Post by quietusProposed on Jan 7, 2017 5:33:17 GMT
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 | ❛❛ Destruction is necessary before creation. quietusProposed 8 sweeps || troll || female || #CFB000 |
PERSONALITY TRAITS ✔ driven/focused, logical, generally very calm and polite, stronger than she appears ✖ cold, pessimistic, stubborn, willing to harm others for what she believes is the greater good LIKES/DISLIKES ✔ problems that can be solved by getting rid of stuff, black and white situations, everything going smoothly according to plan ✖ things that go on and on forever, repetition, open ended questions, people who ask her too many questions in general, plot twists OVERVIEW Back on Alternia, Analiy was easily the heart of her friend group. Excitable, upbeat, and happy in a way her more grounded peers never were, she was the one who convinced them all to play the game they'd found in the depths of the internet. Their session went as well as one could hope, for a native session, until it came time to beat the Black King and claim the Ultimate reward. In the space of a single day, every instance of discord between Analiy's friends came to head, leaving four dead and setting off Analiy's own berserk trigger. When it was over, the last of her coplayers was gone. Analiy passed through the door alone. | STATS ✪ GENERAL Name: Analiy Prazan Symbol: ? Strife Specibus: batonkind Fetch Modus: Hash Instrument: chimes, orchestra Lusus: Lemurmom Number of Sessions: 3 ✪ FIRST SESSION Classpect: Prince of Void Moon: Derse Medium: Land of Vaults and Intervals Kernelsprite: unknown Coplayers: 5 other coplayers ✪ CURRENT SESSION Classpect: Knight of Might Moon: Derse Medium: Land of White Sand and Tropics Kernelsprite: Mousesprite Coplayers: Endless Hearts |
| ❛❛ If happiness is glass, how easily it shatters! ❜❜ |
> ENTER NAME. Your name is Analiy Prazan, and you are getting tired. It's been 3 sessions already, and there is no end in sight. Your coplayers are kind but wary, your consorts are admiring but distant, your lands are dangerous and empty. The game clearly wants you all dead, and you've started thinking, much more frequently: why not give it what it wants? But then you think of your friends, and of how they would want you to keep going, and of how disappointed they would be if you gave in to temptation. You think of how you are all that's left of them in this world, the only one left who remembers, the only one to continue their legacy. And so you pick up your baton and you keep moving forward, hoping against hope that one day things will change, and life will be worth living again. Your trolltag is quietusProposed and you speak in a manner that s○meh○w seems a bit h○ll○w |
| ooc name: Star |