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"I am fine," you insist, even though you really don't know about that. You look away when the strange-looking stranger rolls his eyes, as if you're insane or something. One of the important things about staying alive on Alternia: don't let others know your weakness.

It's a lot easier said than done in cases like this. But you at least deserve credit for trying.

"I'm fine. And I don't need your help."
"We're just past the foyer, near the pharmacy," said Nicholas, and Mattie gave him a short nod as she stepped tensely inside the Wal-Mart and cast a long look around the store and took in the sight of its progressing ruin. Even after all this time, it seemed so surreal. Trying to push the feeling to the back of her head, she gripped her crowbar tighter and shuffled after her new companion in time to see one of the fucking undead leap from behind a shelf at him.

"Shit on a shingle," she breathed, watching him beat the snarling figure who apparently was his mother and then joining him instinctively until there was brain matter on her crowbar and her shirt and...everywhere. For a long minute, all she could do was stare at the bloody fragments of tissue and breathe heavily.

When the adrenaline had died off enough that she could think somewhat clearly, Mattie threw the crowbar on the ground and turned on Nicholas, spitting with rage.

"You told me your sister was alone! Why the fuck you lying, bitch?"



Basic Information:
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Name: Rich Hudson

Species: Human

Gender: Dude

Age: 13

Derse or Prospit?: Derse

Fetch Modus: why can't i hold all these limes

Strife Specibus: “toy”kind

Weapon: A giant dildo

Game Entry Item: A Bonsai fig tree

Sprite: Probably something memey

Exile: ?

Server Player: Abbi Yaylon

Client Player:?

Title: Page of Light

Active or Passive?: Passive

Medium: Land of Weasels and Libraries

Denizen: Cetus

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Human-Specific Information:

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: Blonde

Skin Tone: Tan

Symbol: A crudely-drawn ferret

Guardian: Crazy aunt (“Aunty”)

Home: A typical, suburban house next to Alex’s.

Chumhandle: memeticPhallus

Typing style: he usually types in all lowercase, unless he wants to EMPHASIZE SOMETHING

Sexuality: Demisexual

Relationship status: LUL WAT??

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General Appearance: (All characters must fill out from here down!)

Do they need to wear glasses or contacts?: Glasses

If yes, are they nearsighted or farsighted?: Nearsighted

They should wear their glasses, but do they always?: Nope!

Weight: idfk but kinda chub

Height: 5’5

Notable features: A bit of acne on his cheeks and chin

Hair: A huge, blonde mess.

Disabilities/Health Concerns: N/A

Personality:

Biggest goal: Before Sburb, to become Famous On The Internet™

Greatest fear: Failure/being ostracized

Darkest secret: Occasional suicidal thoughts

Does anyone know?: Nope

Greatest strength: Compassion!

Greatest weakness: Has a hard time being serious

Greatest accomplishment: Creating and maintaining a YouTube Channel consisting of intentionally shitty kazoo covers

Biggest regret: Avoiding talking genuinely about feelings

Are they more aggressive, assertive, or passive?: Passive, but will develop toward being more assertive later on

Are they emotional or stoic?: Somewhere in the middle but more on the emotional side

Which do they trust more, their head or their heart?: Heart

Are they an introvert or extrovert?: Extrovert
@Wade Wilson
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The human suggests to her companion that he knock you out again, and you respond by hissing at her. You suspect that she has something to do with why the troll is here, and is influencing his behavior. Speaking of the troll––he says something that you almost miss. "...For fuck's sake, can you get that through your thick, impenetrable think pan?!"

This time, when you lurch to your feet, you manage to stay there, albeit swaying unsteadily, and you fix the troll with an eye that focuses on his face for only moments before losing focus. You're actually scared that you're going blind or something. Papa Prongs would have no idea what to do.

"I am not letting you anywhere near my hive and I am not down for this corn-shucking budding blackrom you've got going on, partner," you growl.
"Roger the fuck out of that," said Mattie, her eyes following the shovel that Nick wielded. She shouldn't be nervous, of course. After all, he wasn't the only one holding an item that could easily be used for bludgeoning. But people were treacherous, and at times like this, people probably went loony and beat their survival partners to death in their sleep or something. The thought made her grip her crowbar tighter as she followed Nick out of the house and quietly put her twinkie in her pack. If there was anything not to trust a stranger with, it was her twinkie supply. Her precious, terribly-low twinkie supply.

As Nick said, the Wal-Mart was right down the road. It was weird looking at the building and seeing it so lifeless, a shell of what it used to be, no longer bustling with poor folks looking to buy cheaply-made shit. It could be a good shelter, she mused as they approached the entrance. But with the size of these stores, it could probably also provide crude shelter to the undead.

Best avoid the clothes racks.
@Artersf Damn I was going to be like "save as png lel"

Have you tried saving them as different filetypes just to see what happens? ;-;
@Artersf What filetype are you saving them as?
@Artersf have i been drawing her fucking horns wrong this whole time please kill me
You give a shudder and look sharply away, baring your teeth even though they're painfully obviously herbivorous teeth. Molars evolved to grind up cellulose-rich grasses are not very intimidating, and you know it, and this guy probably also knows it. Still, you spit, "I'd rather you just kill me."
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