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NOTICE: I NEED TO PUT EVERYTHING ON HOLD. I'M MOVING! I'LL BE WITHOUT INTERNET FOR A WHILE. SORRY GUYS. AT LEAST I'M NOT DEAD.
7 yrs ago
What do you mean it's 'not healthy' to use a four hour nap in the afternoon as an excuse to stay up the rest of the night
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7 yrs ago
Sometimes I wonder why I have back problems, then I remember that I spent ~10 hours a day sitting down...
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7 yrs ago
I just want a nap, and perhaps some pineapple pizza...damn my gluten intolerance.
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8 yrs ago
Finals are kicking my ass
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Bio
You can call me Zero.
Self-identifying gay furry.
My roleplaying skills are a bit rusty, but I have been writing since I was eight. I think that with enough time, I can become an excellent roleplaying partner. All I ask for is your patience - I am still getting used to this website, after all.
Current interests: Sci-fi/Fantasy, robots, movies, and books. Favorite books: We Need to Talk About Kevin, House of Leaves, A Clockwork Orange, Good Omens, The Long Walk Favorite movies: Scott Pilgrim vs. The World, The Cornetto Trilogy, Heathers, American Psycho
It had taken them a moment to truly take in not only the amount of people in this building but the diversity; from mechanical spirit-creatures that clicked and whirred with clockwork parts to blobby dragon-shaped creatures producing slurred speech as it downed another odd-colored beverage. Well, if nothing else everyone looked...nonthreatening.
Their hand left their pouch.
Pridopus walked the rest of the way inside and began the slow stride to the bar. They...honestly had no clue who to ask for something to eat, but if nothing else maybe they could down something fruity enough to fill their stomach for now. The clockwork creature was shaking the hand of the plain man, and Pridopus didn't want to make things awkward by interrupting. After all, if things got nasty than two against one would be absolutely terrifying on a floating rock-island.
What about that self-possessed lady, the one who'd been speaking just now? Pridopus was rather drawn to the calming blue of her clothing.
They walked up to her, head cast down, and, in a voice muffled heavily by the cloth over their face, asked,
Basically, no objections to the wendigo piece, but I also want to make sure there are balances.
Let's say that my wendigo character feels that he was forced into this shadowy monster network unfairly (in the sense that he was in a survival situation in which the consumption of human flesh was an inevitable factor that led to his survival), and, stuck in this hideous form, detests the system's insistence that he stay in hiding. Could he be on the side of Nemsemet?
The figure, who at this point was going by the alias Pridopus, stopped with comical suddenness. They weren't expecting to be spotted so...quickly. They turned around, eyes frantically scanning the area outside for an escape - but...oh.
There was nothing outside.
The restaurant seemed to be floating atop a tiny plot of land in an endless void of stars, planets, and ancient galaxies. How- how were they even breathing?
Pridopus decided not to pursue it. One thing that they had learned from their frequent interstellar travels was that if you come across something that you do not understand, just don't think about it. Thinking too hard about things made you vulnerable, and besides, you were very, very unlikely to actually learn much of anything. Especially when you are liable to POMPF into a completely different plane of existence at any moment.
Pridopus spun back around, walked in. The door closed behind them with spine-rattling finality. Their hand had still not left their leather pouch. Their hood fell slightly over their eyes as they took a passing glance at it, and their other hand came back up to push it back. They looked back in the direction of the voice: a genial enough face, if unremarkable. They felt the tension from their shoulders loosen.
Appearance: Coming up at a measly 5'1 with brown eyes stuck behind the perpetually smudged glasses she wears, Ai is, outwardly, about as threatening as a dandelion. Her hair is a plain brown color, bobbed a few inches above her shoulders, with the only thing resembling "style" being a quick comb-through behind the ears. She dresses unnecessarily nicely no matter what the occasion - wrinkle-free button-down shirts combined with a pair of dark jeans, stud earrings, and heeled boots (not to compensate for height or anything, of course not!) are a wardrobe staple. Her build is lightly pudgy from the sweet tooth she was cursed with.
Personality: Ai likes to portray herself as being an easygoing person who is quick to action and slow to anger.
Unfortunately, this is often not the case.
No, Ai has inherited quite the temper from her mother, and as a result can be particularly cruel to those she sees as "inferior" to her intellect. A hard atheist, she sees no reason to believe in "childish things" like religion - or the occult. But more on that later. She is incredibly narcissistic, and this is obvious from one's very first interaction with her. She'll go into completely "pompous ass" mode, in which she pulls out every ounce of sesquipedalian loquaciousness she has to impress you. If you pass her "check", she may lower her guard and act more like, well, a human person. And if you don't? Well, prepare to be treated like the scum of the earth.
But if one is resilient enough to get a little bit closer to her (or, perhaps, if she thinks you're cute), a wholly different side emerges. When Ai sets down all pretenses of superiority, she becomes what she truly is: an insecure wreck who pushes away others to protect herself. Around these select few people, her jokes will soften; her body language will loosen; you might even catch a glimpse of that small, sincere smile, the one she usually masks with a scoffing sort of grin.
...But she's much more likely to just be an ass.
History Her family history is about as vanilla as it can get, aside from the divorce of her parents. They have quite a bit of tension between them; her father threw himself into his work, while time seemed to stop for her mother. Since her mother can barely take care of herself, it is Ai who must keep up with things such as cooking and the rent while they feed off of child support money.
For years now, Ai has become increasingly dissatisfied with what she sees as a "boring, cookie-cutter life". She took up the guitar in attempts to make herself more interesting - but, fearing rejection, never plays it in front of others, let alone lets anyone know she has one.
Then she took up cryptography, which proved to be so interesting that she practically went into a month-long frenzy of codes, codes, codes, until she lost steam. She'll still scribble down a Caesar or two, but not the the fervor she once held.
The next logical step in the quest for the recognition she deserves was the student paper, which among its pages upon pages of sappy love-poems and angsty "open letters" towards society or whatever had the sorry lack of true intellectual material. So, she began to submit her essays: long-winded, arrogant, but ultimately coherent enough to warrant frequent publication. Hey, if nothing else it padded out the papers. Now they were big enough to be used as doorstops!
...And then she got bored. And when she first heard that voice over the school's loudspeakers tittering on about something as absurd as an Occult Club, she couldn't resist some old fashioned debunking. Yes, she'd show these blind sheep how the world really works...
Skills - Writing nonfiction, such as essays; she is a frequent name in the student paper - Quite good at recognizing patterns and cracking codes - Is moderately 'okay' at the guitar
Other - Unsure of her sexuality - Allergic to cats - Secretly listens to grunge rock - Has unironically worn a fedora - Creates codes in her spare time to the point that almost all of her school supplies are covered in ciphers - Has a vast database of obscure and completely useless trivia
You can call me Zero.
Self-identifying gay furry.
My roleplaying skills are a bit rusty, but I have been writing since I was eight. I think that with enough time, I can become an excellent roleplaying partner. All I ask for is your patience - I am still getting used to this website, after all.
Current interests: Sci-fi/Fantasy, robots, movies, and books.
Favorite books: We Need to Talk About Kevin, House of Leaves, A Clockwork Orange, Good Omens, The Long Walk
Favorite movies: Scott Pilgrim vs. The World, The Cornetto Trilogy, Heathers, American Psycho
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">You can call me Zero. <br><br>Self-identifying gay furry. <br><br>My roleplaying skills are a bit rusty, but I have been writing since I was eight. I think that with enough time, I can become an excellent roleplaying partner. All I ask for is your patience - I am still getting used to this website, after all.<br><br>Current interests: Sci-fi/Fantasy, robots, movies, and books.<br>Favorite books: We Need to Talk About Kevin, House of Leaves, A Clockwork Orange, Good Omens, The Long Walk<br>Favorite movies: Scott Pilgrim vs. The World, The Cornetto Trilogy, Heathers, American Psycho</div>