understand him. While they were pushing him to connect with the world and “commune with the infinite space-time cognizance,” he would be in his room listening to Rachmaninov. Public school was uneventful and he made no friends and found little to enjoy besides the time he spent alone playing piano.

He has had no formal piano training besides one course he took at a community college. His instructor, an incredibly tiny and shriveled old woman, told him he had excellent rhythm but needed discipline to focus his talents. When she started assigning letters to the keys, he gave up and quit the class.

After graduating high school at the very middle of his class, he took a number of odd jobs ranging from dishwasher to bank teller to assistant snake wrangler and eventually drunken busker. One fateful night, with his face stuck to the counter at a nightclub by his own inebriated drool, he was awakened by the sound of a guitar coming from somewhere near the stage. A sound that filled him with inexplicable desire and shot fire through his soul...

And then he was kicked out by security for being wasted. Disappointed and disenchanted, he spent the next day wandering his small Nevada town until he noticed a flier for a rock band. Members wanted. Ren wasn't sure if most rock bands had keyboardists, but considering what the previous night had made him feel, he figured it was worth a shot.

Psychological Profile: Says he suffers form a debilitating mental condition known as “Knurd,” the opposite of Drunk. He is naturally extremely sober and too in-touch with reality, and must have several stiff alcoholic drinks every morning just to function like a normal human being. He insists it's a real thing. Really.

He is generally a very happy and friendly person, but very introverted. Although he does have a legion of fans and apparently a very active sex life, he would rather spend time playing music alone than going out partying. The only people he has ever really connected with are his band mates.

When questioned about his sexual preferences, he will exclaim loudly to everyone nearby that he is “OMNISEXUAL except not interested in women.”

Equipment: 

• Hammond Sk-1
• Roland AX-Synth (black, left-handed)
• Custom-made dual-manual pyrophone with nearly a hundred organ stops
• Over a thousand silk scarves in a large number of colors and patterns

Yes, and: Claus is many things Ren is not. He has a very outward and even crude personality, is extremely successful at a wide variety of things, and speaks with a British accent. Strangely, Ren appreciates the uncomplicated manner in which Claus approaches life. He's an absolute hedonist and singular force of nature, sure, but Claus lets nothing get in the way of his deepest desires. Claus calls him “hippie freak” and Ren calls him “drunken asshole.” They have an understanding.

On Tour Where No Man Has Gone Before (Sci Fi, Rock n' Roll, Parody)

I'm a huge fan of classic rock and metal, scifi, and Douglas Adams. I've even created characters for bands before. I'd love to take part in this!