(NOTE: it is highly recommended that you have read Homestuck and are up to date with it if you intend to sign up for this RP! However, don?t worry if you haven?t. It?ll make things that much more interesting if you don?t know what to expect!)
You, a youth full of energy and anticipation, stand in your bedroom, preparing to play a game with seven of your friends. This is not just any however; this game could decide the fate of the universe, and several other universes, for that matter. Along the way you shall experience wacky antics, evade devious foes, encounter tragedy, romance, humour, and possibly even discover the true meaning of that human disease called "friendship".
This is, in short, an RP based on the spectacular webcomic "Homestuck". You, the player, shall assume the guise of a youngster between the ages of 11 and 16, and, along with seven other players, shall engage in a game of Sburb not dissimilar to the one portrayed in the original comic.
Your name is DONNIE CONCIDO. You are 14 years old. You have a variety of INTERSTS. You have a passion for MUSIC and spend ALL YOUR MONEY buying records which are scattered haphazardly over your floor. You like to play guitar but YOU ARE TERRIBLE AT IT so it mostly just sits in the corner of your room gathering dust. You have a tendency to be calm and lazy at THE WRONG TIMES and that has gotten you into serious trouble in the past. Most nights you are UNABLE TO SLEEP because you are too busy DELIVERING "LEGITIMATE" PACKAGES for your brother. You have a fondness for INTERNET CULTURE and spend a decent portion of your time looking at WEBCOMICS and PLAYING GAMES. You are HIGHLY CRITICAL of your favored entertainment and can come off as KIND OF A SNOB when talking about them. You really try your hardest to stay interested in what others are saying but most of the time you JUST DON'T CARE. You also have an unusual FEAR OF FRIED FISH, but you're sure that will never be important. Never.
Your chumhandle is apatheticMuse and you tend to let emoticons do your talking for you ^_^
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Your attempt was unfortunately successful. You are an annoying, forgetful, misunderstood, kind of stupid, boy. Your room in the Elmer Mansion is super MESSY due to your short MEMORY. At school you are avoided quite often, or picked on. Your name is Derek Elmers, but mostly everyone calls you "Derror", either because your face is so ugly that its a horror to see, or because your class just has problems speaking when they see such a hideous thing. Please put on a paper bag right now! Don't cry..cry baby. SHUT UP! You have an interest in computers, games, and music. You use the "remember for you" captchalogue which is a little complicated to explain. Either that or you forgot how it worked altogether. Your parents are on vacation, from you, to Las Vegas. They left you with your almost always asleep grandma, Petuna Elmers. Though she usually goes by: THE REAL MRS.ELMERS.
Your chumhandle is[font color=#00CD00]TerrorTwoshoes, and you spek wit a few forgoten leters.[/font]
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An adolescent human stands in his bedroom relaxing. He was brought into this bustling world 14 years ago, but only today shall he be given a name. What shall this lad's name be?
"Hobolover Ballonhead"
The boy applauds your attempt at humor but warns you that this gag is overused. You try again.
"Kegan Blackwell"
That's more like it.
You're name is Kegan Blackwell. You have a dazzling amount of interests but you never seem to pursue most for a long time. That is to say they aren't really interests, AT ALL, IN FACT. This is most likely because you are LAZY. You spend most of your time relaxing in your bedroom or playing VIDEO GAMES. You have a burning passion for some games and consider yourself a connoisseur of the best the medium has to offer, but you never really talk to much about it. The room you inhabit is rather messy and more than once have you stepped barefooted on a stray controller. There's nothing remarkable about it except for your custom built computer and all the peripherals scattered on the floor. You aspire to become a game designer, but because of your complete lack of willpower you are content to wallow in MEDIOCRITY. You are QUITE GOOD at programming though and make a habit of hacking into wireless networks. You are a bit of a COMPLAINER. And that is a gigantic UNDERSTATEMENT. You try to bottle it all in yourself before exploding into a storm of crankiness. Thankfully you have the trait of being completely CALM while RAGING.
Your ChumHandle is exceptionallyMean and you speak devoid of any personalization.
She also now comes in two flavors, be-hatted or de-hatted
After looking around a bit, you find ANOTHER GIRL to be. So you do so.
Your name is Clarisa Saunders, you are a 15 YEAR OLD GIRL and live in a mostly above ground house in the 'wilderness' of the MOUNTAINOUS TERRAINS with POP. You two moved there at the urgings of your GRANDFATHER in search of A CERTAIN COLONEL'S gold bullion reserves, though what such an esteemed southerner would be doing that far North of the Mason-Dixon line, let alone burying his asssumedly vast fortune in such a location, is beyond you.
Currently you are relaxing in your room after another fond day of continuing the process of honeycombing the underground in search of treasure, and while anything of actualy monetary value has been found you have in the meantime made quite an impressive array of INTERESTING SHIT. They are displayed on a shelf, or would be if there was much to really display. At the moment there is only a small paper serving as a reminder to tell you to put INTERESTING SHIT there, along with a helmet and FREAKY GAS MASK. In the corner of your room is closet full of OBJECTS OF SECRET OBSESSION, though it's contents are a girls secret. And since you ARE the girl who put them in there you know that it panders to your odd love of GIANT MECHA's of all shapes, sizes, and functions. In fact, you'd like nothing more then to actualy be able to have one of those amazing feats of construction... but not that you'd share that little fact with anyone though, that's your prerogative
You yourself are of moderate interest, being a TOMBOYISH GIRL in the sense that you do not exactly enjoy wearing dresses or make-up, and are willing to beat on anyone who comments on what that may connote, currently you are wearing your FASHIONABLY RATTY-PATCHWORK COAT, though the coat is nowhere near as fashionable as you wish to imply, as it has nowhere near the minimum of patches needed for it to be appear to ironcly be from a thrift store. Currently you're looking under your bed in search for your Laptop, with little success due to your SHITTY-ASS LUCK, your chumHandle is apotropaicAntithesis, and you... dont really have a typing quirk other then dictating your actions most of the time *between stars*
Your name is NEIL RIVERS, you are a 15 YEAR OLD BOY. You have brown hair and you are wearing brown pants, a shirt with a rather odd design and a pair of white shoes covered in paint. Your room is rather MESSY, your walls are covered in PAINT, you have PAINT SUPPLIES scattered around your room beside SCULPTRES; DRAWINGS and PAINTINGS you?ve made hanging on the walls along side OTHER ARTIST?S PAINTINGS. Your hobbies include PAINTING, DRAWING, SCULPTING, and other ART related endeavors. Your ChumHandle is ArtsyKid And you often replace ze end Ss with Zs and replace thes with zes. You are a kind, art loving kid that is constantly looking for new styles of art to do; you hope one day to become a great artist.
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Your attempt fails, as you are not the other girl, but only girl present at the moment.
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Yeah, I stole Serket's hair, but painting my own extensive hair was HARD!
Your name is AMBER GREENWITCH. You are a FIFTEEN YEAR OLD currently resting in your room after a tough game of CRICKET, which is one of your INTERESTS. Around your room are certain TOKENS of these interests, as you are not a very neat person. Apart from your CRICKET BAT in the corner, your floor is littered with a full CARD DECK as you fancy playin a game now and then. These are barely visible however, as ROLLS OF FABRIC are splayed across them. This is because you often CRAFT YOUR OWN CLOTHING, but mostly as a part of creative schooling. The only thing unmarred is your COLLECTION OF RARE ROCKS sitting on a shelf. They are given to you by your mum, a professional spelunker or something you honestly don't know. Your friends often see you as ANNOYINGLY CHIPPER, but you can tone it WAY DOWN if needed. You absolutely LOVE flowers but they all seem to wither under you care. This does NOT KEEP YOU FROM TRYING however. You will probably be BETRAYED BY A FRIEND as you are trusting and fast to forgive, but are UNAWARE of your impending doom.
Your Chumhandle is <color=orange>feistyAthlete ---O AND your text is ALWAYS preceded by a ball of some sort FLYING through the air. the words MOST IMPORTANT TO YOU are in CAPITAL LETTERS so NO ONE missses out on the IMPORTANT STUFF.
You, a youth full of energy and anticipation, stand in your bedroom, preparing to play a game with seven of your friends. This is not just any however; this game could decide the fate of the universe, and several other universes, for that matter. Along the way you shall experience wacky antics, evade devious foes, encounter tragedy, romance, humour, and possibly even discover the true meaning of that human disease called "friendship".
This is, in short, an RP based on the spectacular webcomic "Homestuck". You, the player, shall assume the guise of a youngster between the ages of 11 and 16, and, along with seven other players, shall engage in a game of Sburb not dissimilar to the one portrayed in the original comic.
Within the Homestuck universe everyone has an inventory known as a "Sylladex"; a person can "captchalogue" any item they pick up to a card and allocate it to one of their sylladex cards. Though in the original story of Homestuck there were a number of "fetch modi" which a person could choose from, to avoid things becoming too complicated in this RP everyone will be allocated with a standard deck, and can pick and choose an item from any card at any time.
When too many items are added to a sylladex, then they have a tendency to be propelled out at a high velocity; this can either be a nuisance or an indispensable battle tactic, so captchelogue wisely.
There are a finite number of cards in a sylladex; each player starts with 8, but it's possible to find more along your journeys.
For combat, everyone is able to allocate an item to their "Strife Deck"; whichever item type they allocate shall then become the single type of weapon they can use throughout the game - for instance, if a person were to allocate a kitchen knife, their specibus would switch to "knifeKind", and they would then only be capable of using it and other knives in combat from then on. However, if the knife were to break while a player was holding it the specibus would switch to ?1/2knifeKind?, preventing any player from suddenly finding themselves unarmed but forcing that player only to use broken knives from then on. You do not need to use conventional weaponry in a specibus either; ?umbrellaKind? is a perfectly valid choice. If you are not sure what a weapon goes into or if you can use it, feel free to ask either GM via PM.
As with sylladex cards, it is possible (though exceptionally difficult) to find more specibi along your travels. If you have access to more than one specibus then you can switch between the two at will.
As you and the other players are all dispersed across the globe, your only means of communication with one another is via an instant-messaging program known as "Pesterchum".
To use Pesterchum, the player needs a screen name or ?chumHandle? which is usually made up of two words related to a person?s interests written in camel-case (forExample). Pesterchum is a parody of other IM clients, instead ?pestering chums? rather than messaging friends, allowing completely arbitrary mood changes ranging from Chummy to Rancorous and placing friends on a Chum Roll and ignored contacts into a Troll Slum.
For the sake of the RP, Pesterchum conversations will take place in private messages and can be posted by one of the two players in a spoiler upon completion.
When too many items are added to a sylladex, then they have a tendency to be propelled out at a high velocity; this can either be a nuisance or an indispensable battle tactic, so captchelogue wisely.
There are a finite number of cards in a sylladex; each player starts with 8, but it's possible to find more along your journeys.
For combat, everyone is able to allocate an item to their "Strife Deck"; whichever item type they allocate shall then become the single type of weapon they can use throughout the game - for instance, if a person were to allocate a kitchen knife, their specibus would switch to "knifeKind", and they would then only be capable of using it and other knives in combat from then on. However, if the knife were to break while a player was holding it the specibus would switch to ?1/2knifeKind?, preventing any player from suddenly finding themselves unarmed but forcing that player only to use broken knives from then on. You do not need to use conventional weaponry in a specibus either; ?umbrellaKind? is a perfectly valid choice. If you are not sure what a weapon goes into or if you can use it, feel free to ask either GM via PM.
As with sylladex cards, it is possible (though exceptionally difficult) to find more specibi along your travels. If you have access to more than one specibus then you can switch between the two at will.
As you and the other players are all dispersed across the globe, your only means of communication with one another is via an instant-messaging program known as "Pesterchum".
To use Pesterchum, the player needs a screen name or ?chumHandle? which is usually made up of two words related to a person?s interests written in camel-case (forExample). Pesterchum is a parody of other IM clients, instead ?pestering chums? rather than messaging friends, allowing completely arbitrary mood changes ranging from Chummy to Rancorous and placing friends on a Chum Roll and ignored contacts into a Troll Slum.
For the sake of the RP, Pesterchum conversations will take place in private messages and can be posted by one of the two players in a spoiler upon completion.
To allow the game to start, each player must connect with one of the others using a Sburb Server and a Sburb Client game disk.
Installing the client disk will connect one player to another, allowing them to manipulate the environment in and around their client player's house. They are also granted access to another of the game's functions; they are able to deploy a number of devices necessary to winning the game within their client player's home from the Phernalia Registry.
The game proper shall commence once all the players have connected with one another, but there's no hurry, so players are free to lollygag around their house for a bit before engaging in the main events.
Installing the client disk will connect one player to another, allowing them to manipulate the environment in and around their client player's house. They are also granted access to another of the game's functions; they are able to deploy a number of devices necessary to winning the game within their client player's home from the Phernalia Registry.
The game proper shall commence once all the players have connected with one another, but there's no hurry, so players are free to lollygag around their house for a bit before engaging in the main events.
At the beginning of a game, once a server player and client player have managed to connect, the server player gains access to The Phernalia Registry and becomes able to place and move objects in the client?s home using Grist. At first the player is given 14 units of Build Grist and only three items in the Registry can be placed; the Cruxtruder, the Alchemiter and the Totem Lathe.
Upon being placed and activated, the Cruxtruder releases a dowel of cruxite and a Kernelsprite. The pre-punched card becomes available in the Phernalia Registry at the same time as well.
A player may then prototype their sprite with either one or two items from within their household; the prototyped sprite will take on aspects of these items, and will also shape the game further.
An unlimited amount of cruxite dowels can be obtained from the cruxtruder after it has been opened.
The Totem Lathe is used to carve cruxite dowels obtained from the Cruxtruder into totems using patterns from punched and pre-punched cards, which can then be crafted into real items using the Alchemiter.
Using the Alchemiter, a player can combine two items from their inventory. This is typically used to create sweet new weapons and fancy duds by &&ing your pre-existing weapons and clothes with other items, but they have a myriad of other uses as well; to perform alchemization in-game, a player posts which two of their items they wish to combine, and one of the GMs shall post the outcome; from there, the player may decide whether they wish to continue with the combination or not.
Upon being placed and activated, the Cruxtruder releases a dowel of cruxite and a Kernelsprite. The pre-punched card becomes available in the Phernalia Registry at the same time as well.
A player may then prototype their sprite with either one or two items from within their household; the prototyped sprite will take on aspects of these items, and will also shape the game further.
An unlimited amount of cruxite dowels can be obtained from the cruxtruder after it has been opened.
The Totem Lathe is used to carve cruxite dowels obtained from the Cruxtruder into totems using patterns from punched and pre-punched cards, which can then be crafted into real items using the Alchemiter.
Using the Alchemiter, a player can combine two items from their inventory. This is typically used to create sweet new weapons and fancy duds by &&ing your pre-existing weapons and clothes with other items, but they have a myriad of other uses as well; to perform alchemization in-game, a player posts which two of their items they wish to combine, and one of the GMs shall post the outcome; from there, the player may decide whether they wish to continue with the combination or not.
Right, now that we?ve got all that out of the way, you?re probably raring to go with a character sheet and stuff. Well stop. Stop right now, I?m serious. No character sheets. Not conventional ones at least.
Instead you?re going to be doing an introductory example paragraph in the second person (You did this, you are doing that, etc.) in which you tell us your character?s name, what they look like, what age they are, a description of their room, what their hobbies are, what their chumHandle and typing quirks are and a little about their personality.
You may also whip up an image of what your character looks like using these handy templates [http://www.majhost.com/gallery/Anti2/Homestuck/bases_v6.png] should you so choose; this is not obligatory, but it is recommended.
Your name is SAM G.Adorning the walls of your mother's study is a vast amount of HARRY POTTER YAOI. You are 16 YEARS OLD, and you have a variety of INTERESTS; most prominent of which is your passion for GUNBLADERY, though you are about as proficient with the blade as anyone else, which is NOT SAYING MUCH. You also like to play RPGS when the whim takes you, most specifically of the J variety. You have also been known to DRESS UP IN FRILLY DRESSES on occasion, a fact which you are NOT QUICK TO DISGUISE.
Your chumhandle is prodigiousGunbladery, an' ya talk in a manner that's as conversational as it is verbose.
Instead you?re going to be doing an introductory example paragraph in the second person (You did this, you are doing that, etc.) in which you tell us your character?s name, what they look like, what age they are, a description of their room, what their hobbies are, what their chumHandle and typing quirks are and a little about their personality.
You may also whip up an image of what your character looks like using these handy templates [http://www.majhost.com/gallery/Anti2/Homestuck/bases_v6.png] should you so choose; this is not obligatory, but it is recommended.
Your name is SAM G.Adorning the walls of your mother's study is a vast amount of HARRY POTTER YAOI. You are 16 YEARS OLD, and you have a variety of INTERESTS; most prominent of which is your passion for GUNBLADERY, though you are about as proficient with the blade as anyone else, which is NOT SAYING MUCH. You also like to play RPGS when the whim takes you, most specifically of the J variety. You have also been known to DRESS UP IN FRILLY DRESSES on occasion, a fact which you are NOT QUICK TO DISGUISE.
Your chumhandle is prodigiousGunbladery, an' ya talk in a manner that's as conversational as it is verbose.
There is a lot that hasn?t been explained. It?s guaranteed that these things will be explained when they come up in the RP. This spoiler is essentially here to provide a place where you can come find what a newly introduced feature or detail in Sburb does.
This young man has been alive for 14 years,but it is only today that he will be named! Oh how magnificently exciting,don't you think? So? What will the name of this young man be?
"Retardo de Smellypants"
The young man does not like this name very much,and he would like to give you a bonking for that,but instead he beckons you to try again.
"Mark Vren"
You are correct,or at least,partially so.Let's get to introduction,shall we?
Your name is Mark Vren,and you have an obsession with SWORDS of all shapes and sizes,and many of them,too many to count,adorn yours walls and some of your floor,which sometimes leads to fun midnight games of "Find the toe",however,this is not your only obsession,as you are also addicted to learning the to play the UKELELE,and even though you have been playing it for years,you still sound like a cat with a sewn up bunghole,however,you will never give up! no matter what they say! you are beautif-sorry,sorry,it should be mentioned that you have accidentally made a habit of bursting into song,due to your mothers obsession with classical music and your brother's one to hip hop,but he isn't around much anymore,luckily.Mingling with the swords and such you have littered around your room is a number of play-scripts,due to your aspirations of becoming a PLAYWRITE,along as a MUSICIAN,you are also terrible at this hobby,so you won't hold your breath in regards to it.There is a SMALL EGG of unknown origin on your wall,you are unaware of how you got it but it's there,waiting to hatch,has been for 14 years.
Your chumhandle is creativeLoon,aand yoouu coonveersee wiith noo seensee oof uurgeency,eexteendiing eeaach woord foor aall yoouu caan geet.
"Retardo de Smellypants"
The young man does not like this name very much,and he would like to give you a bonking for that,but instead he beckons you to try again.
"Mark Vren"
You are correct,or at least,partially so.Let's get to introduction,shall we?
Your name is Mark Vren,and you have an obsession with SWORDS of all shapes and sizes,and many of them,too many to count,adorn yours walls and some of your floor,which sometimes leads to fun midnight games of "Find the toe",however,this is not your only obsession,as you are also addicted to learning the to play the UKELELE,and even though you have been playing it for years,you still sound like a cat with a sewn up bunghole,however,you will never give up! no matter what they say! you are beautif-sorry,sorry,it should be mentioned that you have accidentally made a habit of bursting into song,due to your mothers obsession with classical music and your brother's one to hip hop,but he isn't around much anymore,luckily.Mingling with the swords and such you have littered around your room is a number of play-scripts,due to your aspirations of becoming a PLAYWRITE,along as a MUSICIAN,you are also terrible at this hobby,so you won't hold your breath in regards to it.There is a SMALL EGG of unknown origin on your wall,you are unaware of how you got it but it's there,waiting to hatch,has been for 14 years.
Your chumhandle is creativeLoon,aand yoouu coonveersee wiith noo seensee oof uurgeency,eexteendiing eeaach woord foor aall yoouu caan geet.
Your name is DONNIE CONCIDO. You are 14 years old. You have a variety of INTERSTS. You have a passion for MUSIC and spend ALL YOUR MONEY buying records which are scattered haphazardly over your floor. You like to play guitar but YOU ARE TERRIBLE AT IT so it mostly just sits in the corner of your room gathering dust. You have a tendency to be calm and lazy at THE WRONG TIMES and that has gotten you into serious trouble in the past. Most nights you are UNABLE TO SLEEP because you are too busy DELIVERING "LEGITIMATE" PACKAGES for your brother. You have a fondness for INTERNET CULTURE and spend a decent portion of your time looking at WEBCOMICS and PLAYING GAMES. You are HIGHLY CRITICAL of your favored entertainment and can come off as KIND OF A SNOB when talking about them. You really try your hardest to stay interested in what others are saying but most of the time you JUST DON'T CARE. You also have an unusual FEAR OF FRIED FISH, but you're sure that will never be important. Never.
Your chumhandle is apatheticMuse and you tend to let emoticons do your talking for you ^_^
Your attempt was unfortunately successful. You are an annoying, forgetful, misunderstood, kind of stupid, boy. Your room in the Elmer Mansion is super MESSY due to your short MEMORY. At school you are avoided quite often, or picked on. Your name is Derek Elmers, but mostly everyone calls you "Derror", either because your face is so ugly that its a horror to see, or because your class just has problems speaking when they see such a hideous thing. Please put on a paper bag right now! Don't cry..cry baby. SHUT UP! You have an interest in computers, games, and music. You use the "remember for you" captchalogue which is a little complicated to explain. Either that or you forgot how it worked altogether. Your parents are on vacation, from you, to Las Vegas. They left you with your almost always asleep grandma, Petuna Elmers. Though she usually goes by: THE REAL MRS.ELMERS.
Your chumhandle is[font color=#00CD00]TerrorTwoshoes, and you spek wit a few forgoten leters.[/font]
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An adolescent human stands in his bedroom relaxing. He was brought into this bustling world 14 years ago, but only today shall he be given a name. What shall this lad's name be?
"Hobolover Ballonhead"
The boy applauds your attempt at humor but warns you that this gag is overused. You try again.
"Kegan Blackwell"
That's more like it.
You're name is Kegan Blackwell. You have a dazzling amount of interests but you never seem to pursue most for a long time. That is to say they aren't really interests, AT ALL, IN FACT. This is most likely because you are LAZY. You spend most of your time relaxing in your bedroom or playing VIDEO GAMES. You have a burning passion for some games and consider yourself a connoisseur of the best the medium has to offer, but you never really talk to much about it. The room you inhabit is rather messy and more than once have you stepped barefooted on a stray controller. There's nothing remarkable about it except for your custom built computer and all the peripherals scattered on the floor. You aspire to become a game designer, but because of your complete lack of willpower you are content to wallow in MEDIOCRITY. You are QUITE GOOD at programming though and make a habit of hacking into wireless networks. You are a bit of a COMPLAINER. And that is a gigantic UNDERSTATEMENT. You try to bottle it all in yourself before exploding into a storm of crankiness. Thankfully you have the trait of being completely CALM while RAGING.
Your ChumHandle is exceptionallyMean and you speak devoid of any personalization.
She also now comes in two flavors, be-hatted or de-hatted
After looking around a bit, you find ANOTHER GIRL to be. So you do so.
Your name is Clarisa Saunders, you are a 15 YEAR OLD GIRL and live in a mostly above ground house in the 'wilderness' of the MOUNTAINOUS TERRAINS with POP. You two moved there at the urgings of your GRANDFATHER in search of A CERTAIN COLONEL'S gold bullion reserves, though what such an esteemed southerner would be doing that far North of the Mason-Dixon line, let alone burying his asssumedly vast fortune in such a location, is beyond you.
Currently you are relaxing in your room after another fond day of continuing the process of honeycombing the underground in search of treasure, and while anything of actualy monetary value has been found you have in the meantime made quite an impressive array of INTERESTING SHIT. They are displayed on a shelf, or would be if there was much to really display. At the moment there is only a small paper serving as a reminder to tell you to put INTERESTING SHIT there, along with a helmet and FREAKY GAS MASK. In the corner of your room is closet full of OBJECTS OF SECRET OBSESSION, though it's contents are a girls secret. And since you ARE the girl who put them in there you know that it panders to your odd love of GIANT MECHA's of all shapes, sizes, and functions. In fact, you'd like nothing more then to actualy be able to have one of those amazing feats of construction... but not that you'd share that little fact with anyone though, that's your prerogative
You yourself are of moderate interest, being a TOMBOYISH GIRL in the sense that you do not exactly enjoy wearing dresses or make-up, and are willing to beat on anyone who comments on what that may connote, currently you are wearing your FASHIONABLY RATTY-PATCHWORK COAT, though the coat is nowhere near as fashionable as you wish to imply, as it has nowhere near the minimum of patches needed for it to be appear to ironcly be from a thrift store. Currently you're looking under your bed in search for your Laptop, with little success due to your SHITTY-ASS LUCK, your chumHandle is apotropaicAntithesis, and you... dont really have a typing quirk other then dictating your actions most of the time *between stars*
Your name is NEIL RIVERS, you are a 15 YEAR OLD BOY. You have brown hair and you are wearing brown pants, a shirt with a rather odd design and a pair of white shoes covered in paint. Your room is rather MESSY, your walls are covered in PAINT, you have PAINT SUPPLIES scattered around your room beside SCULPTRES; DRAWINGS and PAINTINGS you?ve made hanging on the walls along side OTHER ARTIST?S PAINTINGS. Your hobbies include PAINTING, DRAWING, SCULPTING, and other ART related endeavors. Your ChumHandle is ArtsyKid And you often replace ze end Ss with Zs and replace thes with zes. You are a kind, art loving kid that is constantly looking for new styles of art to do; you hope one day to become a great artist.
Your attempt fails, as you are not the other girl, but only girl present at the moment.
Yeah, I stole Serket's hair, but painting my own extensive hair was HARD!
Your name is AMBER GREENWITCH. You are a FIFTEEN YEAR OLD currently resting in your room after a tough game of CRICKET, which is one of your INTERESTS. Around your room are certain TOKENS of these interests, as you are not a very neat person. Apart from your CRICKET BAT in the corner, your floor is littered with a full CARD DECK as you fancy playin a game now and then. These are barely visible however, as ROLLS OF FABRIC are splayed across them. This is because you often CRAFT YOUR OWN CLOTHING, but mostly as a part of creative schooling. The only thing unmarred is your COLLECTION OF RARE ROCKS sitting on a shelf. They are given to you by your mum, a professional spelunker or something you honestly don't know. Your friends often see you as ANNOYINGLY CHIPPER, but you can tone it WAY DOWN if needed. You absolutely LOVE flowers but they all seem to wither under you care. This does NOT KEEP YOU FROM TRYING however. You will probably be BETRAYED BY A FRIEND as you are trusting and fast to forgive, but are UNAWARE of your impending doom.
Your Chumhandle is <color=orange>feistyAthlete ---O AND your text is ALWAYS preceded by a ball of some sort FLYING through the air. the words MOST IMPORTANT TO YOU are in CAPITAL LETTERS so NO ONE missses out on the IMPORTANT STUFF.
Your attempt is wildly successful.
You are still JEFFREY BRIDGES, and you still have a variety of INTERESTS, although not as much as previously thought. You are insanely crazy about MUSICAL THEATER, even though you are a TERRIBLE ACTOR with a SIGNING VOICE THAT COULD PEEL CEMENT. Your room is decorated with a VARIETY OF BROADWAY POSTERS, and various PROPS litter your room. You wear a pair of LENSLESS GLASSES because they are your favorite PROP and you think they make you look MUCH SMARTER THAN YOU ACTUALLY ARE. You are also a certified UMBRELLA COLLECTOR, and your vast UMBRELLA COLLECTION hangs on the parts of the walls not covered by POSTERS. On your desk sits a LAPTOP, where your practice your skills at COMPUTER PROGRAMMING. While you DON'T REALLY CARE FOR IT, you are a much better PROGRAMMER than you are an ACTOR. While you are KIND OF SHY and a little ABSENT-MINDED, other people see you as being A LITTLE ECCENTRIC, and they're probably right about that.
You are currently playing a game called SBURB because one of your FRIENDS finally wore down your patience, even though you are NOT A BIG FAN OF VIDEO GAMES TO BEGIN WITH. Later on in your session, you will suffer a POST-APOCALYPTIC IDENTITY CRISIS and will end up BETRAYING YOUR FRIENDS, but this is a FACT that you know NOTHING ABOUT.
Your chumhandle is still voidedParasol and -- you speak with little capitalization and end sentences with semi-colons; -].
You are still JEFFREY BRIDGES, and you still have a variety of INTERESTS, although not as much as previously thought. You are insanely crazy about MUSICAL THEATER, even though you are a TERRIBLE ACTOR with a SIGNING VOICE THAT COULD PEEL CEMENT. Your room is decorated with a VARIETY OF BROADWAY POSTERS, and various PROPS litter your room. You wear a pair of LENSLESS GLASSES because they are your favorite PROP and you think they make you look MUCH SMARTER THAN YOU ACTUALLY ARE. You are also a certified UMBRELLA COLLECTOR, and your vast UMBRELLA COLLECTION hangs on the parts of the walls not covered by POSTERS. On your desk sits a LAPTOP, where your practice your skills at COMPUTER PROGRAMMING. While you DON'T REALLY CARE FOR IT, you are a much better PROGRAMMER than you are an ACTOR. While you are KIND OF SHY and a little ABSENT-MINDED, other people see you as being A LITTLE ECCENTRIC, and they're probably right about that.
You are currently playing a game called SBURB because one of your FRIENDS finally wore down your patience, even though you are NOT A BIG FAN OF VIDEO GAMES TO BEGIN WITH. Later on in your session, you will suffer a POST-APOCALYPTIC IDENTITY CRISIS and will end up BETRAYING YOUR FRIENDS, but this is a FACT that you know NOTHING ABOUT.
Your chumhandle is still voidedParasol and -- you speak with little capitalization and end sentences with semi-colons; -].
