CHUMROLL 2: (Traditional Rude Joke Regarding Trollslum)

[Fexxos Vyront]

Quite so. :O

[reverentInfiltrator]

Be the aspiring hacker.

>Aspiring? Please, I'm far beyond the aspiring point.

Fine. Be the dark and mysterious hacker.

>Oooo, I like that.

Thought you might.


Your name is TODD BLACKOWITZ, although you don't care for divulging such information, so you mostly just go by AGENT BLACK. You are SIXTEEN YEARS OLD, or at least you will be in a few months. You live in a relatively small house with your guardian MOM, who has a desire to keep everything SPARKLING CLEAN.

You have a great many HOBBIES AND INTERESTS. You fancy yourself a SECRET AGENT HACKER TYPE even though your knowledge of hacking isn't all that great, although you'd never OPENLY ADMIT that. You've always been fascinated by computers, which is why you dream of one day becoming a COMPUTER PROGRAMMER.

You are fond of ACTION/ADVENTURE SPY FLICKS and CYBERPUNK MOVIES, such as Mission Impossible, James Bond and the Matrix. In your spare time you tend to play VIDEO GAMES and occasionally read TASTEFUL LITERATURE, both of which fill you with a small sense of SELF-ACCOMPLISHMENT. You don't have much of a social life aside from your INTERNET HIJINKS, although the few people you do know tell you how interesting and humorous you are, which can lead to you getting a SWELLED-HEAD. Sometimes you think you may have a SUPERIORITY COMPLEX, but then you remind yourself that you really are the SMARTEST GUY AROUND.

You enjoy CHALLENGES OF ALL KINDS and work well in GROUPS. You don't think of yourself as much of a leader, but you still tend do well in positions of power. You're good at easing tension between others, which helps keep BALANCE AND UNITY IN THE GROUP. You have a very LOGICAL BUT SLIGHTLY UNORTHODOX WAY OF THINKING, which tends to help you in most situations.

You have a considerable amount of knowledge concerning FIREARMS AND AUTOMOBILES, but you realize there are others out there with MORE KNOWLEDGE THAN YOU, and this is something you OPENLY ADMIT. You also have a VAST RESERVOIR OF KNOWLEDGE concerning ALL THINGS SCIENTIFIC, which is something else you OPENLY ADMIT.
You have little interest in MUSIC, because most bands nowadays are CARBON COPY WANNABES who have no real MEANING BEHIND THEIR WORDS. Due to this, you tend to JAM TO THE OLDIES quite often. Once in a blue moon, you'll actually find a band you like, which tends to make you want to ROCK OUT.

You love wearing sunglasses or SOUL SHADES as you tend to call them, and you like black leather coats and jackets, but it's NOT A FETISH. You take great pride in your AWESOME HAIRDO, and you love to brag about how it's ALL NATURAL. You also have a secret love of GROOVY THINGS FROM THE 70'S, which includes one of your most prized possessions, your ELECTRIC BLUE LAVA LAMP. You are considering whether or not that's something you would OPENLY ADMIT.

Your chumhandle is reverentInfiltrator, you have no typing quirks becuase you value GOOD SPELLING SKILLS, and your text color is 7DF9FF, or ELECTRIC BLUE. Should you choose to play Sburb, you would end up in the LAND OF NIGHT AND SKYSCRAPERS, where your consorts would be CHAMELEONS and the denizen would be EREBUS. You would dream on PROSPIT. You use the ROOTKIT fetch modus, which requires you to crack a password before you can access your items, and the PISTOLKIND strife specibus, which is, well, a pistol. Your symbol is that of a FAMILIAR VIDEO GAME CHARACTER who CONSUMES SPECTRAL ENTITIES. Your element is FIRE and your title is the SPY OF MIND.


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Name: Todd Blackowitz/Agent Black

Age: Sixteen

Chumhandle: reverentInfiltrator

Color: 7DF9FF

Land: Land of Night and Skyscrapers (LoNaS)

Title: Spy of Mind

Interests: Computers, Video Games, Literature, Science

Element: Fire

Planet: Prospit

Consorts: Chameleons

Denizen: Erebus

Sprite: (None yet, still trying to decide.)

Guardian: Mom

Typing Quirks: None

Fetch Modus: Rootkit (You have to crack a password before you can access your items. The password resets after each successful cracking attempt.)

Strife Specibus: PistolKind

(I may change some things later...)

[Taurus]

This is probably a really stupid question, and this is coming from a person really artsy-challenged, but...

How do you use the sprite templates when making a troll?

[BewareOfNerd]

1. This belongs in the Genchat thread.

2. Copy a base body and paste it as a new picture, then copy and paste on the bits you want.

[Captain Combusken]

> Be a young person from an Alien Race.



Gotcha.

Your name is KYZO ROLI and you are a REPTAD.

Exposit on Reptads

Reptads
Reptads live on the planet of Leezaria. They are a nomadic race, never staying in the same place for long. Reptads each own a tent which acts as their temporary accommodation. In the old days of Leezaria, tents took a long time to pitch (about the same amount of time as it does these days on Earth) but now technology has advanced enough on their planet that tents are pitched within seconds. A Reptad's goal in life is to fill their hextants (romance) and to search for their Khazi. When adult Reptads mate some of the energy they use is stored in trinkets that are worn during mating. They are left where the Reptad egg was conceived and hidden in the earth, with clues left on that continent that lead to the trinket. The aim in a Reptad's life is to fill their Hextants and find their Khazi. Once they have done this they have a reached a sort of spiritual inner peace, and they then choose a title for themselves.

Biology

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If you were a Reptad, what I am now posting might be considered near to pornography. As we're not, and we're humans, it is more acceptable.

Reptads are reptiles, of course, so they are cold blooded and have scales. These scales are relatively soft however, and are barely noticeable, much like human body hair normally is. Repads have a longer neck than humans do, and a slightly pointed reptilian head as well, in combination to no nose (they have just two holes instead) and a wide mouth with quite sharp teeth and a forked tongue that flickers out to help them smell things. They have no ears, but have sensors on their skin that use the vibrations of sound to send signals to their brain, allowing Reptads to "hear". They have two toes on their feet and one backwards "Toe". Their hands only have three digits, and are quite claw-like in appearance and function, but even so, Reptads are very dexterous. Reptads also have tails which are used for balance in the place of the ears humans have.

Reptads also have markings on their neck, forehead, shoulders and thighs. They have a Leathery belly area as well. Their Stomach, liver and all food organs are much higher up in their insides, at just below chest height, and their heart and lungs are smaller, but harder working and much more spacious because of this. The large intestine is actually split in two and runs down their sides, joining up in their pelvic area where their small intestine is. The reproductive organs of a Reptad are found on their leathery belly. The Reptads' tendency way back in their evolution to be nomadic meant that mating whilst standing up was required. However, Reptads experience the same pleasure whilst mating that humans do. Males have a disc-shaped protrusion known as a hill, whilst female Reptads have a matching intrusion known as a valley. On a male Reptad there are small holes, more pore-like than anything else, that eject fluid whilst mating. This fluid is stored in the leathery belly. The females have six eggs in their leathery belly where the fluid form the male travels to, producing six eggs. There are never less than six fertilised eggs produced and never more than six either.

There are other differences between genders aside the reproductive organs. females always have longer necks than males, whilst males always have much broader shoulders. The markings on a male are always spiked markings, whereas on a female they are always rounded. Males have long spiky tails whilst females have shorter rounded ones.

Reptads all have different skin colours, which define their class. They will be covered in a later section. However, they can also have other biological differences depending on where the egg was created.

If it was created in the desert, then the Reptad has spikes on his head and tail.
If marshland, then the Reptad has a fin on his tail and webbed hands and feet, as well as gills on the side of his neck.
If made on the sea, the Reptad has the same features as a Marshland Reptad, only with a longer elongated snout.
If the Reptad was created in a forest, then small patches of moss gather around his/her neck, wrists, and ankles, as well as on the tip of his/her tail.
If created on the plains, then a Reptad is standard with no extra features.
Reptads conceived on a mountain have hard plates on top of their head, and on their elbows and knees.

There are two more types of Reptad, the Ice Reptad and the Air Reptad. Both of these types are extremely rare because of the conditions where a Reptad like this could be conceived.
If a Reptad is conceived on one of the two poles of Leezaria, then it looks very much like a desert Reptad, but the spikes are instead sharp icicles that never melt.
If a Reptad is conceived in mid-air, then is appears almost like a pterodactyl in appearance. It has an elongated snout and feather-like scales on their head and arms, as well as a large flap of skin between their arm and side to glide with. They also have quite small and weak legs. Air Reptads are shunned and never allowed into a colony, purely because of how different they are. They also have difficulty wearing t-shirts because of their gliding flaps, so cannot conceal their sex organ.

All other types of Reptad can appear in any colony.

Leezaria

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The Planet of the Reptads is known as Leezaria. It is quite a small planet but has a large variety in climates.

Childhood

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Upon conception, the eggs take about a week inside the female to grow a little and mature a little. During this time, the colony is forced to remain where it is. Once this period is over, the eggs are released through the valley slit and the colony moves location again. However, one Reptad from each Troope stays behind. These Reptads are never the children's parents. Each of the six Reptads carries an egg to the Cliffs of Youth, a large continent in the middle of Leezaria. They leave the eggs there to hatch, as the area is on the equator with a volcanic area just below it, ideal conditions for eggs to hatch. In these conditions, a Reptad egg hatches in roughly a month. The eggs are dispersed across the continent. This is designed to keep siblings apart, but this rarely happens, and Reptads often feel a sense of inner attraction towards their siblings, forming colonies with them.

On the continent are small Lizards known as Undefinites. They act as a young Reptad's Guardian. They are called Undeifnites because they are undefined, and one they get older, they tend to warp to match the Reptad who they are guarding. A Reptad's Guardian has a mental telepathic connection with them. When a Reptad dies, the Guardian dies with them. However, often guardians die without the Reptad dying.

With their guardian, the Reptads begin the arduous testing. Other separate Reptiles known as Sagescales live on the continent. They repeatedly test a Reptad, finding out its skills, and giving it knowledge, and teaching them more skills are well. Reptads are tested repeatedly to make sure they are still excellent at their skill area. The tests last for the first 9 years of a Reptad's life. The tests are done to categorise the Reptads into which troupe they will belong when in their colonies. Parentage doesn't affect troope, unless if you happen to have the right inherited personality combination for a troope.

Once at the age of 9, Reptads spend a further 2.5 years at the cliffs, roaming around. In this time, they search for members of their colony. Usually Reptads start with their troope members, form a stable group with them, before them joining other troopes to form a colony. This part of a Reptad's life is especially important, and choosing the right Reptad's is an arduous process. For this reason, most of the first year is spent merely wandeirng around, looking, without any actual finalising any details.

When a Reptad reaches the age of 11.5, a Reptad enters their teenage years. By the time Teenage years are reaches, Reptad colonies have been cemented and made, and it is about this time that all Reptads leave the Cliffs and head out into the world.

Fashion

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A Reptad's most important item of clothing it their t-shirt. It hides their sex organ, so it is vital that they should wear it. They all wear belts that are fitted to the bottom of a Reptad's t-shirt, where there are flaps of material, like on trousers where you can thread a belt through. Some Reptads do not wear bets, but it is generally considered to be very provocative to do this (like walking around all day in a bikini/tight speedo.) Some t-shirts go up past the neck of a Reptad. it is much more common for a Reptad to wear one of these than a human.

Capes are also quite commonplace for Reptads, as are tailrings and tail coverings, as well as bracelets, necklaces, etc. They very occasionally wear shoes, but these are nothing more than glorified socks. Gloves are also worn quite commonly, as are hats.

However, there is one thing that doe snot exist in Reptad culture: Trousers or Shorts. They are not necessary in the slightest, so Reptads NEVER wear them.

Reptad Society, Colonies and Troupes

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The reptad society is very nomadic. They are almost never in one spot for long, and they are constantly on the move in some sort of way. The nomadic life is encouraged from a young age to all Reptad. Reptad move around in large groups of 36 members known as colonies. Each colony has 6 "troupes", which are comprised of 6 people. Each troupe in the colony does a different job. Once a troupe is decided they are rarely split up. Each colony is a tight-knight group of Reptad, and all tend to be the Earth equivalent to friends.

Within a colony, the six troupes are:
-Gatherers. This troupe is solely in charge of gathering and hunting food for the colony to eat. It is entirely up to them to find food. If they fail, the whole troupe starves.
-Guardians. This troupe is responsible for keeping the colony safe from predatory beats on their planet, Leezaria, as well as from other colonies. Relationships between colonies are pretty much the same as relationships between countries- colonies form alliances with some colonies and fight against others.
-Scouts. This is quite a vital troupe in a colony due to a Reptad's nomadic lifestyle. Scouts make sure that, while on the move, the land around the travellers is safe to traverse, plentiful in terms of food. It is most often them who chose the place where the colony will rest for the next period of time.
-Worker. This torupe is very important in mating. When a set of six eggs is produced by a female, it is the duty of a worker who is neither the mother nor the father of the children to take them to the cliffs of Youth, acompanied by a member from each troupe to make sure that the journey goes well. Aside from this, workers also fit a traditional housewife/househusband role. They are the ones who cook the food and keep everything clean and tidy. In tent sites this is especially important to make sure that "house" injuries do not happen.
-Entertainers. When the colony is feeling down or upset, the entertainers come into play. No group of beings can get by in life without a degree of relaxation and entertainment.
-Leaders. You may think that the leaders are lazy slobs who simply walk around the tent site and splash their authrority around. That's not the case. The leader troupe has to be dependable, fair and just to everyone in the colony. They have to be the glue that binds everyone, and they have to make the vital and important decisions. Who to ally with, who to war against, when is right to leave.

Generally speaking, a colony stays in the same place in tents for about a month, though it can be longer or shorter depending on circumstance. While stationary, colonies live in Reptad tents. Each Reptad has their own tent. Each tent is relatively spacious, holding enough space for a sleeping bag, a couple of tables, some chairs, a worktop for eating food, a small portable toilet and room for other posessions that tend to be moveable. Each colony tends to adopt cretaures to cary their belongings around. Reptad captchaloguing also tends to allow much larger items than the human system as well. Some of the more "intelligent" colonies keep animals to farm them.

Roles within troupes:
-Innovator. These are the South Reptads, the lower class ones. This person is always thinking of new and improved ways to do their troupe's role. They are extremely creative but dislike tradition and cna be inprecise in the wya they do things, often leaving out things, such as a gatherer forgetting that water also needs to be gathered.
-Logical. These are the North reptad,s the Upper class ones. They do thinks very traditionally and by the book. They make sure things are done logically and fully. There aren't any errors where they are concerned. However, they are generally dull and uncreative and tend to dislike new things.

Class system

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-North Reptads. Their skin colour corresponds to "cold" colours (Blue, Purple, Brown, White). They are the upper classes. They tend to behave in a way that is very dignified and clearly showing that they are the higher wealth Reptads.
-South Reptads. Their skin colour corresponds to "warm" colours (Yellow, Orange, Red, Black).

Romance

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Their are six romantic circles for each reptad. Three are known as Odd relationships whilst three are known as Even relationships.

Odd feelings:
They are the most familiar to humans, and are the feelings of love, respect, and admiration of familial groups and love.

Linearity:
Notation: -
Linearity is one of the cross-pole relationships, occurring between a North and South Reptad, Other relationships are strictly only between members of the same class. This is very similar to the relationship between a master and servant in human terms. It is essentially affectionate and respectful feelings towards a member of the opposite class.

Triangularity:
Notation: <|
Triangularity is one of the two mating relationships a Reptad is involved in. It is an almost identical feeling and relationship to the concept of human love, and is essentially a sense of physical attraction, emotional attraction and general liking of the person. Children conceived in Triangular relationships are the same class as the parents that conceived them.

Starality:
Notation: *
Starality is very similar to both the concept of a best friend and a moirail. It is someone who you enjoy spending time with, and who you feel you can share your thoughts with. Someone you trust very much. Someone who you know will be there for you when it counts.

Even Feelings:
Even feelings are feelings that are stricly professional and work based. They tend to be very formal, and most are based on a feeling of duty or obligation.

Equality:
Notation: =
Equality is a formal version of Starality. It is the relationship between good work colleagues. It is someone at work, who is not necessarily a friend, who you enjoy spending time with, and who you feel can give you excellent work-related advice when you need it.

Squareness:
Notation: []
Squareness is a more formal version of Linearity. In a troupe there exists a strict Boss/Employee relationship whereby one of the two is the commander who knows where to go and what to do, and the other tends to do most of the actual work. These relationships are known a Square relationships.

Arrowality:
Notation: <|-|>
Arrowlity is a formal version of Triangularity. It is the other mating relationship. Inside each Reptad there is a strong feeling of needing to procreate for the good of the Reptad race. However, these feelings are often very formal and a feeling of obligation and duty. An Arrow partner fills the categories of being good at their work and an excellent work Partner at the same time. Children conceived in Arrow relationships are the opposite class as the parents that conceived them.

Names

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Reptads have a four letter First name and a Four letter surname. These names are chosen by the Reptad whilst still on the Cliffs, when they are very young, but have juts grown old enough to see where their talents lie. A Reptad's first name is mostly just the name that the Reptad likes the sound of the mos,t one they feel they can be comfortable with. A lot of first names include letters towards the end of the alphabet. Zs, Ys and Vs are common in first names, as as hard consonants like Ks, Gs, Ts or Cs.

The surname almost always is split into two. Two of those letters are often something relating to what a Reptad is, a Lizard, or a Reptile. Li, Iz, Za, Rs, are all common two letter combinations. The other two letters are generally what troope the youngster belongs in, what their skills are.

Once they have gained inner spiritual peace via the gaining of their Khazi and their hextants being filled, Reptads gain another name, their Title. Whilst among friends and informally they are still known as their old name, in official matters, they are always known as their Title. The Title is something that reflects the personality, likes, dislikes, troope, class, and pretty much combines all of that, giving an accurate description of who they are. Titles are only every one word, however.

Technology

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On Leexaria there are small insects called Droid bugs. These bugs are extremely small. They are self-reproducing. Their life span is around one minute. When they die, they produce the egg for their child. This egg takes 30 seconds to hatch. However, in addition to the egg produced when they die, the Droid Bug creates a vats amount of energy. Reptads harness this energy for their technological machines.

The Reptad Pesterchum is known as Colomate. Friends are known as Mates and pestering someone is known as colonizing. A chumhandle is known as a matename.

The Reptad game is SCALB. [Scale]

Reptad language and Mathematics

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The Reptad Alphabet:

Reptads write things down EXACTLY as they are pronounced phonetically. So for Reptads, "birth" would be spelt "berf" and "turtle" would be spelt "tertul".

There are also a lot of common words that are different:
(English/Reptad equivalent)
hill/incline
valley/decline
penis/hill
vagina/valley

family/colony
brother/eggill
sister/eggley

television/viewtain [VT]
radio/heartain [HT]
phone/commigo
computer or laptop/techport
house/canvas
home/tent

bed/dorester
chair/assider
table/placder

to work/to troop
colleague/trooper

Mathematics also works quite interestingly. Because they only have three fingers, they only have digits up to 6. This makes for an interesting maths system.
The digits 7, 8 and 9 do not exist in Reptad society. They also have a very different way of writing their numbers.
1= |
2= ||
3= |_|
4= []
5= [/]
6= [X]
7= [X] |
8= [X] ||
9= [X] |_|
10= [X] []
11= [X] [/]
And so on.
For values that are a multiple of 6, often the values are written like this:
12= ||([X])
18= |||([X])
24= ||||([X])
30= |||||([X])
36= ||||||([X])
Values higher than 12 are usually written like this:
13= ||([X])|
22= |||([X])[]

Time is also different in Reptad society.
0.6 Reptad seconds=1 Earth second
1.66 Earth Seconds=1 Reptad Second
Basically, by the time a human has counted to 10, a Reptad has counted to six.
60 seconds in a minute as normal.
There are only 36 minutes in an hour for Reptads but this "lost" time is made up in the fact that there are 36 hours in a day, as opposed to 24 for humans.

There are 36 days in every month.
And 10 months in a year.
There are also only 360 days in a year instead of 365.

All this boils down to:
1 Human year= 0.89 Reptad years.
1 Reptad year= 1.12 Human years.

A few quick age conversions:
Human age -> Reptad age
5 -> 4.5
10 -> 8.9
13 -> 11.6
15 -> 13.4
16 -> 14.2
17 -> 15.1
18 -> 16.0
20 -> 17.8
30 -> 26.7
40 -> 34.8
60 -> 53.4
80 -> 71.2

Reptad Base

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[Captain Combusken]

>Be the snobbish blue alien lizard.



/ It would be favourable if you did not disobey the RULES of conduct concerning character introductions /

>Fine then. Be the Regal Blue Reptad.



/ That is a much more PRECISE account of me /

Your name is KYZO ROLI and you are rather SERIOUS. You are a firm believer in RULES and REGULATIONS, and hate it when people DISOBEY RULES. You are quite a STRICT PERSON. You also have OCD and love things being PRECISE and IN ORDER, disliking it when THEY ARE NOT. You also act LIKE A SNOB at times.

You are a great lover of ROMANCE FILMS and CLASSIC CARTOON FILMS, such as FINDING NUZO, DORESTING BEAUTY and SAND YELLOW AND THE SEVEN SLITHERSCALES. You simply cannot help yourself from watching them, they're THAT GOOD. You also have a great love of CLASSIC LITERATURE. LORD OF THE TAILRINGS, BLACK RIDESCALE and LORD OF THE BUZZINSECTS are some of your favourites. You are also very much into CLASSICAL MUSIC, loving the music of a COMPOSER known as MOZA who lived a long time ago on Leezaria.

Being a LEADER, your guardian transformed into a PURRSCALE when you grew older. You have a COUPLE of HEXTANTS filled, but you're really NOT TOO CONCERNED with them yet.

If you were to play SCALB you would be the MAYOR OF MIND on the LAND OF THOUGHT AND INCHES.

Your matename is regalAuthority [RA] / And you speak with PRECISION and ORDER /

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Name: Kyzo Roli
Race: Reptad
Gender: Male
Age: 14 Reptad years
Title: Mayor of Mind
Land: Land of Thought and Inches [LOTAI]
Guardian: Purrscale [Basically a Reptile version of a Tiger]
Interests: Classic Films, Classic Literature, Classical Music.
Matename: regalAuthority [RA]

[elegyEccentric]

Portrait by canidaeVulpecula


Your name is MARI MAYFARER.

You've kindly taken a break from organizing the BIOLOGY CLUB'S upcoming day trip to introduce yourself. You live with your BIG SIS on a sand beach in this tiny home polite society would call a hovel. She's either working at the nearby FLOWER SHOP, or otherwise chilling amongst the natural beauty of the ACADIA NATIONAL PARK. If you weren't busy with being a RESPONSIBLE TEENAGER, you'd be out there too!

But alas, homework and studying and club planning await. Doing well in school is of the utmost importance, as you work to become a famous BOTANIST some day. Or even a MAD PLANT GENETICIST. Whichever you get the funding for! You hope it's the latter. You've been collecting samples of the LOCAL FLORA for years and preserve them through PRESSING them between SECOND-HAND OUTDATED BIOLOGY TEXTBOOKS you've rescued over the years. Sometimes you dabble in FLOWER ARRANGING, but only when your Sis is one of her better moods.

You like these moods especially during the colder months since they result in numerous SKI TRIPS across New England. You love soaring through the slopes more than anything! But these trips would be numerous regardless of Sis's moods, given that you are the president of the SKI CLUB. It occurs to you that you may be in far too many clubs than is reasonably sensible, but you are handling it! Also, they're all worth it!

You like keeping Pesterchum open, just in-case a friend or club mate needs anything. You go by curiousCultivation and, despite your excellent grammar and spelling, you come across as very easy-going!

What will you do?

Basic Info

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Name: Mari Mayfarer
Age: 16
Birthday: March 6th
Location: Bar Harbor, Maine
Guardian: Sister
Symbol: Tree
Chumhandle: curiousCultivation
Typing Style: Precise syntax and grammar, but pretty liberal with smiles and exclamation points! Just oozing friendliness and good cheer here!
Strife Specibus: Polekind
Fetch Modus: Pluck

[Captain Combusken]

>Be the orange fiend.



Dammit, man! I *scrmf* am perfectly *nom* nice!

>Ok then. Be the mischievous South rogue.

Ok, *om* man! That's *scrumpf* much better.

Your name is MAZU GARL, and you are one of Kyzo's COLONY-MATES. You are also a REPTAD. You, however, are also a MARSHLAND REPTAD as well as being a SOUTH REPTAD, unlike Kyzo (PLAINS AND NORTH). You are also in a different troope, the GATHERER TROOPE. You are the guy in charge of FRUIT AND VEGETABLES. Like most Reptads, IT SUITS YOU WELL and you are RATHER GOOD AT IT.

You are HIGHLY MISCHIEVOUS and CRAFTY. You LOVE PLAYING PRANKS on pretty much ANYONE, much to the annoyance of your COLONY-MATES. You are also a RATHER GOOD THIEF and enjoy STEALING pretty much everything. You are So GOOD AT IT, though, that people don't even know you stole it until you GIVE IT BACK, which you ALWAYS DO. You are VERY particular about RETURNING THINGS. You are also HIGHLY INTELLIGENT.

You are interested in STEALING AND PLAYING PRANKS, of course, but you have other HOBBIES TOO. You like watching VT, particularly PANEL SHOWS, COMEDY SHOWS and SITCOMS. You generally adore COMEDY IN GENERAL, even though you are RUBBISH AT IT YOURSELF. You also enjoy ADVENTURE NOVELS AND FILMS, as well as a genre of music for Reptads known as ADVENTURE, which are basically songs that are MOTIVATIONAL and UPLIFTING.

Your GUARDIAN became a SNEAKYSCALES when it grew, and helps you in your STEALING all of the time. You have filled your CROSS-POLE HEXTANTS and have also got a STAR, but that's it for now.

If you were to play SCALB, your title would be the THIEF OF STRENGTH and you would live of the LAND OF SMILES AND ADVENTURE.

Your matename is deceitfulRogue [DR] and you *nom* sound like *srcmpf* you're always *om* eating!

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Name: Mazy Garl
Race: Reptad
Gender: Male
Age: 14 Reptad years
Title: Thief of Strength
Land: Land of Smiles and Adventure [LOSAA]
Guardian: Sneakyscales [A Reptilian Weasel]
Interests: Comedy, Stealing and Pranking, Adventure.
Matename: deceitfulRogue [DR]

[ardentApathy]

> Be the shameless self-insert.

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Your name is DAVID WROBLE.

As a college student, most of your days are spent doing a whole lot of nothing, interspersed with an occasional class. You fill those hours of nothingness with YOUTUBE VIDEOS, VIDEO GAMES, WEBCOMICS, and very rarely some actual STUDYING.

You have been a recluse for most of your life, and your freshman year of college is little different. The only people you speak to on a regular basis are your roommate IAN, your eldest sister LORELEI, and your professors.

However, today, the 23rd of September, is a very special day, and not just because it is exactly one week until your 18th birthday. Earlier today, you saw a DOUBLE RAINBOW, bright and vivid, in the sky right above your dorm. You tried to take a picture, but your camera was incapable of capturing its beauty. While this event was remarkable, you would have no idea what it meant until later that night.

For tonight is the night you expand your MIND, and finally learn to FLY.

Your chumhandle is masterChiefster and you are kwite kwick with your kwips.

[AlphabetizedInsanity]

> Be the boy.
Are you referring to me?

> Yes, you. Be you.
Okay, that seems simple enough!

Your name is ZANE AIMSLEY.

You are SIXTEEN and you live with your SIS on a farm somewhere in MINNESOTA. You enjoy SCIENCE FICTION, but more specifically, CYBERPUNK. You have a tendency to DOWNLOAD THINGS OFF THE INTERNET FOR NO GOOD REASON, but so far you have been lucky and haven't contracted something like, say, a virus that makes your COMPUTER EXPLODE and kill your BELOVED DOG, BARKY.
Among these things are your VIRTUAMODUS, a Sylladex-like program that allows you to keep captchalogued items in your CHERISHED LAPTOP, the chat program PESTERCHUM, something called SBURB, and a variety of MUSIC FROM VIDEO GAMES THAT WERE MADE BEFORE YOU WERE BORN.

You also suffer from MINNESOTA NICE, a stereotypical assumption that EVERYONE FROM MINNESOTA IS A KIND, UPSTANDING, CITIZEN. However, it is completely true for you. You're also not one to take risks, and as such, your sister has labeled you BORING.

You wield the BATKIND specibi, but you have used CLUBKIND in your childhood. Basically, anything you can swing wildly in a crazy manner is okay with you.

If you were to hypothetically play a hypothetical game that ended the universe as you know it, you would hypothetically be the MAGE OF VOID, and you would hypothetically reside in the LAND OF LITERATURE AND TECHNOLOGY, where your hypothetical consorts would be PENGUINS.

Not that that matters, really. Its all very hypothetical.

Moving on, your chumHandle is absoluteZero and you sometimes sometimes talk like a typical Minnesotan, dont'cha know?

In a nutshell:

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Name: Zane Aimsley
Age: Sixteen
Gender: Male
Birthday: October 25

Guardian: Sister
Sprite: Barkysprite [Windup Toy (1) + Barky the dog (2)]

Dreamself: Derse
Destiny: Mage of Void
Planet: Land of Literature and Technology (LOLAT)
Consorts: Penguins
Denizen: Nyx

Sylladex: VIRTUAMODUS ((Access to items via keyword search. Limited by how much space he has on his computer. The bigger or more complex the item, the more memory space it takes up.))

Specibi: BATKIND
Weapon: Superstar Replica Metal Bat
Cruxite Artifact: Ball Machine & Baseball

ChumHandle: absoluteZero
Color: Royalblue (#4169E1)
Typing Style: Full punctuation, Grammar, Capitalization. Very polite, and rarely uses CAPS LOCK.

Interests: Computers, SCI-FI, Video Games, and Reading. Also takes care of animals.

[supermonkey3]

>Be the boy

I am not a aboy you idiot!
>Be the girl


Guardian

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Your guardian, or sister, is JESSICA HENSLEY. Not much is known about her.

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You are ANDREA HENSLEY. You adore drawing on any surface, by any means necessary. You cannot stand people who disrupt your silence, and show your somewhat threatening side. Other than that, you act somewhat nice, but exile yourself from crowds often. Your pesterchum handle is "maniacalSquid". You use the ARRAY MODUS and your strife specibus is CROWBAR TYPE. You are the MAGE of TORTURE, and, if you choose to play SBURB, will awake on DERSE and live in the LAND OF BLOOD AND FORCE, where the enemies drop METAL GRIST. You type "with perfect gramar but refuse to fic your typos." This has gotten you confused as a guy for a while, by accidentaly typing "Andrew" for your name.

[omegaUltimatum]

Not sure if this is the right place to put this, but as a wee note I've changed Gorhn's chumhandle to troglodyticEmperor.

[condonzack]

((Please critique this!))



Your name is OSCAR BARNS, and you hope that today you GROW AS A PERSON! You live in a townhouse with your GOOFY DAD. You are excited about today, because when you go out and do something, you DO IT WITH GUSTO. This is because you RARELY LEAVE YOUR HOUSE.

You have severe issue with MOTIVATION, but are aware of it and am trying to get past them. You believe that the secret to being successful lies in your PASSION FOR HELPING PEOPLE. You have a history of working for charities and DOING PUBLIC SERVICE. When volunteering you try and improve your BAD SOCIAL SKILLS. You miss a lot of social cues, but are never afraid to ask if you’ve made a mistake. Your goal in life is TO BE THE BEST PERSON YOU CAN BE, and as such you are AS HONEST AS POSSIBLE.

You love IDEAS, and exploring ideas with others. This can make you come off as a KNOWITALL. You try to prevent that these days. Thinking about STORY STRUCTURE can get you so fired up you have to TAKE A RUN.

Your chumHandle is overeagerPhilosopher and Your cay cey doesn't worc anymore.

You use a ACRONYM MODUS, meaning you have to make an acronym for whatever your taking out.
Your Strife Specibus is TRAILKIND. When you were on a volunteer trail building crew you and your friends all got one. It has your trusty Sharpened Shovel, and a Pulaski

[Never]

>Be the -- OH MY GOSH YOU ARE ADORABLE

Gosh, thanks!! ^///^



You are now a young female member of the proud race of GOBLINS. Though you may have succeeded in becoming a Goblin, PARADOX SPACE insists upon a quick and (hopefully) painless explanation.

Goblins hail from the far-flung planet of WIDGAT (Widge-at) and, like most species, their entire population is located there. Though they originally evolved for life in the planet's MASSIVE UNDERGROUND CAVES, there has been a bit of an overpopulation issue and most now live on the planets surface. Widgat, as a planet, is fairly hospitable, but a bit warmer than Earth due to the Binary star system it orbits. Biomes are larger than earth and most of the planet is covered in scrub-brush, which has been cleared away for towns and farms. For the most part, there are few carnivorous species and Goblins are the peak of the food chain, despite being technically omnivorous.

The Goblin ideology on superiority is based upon more or less the same social rigors as a strictly capitalist society: He who has the most money wins, regardless of background. A Goblin who works hard and becomes a billionaire is seen at the same level that a goblin who inherited their fortune is seen at. This system tends to reward the hardworking, charismatic, and diligent--Most goblins actually make fairly good leaders if they aren't too greedy. Unfortunately, half of the Goblin population is extremely greedy and will do anything for more money. This half is not only regulated to those less wealthy, the financially fortunate are often consumed by this greed as well. Most young Goblins do not develop this greed until they are living on their own, however.

Despite the money-lust and capitalist society, Goblins have a monarchistic Government. The King (or Queen) rules over a good portion of the planet, with smaller officials ruling over the places he (or she) cannot oversee directly enough. The Current ruler is Queen Rixxi IV, and the majority of the population approves of her (Though not always of her subordinates).

Goblin Dating, Marriage, and Reproduction is largely the same as humans.

...Which now brings us to the subject of our little friend here that you are currently being.

It's about time!! That was really boring!!

Your name is MOEY. You are a 7 Widgat-spin old (~13 Earth years) female goblin with a high interest in FASHION and TINKERING. You absolutely love everything to do with Gadgets and Gizmos, perhaps because your father is one of the chief inventors at GOB-U-TECH. You sometimes try to help him out with his work, but you prefer your own projects, most of them related to your love of fashion. Steampunk is in right now in Goblin society, and big bucks are being paid to those who can get a lot of outfits out fast. That's where you come in--Your father's job rewards you with a lot of cool gears and spare parts, which you incorporate into outfits that you sell. It's not only profitable and helps your parents out, but it helps sharpen your skills as well--Always a plus!

Those are not your only interests--you also like CUTE THINGS like most girls your age, and your FRIENDS, most of whom you know through the Goblin internet. You have an impressive collection of Plush toys and enjoy occasionally sending some to your friends who appreciate that kind of gesture. You go by adorableCogspin on GOB-U-TALK, one of the more successful chat programs that was coincidentally invented by someone else in your Dad's Company.

Your Strife Specibus is currently set to Yoyokind (Though you also posses SwNeedlkind (Sewing needle Kind) for making and repairing your plushies and Steampunk fashions), and you use the Wallet Modus--though yours has a hole in it, How embarrassing!! If you were ever to join a SxxxB session of any kind, you would be the Witch of Heart in the Land of Cute Ghosts and Ruins.

MISC: Goblin skin is always that hue, but it can be anything around the general Saturation and value. Goblin hair is any color of the rainbow, but is mostly darker with blondes and white being common dye colors. Goblins generally do not have typing quirks, but most double their exclamation marks and question marks, and some OBNOXIOUS PRICKS put the amount of cash that they have in front of their message as a prefix. They also always use "Asian style" emoticons--that is ^v^, ;n;, etc. instead of =), ='(, etc. A fully grown Goblin is the size of a normal Human 13 year old--keep that in mind if you make older OCs!!

How to get a Goblin Child Base (Requires GIMP) : Go get a Homestuck sprite base (Black/White ONLY) and shrink it by 50%. Then just max out Contrast, and all the grey bits should go away. Touch up the lines with the pencil tool (1 px circle at 1.50 size works best for paths/lines) and Voila! You have a goblin.

[Lazer Ilitenter]

>Be the Wrestler
Hey, the correct term is Superstar, buddy.
>Be the Superstar
Good. Also, Im not a Superstar. Heheh.



Your name is DEAN “THE QUAKE” CLEMONT- No wait, dammit, you’re DEAN CLEMONT. You don’t have a ring name because you’re NOT A WRESTLER.

What you are is a SMARK, one of those folks who knows WRESTLING ISN’T REAL but still watches and LOVES EVERY MINUTE OF IT. You haven’t believed once in your life that Wrestling is real, mostly because your DAD is in the business. When you were young he always told you not to emulate what he did in the ring, due to its FAKENESS and the need for proper training to do it right. Nowdays, though, it seems like not a day goes by he doesn’t try to get you to START TRAINING with him. It’s not like you don’t want to be a part of the industry, but you’re just not interested in all the potential INJURIES that come with the game. You’d much rather act as a MANAGER, or maybe a COMMENTATOR. Your dad has caught wind of this too, though, and he’s now making you CUT PROMOS whenever you want to talk to him. Which is fine, that’s something you’ve gotta know how to do, but he recently TURNED HEEL so now it usually ends with a FAKEY STRIFE that you have to sell.

Beyond wrestling, your INTERESTS include POINT-AND-CLICK ADVENTURE GAMES. You’re REALLY good at these for some reason. You don’t NORMALLY think that, say, a knife, a string, and a banana could be combined to make a FISHING POLE, but these things just sort of CLICK for you in games. You’re very proud to say you HAVEN’T DIED in an adventure game since you were ten. Well, except for story-related deaths, but you don’t count those because they’re not avoidable. You’ve also played your share of TEXT ADVENTURES, but you can’t really stand not having some sort of GRAPHICS backing up what you’re doing when you’re playing. You know there are some TEXT ADVENTURES WITH GRAPHICS but those are just sorta weird.

You enjoy, and are very good at MAKING T-SHIRTS. You’ve always helped your DAD design his t-shirts to sell at matches, but its only recently you started doing it for YOURSELF. However, since you can’t just get a wrestling company to send the designs to CHINA to get them made, you make each of your t-shirts BY HAND. You like to experiment with various paints and fabrics which can lead to some... INTERESTING RESULTS. Interesting results that look like someone HORKED ON A TUNIC. However, following conventional means you think you can get any design down without FUCKING IT UP ROYALLY.

You’re SUPPORTIVE and CHUMMY to your friends most, if not all of the time. Granted, you’ll RIB THEM to no end and make sure they know their FAULTS in the bluntest way possible, but always for support, never just to be a TWAT. ...Okay SOMETIMES just to be a twat, but only with your REALLY CLOSE friends. You’ll never make fun of someone for liking something, even if you really think it’s STUPID. You get enough of that yourself. Now, this sort of does a 180 when it comes to your WRESTLING. You have a firm set of OPINIONS and BELIEFS that you think, you KNOW are CORRECT. You feel that, being as close to THE INDUSTRY as you are, you’ve gotta be right, right?

In any aspect, though, you always try to give RESPECT to everyone and hope they do the same. Your DAD always told you you have to be able to trust someone and they have to be able to trust you or else you’ll end up CHOKESLAMMED INTO A TURNBUCKLE when you turn your back. That doesn’t really apply to you, but the SENTIMENT is there. Those you can’t trust you still try to be kind to, but you are far more willing to be an ASS to them. You know, come to think of it, there’s A LOT of stipulations where you’d be willing to be an ASS to someone.

You have both CHAIRKIND and TABLEKIND Strife cards, but you’ve only allocated a weapon to CHAIRKIND. WRESTLING makes tables out to be these super deadly weapons that can kill someone if you break them over one (or break one over them), but in reality they’re just HEAVY, CUMBERSOME, and HARD TO SWING. Your DAD insists you have both, though. You only barely got out of having to use LADDERKIND, the fucking worst one of them all.

Your FETCH MODUS is EXAMINE. In every good ADVENTURE GAME, you can look at an item and have your character EXPLAIN SOMETHING ABOUT IT that may solve a KEY PUZZLE. With this modus, you have to say something along the lines of “This can be used to unlock the door in the hallway.” or “It’s addressed to Dr. R.F. Baker. I wonder who that is?” to get it out of the modus proper.

You live in PENNSYLVANIA, very close to a lot of great INDIE WRESTLING LEAGUES. You have a pretty damn nice house, if you say so yourself. Two bed and two bath, very modern architecture style, but nothing out of place with the other houses on the street, lovely kitchen with an island in the middle, oh right and also your entire living room has been replaced by a WRESTLING RING, complete with a SCALED DOWN TITANTRON and ENGLISH and SPANISH ANNOUNCE TABLES. You would be upset at your dad for this if it wasn’t actually PRETTY AWESOME.

Your chumhandle is kayfabeScrewjob and Youll sometimes forget that not everyone knows every wrestling in joke brother dude jack. \_O__/

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Name: Dean Clemont
Age: 16
Text Color: Blue (29, 53, 185 / #1D35B9)
Symbol: Luchador Mask
Strife Specibus: Chairkind, Tablekind
Fetch Modus: Examine Modus
Guardian: Dad (Luchadad/El Aguila Azul)
Land: Land of Sulphur and Canyons
Title: Knight of Heart
Dreams: Derse

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FFFFFACK

[Hatman Hatmyth Hatlegend]

Holy balls I no longer have the only wrestling related character.

[EmbersInYourEyes]

Your name is JENN ROLAND.

You have lived a fairly easy life in which you have gained quite a few hobbies and interests, although you will admit they are accrued from your peers and family members’ influence, both of which are incredibly NERDY.

Relatedly, you are most fascinated in the applications of BIOLOGY in FICTION, including SCI-FI, FANTASY, and MYTHS, and you are not afraid to admit that you have dabbled in CRYPTOZOOLOGY. Your other hobbies include your incessant need to always be drawing or sketching or doodling or thinking about doodling as a way of blowing off steam, although you stopped VENT ART a LONG TIME AGO. You dropped this DOOM filled view on life after you resolved to be a SICKENINGLY POSITIVE OPTIMIST, which your FAMILY thinks is more insane then they are and banned you from caffeinated drinks, thinking this was the source. Sadly, they were in the right in the manner that its not good for you and you have had several rather EMBARRASSING INCIDENTS which involved the EFFECTS OF CAFFEINE on you that you would really rather have people forget because they are too embarrassing for you to even have dignity to face them with.

You not only enjoy art, you live, breath and swim in art, which, when you think about it is a tad literal since you believe art can be found in almost anything (almost happens to exclude a lot of those dumb trashy pictures that ruin your passions). You are pretty sure VINCENT VAN GOGH is your HOMEBOY, and you only say ‘homeboy’ when talking about the VVG. Otherwise you would apologize to the world infinitely for sounding so very very stupid. At least your art makes you think and feel quite alive, however.

Speaking of thinking, this is probably your more closed off and sensitive hobby that you only share with friends who will not make jabs at you for, which are few and far between you have found. But none are aware of your many and ENTRENCHING THOUGHTS about how and why you do shit, and not that they should be. One of your close friends happens to tease you and call you a MONK of sorts for all the “zen shit you’ve got up there”, but you don’t believe there is anything quite “zen” about it.

You frivolously love OWL-THEMED ITEMS, and have for the past couple of years COLLECTED JEWELRY to add to the collection you called your PARLIAMENT, because after all, it *is* a group of owls. You have a secret love for all things lacey and have several articles of clothing stashed away for the day when you feel brave enough to put them on and STRIFE WITH YOUR NERDY FAMILY about it. After all, a girl can dress nice and love the nerdy side of life, right? You certainly think so.

Besides, it would compliment your incessant desire to be OVERZEALOUSLY MOTHERLY when you have your fits of bravery. When you do have such a fit, you SMOTHER PEOPLE almost literally in your affection; you admit this has resulted in a few awkward affairs because you found you are both SELECTIVELY and UNWILLINGLY OBLIVIOUS. This has made figuring out people a little more immersive than you’d like, regardless of your love for mind-tinkering.

Your strife specibus, which you are thoroughly embarrassed by, is lampbaseKind, made by a hasty decision after being attacked in your home. You have never really gotten around to changing in and you found out once rather inconveniently that if you can plug it in, it can be like a makeshift cattle prod. You just stick to bashing people with the broken lamp base, however, because that was a really nasty experience you’d rather not witness happen to other people.

Your Sylladex happens to be the interesting Messenger Modus, which involves thirteen envelopes that can hold a variety of items if you “expand” an envelope. You used to be only able to carry thirteen items (ironic because you received the quirky thing when you were thirteen), but since then have expanded. You are sure there is a weight limit, but the FAMILY never really talks about whether or not they bought the custom that holds more or less... You hope its more.

Your pesterchum handle is meticulousMuse and You try to type as cleanly and neatly as possible, with as few errors (curse their bloody bodies that you would make from their metaphorical masses...) as you physically can while making alliterated, odd curses (and go off on tangents!). >.O

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Age: 16
Land: Land of River and Inevitability (LoRaI)
Title: Monk of Doom
Consorts: dull red salamanders
Strife: brknlmpbsKind, or elctrcrodKind
gaurdian: the FAMILY
P/d: Prospit dreamer

((Critique well-appreciated, particularly on the strife specibus. :P))

[CrazedWormHole]

Your name is JENN ROLAND.

Oh my god this girl is adorable.


Had to get that out.

[beaUty_and_destrUction]

==>Be Matt, the personality insert.



You are MATT SETSUN. You attend a PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL and you are SEVENTEEN YEARS OF AGE. You are a MALE and obsessed with ANIMALS. Your average clothes bare the mark of the beast. The beast as in the NORTH SIDE PET SHOP where you work as an ANIMAL HANDLER which you consider your REALISTIC DREAM JOB aside from becoming a VETERINARY DOCTOR, but that would require allot more school work than you can handle. You live in a SMALL BORING APARTMENT that often has the WORST INTERNET CONNECTION in the world so you often op for the PUBLIC LIBRARY with your BLUE-VIOLATE COMPUTER. Your Chumhandle is creatureTamer [CT] but however overused it is you still love it like that STUFFED ANIMAL is always hidden under you GREEN HOODED SWEATSHIRT because it's been yours since the BEGINNING OF ALL CREATION. You consider this TRUE because your OBSESSIONS began with that ADORABLE BEANIE-TIGER. You love STRAY ANIMALS. They are just like you because they are looking for their parents. You carry at least ten leashes on your person because you just love walking these creatures around like they are yours. You know your parents must have many many pets because you love animals so much that they must. You're very self conscience and you don't like to cause any DISTURBANCES IN THE FORCE. You've seen many movies in your life and you believe in the CIRCLE OF LIFE because it's inspiring and meaningful.

Your POWERFUL CONSCIENCE has been your PERSONAL GUARDIAN ever since you remember. It guides your every choice but sometimes internal conflict with it causes you to act differently as use the "mask approach" because you want to fit in. Your parents exist somewhere in the world and you know it. You have a difficult time keeping your train of thought going forward because you get distracted very often even in conversations. You often make no sense when you talk to PEERS because of this. You find it rather pointless to change yourself however, you know being your self is more important. You like to be friendly and supportive to others and you have allot of GOOD ACQUAINTANCES because of it. Having friends reminds you of a NORMAL ORDINARILY BORING LIFE that you realize many people don't actually need to be happy. You don't like to use people or their DOMESTIC RESOURCES because you know that your wonderful and humble parents would never approve of being over dependent on others. You often aspire to find your HIGHER HUMAN PURPOSE and find you BIOLOGICAL PARENTS. No one knows you are alone and you intend to keep yourself independant rather than in an ORPHANS' HOUSE or FOSTER HOME. You believe both places are possibly hell because you've been seeing too many UNREAL VERSIONS of those places in movies online and from OLD STORY BOOKS. And besides you're 17 already. Nothing to worry about.

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((ooc: Seen this template, gunna use it, hope you don't mind.))
Name: Matt Smithson
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Birthday: Aug-2
Sign: typically a tiny Tiger head, but for work the North side pet shop logo.
Guardian: CONSCIENCE, ((dat wonderful inner voice that guides people into doing the right thing and what not.))
Sprite: Kernel normally is anything [for any session, but by his own fault, Matt would end up getting a cat prototyped then it would normally end in him not knowing that he shoudln't be touching the catsprite to pet it.... So Mattsprite (with cat ears and tendancies) is a typical thing.]
Sylladex: Leash ((ooc: Every item is connect to at least one other. Taking one thing out means the connect items break out too. Painfully annoying while first starting out)
Specibi: LeashKind ((ooc: Literally leashes that are used for dogs and such creatures.))
ChumHandle: creatureTamer
Color: 6633FF
Typing Style: ((Fun vocabulary, whatever comes to mind is gunna be said. This is not meant to reflection race or sex or anything of the sort, just good fun with vocab.))Dude, what are you speaking of? I'm just sitting here with my pet animal known to be a cat.
Title: Knight of Heart ((ooc: took a few tests, this combo is the story of my life.))
Land: Land of Themes and Significations.
Quest: Bring color back into the world by bringing "themes" into the world with "significant things" to save the consorts from their bland and boaring lives.
Denizen: Yaldaboath: "The mask of the knight brings sorrow to himself. The land be as he is. Cold and grey as the face he wears."

[PriffyViole]

@EmbersInYourEyes: All I can think about with that profile is Peggle.

[EmbersInYourEyes]

@EmbersInYourEyes: All I can think about with that profile is Peggle.

Hahaha, really? xDDD Why Peggle??

[Damascus]

((Alright, I'm really rusty at photoshop, so here goes nothing. Feel free to critique, it's just a self-insert.))

>You: Be me. ==>

Wait, be who now?

>Me. The person narrating this.

I don't even know you.

>Alright, fine. I guess I'll take it away from here.



For starters, what's your name?



Okay, you're pretty sure that's not your name, as amazingly classy as it is.

>Try again.

You like to go by either OATSCAR WILDE or DAMASCUS, as you don't particularly like your real name. You are fascinated with HORSES OF DIMINUITIVE STATURE and SCARY VIDEO GAMES. You are trying to make a career out of creative writing, but seem to be stuck on a PERMANENT WRITER’S BLOCK. You also love to collect and play with BUGS, as evidenced by your pet mantis, SNIPPERS. You can’t afford a proper terrarium for her, so you are forced to store her in an EMPTY PLASTIC DRAWER, which she doesn’t seem to mind.

Your fetch modus is the HAIKU MODUS. You have to write a description of the item you want to fetch in the form of a haiku. It is WILDLY IMPRACTICAL, but makes for good writing practice in your downtime. You have the BATKIND strife specibus. It might not be the classiest weapon to use, but it’s simple and lethal. Your weapon of choice at the moment is the aptly-named GHETTO BAT, a steel bat with a reinforced rod down the center. You end up in the LAND OF TEMPLES AND FOG, a vast and dark world with tall concrete spires. The only escape from the choking fog is to climb to the very top of the spires. The thermally heated temples are filled with AWESOME MANTISES. You are destined to be the ROGUE OF LIGHT. You have IMMENSELY SHITTY LUCK, but through having it, allow those around you to be much luckier than you.

Your chumhandle is literaryShenanigans and you tend to speak very formally and in a verbose manner, but how rigorously you capitalize and use punctuation depends entirely on who you talk to. You also like to flirt with frequent tildes and emotes~ :3

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Name: Oatscar Wilde or Damascus
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Birthday: May-2
Sign: Twilight Sparkle's head ((will probably end up changing this, I couldn't think of anything))
Guardian: MOM. She's a doctor that likes to drop in on your apartment at random times, and her arrival is usually very alarming. She's always pestering you to get a real job, for god's sakes.
Sprite: AVERYSPRITE, formed by the protoyping of your favorite stuffed animal, a fox named Avery. It's very loving, but sometimes pranksterish.
Sylladex: Haiku
Specibi: Batkind
ChumHandle: literaryShenanigans
Color: 008000
Typing Style: Obsessively proper and verbose, a bit of a grammar nazi, but adapts capitalization and punctuation to whoever you talk to.
Title: Rogue of Light
Land: Land of Temples and Fogs

((I may flesh this out later.))

[Herzinth]

> Introduce yourself

You are Miriam Shale.

> Pics or you don't exist.



Once again, you are MIRIAM SHALE. As you can see, you are a HUMAN FEMALE. A HUMAN FEMALE who enjoys to READ, especially TALES of the FANTASTIC GENRE. In fact, this has led to your enjoyment of WRITING such FANTASTIC STORIES. You also enjoy the PRESENCE of PEOPLE. To the point where you feel uncomfortable with NO ONE AROUND.

You are prone to SARCASM of the LIGHT-HEARTED VARIETY. You like to HELP OTHERS if it's in your ability to do so, and dislike people who are LOUD and OBNOXIOUS. When such VILLIANS present themselves, you have a tendency to THROW SOFT OBJECTS at them, such as PILLOWS. Preferably PILLOWS. You sure do love those SOFT CUSHIONS filled with BABY ANGEL DOWN.

You live WHERE EVER PLOT DEMANDS, which most commonly is in a MYSTERIOUS INN OF SOME SORT. In this INN OF MYSTERIOUS ORIGINS you are often the SELF EMPLOYED COFFEE MAKER. When you aren't making these BITTER DREGS OF REALITY, you are READING in your PILLOW PILE, two INTERESTS that you are already aware of.

When FATE demands that you COMMUNICATE with people AT A DISTANCE, you use PAPERCHUM as your preferred method of COMMUNICATION WITH SAID PERSONS. It is BASICALLY PESTERCHUM but that looks like PAPER. Your CHUMHANDLE is literaryAcolyte and your TYPING STYLE is fairly REGULAR, except for the fact that your LINES are wrapped in \|/ and ||| to represent a BOOK OPENING and CLOSING, and that your replace ae and ea with a æ. With UPPERCASE if necessary OF COURSE.

[canidaeVulpecula]

Your name is Alex Adagio, and DAMN do you love music.

Your ever-present headphones are constantly pumping out SICK JAMS and ILL BEATS into your ears. You can't say you particularily dislike any genre - only certain SONGS. Every genre has its gems, after all. However, you will always be a ROCKER at heart, and as such, rock is your favorite genre. You often space out while listening to your undeniably RAD TUNES, so your friends occasionally have to wait a while for you to respond on PESTERCHUM. However, you're always willing to turn down the tunes for a bit and LEND AN EAR to your friends if they need it, and it seems you're the designated shoulder to cry on and advice giver. You dont mind though! You love helping your buddies out in whatever way possible. The only problem you have with being the resident therapist is when you have an issue, you just dont feel right talking to your friends about it. They've got their own problems and you don't want to dump yours on them, too! It's never really crossed your mind that they do that to you all the time.

You have a penchant for ORANGE TIC TACS , DECORATIVE PILLOWS and GUITAR. You don't believe you've ever held onto a case of the small tangy delights for more then an hour and multiple of the small cases litter your desk. You sometimes like to build little towers out of them, and one day you'll make a big ORANGE TIC TAC CITY. You also love to ensconce yourself in PILES OF DECORATIVE PILLOWS when you talk to your bros on pesterchum. The reason is obvious; they're comfy! Your favourite pass-time is to go to the park, rest against the nearest tree and play aimlessly for hours on end. You're not sure what you'd do if your guitar ever broke.

Your chumhandle is cantabileCadenza and you dunno, you guess you speak in a pretty chill manner, just like any other dude, y'know? hahah :) you might use smilies just a little too often and ramble a whole lot, too, but you dont think you should up and change any of that cause thats just who you are, and-

Alright thats enough.


==> Alex: Exposit on your biggest fear

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Can't help but think that this is a desaturated human!Rainbow Dash 8D

TD?: Be the elusive Author Avatar:



Yeah sure, why not.

Bonjour, chaps! Just signing in over here, too. I've been away from the internet for a long time, but hell, what's new?

My tales are serpentine, my characters labyrinthine in their depths. Whimsy, mysticism and technological adepticism are my trademarks, as are those many would consider to be "Super Heroes." Crossovers, my forte. Dubstep, my addiction. My projects are expansive, my head, swollen. As windy as I may be, bag-wise, I am yet, as ever, full of tricks both linguistic and asinine.

I am The Writer Of Tales, and I am back for the long run.

My speech is florid and often of little import, if as clipped as it can be.

In SBURB, my titles are as myriad as anywhere else, yet I will most often go by the title Knight of Time, or King of Space.