Gummi Bunnies said
@RolePlayerRoxas: Ooo, a video-game based diary? Can't wait to see what that'll be exactly.
@Sam12345: I'm actually leaning more on a city anywhere in America, since I want to do this a little differently than how the Mirai Nikki anime goes.
Seems okay to me
Appearance: <need picture (please help)>
Name: Harold Nillson
Title: Second
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Occupation: Garden shop Aide/Student
Personality:
Patient and strong best describe Harold, and not much else. Although he is fairly knowledgeable about quite a few things, he has a dull and boring personality. He speaks in a monotone drawl, often sounding bored and uninterested. That isn’t far from the truth, as anything but gardening bores him. He will often do things slowly, and even more so try to get out of any hard labor. He can be described as being similar to water in this way; taking the path of least resistance. This is also true in his social life, where he prefers to seclude himself rather than encounter potential conflict with others. He goes through life as if it is a torture, and seems to relish the idea of escape from reality. He does this in the form of his personal garden; a collection of plants that he fawns over. He knows much about gardening and keeps tabs on which he has and what their story is. He usually keeps them in pots, which makes them much more mobile. The only times he will not shy away from hard work is when he is working on his “garden”, often being fine to lift heavy bags of soil or other materials.
Skills:
- Physically strong
- Gardening – good knowledge of plants and gardening tools
- Patience – remains calm under stressful and difficult circumstances
- Disinterest – does not get overly attached to anything (except his garden)
Future Diary:
Gardeners Journal – This journal can predict the health of the plants and notable events around them. It more specifically can: show the levels of the nutrients and health of the plants, the amount of sun they obtained, the weather that occurred, whether they were watered or not, what the parameters of the water was, and the events around the plants within a 5 meter radius. However, it only shows within 5 meters of the plant, and nothing more. So if Harold is away from his plants, his future diary will not show anything relating to him or things around him. Also, if the plant is destroyed, the diary will record the death of the plant and stop reporting from that one. This includes both external (people or other objects destroying it), or internal (disease or malnourishment) causes of death. He also has to use soil from his original garden, which means that there is a finite supply of plants he can have registered. The information is also not prioritized, so he has to find the information that is relevant to him.
Backstory:
An orphan, He spent the majority of his life without a permanent family. However, this did not affect young Harold, as he had no interest in making friends or even having a family at all. The only thing he seemed to ever care about was small herb gardens he would grow on the windowsill on whatever room he was staying in. If there was no window, he would simply find somewhere else to grow, even if it wasn’t in the property. At whatever school he happened to be at, he would always find himself alone, reading a library book on gardening. While the other children were out playing on recess, he would find a nice corner to sit and read, or observe any plants he could find nearby. He would often take notes from his books on scrap paper, which he always kept stored. It was his sort of journal, containing information on his garden. He would describe the soil composition, the pH, or even the various nutrients in the soil. He would document the weather conditions and the time of year. Everything about his garden was observed, noted, and then cataloged away.
Over the years, both his garden and his knowledge grew, as did the annoyance at his teachers and guardians at his apparent lack of interest. Over time, their harassment guided him to resentment. He despised how society wanted him to be something that he was not interested in. The final straw came when one of his guardians destroyed his garden during a heated argument over his future. Seeing his beloved plants being unceremoniously thrown into the trash was too much, and he reached a conclusion. He was determined to escape from reality, to escape into a world of his own where he could be alone and happy. Free from the constraints of society and their expectations. If he could wait a few more years, he could become a hermit, and maybe if he fled far enough, he could escape.
Sample post:
Harold arrived at the house from school. The family that had taken him in was what society would deem a normal family. They had a two story house with a garage, a short concrete driveway and nicely mowed lawn with white picket fence. A hedge grew along the front of the house, nicely trimmed and healthy. The wife was a stay-at-home mother, and the father worked at the military base as a computer technician. However, the foster teen they decided to take in was another story. He was dark and reclusive, and obsessed with plants. The family had taken in many foster children over the years, and often spoke of it as if it were the greatest thing since sliced bread. They seemed to derive joy from giving a home to a child who had none. However, Harold only saw them as a nuisance. Their cheery attitude intruded on him too much, and he shied away as much as he could. All they were to him were guardians. They merely were there to supply housing, food, education, and nothing more. All Harold really cared about was his garden. He walked into his room, which was a more basic thing. He kept it this way because he viewed it as easier to see. The only posters he had were ones of various plant species charts, and calendars marking various dates pertaining to his garden. The windows were on the opposite side of the room from the door (which was around the middle of the room), two of them letting light in. On left corner near the door was where his bed was situated. It sat unmade, and messy, not that he cared. A desk sat across from the bed, which was nice and made of wood. It faced perpendicular to the entrance wall, and had a row of books hugging the wall on the rest of the desk, there were various sheets of paper, and a small ringed notebook that as his journal. Along the far side of his room, he grew a garden, which he had special permission from the family to do. He was fine to keep it so long as he didn’t create a mess, which he thought was obvious. It was made up of various terracotta pots, which lay on a long wooden table. They included various plants, from flowers to herbs.
Harold walked to his desk, and plugged in his school supplied laptop into a nearby socket to charge, while unceremoniously shoving some papers out of the way to make room. He sat down, and rather than actually do schoolwork, he took out his journal and wheeled his chair over to his garden. He observed the various plants he had, looking for any deficiencies. Of course he spotted none, and jotted what he saw down. He had already checked the weather earlier, and so put that in after the plants health report. After he was done with his journal, he set it back on his desk, and proceeded to water his plants. He did this regularly after school; it was his sort-of routine.
Harold finished watering the plants, and proceeded to walk back to his desk. However, he noticed his journal was open, when he clearly remembered leaving it closed. He frowned, and read an entry:
Lettuce-1:
Plant recently watered. No deficiencies. Sunlight optimal. Harold Nillson reads entries of the journal on his desk, then proceeds to meet a intruder.
Mint-1:
Plant recently watered. No deficiencies. Sunlight optimal. Harold Nillson reads entries of the journal on his desk, then proceeds to meet a intruder.
That was odd, he could have sworn he had already written in his journal, and he normally didn't write that much. Clearly, someone else had written it in. However, nobody could have snuck in and written in his journal, because he had checked it only a couple minutes ago, and it was in his handwriting. However, he clearly didn't write it, he knew that he had only written the health of the plants, nothing more.
"That would be your future diary" said a voice from behind him. Harold turned around, and sitting on his bed was a small child. She wasn't anyone he knew, as he never even invited his "family" to his room. "Out, out, out, out, out," Harold repeatedly shouted at the little girl, while shoving her out his room. "But you need to kno-" she said as he slammed the door on her face. He proceeded to lock the door, and and go back to his desk. However, as soon as he sat down, the girl suddenly appeared again. He jumped, blinked his eyes, and proceeded to repeat the process of kicking her out. She was shouting something as he shoved her out, something about a survival game, but Harold figured it wasn't his problem. However, he was curious at the mention of becoming god. Not that he believed her. He slammed the door on her again, turning around, she reappeared in front of him. "Will you stop doing that! What do you want anyways!?" He shouted. "Will you listen now?" The little girl asked, giving Harold a stern look. He sighed. "Fine, I'll hear you out" he said with resignation.
After the girl, called 'MurMur' explained what this whole situation was about, he finally calmed down. Apparently, the god of this world was holding a survival game to determine the new god, and they would use these future diaries to kill off the other contestants. The last one standing would become god, and could pretty much do whatever he liked. Harold liked the sound of that, in fact, he could finally dismantle the society that wanted him to he something he wasn't interested in. This was his chance to escape, to create his own world. Of course he accepted. It would get the midget off his back. He walked over to his desk, temporarily closing his eyes as he rubbed his forehead. He had a feeling there would be trying times ahead.
