Post by Fool on Apr 19, 2011 14:37:51 GMT -5
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" It’s not me that’s weird. All of you are weird. I’m normal. "
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THE BASICS
[/size]NAME: Fool
NICKNAME(S): n/a
AGE: seventeen
GENDER: male
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: pansexual, leaning homosexual
NATIONALITY: German
SPECIES: neko
OCCUPATION:
Fool is widely recognized as pretty damn useless. He can’t do odd jobs and faints at almost any experiment, but he’s got one thing keeping his head off the chopping block, and that’s his astounding ability with technology. Because of this, he generally does technical jobs for Oblivion that are too hard to do without calling in professionals.
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THE OUTSIDE
[/size]APPEARANCE:
Fool stands at 5’10”, though he looks smaller somehow. He’s thin, not that that’s unusual for a neko, and he’s always wearing either a very serious or emotionless face or he looks like he’s in a daze. His hair is black, cut just above his shoulders, and the front is white. His eyes are grey-blue, his skin pale. He tends to carry himself with an air of ‘don’t hurt me please’ and wears anything the Oblivion people give him. He’ll always, always have some sort of little electronic gadget with him or in his hands.
ABILITIES:
Fool is completely dull to the world, or so it seems. But he tends to be able to watch people, dissect them with his eyes without others noticing and his ability with any kind of computer or technological gadget is astounding. Other than his observational and technological skills, Fool is mostly useless except to sit there and look reasonably pretty. Even he accepts it at this point; he’s not strong, or fast, or anything really, and he refuses to believe he’s intelligent. He does, however, have the ability to learn things incredibly fast if he can keep himself focused on his teacher and Fool does learn from his mistakes.
MUTATION:
n/a
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THE INSIDE
[/size]LIKES:
★ the inside of his mind
★ computers/technology
★ anything reasonably metallic or shiny
★ kind people
★ at times, pain
DISLIKES:
★ fire
★ heights
★ losing
★ other people
★ being talked down to
STRENGTHS:
★ technological prowess
★ pain tolerance
★ shutting off his morals
★ learning
★ messing things up in bizarre and unusual ways
WEAKNESSES:
★ complete uselessness
★ tendency to lose focus
★ immorality/naivety/inability to grasp situations
★ displaying emotion readily/easily
★ slight sadomasochism
QUIRKS:
★ licking lips/fingers at his mouth
★ making sure he’s just out of reach of anyone around him
★ always sitting right next to the plant in the room if there is one
PERSONALITY:
To understand Fool, you must first fully understand that he isn’t in his right mind. Not truly, anyway. You must also understand Goramild.
Goramild is a little town that doesn’t really exist. It resides within Fool’s mind, and is a quaint place that resembles something straight out of a steam punk novel. It is also entirely empty for only two people live there; Fool and Joker, and when either of them is in, they are in the house on the top of the hill above the town.
Fool and Joker aren’t exactly individual personalities so much as extremely well defined facets of the same one. Fool is the one who created Goramild, and then he created Joker to switch with him when he retreats into it. When one goes into the house, into the mind, the other comes out and takes over the body. There is little to no communication between the two besides notes left for one another in the real world; nothing can change in Goramild, so it would be impossible to leave notes there.
Fool is the more prevalent of the two, he existed first and he is the one who is usually out of the house. He is timid and frightened of the world, the one who can do amazing things with computers and the like. Joker is different. Much different. He smiles and laughs, and then hurts things. He’s almost always laughing; whether giggling or cackling, he’s always laughing. And if someone hurts him he will hurt them back. Mostly because he has all the will power that Fool doesn’t.
Joker however, can learn nearly nothing and has little more to him than laughing and pain (whether he’s giving or receiving). Fool only lets him out when he is in unbearable pain, is far too tired to deal with the world, or plain just can’t cope. That doesn’t stop Joker from laughing from the inside of Fool’s head; they can’t communicate, but yes, Joker can laugh. Which Fool either finds extremely annoying or extremely scary, based on the circumstance.
HISTORY:
Fool was taken to the NEKO mill when he was eleven. When he was still “Lucky Williams”. He doesn’t remember much from before then, just hours and hours of working at a computer with his mother who was some sort of hacker or programmer. After all, those times were good, and it’s always easier to remember the bad times.
Even the mill years began to run together by the time he was fourteen. His memory became something of a blur of pain and misery and desolate fear. It was a dream, he told himself, time and time again. But quickly his fear became the fear of a bad dream that wasn’t ending. That couldn’t end, no matter how many times he fell asleep and woke up.
That was when the laughing started. At first it was just a little burbling child’s laugh at the back of his mind when someone said something cruel. As he grew, it matured faster than he did. Soon it was a laugh just as cruel as the things it laughed it, and it filled his head whenever something—anything—happened. More and more, Fool began to laugh with it; let the cackling creature inside his head that once left the name ‘Joker’ on a piece of paper for him come out. Fool let himself become the laughter that scared him to no end.
And that was when he named himself Fool. Because he knew that was what he was; a fool to let the insanity take him. And to enjoy it. Fool. Like the very first card in a tarot deck. Number Zero. It kind of matched with Joker. Both cards that never quite fit into their decks, were simply placeholders for the other cards.
Even now, he says it to himself like a mantra. You’re a fool, he says. He says it and Joker laughs. Because it’s cruel. And because it’s true.
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THE PLAYER
[/size]NAME/ALIAS: Omnias or Omni works fine
AGE: I’m Thirteen
HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN RPING? Proboards and other Text-Based since I was nine. My I’ve been LARPing with my parents far longer, though.
HOW DID YOU FIND US? Akio advertised on harp&bow, where I’m co-admin.
RP SAMPLE:
hm… to put it simply, this is from the middle of a thread, but it makes sense and it’s good.
Altan felt that prickly sensation of being watched. The one that had become entirely normal. Altan used to be scared of that feeling. That was before he’d moved—been shipped, really—out of Albania. Back then, people watching you meant that you were about to get shot or jumped or cut. Altan almost missed that simplicity. When he knew that if he didn’t duck when his instincts told him to, he was dead. Or that if he shot someone it was only in the name of his boss. Or that he and Silver had each other’s backs, and the rest of the gang’s. Then they’d been sold, and Altan couldn’t let his little precious brother be sold into being some sort of disgusting pet for some businessman or big shot CEO. Then all eyes were on the new kid who could shoot like the best of them, and who couldn’t fit in. Even the foster parents watched him later, with that look of fear. That muttering of ‘are we sure he’s okay?’ or ‘that had to mentally scar him’ or ‘what if he turns on his own parents or his own brother?’. It disgusted Altan; the suspicion he’d ever do anything to his family. Or his friends, for that matter. Then came school; that had to be one of the worse tortures in Altan’s life. The stares, the incessant chatter and eyes that searched his soul for who he was, and what box he fit into.
School. That was where he’d learned not to be afraid of being watched. Where it had become so commonplace to be sorted and looked at and dissected by eye-scalpels almost constantly. This lack of fear scared him; back in Albania, in New York, fear kept you alive; suspicion kept you sane because you knew that no one but your gang—and not them sometimes—could be trusted. He pushed on; because this was the best reality for his brother, and maybe him too. Still, the feeling of not being scared of being watched in the park that day, did scare him a little in and of itself. He shivered, then continued feeding the ducks.[/td][/tr]
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