CHUMROLL 2: (Traditional Rude Joke Regarding Trollslum)

[leonicReaper]

==> Be the weird glowing.. kid.

You try incredibly hard to be the glowing kid. It is difficult, but you succeed. You have a feeling this is because he was willing to let you be him for this small introductory text, and that he may kick you out again later.

Your name is AURUM. You do not have a last name. You are the FIRST GUARDIAN of an Earth alternate to the one that is in range of the GREEN SUN, which means you lack the powers associated with it, but do not lack powers completely. You are still pretty OMNISCIENT and you can TELEPORT (...within fifteen feet of yourself,) and you have quite a bit of KNOWLEDGE about ancient things and some GAME that is constantly in your head despite never having learned about it. You figure this is because you are a FIRST GUARDIAN, and so after all, you would know anything and everything about the universe!

Actually, that is a lie, and a pretty blatant one. While you possess GREAT KNOWLEDGE, most of it is hidden away in your mind and you cannot access it. In fact, you are really pretty UNINFORMED about things and until recently you were even convinced that ROME was still a major power. You'd barely even HEARD of "America" until you started using your powers of OMNISCIENT OBSERVATION to watch the youth of said country, which is when you began to observe the distribution of an ODD VIDEO GAME that made houses disappear and asteroids start to fall from the sky, which is NOT GOOD NEWS!

Something tells you there is NO WAY TO STOP IT now that it has started, so you resolve to JOIN a promising pack of human children in their adventure through the game using an old laptop that you found in the nearby RUINS. (You would later obtain the captcha code for the very same laptop and place it in the ruins for your past self to find.) You think First Guardians are probably NOT supposed to play this game, but you won't have any of that - sometimes you just have to stick it to the man and do what you want. Man, sometimes you forget that you're still technically a child.

You love things that are GOLD, especially white gold, and like to collect things that are SHINY. You're a bit immature and slow to trust people, but once you do, you're sure to keep them safe and advise them as best as you can. You get pretty frustrated when people don't do as you ask or advise, however, so your advice can be a double-edged sword to your relations with others.

Your chumhandle is opulentObserver and you do your best to make your speech visible, but it's really rather hard when you love gold as much as you do.

You do not have a symbol visible on your body but you represent yourself with your crest.

You fight with a longswordKind strife specibus, and you have no use for a modus as you can store things in your own personal hammerspace. (You sometimes forget that you've done this, however, and things tend to get lost permanently because of it.)

You live on a secluded island all by yourself, but you have SHARKS to keep you company. You love sharks. They're very kind creatures, even if they attempt to eat you because you CAN'T FLY very well and fall into the water when you try to hover over them.

TLDR/Info:
Name: Aurum
Age: ????
Title: Heir of Hope
Chumhandle: opulentObserver
Strife Specibus: longswordKind
Current weapon: Longsword
Land: Land of Clouds and Shards
Consorts: Yellow Iguanas
Sprite: Sharksprite

BONUS:

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This is what you would look like if you were OLDER. If you had BIG WINGS like this, maybe you'd be able to fly better...

[zblueboltz]

==>Be what'shisface?

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Name: Daniel Doughty
Title: Mage of Rage
Handle: Cerulean Blitz
Strife specibus: Chopickaxekind
Fetch Modus: Pockets

You are Daniel Doughty (Alternatively...)

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Dann, for canon because haha it counts as a real abbreviation.. That is very very rarely used, mostly by people under.. 60. Don't known for canon second name, though.

You're in generally bedroom painted blue in wooden floorboards which are actually everywhere, with your brother, living in England, in a house that has rooms made by your Father, who lost his dream to become a carpenter. Outside are two garage one full of heavy tools (one of which, you "BORROW") and one full of paints and other decorative crafts decorations.

You and your family are slightly poor which is pushed by the decline in economy and you're a slightly CHUBBY guy and you AREN'T PARTICULARLY ADVENTUROUS usually, very, very LAZY, and slightly afraid of moving forward (metaphorically) or trying new things, even then nothing seems to be that impressive to you, as if they aren't worth the effort, or because nothing is ever good enough. NOT EVEN YOURSELF.

You have little interests because of this, and tend to be a LONER, generally alone, and outcast. You tend to fend for yourself and WORK BETTER ALONE anyway, as though others get in the way. You're also bullied a lot since it's easy to get you mad and all the other guys think it's funny, but it gives you stronger Independence. You always FIGHT BACK, though, you'd rather not. Though you have always put into the same category as the ruffians because of this, as though you are to blame for being bullied or something! Because of this you RESENT it when people blame you for anything.
Your HUMILITY, perfectionism and realism usually has influence on you too. You aren't really, uh, cool or stylish or good and think you're generally an embarrassment or something to be around with.

You are however, interested in playing VIDEO GAMES, particularly fantasy and RPGs, when you have nothing to do, EATING CHOCOLATE. This is your primary source of escapism from the general BULLSHIT of your no-life. You are adept in DIGITAL GRAPHICS and generally make whatever your imagination calls out, though nothing is ever perfect enough, but you usually do this to feel like you're doing something... You also generally enjoy ROCK MUSIC (especially in video games), though you'd never play the guitar when you can use PROGRAMS. It helps uplift your spirits. Despite you being a general outcast you have a GOOD WILL and will end up helping people upon request. Usually just favors though you never ask for any yourself. You don't even know why. You will seem to care much for others than yourself, and have often defended your brother when he too, was bullied as you are stronger.Not to say he helps you too. You often feel caring a reason to pretend not to care and keep people away from you. However, you will pretend to not care about anyone to try, just to hide this as you think of it as your own weakness.

Your chumhandle is ceruleanBlitz based of your favorite color - #3333FF blue. Also, Blitz because it's a cool sounding word that sounds like an RPG attack. You type dramatically - as if to get a point across... Or... Just to be based... On your feelings.
And this is your icon. A cool blue lightning bolt with angry eyes that s bound to strike spontaneously, you even made it yourself.

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Weaponry (It cuts stone!)

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[Cleptomanic]

==> Be bored enough to betray all of your principles and make a fan kid even though you told yourself to never do that ever, EVER.


You are now Ruby Marters and you turned 13 years old today (14th of April, 2009).

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You are ridiculously unlucky. You are so unlucky, you accidentally allocated your Strife Specibus to iceskatekind. But you hate ice skating anyway, so you guess you don't mind. Your interests include playing games with high amounts of unnecessary violence, watching really gory movies, and making friends on the internet, where you spend most of your time. Since you are probably the only person in the entire internet who lives in a small town in Germany, you never meet those people in real life.

A lot of people think you are a massive tomboy, and you think they are right. You are rather antisocial, and unlike the other girls that are your age, you never had a boyfriend before. You like to go out for shopping or other girl stuff, but you do those things preferably alone.

You have a lot of friends on the internet, and four of them invited you to play the beta of a popular game with them that was supposed to be released earlier this month. You also like your Sis, who is someone you look up to. Alas, you rarely see her since she pretty much never leaves her room in the basement from where she works. Your parents own a Wander Circus and are almost pretty much never home, a fact that you try to hide from your nonexistent rl friends.

It just so happens that today is the day your copy of SBURB got finally, entirely and irreversibly lost after scurrying around in the depth of the shitty german mail system for several months.

Funny enough, since the game was released you never heard of your good friends John, Rose, Jade and Dave ever again. Seems like you won’t get to play SBURB with them, especially now that your copy is lost.

Your chumhandle is sanguineEnthusiast and you tend to capitalize words to give them more IMPACT.

Was that a meteor heading for your neighbours house just now?

((Ruby is a kid that is unlucky enough to never receive her ordered copy of SBURB, and then she dies off in a beta timeline. The end.))

If Ruby wasn’t so unlucky she would have played the game with the four kids and would have taken her place in the Land of Haze and Fog as the Thief of Blood. Ironically, her exile would have been PM. Mail. Get it.

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Name: Ruby Marters
Handle: sanguineEnthusiast
FEMALE / HUMAN / GERMAN
Symbol: Blood and Heart
Title: Thief of Blood
Guardian: Sis (Job: Works comp stuff from home, she is a massive shut-in)
Land of Haze and Fog
Derse Dreamer
Location: A small town in Germany
Text Colour: Dark Red
Quirk: capitalizes a lot of words ENTIRELY for IMPACT

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((I am also roleplaying as her on pesterchum (sanguineEnthusiast). She pesters in a timeframe where she doesn’t know about her lost copy or the fact that she is a minor character that dies off soon yet, she ordered SBURB already though and is patiently waiting for it to arrive in the mail))

[Dudemaster47]

> Be eternally pissed off the self-insert.


Your name is ALEX HILLER and you TURNED 15 A FEW MONTHS AGO (January 8th, 2009). But, obviously, today is in fact APRIL 13, 2009 AND WHY WOULD IT BE ANYTHING DIFFERENT?

Anyway. You are an AMATEUR MUSICIAN, playing both the CLARINET and the SAXOPHONE. You think you're PRETTY GOOD, but you could be a lot better if you GOT OFF YOUR LAZY ASS AND PRACTICED. This goes for pretty much everything else, too. You are also a GAMER, obviously. So it goes to show that you are TOTALLY PSYCHED about this new game SBURB that's coming out. It sounds so awesome! Like...the Legend of Zelda, the Sims, and chess all mixed into one! Or something. You also have a FORUM ADVENTURE which you've pretty much GIVEN UP ON EVER MAKING called the ELEMENTAL GANG. It remains an INJOKE among you and your friends as you HAVE ALL THE CHARACTERS AND PLANS MADE, but NONE OF THE ARTISTIC ABILITY TO MAKE IT.

ANYWAY...you like to think you're a pretty cool guy. You tend to be PRETTY CHILL most of the time, although you are EASILY PISSED OFF. This happens especially when things don't go your way or if people contradict you or cannot grasp basic (to you) concepts. As a result, you tend to RANT ABOUT COMPLICATED THINGS SUCH AS TIME TRAVEL. This is because you're generally very sure that EVERYONE ELSE IS PRETTY MUCH COMPLETELY WRONG AND THEY REALLY NEED TO BE CORRECTED ON THIS. No one ever listens to you because of this, despite the fact that YOU THINK YOUR PLANS AND IDEAS ARE PRACTICALLY FOOLPROOF AND EXTREMELY LOGICAL. You think that they are, anyway.

But hey, you're never the leader, even when you try to be and yell as loud as you can. You guess it just doesn't work that way for everyone.

ANYWAY. You have a LOT OF WEAPONS, and as a result kind of OVERDID IT BUYING STRIFE SPECIBUS CARDS. So now, instead of a FETCH MODUS, you simply use your STRIFE PORTFOLIO for storage (thank god for bagKind!). This would eventually lead to you choosing your PREFERRED SPECIBUS, BATKIND, out of many such as SWORDKIND, HAMMERKIND, or AXEKIND.

It's hell when you need to find things that AREN'T weapons though, and you kind of wish you had a specibus that ALLOWED FOR TOTAL STORAGE OF ANYTHING. But that's a pipe dream.

Anyway, your chumhandle is screwballSparky and you tend to talk in a pretty laid back but still correct fashion. If you were to play a CERTAIN GAME, you would be the SEER OF VOID in the LAND OF FLAME AND SHADOW.

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Name: Alex Hiller
Age: 15 (2009), 18 (2012)
Handle: screwballSparky
Title: Seer of Void
Land: Land of Flame and Shadow
Strife Specibus: batKind / jokerKind
Sylladex: Strife Modus
Guardian: Dad
Consorts: Crocodiles

[kinkyTaxidermist]

==> Be the dumb redneck.


Excuse you? I don't think I heard y'all correctly, why don't you try that again?

==> Err, be the good-natured southerner.


S'what I thought you said.

Your name is KATE WINSOR and you turned 13 SEVERAL MONTHS AGO on August 7th. (200

You have a variety of INTERESTS. You've got a mighty fine interest in TAXIDERMY, and you're proud to say you're pretty good at it. You also enjoy HORSE BACK RIDING and PLAYING VIDEOGAMES. You are also pretty darned enthusiastic about OLD MOVIES, you've got a pretty damn massive collection of VHS tapes and posters, all in black and white and featuring STUDLY COWPOKES WITH CHIPS ON THEIR SHOULDERS. But your all-time favorites are Westerns starring your man, your honeypie, your sweetie doll...

Okay so John Wayne's dead, big deal. The Duke is YOUR Duke and you love him and someday you will time travel back to meet him and you'll get married and that is final... Actually please don't ever let anybody hear that, that is purely for your own fantasy, you would never tell a soul.

Actually, even if you wanted to tell someone, you don't know that many people, seeing as you live at 000 EMPTY STREET, WEST BUMBLEFUCK, IN NOWHERESVILLE, TEXAS. Okay maybe not exactly, but you're so far out west that you don't have a street name, so you might as well be. It's really just you and your Grandad out there on the cattle ranch.

Speaking of your Grandad, he's a pretty cool guy. He's like 87 or something and he still drives the Cattle like a man in his prime.

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It's possible he's immortal, you're not sure.

Anyway, he homeschooled you as well as taught you the ways of RANCHING as well as a variety of SURVIVAL SKILLS he picked up in his years as an honest to God COWBOY. You look up to your Grandad so much, he is everything you aspire to be.

Though growing up largely secluded has been... difficult. You've very few friends, and all of them are online. When you meet new people, they often think you're a boy, but you are not, you are a lady and goshdarnit you wish they'd stop acting like you were a dude just because you talk like your Grandad. They gotta clean their fool heads out and realize they can't judge a person based on their damned text I swear.

You're a bit of a TOMBOY but that's okay, you go for NECESSITY rather than more superfluous things.

Your chumhandle is kinkyTaxidermist and just 'cause you use some slang terms and shorten words, don't mean you're dumb.

Currently, your copy of Sburb is travelling across TEXAS in a UPS Truck, attempting to reach your incredibly out of the way Ranch.

It's a shame, because even when you get it, you're pretty sure you have nobody to play it with.

If you DO ever get to play it, however, you would be whisked off into THE LAND OF CASTLES AND CLIFFS. You would find yourself as the PRIEST OF SOUL.

Also, you wield the SHOVELKIND STRIFE SPECIBUS.

TL: DR

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Name: Kate Winsor
Chumhandle: kinkyTaxidermist
Age: 13 as of August 2008
Quirk: Regular syntax, uses stereotypical southern terminology and sometimes words things like a stereotypical cowboy/girl.
Strife: ShovelKind
Land: Castles and Cliffs
Title: Priest of Soul
Guardian: Grandfather
Consorts: Goats

FUN EXTRA THINGS

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[scientificBlues]

Because I was cursed by the ghost of a cat that I may or may not have eaten, Chumroll is forever an imperfect mirror of trollslum. To reinforce this point, the index has been rearranged to be alphabetized by chumhandle initials! Ooh, ahh. Let's all glare in the general direction of momatoes and shake our heads in disappointment at her for making me actually get off my lazy rear and do some work.

==>Be the agoraphobe bookworm.

That's inaccurate in several ways. Perhaps try something a bit closer to true?

==> Be the dumb redneck.

Excuse you? I don't think I heard y'all correctly, why don't you try that again?

I like both of these a lot!! Thumbs way up.

==> Be bored enough to betray all of your principles and make a fan kid even though you told yourself to never do that ever, EVER.

You are now Ruby Marters and you turned 13 years old today (14th of April, 2009).

Many have tried, few have succeeded. This is how a joke character is done, folks. Study close, because you won't see another this solid for a long while.

[Tekkenfreak4]

Missed one, SB...

http://www.mspaforums.com/showthread...=1#post5593581

[scientificBlues]

I miss nothing.

You saw nothing.

[ThisIsZen]

Oh, wow. Thanks a ton, SB!

[trilbyulatingDungeoneer]

Is there a non-troll, non-human fancharacter thread out there? :L

[ashdenej]

Is there a non-troll, non-human fancharacter thread out there? :L

The Chumroll is for miscellaneous aliens, too! i.e. this thread. Just check the first post, haha.

[MostlyHarmless]

Is there a non-troll, non-human fancharacter thread out there? :L

Thread 1!

Man, don't you wish you could keep track of all these fanmade human (or miscellaneous alien) characters popping up everywhere?

You're in it.

Edit: Masterful ninjary there Mr Ash.

[Cleptomanic]

Aww, thanks SB! Though I was really only bored when making her, roleplaying as Ruby on pesterchum is a lot more fun than expected.

[Tekkenfreak4]

I miss nothing.

You saw nothing.

Are....are you a ninja?

[trilbyulatingDungeoneer]

Wooo! That'll teach me for not reading through!

Weird, that's like the only time I haven't.

Also I'm going to assume nobody will mind if I post images done in different programs, without regular sprites?

==> Be the first of many Cyborg Lego Minifigs.

(click through for full-sized image! (Other perspective, no land)

Okay, you are now that guy.

Your name is Necrosa and your age is basically irrelevant at this point. You are one of the many players of your bizzarely OPEN-ENDED SESSION, and just one of the inhabitants of your POST-APOCALYPTIC PLANET. Your kind have, using various methods, STAVED OFF DEATH by transforming to a MECHANICAL STATE, to varying degrees. You are also bombarded with BIZZARE LIFE FORMS from ALL ACROSS THE MULTIVERSE, which has lead to more than one case of the SHENANIGANS.

After entering you distanced yourself from your CO-PLAYERS, only returning to aid in the destruction of the RIDICULOUSLY OVERPROTOTYPED BLACK KING. Your consorts are PURPLE OCTOPI, and yes, you are mostly a skeleton at this point.

Your WARPCODEK is dessicatedTripod, and your SBURB title is the Thief of Change. You prototyped your sprite, foolishly as it turns out, with a HIVE TYRANT.

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Your planet is the Land of Turbines and Mountains, and you wield the ROBOTKIND strife specibus.

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Name: Necrosa
ChumhandleWarpCodek: dessicatedTripod
Age: Irrelevant
Quirk: Dry humor.
Strife: Robotkind.
Land: Turbines and Mountains
Title: Thief of Change
Guardian: N/A
Consorts: Purple Octopi.

==> Okay, now be the second one.

(Other perspective, inc. land)

Well yeah, obviously.

Your name is Kanden and you are another of the IMMORTAL CYBORG INHABITANTS of Necrosa's planet. You're actually just a HEAD by now, but that's no reason to stop EXPLODING THINGS.

You have spent your time almost exclusively both in and out of your session developing the most DEADLY AND EFFICIENT FIREARMS possible, and your right arm is currently home to a built-in version of the most impressive one you've been able to muster.

You are the KNIGHT OF GUNS and your consorts are BLACK BATS. Nobody should be surprised at this point to learn that your strife specibus is CANNONKIND. You prototyped your sprite with a close friend of yours, CYBORG TEDDY ROOSEVELT, who was at the time equipped with a CHAINSAW ROCKET LAUNCHER.

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Because fuck logic, that's why.

Yeah, you're genuinely amazed that you didn't all die the instant you entered.

Your WarpCodek is loosecannonConqueror and your planet is the Land of Frost and Fortification.

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Name: Kanden
WarpCodek: loosecannonConqueror
Age: Irrelevant
Quirk: Capitalisation, exclamation marks, explosion sounds.
Strife: CannonKind
Land: Frost and Fortification
Title: Knight of Guns
Guardian: Cyborg Teddy Roosevelt (CTR)
Consorts: Black Bats.

==> Be the Third.

Your name is Varisson, and you are the BADDEST ASS EVER. There is no game that has not been TAMED, no enemy UNBEATEN, and no army that has failed to be MERCILESSLY BENT TO YOUR WILL.

On your readily established PLANET, you were at the heart of a ROVING BAND OF WARRIORS, patrolling the ENDLESS DESERT in search of ENEMIES TO SUBJUGATE. As soon as SBURB hit your world, you were the first to volunteer, and your LEGION OF APPRENTICES stayed behind. Perhaps due to your ability to "MAKE FRIENDS AND INFLUENCE PEOPLE", you immediately gained to summon creatures to your side during battle.

You are the LORD OF MONS and you take no god damn prisoners. Your WarpCodek is kickassWarlord and you have replaced most of your body with THE MOST AWESOME MECHASUIT ANYBODY COULD ASK FOR. It has fucking blunderbusses, guys. BLUNDERBUSSES.

When you enter the game, yours will be the Land of Stature and Ruin. Your CONSORTS will be BLUE ANTS.

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Name: Varisson
WarpCodek: kickassWarlord
Age: Irrelevant
Quirk: Bombastic speech
Strife: SuitKind
Land: Stature and Ruin
Title: Lord of Mons
Guardian: N/A
Consorts: Blue Ants.

[VeritasUnae]

==> Be the character profile that's been hiding in your signature.

Well, if you insist. But you supplant an image as well, to make this extra special.

(hair supplied by Avinoch)

==> Veritas: Skip to the end.

This session has failed. You briefly regard your short history. Your name is VERITAS UNAE, a kid of the planet EARTH. You happen to be a DERSE dreamer, with the title PAGE OF KNOW(LEDGE). The session recognises you as the monosyllabic term, but you extrapolated the second half yourself. Your session ended a while ago. You still remain due to WEIRD PLOT SHIT. Even weirder is your ability to BREAK THE FOURTH WALL and you enjoy BECOMING MORE META. Unfortunately, it usually confuses a lot of people so you avoid doing it in Pesterchum. Your interests include PLAYING MALLET PERCUSSION and READING. You even have gone so far as to set your specibus to BOOKKIND. Usually a useless specibus, you had alchemised a TOME OF MAGICAL POTENTIAL upon entering the Medium, but it was left back on your planet, the LAND OF MUSIC AND TECHNOLOGY with your OWL consorts. After PLAYING THE COMPUTER and UNMUTING THE MUSIC, you reached the coveted top rung of your echeladder, ELECTRO GYPSY. You are currently asleep on your planet, perpetually awake in Derse due to the HORRORTERRORS that keep you in the FARTHEST RING. Without that tome, or at least ascension to Godhood, you wouldn't be able to fight back against the Horrorterrors and leave the Furthest Ring to help other sessions. Your Inventory Modus is BOOK, where all of the articles are captchalogued into a large book. The more items, the heavier it is to carry around. But you don't really use it much any more. Your sprite is a SELF WRITING STORY SPRITE that is made of a BLANK BOOK and a DARKENED INK VIAL. It's pretty much told you all it knows; all you use it for now is to write down notes of interest and other meta-based readings. The one other power that has been granted to you since entering the medium was a mild form of TECHNOKINESIS, communion over technology. COMPUTER DATA is, after all, just a lower form of KNOWLEDGE. It's how you managed to coax your portable laptop to the Farthest Ring so you could try and find someone to help you.

==> Veritas: Embark on a new journey.

You do as such! After briefly meeting with trolls through Pesterchum, you find your sphere of influence crossing theirs. After your planet is destroyed, through the space and time of the Incipisphere you find your realself flung into another session holding several trolls! You take your place as the 6th player, replacing the deceased player, MAELUR. From the Farthest Ring, you collect all of the players' computers, acting as an overseeing eye to the game taking place. But you don't know how invested in that you are any more due to the roleplay destabilising. You have a want to turn it into a forum adventure, of course, but you're waiting until you have time for that to happen. And again you venture into the realm of meta. You've got to stop doing that.

==> Veritas: Recall events pre-Sburb

Right, priorities, you almost forgot. You are a NINETEEN year old HUMAN from LOS ANGELES in AMERICA. You moved out of your parent's house where your BROTHER, DEMESTA UNAE still lives. You now live on campus at UCLA, where you had begun studying PSYCHOLOGY, before the Sburb game was released, obviously. You also have a keen interest in MALLET PERCUSSION, having saved a great deal of money to purchase a MARIMBA. Literally. That was a good $8000 dollars you saved. Took a good long 4 years of video game deprivation. But you love playing that thing.

Your chumhandle is calculatedTechnique and you end all of your sentences with a flourish!~ Understood?~

God-Tier (shamelessly manipped from John) and Symbol of Know

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Name: Veritas Unae
calculatedTechnique
MALE / HUMAN / AMERICAN
Symbol: A pair of drumsticks.
Page of Know
Land of Music and Technology
Derse Dreamer
Guardian: None
Family: Brother, Demesta Unae; Child, Verita Nausea

(I might've made up some more stuff just now. It is suddenly Vericanon.)

[doomedHermit]

==> Become the desert loner.

You're, uh, now the desert loner, if you want, I guess.


(( some bonus images that are large ))

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You are Elizabeth Smith, though you refuse to tell anyone your full name. You use the chumhandle doomedHermit and tend to talk єя, шitң д stядиgє иєяvөџs мџмвlє. You are deeply interested in CLASSICAL GREEK LITERATURE and VARIOUS OCCULT ITEMS that you know are all rubbish anyway. You pass the time with intellectual pursuits in ENGINEERING and the applications of VENOM FROM NATIVE FAUNA, which ranks amongst the most deadly on Earth. TRAP-MAKING has always interested you and helped protect your home from predators. The symbol on your hooded shirt is taken from the MAJOR ARCANA of the TAROT, and it represents the HERMIT, a sign you believe epitomises you rather well in both meaning and name-sake.

You use a complicated 'Trap Modus' as your fetch modus, meaning that trying to retrieve your items is deadly for any and all who aren't as experience in trap-work as you. The strife specibus of your choice is BOOMERANG-KIND, though it can range from the simple curved throwing clubs they were originally meant to be to the stylised returning kind.

You are currently in the middle of a game of SBURB with two other friends and a third person who is a friend of a friend that you have never spoken to. From your home in an aging bunker in the Simpson Desert, Australia, you were the first player to get your SBURB CLIENT disk active. The son of your supply pilot, who has been your only close-by companion, activated his SERVER disk and you began on your way. With a love of classical Greek literature, your first choice in sprite prototyping was a copy of Homer's Odyssey, a tale of the heroic Odysseus on his journey back home from the Trojan War. Now accompanied by your hoplite-sprite, you race to figure out how to defend yourself from that ominous ball of flaming rock heading straight for your location. The pre-punched alchemy card revealed itself to be a key, and it surprisingly fit into that one locked door you could never open. Jumping inside, you wait out the inevitable destruction of your home in the only safe place available.
Coming out, you find yourself in The Medium. Imps with armour of bronze and long spears now threaten you. Working your way up to the gate (but not without a fair amount of alchemizing and weapons testing), you depart to the Land of Sand and Darkness, where you now reside.

[Ripcord]

>Be the self insert.

VR: Okay.

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You are now MATT PARKER. Today is your seventeenth-

HA: No you fucking dont!!

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Ow.
Alright, let's be someone else, then.
How about this little psychopath?

>Be the psychopath.

HA: >:I

>Be the violent psychopath.

HA: >:IIIIIIIIIIIII

...
>Be the (overly) energetic girl.



You are now VALERIE HERRING.

You are FIFTEEN YEARS OLD, and have been for several months. Since you moved to the city not too long ago, most of your time has been spent in the small HARDWARE STORE you work for, owned by your MOM and located near CHINATOWN, SAN FRANSISCO. Since you don't get many customers, you tend to take unscheduled breaks to go hang out with friends, and do stuff like playing VIDEO GAMES, RACING, CLIMBING, and really WHATEVER PASSES FOR SPORTS IN THIS CITY WHEN THERE ISN'T A DECENT PARK NEARBY. You tend to be a bit short tempered, and anger usually means physical violence. Your friends don't mind though. You're actually pretty nice as long as you aren't in some kind of frenzy. But if someone REALLY PISSES YOU OFF, they'll have to take the full might of your FISTKIND ABSTRATUS to their UGLY-ASS SWOLLEN PUDDING BALOON OF A CRANIUM.



Your chumhandle is halfpintAggressor (you are short and tend to hit people, you do not attack midgets or small children. you don't know why people keep assuming you do.), and you Are very energetic which in your case means not taking time to punctuate sentences until the end!! Upon entry to the medium, you will find yourself in the Land of Vines and Glow, and will be known to your consorts as the HEIR of LIGHT.

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Name: Valerie Herring
halfpintAgressor (#738bad)
Female-San Fransisco
Symbol: Crosshairs
Heir of Light
Land of Vines and Glow
Guardian: Mom

>Okay next. Be the hyperactive little bastard I guess?

TO: >>sweet

>Wait, didn't I already do your profile?

TO: >>yeah but

>Next.

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Name: Taylor Ayers
topsideOverride (DarkRed)
Male-San Fransisco
Symbol: >
Thief of Breath
Land of Light and Abyss
Guardian: Boss

TO: >>what this is bullshit
SO: Hah.

>Be the Kleptomaniac.

SO: Recovering kleptomaniac.

>Whatever.



Your name is RILEY TURNER.

As of recently, you are FIFTEEN YEARS OLD AND STILL HOMELESS. Well... maybe not homeless, but your DAD is a massive drunken tool and you have spent the last two and a half years avoiding him. Which, of course, means NO HOUSE FOR YOU. You're okay with that, though. The CITY ROOFTOPS are usually a safer bet for someone with your... condition. You are, as you insist, a RECOVERING KLEPTOMANIAC. By recovering you do of course mean not recovering, so you stay off the streets in the most literal sense possible to avoid temptation. When you aren't busy STEALING USELESS CRAP, you tend to read one of the few BOOKS you managed to sneak out of the house with you when you left. When you aren't busy with THAT, you talk to friends on PESTERCHUM. Never in person, for reasons you refuse to disclose. (You are, in fact, ALMOST TOTALLY MUTE.)



Your chumhandle is scurrilousOutstrider and you Tend to use proper grammar. You're a bit short sometimes, as you are easily distracted by potential loot. You didn't just say that. Your strife specibus has not been allocated, but those swords in those chinatown shop windows are looking pretty nice. If, hypothetically, you were to return to your forsaken home to play a game with some friends, you would eventually find yourself in the Land of Ice and Dragons, and be marked as the ROGUE of VOICE.

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Name: Riley Turner
scurrilousOutstrider (Orange)
Male-San Fransisco
Symbol: Orange Marathon Pokeball
Rogue of Voice
Land of Ice and Dragons
Guardian: Dad

SO: Voice?
SO: You dick.

>Yep. NEXT.

SO: Be the inventor.
SO: Chop chop.
IF: heheh
TO: >>wait what
TO: >>you already did his profile why does he get another one

>He got actual character development.

TO: >>and i didnt

>...Not really, no.




You are now ZACH LOMBARDI. AGAIN.

Three months ago you turned FOURTEEN YEARS OLD. While some of those years were spent in an orphanage after a BAD GAS LEAK (that's the story, anyway) resulted in the destruction of your parent's home, you have since moved into an apartment with your SIS. You don't get out much for various reasons, but the time in your apartment is well-spent. Since you woke up on DERSE, you have been using the extra hours to hone your ENGINEERING SKILLS, to the point where you can build advanced technology practically on a whim. Of course, this technology is BUGGY AS FUCK, but that has never stopped you from trying. Eventually you hope to revolutionize the way people live in some way, but you're not sure which one yet. You are not very lucky most of the time, but you still have several great friends which more than makes up for the CONSTANT FAILURE in NEARLY EVERY OTHER ASPECT OF YOUR LIFE. When you aren't in your workroom, you enjoy PLAYING VIDEO GAMES and reading SCIENCE FICTION NOVELS, preferably ones grounded in the universes of the games you play. Several of these games also let you create a character and decide your own fate. You find you like the immersion. Occasionally it's nice to be SOMEONE WHO ISN'T YOU.

Your chumhandle is inaneFixation, and you are sometimes a lazy typist, but at least it's legible. :P When you inevitably play SBURB with your friends, you will find yourself lost in the Land of Storm and Solace, and be known and hated for various reasons as the KNIGHT of MIND. On your journey, you will have your trusty BATKIND ABSTRATUS to defend you.

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Name: Zach Lombardi
inaneFixation (Green)
Male-San Fransisco
Symbol: Sputnik
Knight of Mind
Land of Storm and Solace
Guardian: Sis

TO: >>okay fine hes actually changed but would it really be that hard to put mine in here

-- The Narrator [RIPCORD] blocked topsideOverride [TO] --


>Now then. Who are these other two?

TA: That would be me.

Oh yeah.

>Be the conspiracy theorist.



You are now ELIZABETH MASTERS.

As of nearly half a year ago, you are FIFTEEN YEARS OLD. You live with your MOTHER in a large estate just outside of... Well, the SAME CITY EVERYONE ELSE REFERENCED IN THIS POST IS FROM. For those just joining, that is of course SAN FRANSISCO. ANYWAY. Your MOM owns a good chunk of this big, local shipping company, the name isn't important but you are pretty sure there's something fishy about it. When you're not busy with your FRIENDS, you have a tendency to look into matters that REALLY DON'T CONCERN YOU, though you will never admit that anything would be better off left alone. You have this need to UNDERSTAND HOW THE SYSTEM WORKS, whatever system that happens to be, and if something seems wrong you will immediately try to figure out what that is. This of course means guessing and pointing fingers. When you're not busy pissing off every business owner in the area, you like to play VIDEO GAMES and read DETECTIVE NOVELS. You love a good mystery.



Your chumhandle is tertiaryAbsonence and you Tend to speak in a manner that emphasizes everything you say, without being too obnoxious. Once inside the medium, you will take your place as the SYLPH of BLOOD on the Land of Pulse and Void, with your POLEKIND ABSTRATUS to assist you on your journey.

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Name: Elizabeth Masters
tertiaryAbsonence (#c4b577)
Female-San Fransisco
Symbol: Three Plots
Sylph of Blood
Land of Pulse and Void
Guardian: Mother

>phew.

TA: Only one more to go!
HA: Where doing it man!!

>Let's make this hapen.

IF: lets do this man
SO: Let's make shit take place.

>Be the new kid.



Your name is LUCY CANNON. (Yes, really.)

As of today, January 7th, you are FOURTEEN YEARS OLD. Your DAD is an operative in the CENTRAL INTELLIGENCE AGENCY, and the two of you have just recently been transferred to the city for REASONS HE IS UNABLE TO DISCLOSE. Naturally, you tend to play this up quite a bit in conversations. He really doesn't do much dangerous work, or so you think, but you think that's not very interesting to hear about so you add your own details. You do that with a lot of things, really. Anyway, when you're not busy exaggerating your life to your friends on PESTERCHUM, you can be found either at the FIRING RANGE squeezing a few rounds out of your TRUSTY SIDEARM, taking photos, writing shitty, character destroying fanfiction, or EXPLORING THE CITY UNSUPERVISED. The sidearm helps.



Your chumhandle is ruthlessEmbiggenator, and you tend to talk without capitalizing unless you mean Serious Business. Later on, you will find yourself trapped in the Land of Wind and Gemstones, and will be known throughout as the WITCH OF SHADE.

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Name: Lucy Cannon
ruthlessEmbiggenator (#7e00ff)
Female-San Fransisco
Symbol: Skull
Witch of Shade
Land of Wind and Gemstones
Guardian: Dad

...

(( well that took a month to write but I MET MY DEADLINE. ))








AT: Where am I?
>GET BACK IN THE BOX.

[PrussianMoose]

@Ripcord: Oh my gosh, your kids are cuties.
I hope those little rascals are going into a roleplay or an adventure of somesort, I'd love to see more of them (and your astoundingly pretty art)!

[Crazy-8]

(I might've made up some more stuff just now. It is suddenly Vericanon.)

So you're saying you...Verified it?

[Cliff_Racer]

>Be the self insert who ISN'T female.



pfff, sure thing, brah. Lemme get riiight on that. qB)

You are now GLEN ELMOTTA.

Today, the NINTH of JANUARY, is not a date that is special to you. Sure, it's close to your birthday but FUCK THAT you hate your birthday. You share it sometimes with Martin Luther King which is cool but totally takes the attention off it. Which is also cool, because YOU HATE ATTENTION. You'd prefer being left alone in your little spot just drawing, maybe listening to some music or playing a game! Yeah! Take THAT, society!

Completely unrelated to any of that, you are a CROSSDRESSER. You've only really told this to a couple friends you trust alot alot, because if you were open about this you'd probably be ridiculed. You cannot take RIDICULE that well. You either blush alot and curl into a shame ball or BE REALLY LOUD AND LAUGHY ABOUT IT and beat yourself up inside. Though, that doesn't mean you are a SENSITIVE GUY. You're one of the most APATHETIC people you know, and have a SICK, DRY SENSE OF HUMOR... Which somehow is funny. You don't get it either. Otherwise, you're just really fun and tired alot. You tend to FALL ASLEEP INCONVENIENTLY.

Your HOUSE is a sweet-ass SPLIT LEVEL place. Medium sized, big enough for FOUR PEOPLE to live comfortably. You also have two DOGS, whom are adorable, energetic little shits. You have one sibling in your direct family, a little brother, whom ANNOYS YOU TO NO END. You love him to DEATH though. You just don't wanna be next to him 24/7, which unfortunately happens ALL THE TIME. Your DAD is a smoker and your MOM is really nice and intelligent. Your DAD works nights often, however, so you don't really see him when you get home from SCHOOL, and your MOM works at the nearby military base until a while after you return.

Most of your AT-HOME time is on the COMPUTER. You loooove your compy. But sometimes, you play around with a STAFF you made from fallen logs in your teeny-tiny back yard. It's basically just a BO STAFF with some cool engravings you made, you just use it as a walking stick alot when you're tired. You haven't really had another use for it! You tend to keep all your stuff in your MESSENGER BAG, since your FETCH MODUS is an annoying, inconvenient piece of shit. You have to laugh into it. Yeah.

MOVING ON.

Your chumhandle is sarcasticEnigma, and you type erratically. Yeah, that's right. Erratically. YOU WANNA FIGHT ABOUT IT? lmao it's ok, joking with yooou! <3

Your Strife Specibus hasn't been allocated yet!

Your fetch modus is Giggle. It requires you to laugh into the item's card a sufficient amount to retrieve it. Actual laughter, too, no fake crap.

TL;DR!

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Name: Glen Almotte
Gender: Male (Will pretend to be a lady for as long as possible.)
Age: 16, nearly 17.
Symbol: Crescent Moon and 'Moon Lily,' a reference to one of my old forum adventures elsewhere. Color #FF6500
Dreams on: Prospit
Exile: Paranoid Mailmistress (Prudish Messenger)
Tag: sarcasticEnigma
Land: Land of Pulse and Hive.
Consorts: Bees. Good lord, the bees.
Title: Thief of Breath

[VeritasUnae]

So you're saying you...Verified it?

charles i can't even. that was great.

[Lazer Ilitenter]

>Be the bane of Reno high



Your name is JACOB HALBERT, journalist former journalist for your school newspaper. SIGH.

You’ve lived in NEVADA all your life, on a ranch near Reno. You do various odd jobs, helping your UNCLE tend to the BISON and making sure the DEER and the ANTELOPE aren’t always chewing up the place. Well, wait, no, there aren’t any ANTELOPE, they live in Africa. Okay, point is, you do work on a ranch. You don’t get COMPENSATION for this, though. Your UNCLE says the fact that he gives you three square a day and a place to live is payment enough. And you can see where he comes from with that, it’s tough out there sometimes, so you try to do as much good as you can to help keep the place running, as well as help with the HYDROPONIC GARDENS.

However, RANCHING is not your calling. You are a JOURNALIST at heart. When you were a child you used to look at a lot of the ILLUSTRATED BOOKS your uncle kept shelved in his study, many of which were written by the illustrious DR. HUNTER S. THOMPSON. As you grew older, you read the books, as well as the works of other progressive journalists. TOM WOLFE, NICHOLAS TOMALIN, TRUMAN CAPOTE, all of these folks rank among your heroes. Their off-beat brand of truth and getting to the story have always struck you as better than the typical “Go to place, say what happens, leave” sense. You feel like one of the only people who understands the deep undertones of books like THE ELECTRIC KOOL-AID ACID TEST, and their impact on history. Just because you may be gathering the truth in a roundabout way, people tend to discount these as fake journalism. You feel that if these gained more mainstream exposure, though, people would learn to appreciate their objective-yet-subjective styles.

This mentality has gotten you into trouble, though. You used to be part of your school’s NEWSPAPER CLUB. Most of the time you would just do puff pieces on upcoming events, which didn’t bother you much. School is boring and doesn’t have much to offer in the way of GROUNDBREAKING STORIES. However, one day you happened to be snooping around in the principle’s files, when you noticed a memo he had on his desk that clearly outlined a GRATUITOUS MISUSE OF SCHOOL LEVY FUNDS. When you tried to submit the story, though, the EDITOR, your English teacher, not only refused to print the story, but kicked you out of the club and gave you a detention for rifling through the principle’s stuff. To your knowledge, nothing has been done to correct these wrongs. It still steams you to this day.

Besides your journalistic inclement, you do have many interests. You are very knowledgeable in DESERT ZOOLOGY, spending most of your time out in a desert. You have many PETRIFIED DESERT ANIMALS on display in your room, from scorpions to snakes to salamanders. You also follow the JOSSVERSE. You didn’t even know you did until you discovered FIREFLY, BUFFY, and TITAN A.E. were all done by him. Now you try to keep up with every work he does when you get the chance. You also love ANY MUSIC WITH AN ACOUSTIC GUITAR. You wish you could play acoustic guitar, but your uncle says instruments are for losers who will get a job waiting tables. You are not quite sure you can disagree. You are also very fond of HYDROPONIC GARDENING. You think if everyone just got one of those gardens food prices would drop overnight, and everyone might enjoy the fresher food. As well as the many OTHER THINGS that can be grown in those gardens. Like parsley or thyme. But even if you don't grow food, you think people can still BENEFIT from these gardens. By growing flowers and decorative plants, of course.

Most of the time you are very MELLOW. Gee, there’s a word you don’t hear much any more. It is incredibly difficult to truly rile you up to the point of outright anger. At times you’ll remain in a near catatonic state of CHILLNESS. Many people have never even seen you upset, and those who have hardly noticed. You also show a sense of politeness usually seen by folks in the DEEP SOUTH, very “Yes sir” and “Yes ma’am” until you know they’re comfortable with you. You suppose your UNCLE, being from Alabama, raised you to keep this way, but you don’t think you’d have it in you to just be an outright dick to someone anyway.

Your chumhandle is sereneGonzology and ‘Sides from the occasional southern colloquialism, you s’pose you don’t type that weird.

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Name: Timothy Jacob Halbert
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Symbol: Six-fingered hand holding a peyote button
Strife Specubus: Flyswttrkind
Fetch Modus: Fax Modus, you have to send in a fax to the company that made your modus saying you want an item out, and they'll release it when they get it.
Text Color: Dusty Brown
Planet: Land of Flesh and Ink
Title: Duke of Fear
Dreams: Prospit
Guardian: Uncle
Consorts: Eels

[Never]

> Be the one who isn't a self insert.

there are lots of those

> Well, what about you then?

yay




Your name is SAGA HARTMAN, and you are extremely fond of the art of VERBAL COMMUNICATION.

That doesn't mean that you're GOOD AT IT, however. In fact, you're RATHER SHY, not to mention QUIET. But though you are held back by this, you love GIVING ADVICE ON WHAT OTHER PEOPLE SHOULD SAY, especially for SPEECHES. You're planning on eventually becoming the PERSONAL SPEECH WRITER TO THE PRESIDENT, so all the information that you hold should be valuable. And it is, most of the time. There have been a few ISOLATED INCIDENTS where your advice WASN'T VERY GOOD, but that was in the past and you've resolved not to put those words in someone's mouth ever again.

You currently live in a small town in southern OREGON with your MUM in a small TRAILER PARK near your school, or at least the one you're going to for now. MUM always wanted the best for you, so she will not hesitate to MOVE to find you BETTER SCHOOLING after bad things happen, or if a PRESTIGIOUS ACADEMY is accepting new students. More often than not, you'll PACK UP AND MOVE to wherever the better school is. You've SEEN A LOT this way, and since MUM is a WRITER for a TRAVEL AGENCY, this is also beneficial to her line of work as well.

There's certainly sad bits to your life too, yes, but with your fairly recently acquired VIDEO-AUDIO HEADSET COMPUTER with Pesterchum's text-to-speech client, Chitterchum, inculded, a lot of OLD FRIENDS from all over the country have found their way back to you, which has made a lot of the sad bits go away. You're getting PRETTY GOOD at programming it as well, and prefer to use the included VOICE RECOGNITION SOFTWARE you've improved upon as opposed to the attachable keyboard when you're not TINKERING WITH CODE or SENDING CAPTCHAS.

Your favorite place you've been so far was JAPAN. During your last SPRING BREAK, your MUM took you there for your BIRTHDAY and bought you YOUR COMPUTER while she was at it. Your favorite part of the trip was seeing the CHERRY TREES BLOOM, and you bought your favorite shirt at a seasonal store that was probably a TOURIST TRAP, considering how EXPENSIVE it was. You're not OBSESSED with the country, though you like the scenery and still know how to say 'where is the restroom' in Japanese.

Other than all that information on your life, you are GENERALLY VERY SWEET AND KIND to the point of DISGUSTING PEOPLE WHO CAN'T STAND NICENESS. Note that when you WANT SOMETHING, you TEND TO GET IT thanks to your WAY WITH WORDS, though you usually end up APOLOGIZING for these SHENANIGANS later, whether you are caught or not. You can be EQUALLY AS GENEROUS, however, so you figure you have at least NEUTRAL KARMA. In addition, you have a great desire to PLEASE THE HIGHER UPS, while still APPRECIATING THE SMALL FOLK. Despite all your generosity and niceness, you still can't seem to comprehend that ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER THAN WORDS, and can be OVERLY TRUSTING OF MERE APOLOGIES.

Your FETCH MODUS is currently set to the Voicebox Modus, which requires you to SAY A CODE WORD TO RETRIEVE THE ITEM. The more important to the plot the item is, the longer the word. You're just praying at this point that you don't accidentally captchalogue anything HYPERCRITICAL, lest you wind up with THAT ONE WORD THAT TAKES THREE YEARS TO SAY as a code word.

Your Strife Specubus is currently set to megaphnKind, which may sound USELESS until you temporarily DEAFEN PEOPLE with the STATIC yours can make.

Your Chumhandle is audioBarometer and you use voice recognition software so you cannot use punctuation at all which dissapoints you very much because intonation is everything

If you were to join a Sburb session, which is moderately likely to happen, you would be the Bard of Breathe in The Land of Bricks and Apples (LoBaA), with your consorts being dark cyan Legless Lizards, and your Denizen is Pan.

TL;DR:

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Name: Saga Hartman
Age: 13
Gender: Female
Symbol: A Cherry Tree with abnormally bright blossoms
Strife Specubus: megaphnKind / Megaphones (Relies on static and built-in-sirens mostly, due to quietness)
Fetch Modus: Voicebox / Code words required to retrieve items.
Text Color: Bright Reddish Pink
Planet: Land of Bricks and Apples (LoBaA)
Title: Bard of Breathe
Dreams: Derse
Guardian: Mum
Consorts: Legless Lizards
Denizen: Pan

OOC!Notes: First real Fancharacter, yaaaay~ Also she sounds like Fluttershy, which is very much win IMHO.

[xAngel_Raphaelx]

==> Be the stupid blonde bipolar naz* boy who is yo-


WHAT?!... THAT IZ ZO UNCOOL MAN!

...Excuse me! of course i meant..

==> Be the cool but funny blonde german boy who loves everyone equally!

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danke! zatz alot better!

Your name is Raphael Schmid and you turned 19 years old last year! (19. june 2011)

Yeah... you are 19 years old...but everyone you meet calls you at least 16 or 15 years old! You actually don't really care about this! You like to look younger than other humans in your age! Also you believe it's because you are a gemini at the zodiac sign, its said that most of them look younger than other humans and also have a bit of elvish looking ears, what's kind of true! That's also one thing to mention, you have a really big obsession for this whole zodiac sign stuff! You think it's really cool but scary at the same time that 95% of the text in the internet about the sign gemini is true and really kind of reflects your behaviors and acting! You are even bipolar and your favorite colours are red, blue, orange, yellow, purple and black. You also find it strange that the planets of the gemini sign are blue and red, because if you look inside your house pretty much everything is in that colour, for example your couch is blue while your bed is red with blue/red pillows,also everytime you drew something since you were a kid you started to make a sketch with both of those colours! pretty strange huh? Oh, well! You actually think it is more cool than scary and so you just continue being your strange but maybe cool self!

You also have a big interest in comedy and like watching funny videos in youtube or in the tv! Everyone probably thinks you must be really cool in real life but... THAT WOULD BE THE BIGGEST LIE EVER IF YOU AGREE TO IT! actually you are very clumsy and you make a fool out of you alot... you don't want to mention your stupid past at all. It gives you big depression and also headache, that's also the part where your bipolar thing comes in! it gives you alot of headache you are kind of nervous and hyper acting and you just can't stop arguing with yourself in your weird mind. You better don't want to mention the mentalbreakdowns you have too.Even though it seems like you are kind of stupid and crazy in a way, you really proof to be a good person in real life! you like making others laugh and you also try to help as much as you can, but then you bash yourself down way to much and hate yourself for being ''unperfect'' because you also have a ''wanting to be perfect'' complex too. god you are so pathetic.

Let's just forget about all this and carry one with another thing you want to tell us! It's about paradoxic things! Oh, you really love those things! it amuses you greatly since you were a little kid to look at those ''M.C. Escher'' books! his drawings inspirate you in a way and you think it's interesting how this can work on a paper but not in real life at all! Hehe, you even like to say similiar things like ''The following Sentence is true. <---> The previous Sentence is wrong.''.Even more funny is... you really like fire and flames! but at the same time you think ice is really cool too! You can't really decide between those both options, even though you have a flame parka but not one with ice... but you think its better to wear the fire one because of sozialistic matters. You just don't want to look cold... you are a warmhearted person and you think others should know that!( Though if your bipolarity kicks in you can be really coldhearted to others without noticing it yourself!)

Like mentioned before you also have a problem to decide if it comes to colours! If you are on the pc you most likely go and look at your avatar and think he is cool and at the next day its the total opposite and you go and change it to a different one! Hell! Sometimes you think you change your avatars and pictures more than you would change your pants!

Other than all that... you mentioned before you done some sketches!You really love to draw pictures, but it also depends on your mood if you are able to draw at the moment or not. If you are happy you most likely will draw really awesome things! At least that is what your friends tell you, you don't want to preen with it at all and you know there are alot of other good artist out there!

Oh and also! you have quite a few parkas. you just love those! they are really comfy in your view! Your first one were orange! Haha, you just got a temporary title in real life from some of your friends because of that! maybe you want to guess which?



OH MY GOD! zey killed Raphael! you baztardz!
No... they didn't you liar!



Your chumhandle is twinParadox and you replace ze letterz ''th'' or ''s'' wiz a ''z'' inztead , becauze you have a zharp german voice! you hate uzing zoze --->'<--- zings becauze you sux at englizh!... a bit! oh and you only uze BIG LETTERZ if you are excited or mad! alzo zometimez you juzt randomly zrow in zome german wordz like ''danke'' , ''ja'' or ''nein'' ! =P

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Name: Raphael Schmid
Chumhandle: twinParadox
Gender: Male
Symbol: Fire
Title: Seeker of Wisdom
Land: Land of glow and chocolate
Strife Specibus: Scythekind
Guardian:My California Kingsnake Alexej

( edit: i gonna use PURPLE and i changed some things!XD )