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Post by Kor on Feb 22, 2020 10:00:46 GMT -6
*leaves my discord status green so you know i'm choosing to ignore your weird unnecessary dm*
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Post by Kor on Feb 25, 2020 23:04:59 GMT -6
Straitjacket au Chris but it's actually Chime, possibly chained up beneath the jacket. The missing persons report? Oh simple it's because I escaped my padded cell. But really... With a smug look, Chris is dead. She has been for years. Oh, I know, you wonder if that's more of the esoteric nonsense Chris was prone to in her last days. But you don't have to worry about that; because it's not Chris speaking.
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Post by Kor on Mar 7, 2020 16:33:30 GMT -6
think it's time lads :v( A confident, dramatic and highly talented duelist, Lancaster Jackwell I feels his best when he's on the edge. That's why he loves risking his life - you know, for the funsies!
Name: Lancaster Jackwell I Aliases: Ri Daviau II, Riri, Lancaster Daviau, Cassie, Lan Age: 36 Pronouns: He/him
APPEARANCE - About 6'1", very slim, all bone and muscle. Thick black hair reaches the small of his back and is usually braided back. - Wearing a gaudy purple jacket lined with teal and knee high boots. He wears a pair of hand axes and a shortsword. - Brown skin, long face, thin dark eyes. Eyebrows always sit like he's sad despite his resting face's calm smile. - Ears are pointed, but not particularly long. Has the beginnings of a beard on his chin. - Among other scars, he's missing his left pinkie finger. *casual sword tricks*. - Could probably pass for being in his late twenties instead of mid thirties. Has an extremely soft and smooth voice.
PERSONALITY - Vibes are dramatic, suave, and aloof. Exceptionally confident, particularly when it comes to swordsmanship. - Charming and hard to bother, good at laughing things off. - Loves a good challenge and loves a good show; Not *too* sore of a loser and will throw fights for the entertainment value. Might whine about it though. - Easily bored. Doesn't want to work. A little stupid. Not especially tactful. - So affectionate and loyal. Trying to suppress it under being cool and untouchable and in mortal danger, frequently. - Morals are entirely governed by "would doing this disappoint [person I respect]?" and "but I like them though"
HISTORY Raised by and named after his mother, Ri "Dav" Daviau in small dock town Avernock; Father Russ Linfoot allegedly faked his own death. He joined Dav working on the docks and she chose his new name for him when he came out. Dav passed away when Lan was barely twenty. Needing to leave home, he joined the crew of trading vessel The Silver Coin; Captain Orion Blitz would tell you they fished him out of the harbour and gave him a job. The Coin's crew would be his family for years; Among them, his closest friend, ex-pirate Ellis Jackwell, who taught him to use a sword. They dueled for the crew's entertainment and Ellis was the only person Lan considers a better swordarm than himself. The first and only time he ever beat her, he won the right to wear her name. Ellis would pass shortly after. Unable to stay where he was, Lancaster took his sword and set off alone. He's been making a big deal of himself for two years now, fighting in Dunwich's Pit and taking mercenary work. Post campaign baby boy's hubby became a demon lord. Hopefully buddy-copping around with Aspen for a couple years. Probably still travelling, but not looking for so much trouble anymore.
TRIVIA - Ambidextrous - Ellis was the one who took his finger off (by mistake!) - Handwriting is garbage. never cared for writing anyway. - Pleasant singing voice, but quiet enough that he'll stick to sword tricks, thank you. - Coping mechanism when upset is total withdrawal <3. - Would prefer a sudden death to a peaceful one. - Names are important to him. Gender is not. - Made June 10 2017.
MUSIC When Night Becomes Day - Finish Ticket | Trying to make a lifetime worth it, but I worry it'll bleed me dry Jump into the Fog - The Wombats | I just hope it's your bones that shatter, not mine The Man - The Killers | I know the direction, the lay of the land, I know the score like the back of my hand Let's Face It I'm Cute - 11 Acorn Lane | Concur, admit, concede, and face it! Drink - The Happy Fits | Throw all your worries away, don’t ever stay No God - The Dear Hunter | No fear of dying keeps me alive Bad Decisions - Bastille | So we'll make the same mistakes 'till the morning breaks Newton's First - The Altogether | If you give me twenty bars, I’ll write a hit, but give me love and I’ll mishandle it Lost Stars - Adam Levine | Please don't see just a boy caught up in dreams and fantasies Rock N Roll Will Break Your Heart - The Fratellis | Oh sweetheart these nights were made for me, still so far from where I long to be Wetsuit - The Vaccines | If at some point we all succumb, for goodness sake let us be young
2 Young 2 Die - Hippo Campus | Everyone thinks that they're too young to die
ALTERNATE UNIVERSES Dunwich Paranormal Society (modern AU): Lancaster's a slutty adult with no job who joins a goddamn ghost hunting webseries. Absolutely wild fashion sense. Has a shaved side and hoop earrings and probably still carries a sword. Jake and her massive playlist too I think ➤ JACQUELIN-KINGSLEY HOLLYWELL - AKA Jake - 20 (01/19/1998), she/her, any
➤ APPEARANCE - Fair-skinned and slightly freckled skinny young adult. Pale brown hair hangs a bit past her shoulders, straight but often oily or tangled. - Defined face (x, x, x), brownish grey eyes framed by messy eyebrows. - Oversized baggy clothes, grungy shit in dull colours; Either wears ugly man sandals or beat-up hiking boots. - Always has a clunky pair of headphones on her as well as a lighter and cigarettes; Smells like nicotine, men's body wash, and pine. - Physically expressive, but doesn't smile often and speaks with a frankly impressive deadpan, sounds ontarian. - Spotted with old stitches and little burn scars
➤ PERSONALITY - Real quiet - comes off as mysterious on campus but just mostly doesn't see a point in talking. All the better since she's kind of a dick. Used to being alone, lives with it. - Also just awful at communicating - can't form meaningful sentences without preparing them beforehand. - Goofy when she opens up and ride or die for anyone she's close with - only has a temper when defending someone else or herself. Skips the insults phase and jumps straight to throwing hands. - Analytical mind, level-headed under pressure and not prone to panicking. Doesn't stop her from having dumbass teenager ideas. - Flaky; Willing to cooperate as long as she agrees it's important, but if she doesn't, liable to walk out without saying anything. - Shirks responsibility; Firm believer that nobody should care about what she does as long as it's not hurting them. Hates being blamed. - A realist to an almost unhealthy degree; Might have schizoid personality disorder, but wholly uninterested in any diagnoses.
➤ HISTORY Jake was born in and grew up in Sudbury, Ontario. Her brother, Matthew, is a good six years older than her, and they were never that close. Their parents had a rough time raising the both of them, Matt always a troublemaker and Jake generally not looking to engage with them. Her family was a bit religious, but as Jake grew up she didn't really have any of that. When she was around thirteen, she found out a couple months after it happened that Matthew had been arrested. Her parents left her alone after that, as long as she stayed out of jail. She never found out what Matt was arrested for. Jake had only one good friend growing up, Alfie Bryne - they're still close and she'd throw hands for him in an instant. She worked part-time most of high school and worked full-time for a year after that to buy a car, get into school, and get her own place with Al. She immediately split town and immediately destroyed her car crashing into moose. She was uninjured, and it quickly became obvious that wasn't the only miracle going on. Jake learned that the "moose" she'd crashed into was Kichi Manido, the guardian protector of her school's island and its magic inhabitants. Until Kichi Manido recovers in one year's time, it's Jake's duty to protect the island from evil forces, yknow, like the government. She wonders how long it'll be before she fucks it up for good. (After finishing her service and losing her powers, Jake finishes school and leaves the island, spending most of her life working travelling jobs writing and never owning a home besides her car. She returns to the island after being diagnosed with and denying treatment for lung cancer.)
➤TRIVIA - Monster of the Week Divine Archetype - Capricorn sun, Libra moon - Left-handed; Messy handwriting, doesn't care if you can't read it, crosses things out instead of erasing. Can write really well in cursive, though - liked learning it in school and never forgot - Doesn't like religion or police, if you're religious police you're an enemy. Full-on phobia of being arrested, actually. - Stoner and nicotine addict - Username of choice is jkhllywll - Ticklish but you'll never take her alive - Made Sep 17 2018
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🍂 Sugartooth - Brandi Carlile - He was a liar, but not a fraud, living proof that there was no god 🍂 Mr. Redundant - Rainbow Kitten Surprise - I kept on writing songs that I knew you'd come to hate if you ever knew what they were about 🍂 Stargazer - Nap Eyes - If I go down, I'm not taking you with me; it's only myself in the end 🍂 Ballad for Janoski - The Dead South - We will play his games until we play them all 🍂 Exxus - Glass Animals - Take a toke of his wet cigarette, he picks your brains, you stub it on his chest 🍂 Blue Lights - Jorja Smith - There's no need to run if you've done nothing wrong 🍂 Personal Jesus - Depeche Mode - Take second best, put me to the test 🍂 Reservoir - PUP - It isn't apathy, I just don't care if I die; My lungs are killing me, I didn't even get high 🍂 Burn - Alkaline Trio - Intending to burn, pretending to fight it; Everyone learns faster on fire 🍂 King of Anything - Beartooth - I'm not the one to worship and I'm not the one to blame 🍂 Right Before My Eyes (Unpeeled) - Cage the Elephant - I fell through the floor, I couldn't take it anymore 🍂 You are a Star - Citizen - Don't let me down 🍂 I Can't Lie - Russ - Because I know someone died tonight, but I'm alive, this my proof 🍂 Free - Mother Mother - Love, let my anger turn into peace 🍂 Hear Me - Imagine Dragons - And if you're warm, then you can't relate to me 🍂 Such a Shame - Moose Blood - If I could go back now, I'd say the things that I should 🍂 Numb - Finish Ticket - And as you told me, I should have cared a little more 🍂 Downhill - Lincoln - Hey man, isn't it poetic that the sky is what we leave behind? 🍂 On The Floor - Seahaven - We die alone, hallelujah 🍂 Crown Shyness - Trash Boat - Autumn comes to cut me down to size; It becomes beautiful to die 🍂 Made of Stone - Envy on the Coast - I believe in this 🍂 Plant Oak - The Taxpayers - Listen Satan, I'm at a loss; No one can give me a word with God 🍂 Spent Gladiator 2 - The Mountain Goats - Show up in shining colours and then stand there and get hit 🍂 Concerning Past & Future Conquests - Vandaveer - Never really thought things would pan out this way 🍂 Longshot - Catfish and the Bottlemen - Every once in a while, the little things make me smile, as if one of our long shots paid off 🍂 21 Guns - Green Day - Did you stand too close to the fire, like a liar looking for forgiveness from a stone? 🍂 From Eden - Hozier - No tired sigh, no rolling eyes, no irony; No "who cares?", no vacant stare, no time for me 🍂 Saint Bernard - Lincoln - There's really just one thing that we have in common: Neither of us will be missed 🍂 Lake Song - The Decemberists - And I, seventeen and terminally fey, I wrote it down and threw it all away 🍂 Paradisium - Valleyheart - I realized my whole life I roamed with everyone I've ever loved calling me to come back home
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Post by Kor on Mar 10, 2020 23:03:45 GMT -6
"I need to stress that every single bad thing I've had, I've had coming. Think the only time I didn't deserve what I got was being born ugly. Guess that means karma threw the first punch, huh?"
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Post by Kor on Mar 11, 2020 18:52:20 GMT -6
2 times Rashmi and Pandora have held hands
It was storming and the rain looked like diamonds and they felt like them too when they hit the skin of Pandora as she hangs off the edge of the skyscraper. Only one white boot heel stood against the building and one of her hands reached out into the night sky, completing the arch of her back, tail of her coat buffeting in the high altitude winds. The only thing that held her steady against it was her grip around Rashmi's wrist and, all the while, Rashmi was holding back. Pandora was having the time of her life and just to show it off she gave a twirl - almost perpendicular to the building, she twisted beneath Rashmi's arm, pulling her off balance, forcing their grips to separate and readjust and Rashmi, having no second arm to grab her, almost lets her fall then and there, but manages to haphazardly and desperately reseize her. Pandora's laugh plays among the crystal rain. And once they managed to stabilize in the center of the storm, Rashmi reached for the box in her back pocket. Which was odd, considering she lost her arm half a year ago. But the web of glowing veins were under her control as she wrapped them around the box and gently pressed it against Pandora's chest. Pandora, to her credit, looked up, peering through the rain running off her eyelashes. And then she saw Rashmi's arm. And then she saw Rashmi's eyes. She felt the sensation of falling before Rashmi let her go. It was a long fall with time for her to be flipped and spun, the world dancing around her instead for once, but the rush wasn't fun, it was violent and all wind and rain and it was a long fall and the box opened up. Pandora could see it and she reached for it like it could stop her fall but when it opened she realized her mistake but she couldn't get away from it before the blurs of light obscured her vision because the fall was not that long. The box hit the street. A dull glow shimmered against the slick concrete and then it was dark. And quiet. And still. And as they all stared down, a deep, low rumble of thunder shook the building.
Cracking and rending of metal and a bright light, too bright to look at, too bright to look away from, too bright to make out anything until all of a sudden there's a shape and - a snap like lightning and the shape snatches the box from the air and comes falling to the ground. A figure lays on her hands and knees, one palm firmly grasping the little box as the pink light seems to ebb from it and from the room. You would almost expect a rumble of thunder, but instead, there is just the sound of the figure trying to catch her breath. Droplets of water leak from her golden hair and soak through her ornate white jacket. She is trembling all over and she uses what little breath she has to laugh as she raises her eyes to the room. "Hello everyone." Immediately, Rashmi moves to stand in front of her. Green light that seems so weak compared to the last flash lights her fingers and she outstretches her hand, ready and warning. Looking up, the figure's expression barely changes. A thin smile that doesn't reach her hollow eyes. "... Hello Rashmi," she echoes. And as she lets her head lower, she raises her hand with a twirl of her wrist, left hand across to Rashmi's light. Rashmi hesitates. The figure keeps her shivering hand outstretched. And finally, Rashmi lets the light dissipate and takes her hand to help her up.
and one time they didn't. not necessarily in chronological order.
"Come back when you have something worthwhile to show me." That's how Pandora ended the conversation, turning around, leaving Rashmi in the shadow of that phrase. Rashmi reached out with her good hand and stopped her. Pandora's stride comes to a halt while Rashmi's magic plays with her blood and holds her in place. Pandora grins. In one motion, breaking from her magic grip with ease, Pandora twirls back around towards her, and Rashmi twirls her, blood seized, twisting her until one of her shoulders was against the ground, knees popped, with the hand that cast her magic still extended in the air. The crowd of the party seems to stop at the display, all eyes on them as Pandora moves closer so she hangs over Rashmi, looking at her straight down and upside down, her smile more rigid but no less mocking. Clear as day in the dark silence of the room: "Don't embarrass yourself, Rashmi."
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Post by Kor on Mar 24, 2020 17:46:47 GMT -6
"only if the heist is in a fancy casino run by a dragon" "if there are blood banks, then there should also be blood casinos. any coward can lose their money. let's make this interesting. put it all on red, baby."
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Post by Kor on Apr 1, 2020 14:37:52 GMT -6
iduna and rook. not sure i'm taking em down yet but in preparation. Bloody Cleric of Peace who holds the firm belief that sometimes violence is the answer, actually.
Name: Iduna Church Aliases: --- Age: ~19 Pronouns: She/her
Appearance: Iduna is not a pretty individual. She's a menacing figure, extremely pale and standing about 6'3", muscular and broad-shouldered with an hourglass figure, spattered with battle scars. Her face isn't thin, but is all sharp angles with sunken cheeks, looking oddly skeletal. Her nose is flat and pierced, usually with a ring, and one of her pale eyebrows is patchy. Impressive fangs protrude from her mouth, one of her pointed ears is crooked, and both her ears are heavily pierced, always matching her nose ring. Her eyes generally betray little emotion and are lined either with coal or red eyeshadow, spreading down her cheeks. Her hair is very long, wavy, and white, both sides shaved, showing off a slightly misshapen hairline, and usually pulled into a ponytail in battle. She holds her head very high and her resting face is a calm smile that doesn't seem wholly genuine. Iduna wears a lot of white clothes accented with gold or silver, though isn't a stranger to darker colours. She's a fan of light fabrics that flow, especially at the sleeves, she likes showing off skin, and she often wears jewelry with rubies or other red gems. Her belly button is pierced. Among her jewelry is a dainty golden necklace that bears her god's emblem. Despite her imposing face, she strikes a regal figure when she's dressed well. Conversely, her armour is scary-looking and spiked and along with her mace has obviously been put to lots of use. [Fashion Tag]
Personality: Iduna gives off a proud aura. She generally doesn't have any deference for others - she sees things like manners, social customs, and etiquette as funny and engages in an almost exaggerated degree of formality. When she is more clearly being sarcastic, she ends up seeming very casual. Regardless of how she comes off, her dignity obviously means something to her, and while she's definitely not against jokes, she doesn't want to submit herself in any way to anyone she doesn't think deserves it. Furthermore, Iduna is an incredibly stubborn individual who thinks she's always right all the time and has never been wrong. She won't fight about that but definitely won't change her mind, either. She's overall a bit of a vainglorious showoff and kinda thinks she's hot shit. Iduna smiles a lot, even when she doesn't mean it. To be fair, she usually does mean it; Iduna seems eternally calm. This is in part because she's got a lot of nerve and isn't easily scared and in part because she rarely lets bad things overwhelm her - Iduna processes her emotions very well, thinking through everything she feels, and rarely lashing out. In fact, when she's angry or otherwise feels like she has something to lose, she tends to be even more poised than usual. Only issues she didn't foresee are liable to release her grudges. Although she can seem friendly on first meeting, Iduna's false pleasantries make most of her relationships feel a bit distant. Caused by or perhaps causing this is an almost strange infatuation with herself. Though Iduna appears to enjoy violence, it's likely she doesn't derive pleasure from it, just likes the shock it gives others. Iduna deeply desires praise, but it's much easier to get reverence and attention by setting herself as a bit of an outsider.
History: As Iduna was told, the church found her in a fighting ring, either where she lived or where she was made to fight. Fortunately for Iduna, she doesn't remember that far, and her earliest members are of growing up in the church with the other orphans who were also given the surname Church. She was a bit detached and bit unruly, but her family there was loving and she was happy. The deity her church worshiped was a goddess of peace - as such, when war broke out with the undead, they remained neutral and pacifistic. Iduna wasn't having it and requested their approval in her joining the effort. It didn't go over well. The final straw was when they accused Iduna of being born violent and bloodthirsty and told her they had always suspected such. Out of respect, she abandoned the surname Church. At first, Iduna acted only as a healer. She took the fact that her powers didn't leave her either as a sign that she had her goddess's approval or that she had powers of her own, which was honestly kind of appealing. It didn't take long for her to fully break her vow of pacifism, proving herself worthy for battle and actually quite fond of it (perhaps they were right about her). Iduna has lofty aspirations and hopes to heroically end the war and restore peace, out of spite, to prove to her church that they were wrong and she was right. She'll tell people she still loves them - she's doing this for them, after all - but her real feelings about being betrayed by them are more conflicted.
TRIVIA - Right-handed - Half-orc cleric - In a weird zone of knowing she's ugly but also she thinks she's really hot shit - "hubris is sexy actually" - Her makeup routine takes an hour but the hour is just applying as much eyeshadow as she physically can and then rubbing her eyes - Claims she still has morals but that might be a front - Lowkey would love some power but hasn't explored that side of herself - Loves black cherries - Only drinks coffee if it's lattes - Made September 13 2018
INTERACTION QUIRKS - Always keeps her chin up and back straight - Lounges unless she has something to prove - Big words but used really casually - Invites people to praise her ("Didn't I say that would work~?")
MUSIC Tattooed in Reverse - Marilyn Manson // I'm unstabled, I'm not a show horse I Wanna Kill - Crocodiles // I was born into this world, some kind of sinister little girl Chop Suey! - System of a Down // I don't think you trust in my self-righteous suicide Witness - Mindless Self Indulgence // Son of a bitch! God likes me! Guns - All Them Witches // Shoot your guns as loud as you can Los Angeles is Burning - Bad Religion // So many lives are on the breeze, even the stars are ill at ease Anarchist - YUNGBLUD // They don't know where I am Smokey Eyes - Lincoln // Most other people are just dead ends Get Dark - AFI // Tell me who you think I am; Tell me, do you think I can?
ALTERNATE UNIVERSES Zombie Massacre (AU): The founders of the pseudo-orphanage The Peacehouse are of the belief that the undead are a new form of life and that killing them is unethical. After almost dying to one, Iduna decides that the rest of nature will never know real peace until zombies are entirely eradicated and wants to help make that happen, preferably in her lifetime. Doesn't think slaughtering zombies is right, but that it's necessary, and damn if she isn't good at it. Looks cool as all hell.
Friendly-faced robot, built and died in battle, made to fight. Put back together a little funny.
Name: ?? Aliases: Rook Age: ?? Pronouns: She/her, any
Appearance: Rook strikes a very strange balance between friendly and completely menacing. Sure, she's a robot made of a combination of battered metal and organics and stands at a lithe 6'8", but all her frame is painted in pastel teal and yellow, including her weather-worn slit-eyed mask, which usually has a little marker smiley drawn on! Rook's hair is very thick, wavy, and messy, usually loose but fixed out of her face by her mask's straps. Up close, the dark hair has a bluish sheen - it's synthetic and superglued to her head. Along with her mask, Rook often wears a blue jumpsuit that looks like a work uniform. With the addition of sturdy black boots and high gloves, she can almost pass for a human with a mask on. She owns several more formal outfits, but doesn't like getting them dirty. Beneath her mask, Rook's face is also painted. She has one round, glassy eye that has a faint glow to it. The other side of her face, all across her cheek and jaw and through her eye, is completely cracked. Rook carries a warpick with her as a weapon. It's painted the same teal and yellow as her body, but much of it has flaked or washed off.
Personality: Rook, on first meeting, comes off as a friendly individual! She's polite to strangers and truly enjoys being helpful. She seems to enjoy tasks that take a lot of attention and accuracy and can become completely wrapped up in them. She reacts well to praise and support - it's obvious that, to Rook, reward and consequence are more important than a moral code. She doesn't question other people's actions or philosophies, generally believing that it's a personal matter and not really her business. She acknowledges that she's not in any kind of position of superiority. Consequently, she doesn't believe anyone else is above her. Her respect is courtesy to an equal and nothing more. Similarly, Rook's empathy is conditional on whether or not she respects someone. The one exception to everything about Rook is when it comes to violence. Rook is badly tempered: She's built for fighting and knows she usually has the advantage there. She resorts to brute force the second she has any reason to, like she's looking for a fight. Rook hates the aftermath of a scuffle, when she inevitable gets reprimanded, but the rush she gets from it seems to be enough to keep her from changing her ways. Additionally, Rook is put in a bad mood when she feels disliked, and when she is in a bad mood, where she'd normal be very straightforward she'll start being purposely difficult and roundabout. Rook is an unfortunate combination of smartass and idiot. Rook's fundamental desire is to be useful and appreciated for it.
History: Rook was built as and died as a machine of war. At least, that's what she can put together about it - her memory of anything before her death is patchy at least. She knows she was a soldier, but not much else, not even how or why she died or for how long. By the time someone finally found her body, the fight she was built for had ended. Casquet dug up Rook - she'd been hidden well and had all her tracking mechanisms removed - and instead of selling her as scrap, dragged her back and set to work on patching her up. Casquet and her friends did the best they could do - when they didn't have the parts to fix her face, they gave her the mask instead, and Rook loved it, of course. While she was rehabilitating, Rook overheard that they were having some financial difficulties. So she did the nice thing and, of course, offered to help with the robbery they were planning. Rook made a phenomenal asset, but not all the jobs she does nowadays are criminal. She's glad to do any heavy lifting or cleaning jobs that pay and, when she can, she sells maps: Since her resurrection, she's discovered cartographer's tools embedded into her wiry hand, and she takes great joy in using them. As much as she tries to steer clear of things that could get her in trouble, if she hears that a certain friend of hers could use some help with a job or if they send some interesting mercenary work her way, who is she to turn it down? It comes so easy to her, after all. That nature of hers is so easy to justify, having been built for battle. But if she was made for this, then why the cartographer's tools? If she wasn't truly born to be a weapon, something between her creation and resurrection must have gone seriously wrong. It gives Rook vertigo when she tries to think about it too hard.
TRIVIA - Right-handed - Red-green colour blind - Suffers from vertigo and gets easily motion sick - Mask is only for protection, she's not shy about removing it - Screaming makes an unpleasant static sound - She can also do that at will and it's fucking awful - Has a grainy, monotonous singing voice - Loves messing with people about the whole robot thing - Made May 6 2019
INTERACTION QUIRKS - *waves* - Voice tends to be extremely even in tone - Body tends to be really still, her head is more mobile - Generally moves like a human, except for her head and neck, which seem more rigid - Actions are much more robotic when she's absorbed in a task - "Pardon," "of course," "alright, well," "oh!" - Runs her mouth with filler words when she panics or is peeved - Shocking potty mouth but only when she's pissed
MUSIC Bambi - Hippo Campus // I swear to god, I wasn't born to fight Them Changes - Goon Soul // Nobody move, there's blood on the floor, and I can't find my heart Saint Bernard - Lincoln // Don’t make me a liar, because I swear to god, when I said it, I thought it was true Sneakers - Palehound // It singed a nerve I thought was lost White Liars - Typhoon // I wouldn't hurt anyone, but there's a liar in everyone; or am I the only one? Kill Somebody - YUNGBLUD // Go on, shove me again, fuck with my head, leave me for dead... please?
ALTERNATE UNIVERSES Human (AU): Self-explanatory. Still resurrected, which is a bit more freaky, and also makes the fight instinct that much weirder. She's cute though. Probably still gets the mask. All her facial expressions beneath it seem a little bit off. Advocate for baby carrots.
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Apr 8, 2020 0:22:33 GMT -6
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Post by Kor on Apr 8, 2020 0:22:33 GMT -6
Relationship status: trying to free "friend group therapists"
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Post by Kor on Apr 9, 2020 10:15:19 GMT -6
Threw up last night at like 4am out of nowhere and LIKE I shouldve turned the lights on to make sure it wasnt like blood or something HAHA
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Post by Kor on Apr 19, 2020 21:08:51 GMT -6
recently its like *accepts university offer* *buys a membership to pirate101* *pays for uni residence* *goes back to playing pirate101*
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Apr 30, 2020 16:11:09 GMT -6
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Post by Kor on Apr 30, 2020 16:11:09 GMT -6
walking past the bathroom mirror on my way to down some advil muttering under my breath "at least Im still hot"
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Post by Kor on May 2, 2020 17:57:24 GMT -6
going through old posts andfinding "jess is made of an old dirty jacket soaked in gasoline apple juice and blood. and hair." yknow yeah.
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Post by Kor on May 3, 2020 18:52:04 GMT -6
weirdly fucking enamored with pathologic
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Post by Kor on May 18, 2020 15:50:42 GMT -6
wax magni's moustache challenge
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Post by Kor on May 24, 2020 0:21:52 GMT -6
Jonah keeps getting defensive about things before they're an issue and therefore outing the issue. You'll ask "haha is Jonah Cull your real name" and she'll be like "actually I resent the idea that it wouldn't count as a given name its the name I've used as long as I can remember therefore any other name I may or may not have been given prior to that is moot" and you're like "so. Thats a no" "ah." Jon too possibly
Also I dont know fucking anything about rats she just exists as a rapidly cut compilation of dumb shit she says
rats should................. "*charming recital of a passage from a notable play*" "that was pretty good." "*completely different tone* hah??"
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