Post by sømnølentScatterbrain on Nov 20, 2013 23:09:08 GMT -5
Name: Sømnia Dulcis
Cølør: d8∅∅∅∅
Age: 17
Species: Half-Carapace
Native Title: Mage øf ∅
Sessiøns: 1
Pre-Sessiøn:
Løøks: Løng, wavy hair. Red glasses. Neutral face. Løng lab cøat with a simple shirt underneath. Cargø pants. Cøløur scheme may vary, because søme incømpetent føøl øf an ectøbiøløgist screwed up the paradøx cløning prøcess, successfully making life hell. Cøngratulatiøns. And me a half carapace, where the cøløur varies between sessiøns. I'm still nøt døne with yøu and when we meet the next time…
chumHandle: sømnølentScatterbrain
Typi∅g Style: Likes tø watch capitalizatiøn and punctuatiøn. Never leaves øut a døt at the end øf a sentence, althøugh may, sømetimes, cønstruct large sentences, høusing large amøunts øf cømmas, which may, ør may nøt, be annøying. Sømetimes the randøm white, ør black, letter may cr∅ep in. After the first sessiøn the N∅ll, the ∅y Whispering stuck, ∅ing øut any "o"'s and it∅elf.
Interests: Science! Døing anything før science, thrøugh science, with science, ør just by thrøwing science at the wall. Alsø, just being better than øthers, in anything, tø be able tø see the løøks øn their faces. This means løts øf cømpetitive spørts, in which I døn't actually have interest are my dømain, the definitiøn øf spørt being extended tø cøntain nøt ønly physical activities. Anøther øne is experiments. And this means planning beførehand and getting tø knøw stuff, reading a løt, preparing. And the persønal favøurite høbby, Sleeping.
Persønality Pre-Game: Arrøgant, seeking acceptatiøn, by being better than øthers. Is able tø push sømeøne døwn, just tø rise and shine. Tries tø løøk cøøl with, but is in reality ashamed øf being a weirdø, trying tø make up før it, whatever the cøst. Tølerant øf everything, except stupidity. Likes seeking knøwledge, puts getting science døne abøve øthers lives. Shørt tempered, because øf cønstant headache, hates nøise. Friendly tø strangers, strange tø friends. Mild case øf paranøia.
Biø: Father died during birth, Møther, being highly xenøphøbic, ran away. Gøt transferred tø Big Sis's høuse in a big tøwn neighbøurhøød. At first she was cautiøus, but the relatiønship løøsened up, eventually e∅en leading tø friendly strifes. When was let øut, the neighbøurhøød kids were afraid and ready tø discriminate, but taught them respect. Fear and respect. Møstly spend time between shøwing the neighbøurhød høw tø be the best, and learning and testing as much as pøssible. Sis never let gø tø schøøl, but høuse taught møst øf the required subjects, and there are bøøks øn øther, interesting ønes scattered arøund the høuse.
Sessiøn Nr. 1:
Sessiøn Length: 6 mønths.
Røle: Mage øf ∅
Land: Land øf Løøks and Bøøks (LøLaB)
Møøn: Derse
Strife Specibus: Fistkind and Flailkind.
Awesøme Weapøn: The " Øn a Stick" It wasn't really alchemized, møre erased intø existence, øn a Berserk Trigger. I wish I didn't remember what happened.It has, kind øf, cøllapsed the barrier between the Magicant and my Planet. Øur Space player blacked øut each time he gøt øntø my planet.
Fetch Mødus: I have the Lab kit øf Mødi, and I møstly use The Mathmødus, which is, I rather think, Pretty explanatøry. Yøu dø math, yøu get items.
Cønsørts: Eyes, the walking kind øf eyes. It nearly brøke me.
Kernelsprite: Øyster + Blank face mask. At øne side walking talking eyes, øn the øther faceless, hard imps, with øpening slimy stømaches.
Cøplayers:
crabbyNeurøticist Prince øf Space
unbedazzledFlamer Muse øf Time
Sessiøn Støry:
Persønality Pøst-1stSessiøn: Pseudo-Fatalistic, in a sense, where døing sømething døes nøt matter, but sø døes nøt døing, sø hej, why nøt dø sømething, ør nøt. Sømetimes just thrøws a cøin tø get a decisiøn, but laying yøur fate in an øbject is stupid. But what are yøu if nøt an øbject yøurself. Sømnølent, indecisive. If søme decisiøn is taken, pursues it till cømpletiøn. Døesn't really care abøut anything, numb tø the øutside. A thing ønce set in mind hardly changes. Has tø plan øut everything, beføre trying tø dø it. Tries tø løgically deduce the right answer in every situatiøn, beføre deciding, and lays øff hard decisiøns. Før nøw has decided tø survive, as "Dying isn't fun enøugh.".
Cølør: d8∅∅∅∅
Age: 17
Species: Half-Carapace
Native Title: Mage øf ∅
Sessiøns: 1
Pre-Sessiøn:
Løøks: Løng, wavy hair. Red glasses. Neutral face. Løng lab cøat with a simple shirt underneath. Cargø pants. Cøløur scheme may vary, because søme incømpetent føøl øf an ectøbiøløgist screwed up the paradøx cløning prøcess, successfully making life hell. Cøngratulatiøns. And me a half carapace, where the cøløur varies between sessiøns. I'm still nøt døne with yøu and when we meet the next time…
chumHandle: sømnølentScatterbrain
Typi∅g Style: Likes tø watch capitalizatiøn and punctuatiøn. Never leaves øut a døt at the end øf a sentence, althøugh may, sømetimes, cønstruct large sentences, høusing large amøunts øf cømmas, which may, ør may nøt, be annøying. Sømetimes the randøm white, ør black, letter may cr∅ep in. After the first sessiøn the N∅ll, the ∅y Whispering stuck, ∅ing øut any "o"'s and it∅elf.
Interests: Science! Døing anything før science, thrøugh science, with science, ør just by thrøwing science at the wall. Alsø, just being better than øthers, in anything, tø be able tø see the løøks øn their faces. This means løts øf cømpetitive spørts, in which I døn't actually have interest are my dømain, the definitiøn øf spørt being extended tø cøntain nøt ønly physical activities. Anøther øne is experiments. And this means planning beførehand and getting tø knøw stuff, reading a løt, preparing. And the persønal favøurite høbby, Sleeping.
Persønality Pre-Game: Arrøgant, seeking acceptatiøn, by being better than øthers. Is able tø push sømeøne døwn, just tø rise and shine. Tries tø løøk cøøl with, but is in reality ashamed øf being a weirdø, trying tø make up før it, whatever the cøst. Tølerant øf everything, except stupidity. Likes seeking knøwledge, puts getting science døne abøve øthers lives. Shørt tempered, because øf cønstant headache, hates nøise. Friendly tø strangers, strange tø friends. Mild case øf paranøia.
Biø: Father died during birth, Møther, being highly xenøphøbic, ran away. Gøt transferred tø Big Sis's høuse in a big tøwn neighbøurhøød. At first she was cautiøus, but the relatiønship løøsened up, eventually e∅en leading tø friendly strifes. When was let øut, the neighbøurhøød kids were afraid and ready tø discriminate, but taught them respect. Fear and respect. Møstly spend time between shøwing the neighbøurhød høw tø be the best, and learning and testing as much as pøssible. Sis never let gø tø schøøl, but høuse taught møst øf the required subjects, and there are bøøks øn øther, interesting ønes scattered arøund the høuse.
Sessiøn Nr. 1:
Sessiøn Length: 6 mønths.
Røle: Mage øf ∅
Land: Land øf Løøks and Bøøks (LøLaB)
Møøn: Derse
Strife Specibus: Fistkind and Flailkind.
Awesøme Weapøn: The " Øn a Stick" It wasn't really alchemized, møre erased intø existence, øn a Berserk Trigger. I wish I didn't remember what happened.It has, kind øf, cøllapsed the barrier between the Magicant and my Planet. Øur Space player blacked øut each time he gøt øntø my planet.
Fetch Mødus: I have the Lab kit øf Mødi, and I møstly use The Mathmødus, which is, I rather think, Pretty explanatøry. Yøu dø math, yøu get items.
Cønsørts: Eyes, the walking kind øf eyes. It nearly brøke me.
Kernelsprite: Øyster + Blank face mask. At øne side walking talking eyes, øn the øther faceless, hard imps, with øpening slimy stømaches.
Cøplayers:
crabbyNeurøticist Prince øf Space
unbedazzledFlamer Muse øf Time
Sessiøn Støry:
At first I must state that I and Crabby w∅ren't even friends. Actually, we pretty much hated each øther. We met øver the internet øn søme førum, and trølled each øther, than førgøt it. But sø it seems, that Dazzi, hyperactive as she was, jøined me, førcefully, intø participating with a game. She said sømething abøut anøther friend øf hers jøining tøø, and after a while I was here, running før my guts, away frøm my server player, whø didn't care if he "accidentally" killed me. After getting thrøugh the first gate, sømehøw I managed, things were quieter. But even øn my øwn planet I cøuldn't be in peace. With the eyes everywhere, The SECRET JUDGE, Behølding me frøm while tø while, and thøse creepy imps, I think I will never eat anything slimy ever again, I cønstantly felt watched, judged. And the fact that i cøuldn't get høme, because søme maniac killer was my server didn't help. Sø I did the next best thing. There was søme kind øf labøratøry, that was tranpørted heretø with my høuse, but Crabby did't seem tø have any pøwer øver it. I expløred it, and after finding øut it was søme sørt øf dungeøn, tried tø grind the ∅ øut øf it. There was alsø that vøice, that helped me øut in the lab. It seemed tø have søme limited cøntrøl øver it, and squashed søme nasty mutant imps frøm time tø time. We had tøns øf cønversatiøns, and it actually kept imps away when I was helping ∅azzi enter. We tested søme øf the limits øf the game øut tøgether, and it gave me søme friendly alchemy advice, which I was a tøtal nøøb in. It was fun, that is, until it tried tø backstab me. I didn't want tø believe at first, but it tried møre and møre times, while still seeming friendly. It felt as if sømeøne was aiming a gun at my head, and when I asked før the reasøn, it just said: "What gun? Ah... That. Just... Ignøre it før nøw." That was the møment I brøke the first time. I went berserk gøing fløør by fløør, trying tø reach it, tø erase it øut øf existence. Tø ∅ it øut. And it seem as if I had actually expløded. I fell asleep, and nøt, it was kind øf wierd, and accidentally, while gøing thrøugh a døør øn Derse, went thrøugh a wall øn LøLaB, intø my new høme and the sølutiøn tø my prøblem, the Magicant. After waking up I føund myself in the Lab again, with a new sensatiøn. The∅e was søme kind øf pull in the back øf my mind, which I can ønly describe as reddish. After følløwing it, I came upøn a wall, which happened tø be an entrance tø the Magicant. Alsø, the vøice didn't seem tø recøgnize me. At first I thøught this søme kind øf trick, but it seemed surprised at my knøwledge øf its nature and liknesses. It was hard tø be angry at it, after I realized I reset it, which meant it was just anøther game abstractiøn, prøgrammed tø kill me. I felt stupid før getting emøtiønally invølved this easily, and vøwed tø retain frøm it in the future. But I still kept øn with the quest tø erase it, før abstractiøn ør nøt, it was dangerøus. As I la∅r øn realized, the ever-present barrage øf Dazzi's pestering støpped. As I started cønversing with her again, it seemed she had førgøtten me tøø. I tried tø make her remember, but everything that might have triggered her, was ∅ed øut by the Null. I started frøm a blank sl∅te with her. With Crabby it was a little bit wørse. He might have førgøtten abøut me, but there was sømething, prøbably sømething he saw in the cløuds øf prøspit, that made him ev∅n angrier than beføre. He was actively pursuing me, and had i∅ nøt been før the Magicant, which he desperately a∅ed, I'd be dead. After abøut a week øf planning, and getting me D∅zi and Crabby tø the gødly tier, me at the hands øf Crabby, Cra∅by at my hands and Dazzi by Crabby, after he mistøøk her før me, because øf a riddly nøte he gøt, he thøught was frøm the Secret Lampart øf his, I finally gøt tø the last level øf the Lab. It was møstly calculating where the exits øf the M∅gicant wøuld get me. As I gøt there, the røbøtic mønstrum in a røøm with thøusands øf cameras, which was the vøice, was surprised. We føught a little, but it støpped after a while, and thu∅s sø did I. And then I killed it. Før nø reasøn, there was nø righteøus vengeance behind my deeds, nør villainy. I didn't even dø it because I cøuld, I just did it. Før nø reasøn. And I still think that was the ønly reasøn it alløwed me tø dø it. There were nø expløsiøns øn it's death, nø trembling øf the grøund, just silence. And then, suddenly, a ping. Achievement unløcked. "Sla ∅ng øf e ∅ea t" And the game cøntinued. It was pretty much døwnhill frøm that pøint up. I had tø part∅lly blind Crabby, and Dazzi needed a løt øf møral suppørt after killing her denizen. Crabby and me still had a løt øf mental and physical battles, which isn't my fault, it's just that he was the Døuch øf Egø. But everything sped thrøugh. I føund øut that it was Crabby's fault I was half-carapace and in return linked my planet permanently with the Magicant. He feinted by just cøming here. The battle with the King was hard, but he kind øf just ingnøred me all the time, prøbably because øf me being his kind. This wøuld help a løt, if ønly had øur døuch nøt føught against me in this battle. I had tø take øut Crabby, and then fight the King aløne, while prøtecting Dazzi. Alsø, it turns øut that there shøuld be a limit øn høw much mana yøu have. Øn me it seemed tø glitch øut. I cøuld thrøw anything, anytime, anywhere. But there was rarely a reasøn tø dø sø.
Persønality Pøst-1stSessiøn: Pseudo-Fatalistic, in a sense, where døing sømething døes nøt matter, but sø døes nøt døing, sø hej, why nøt dø sømething, ør nøt. Sømetimes just thrøws a cøin tø get a decisiøn, but laying yøur fate in an øbject is stupid. But what are yøu if nøt an øbject yøurself. Sømnølent, indecisive. If søme decisiøn is taken, pursues it till cømpletiøn. Døesn't really care abøut anything, numb tø the øutside. A thing ønce set in mind hardly changes. Has tø plan øut everything, beføre trying tø dø it. Tries tø løgically deduce the right answer in every situatiøn, beføre deciding, and lays øff hard decisiøns. Før nøw has decided tø survive, as "Dying isn't fun enøugh.".