Zyshi

What Are You Listening To?

Punk rock, of the type I tend to crank in my apartment because I magically share only one wall with anyone.

Like Creator, Like Character.

My characters have to share some trait of mine that allows me to connect with them when writing, but I don't tend to create a Mary Sue. Could be as simply as our taste in music, an icy but formidable temper when roused, or nonchalant attitude toward violence. Just... something which acts as a starting point in allowing me to inhabit the character.

I also don't have one that is closest to my actual personality or physical description.

Night Terrors- A Modern Horror RP

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Location: Bumfuck, USA // Interaction: @BlackXIII

Glancing up from a concerned perusal of the setting sun, Zeni's face pulled into a grimace of confused irritation at the sight of the rather unkempt gentleman waving her over like an angry Japanese grandmother. Was... was that a neckbeard? She shuddered in remembrance of the hipsters invading Chicago who somehow thought that too much facial hair and plaid shirts were the height of fashion. Adjusting her backpack higher on her shoulder, she paused briefly, allowing the weirdo to catch up as she sipped at her crack cocaine of choice and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. She found interactions with the homeless to be highly amusing at times.

It occurred to the Greek graduate student that she wasn't a particularly nice person any more... and then harrumphed, thinking she had damn good reason to find amusement where she could. Considering she carried no cash and had a climbing axe with a rather sketchy history on her, she'd take her chances. Facing the oddball head on and loosening the lid of her coffee cup, Zeni arched an eyebrow and waited, keeping an eye on the darkening sky.

Current Mood in One Gif

Word association Game!

Boobs.

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It's a mood.

Post a random fact about yourself.

-I've never have most assuredly broken a bones, and have never needed stitches.
-My favorite type of tea soda is Mountain Dew Coca-Cola Chai!
-I don't have a specific band that I listen to when I write, but I find that music does help get me in the creative mood when I've been in a writers block mood. (Yea!) {Double yea!}
-I prefer chocolate milk over strawberry milk cannot drink milk at all any more but used to drink only strawberry milk as a small child because I would only eating/drink red foods for almost two years straight.
-I'm about to turn 20; I wish! (Ummm Noooooooo...) {Nope.}
@Gunther

Meyers Briggs

Methinks that preexisting bias can exist so easily with online personality type testing - reading about the basic premise can affect one's scoring to a certain extent, even if an attempt is made to be impartial. I was a member at one of the major Meyers-Briggs forums for a few years, and there was such pride attached to categorizing oneself as a certain type, as if this wasn't supposed to be an objective assessment of personality and were instead cliques to join. It oftentimes seemed as if people gravitated toward the type they wished they were.

I agree about similar temperaments attracting one another, to a certain extent.

Night Terrors- A Modern Horror RP

Oops. Didn't realize that was a boundary violation. My mistake. -_-;;

Also, why am I listed as a Co-GM? O.O

Night Terrors- A Modern Horror RP

Just so this doesn't get buried in pages and pages of OOC down the line, BlackXIII's character...

Oswald "Oz, Ozzie" Shaw

Age:

33

Role:

Stoner (every horror movie needs one!)

Psychic:

No

Skills/Abilities of Note:

Oz is a great reader of body language and, despite the laid back way in which he typically carries himself, he can be a very persuasive individual and is surprisingly business savvy. He is also the first to jump toward practical solutions to problems, even if those solutions seem cowardly. In his business (the collecting and distributing of certain plants), he's learned to handle small firearms and can throw a punch but is, by no means, a seasoned or trained fighter. He is a novice, through and through, and typically relies on wit, resources, or his ability to run away to solve or dismiss his problems.

Willpower:

4*

Fear:

4*

Background:

Typically a guy that likes to dabble in his own supply, Ozzie is your run of the mill stoner whose life is themed around his product. Funny, opportunistic and resourceful, Oz is a pretty entertaining person to have around. After high school, Oz forwent college to jump right into business, first as a runner before creating a more entrepreneurial enterprise. Now he spends most of the time in a trashy house that he owns with people constantly trafficking in and out. (Think James Franco from Pineapple Express).
After hearing about his clients' encounters with monsters, his paranoia is at an all-time high, which leads him to self medicate even more, exacerbating an ouroboros lifestyle.

Previous Encounter/s:

No - Oz has not had any direct contact but, through his various clientele and associates, he is aware of others' stories about their own encounters. Because of this, he is very timid about being out at night and keeps a handgun with him at all times.

Resources:

Due to the shadiness of his business, Oz has a full Rolodex (figuratively speaking) of other shady people that might be willing to help in a pinch, which he has saved in his Cell Phone, an item he is tethered to 24 hours a day with plenty of various power cord adapters so that he can charge in a car, in an outlet, through a USB and even has a small powerbank. He also owns one handgun with a small supply of ammo that he mostly has for show and is never without product, a small pipe, a lighter and some papers.

Odds of Survival:

1

*these numbers are tentative and due to change at the GM/Co-GM's discretion. My main goal is to imply that Oz is fairly weak willed, but not a pushover and can be easily scared, but won't run from every fight.

Night Terrors- A Modern Horror RP

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Location: Bumfuck, USA

"I still don't see why you didn't give that last boy another chance. What was his name, Nicky?" Zeni's grandmother prodded, dashing any hope that the unsubtle when-will-you-settle-down conversation wouldn't happen this visit.

She let out a sigh on a soft breath, adjusting her grandmama's pillows the way she liked - two deep and fluffed as high they could go. Turning back, she replied, "Nico, not Nicky, yiayia, and you know he didn't visit me once in the hospital. I haven't seen him in over a year."

Her yiayia looked away, pursing her lips in the universal and intergenerational sign of passive displeasure. Thankfully, Zeni had a trump card. Helping her favorite elderly relative up from her comfy chair, the brunette slyly added, "Besides, Nico was short for Nicolo... do you really want your only grandchild to bear the last name of a Sicilian?"

It was petty to use it against her, true, but her yiayia's experiences in WWII had engendered a longstanding, rather impressively seething hatred of many things - including (but not limited to) Italians. Yiayia narrowed her eyes and spat to the side, sniffing delicately and dropping the subject. Zeni escorted her to bed and turned on the DVD of "House, M.D." she'd brought for her, letting herself out after a big hug and yiayia extracting a promise to take her out for breakfast the next morning at the Greasy Spoon. Exiting her grandmama's cozy bungalow located in the town center of Nowhere, she headed straight for the only coffeeshop she'd found so far, surprising the barista as he swept the floor in preparation for closing.

"I know you're about to close, but would you mind?" She murmured, tilting her head to the side with a wry smile. He nodded, eyes widening almost comically a moment later when she ordered a depth charge. Pulling her bulky cardigan closer around her slight form, Zeni strolled down the street, sipping her drink with a satisfied hum. With the sun slowly lowering toward the western horizon, casting a rather pastoral glow on everything, she wondered again why her grandmother insisted on moving here five years ago. Nothing ever happened here, not really...