"Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you.."
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"Don't you want me baby? Don't you want me, oh?"
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"Why don't you love me baby? Open up your heart tonight 'cause I could be all that you need."
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"I would burn in the fire to see you on the other side, put my heart in your hands, to be beside you!"
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>>BE THE FUCKING OPTIMISTIC NUT JOB
The Land Of Music And Sunlight, LOMAC for short, was BORING. There was practically no imps here, much to your utter despair. To your knowledge, everyone else had imps. Both your moirail Katana and your matesprit Coboli reported that their lands were overrun with the little monsters, but you had yet to find one single thing you could kill.
That did nothing to dampen your permanent optimism, however, and you gleefully wondered through your land before coming across your first temple. Finally! Something exciting. According to the others, there should be puzzles and treasure within it's deep recesses. With a big smile and your trademark giggle, you made your way inside.
It was there that you discovered three ogres, each the size of the staircase that your server player had built for you to reach your gate. In other words, tall and fucking monstrous. They occupied the entirety of the main room, one level down from where you've entered. You had a feeling they must have eaten a good portion of the smaller shale imps who you should have been fighting all along.
A wicked smile plays over your lips as you summon your FLOWER POWER SCALEMATE POUNDER from your Strife Specibus! You wasted no time in charging in, leaping off the high platform that was the entrance, your hammer raising high as you prepared to strike. You practically oozed excitement and fucking optimism as you began to utterly DESTROY those ogres, all the while giggling like a lovestruck school girl.
You finished them off with a squeal of excitement as you landed in the middle of the grist piles. "Hell f-f-fucking yes!!"
You are Poppii Dweler, and you just Fucked. Them. Up.
===> BE THE AUTHOR Well, hi there!
As you can clearly tell, if you've read this far, I started this off with a Homestuck style character introduction, and a small bit of my typically writing. There isn't that much to say about me, honestly.
Most people refer to me as Stitches. This is the first site where I haven't based my username around some form of Stitches or Threads.
I identify as Rainbow Dragon Kitty, pronouns be fucking damned.
As of this September of 2016, I shall be twenty-one years of age.
I mostly enjoy writing Fantasy, Science Fiction (to a degree), and Slice of Life roleplays, though I can be convinced to try anything at LEAST once.
I've been writing, in roleplay style, for roughly six years. I know that doesn't seem like a lot, but I pride myself on the quality of my posts, even if it occasionally takes me FOR-FUCKING-EVER to respond.
Other than writing, my hobbies include traditional and digital art (both realism and anime styles. It depends on my mood), video games of the mostly RPG nature and an occasional FPS, and music. Music is kind of the THE REASON FOR MY FUCKING EXISTENCE ON THIS MISERABLE AND FORSAKEN PLANET the reason I live.
When it comes to music, I am eclectic to the max. My playlist includes everything from Maroon 5 to Silversun Pickups to Editors to Avenged Sevenfold to Nightwish and all the way to Enya. It would be pointless to try to list all of the music I listen to. There are not enough available characters on this bio left.
I am also an avid reader, and I am particularly fond of Laini Taylor, James Patterson, Terry Pratchet, Neil Gaiman, and Cassandra Clare.
My favorite movies are The Crow, The Labyrinth, Stardust, and literally anything Marvel.
I am part of several fandom's, the most prominent being Homestuck, Marvel, DC, and The Black Jewels series.
You are POPPII DWELER, and you are the lowest color on the hemospectrum, a BURGUNDY BLOOD, MORE SPECIFICALLY, AN AUBURN. You are the most fucking OPTIMISTIC and HAPPY troll to ever grace Alternia. So happy and optimistic, in fact, that you just RADIATE FUCKING SUNSHINE THAT NO ONE CAN ESCAPE. BITCH, PLEASE, YOU WILL MAKE THEM SMILE. This in no way means that you are any less of a VICIOUS, MURDERING PSYCHO. It just means you tend to be bubbly as you smash people's heads in.
You have TWO RULING HOBBIES, the first of which is TROLLIAN LITERATURE. You just love a good book! It's one of the only things that can make you CALM FOR FIVE SECONDS. You also love anything that has to do with COMPUTERS. You are proficient in PROGRAMMING, and are a kick ass GAMER. You rock those fucking troll games hardcore. There is no game you cannot CONQUER. And your codes? UNHACKABLE and UNTOUCHABLE. (At least, so far.)
You have a knack for FASHION, and your favorite outfit is that of a stripped rust and black dress, a high collared vest bearing your INSIGNIA of an ASYMMETRICAL FLOWER, and a pair of tall black boots, which is obviously a blatant DISREGARD FOR THE RULES, BUT YOU COULDN'T CARE LESS. In all honesty, you're pretty surprised you haven't been culled yet. It could be because you live in a highly SECLUDED AND RURAL HIVE, out in the literal middle of nowhere. You might as well be A FUCKING HERMIT.
You were originally the ward of a LARGE BURGUNDY MEOWBEAST. However, it disappeared around the middle of your fifth sweep. The
Today is the day that you and some other trolls are going to play SGRUB. Which is a game that you TOTALLY ILLEGALLY ACQUIRED from a troll somewhere in the city that you occasionally snatch epic games from. Not like the supposed genius ever notices. He's probably too busy lisping about how awesome he is to even notice that YOU HAVE BEEN "BORROWING" THINGS FROM HIS GRUBWORK FOR SWEEPS. Ah well. His lost, you guess. In any case, you're just super fucking stoked to start this game. You just know that the others will love it.
Name: Poppii Dweler
Age: 7 sweeps
Gender: Feminine
Blood: Auburn Burgundy
Symbol: an asymmetrical flower with six petals.
Appearance: Of short height with an extra foot and half in horn height, this troll comes off as far too small to be such a huge PROBLEM. Her hair is cut in two distinct layers, one that brushes her shoulders and curls up, and the second that reaches her waist. Her bangs frame her face near her eyes and her cheekbones. Her eyes are still the same grey as the usual adolescent's colour, and her asymmetrical horns curl up and out, with one curling slightly inward, almost straight up.
Lusus: (deceased) A giant red meowbeast with six legs and foot long fangs.
Moirial: Alvaro Callom
Hive: A low to the ground, labyrinthine structure built of the indigenous stone. The rooms have a wide, open feel, due to the lack of completed walls. Wild beasts tend to roam freely in and out if her home. Each wall that does exist is painted a different colour, and the doorframes extend from ceiling to floor.
Handle: auspiciousPetals
Quirk: YOU LIKE TO YELL ABOUT EVERYTHING BECAUSE YOU ARE S-S-SUPER EXCITED ABOUT EVERY FUCKING TH-THING!!
Sylladex: The colour wheel. Everything gets sorted by colour into a wheel. They are then stacked in small boxes on top of one another. However, you never have any idea what's in the box you remove, since they are all the same size and colour.
Strife Specibus: The Colourblade, a combination of a sword and a paintbrush that slices through the air with bright streaks of colour.
Abilities: She can manipulate heat in any form. She can use this ability in a number of interesting ways, including, but not limited to, creating hot air currents to fly on, warming up another person's body, and manipulating fire. She has a heightened metabolism, which causes her to eat double what a normal person needs to survive. And although she gained these through training, and not through birth, she is also physically stronger than most women her size, and much faster. She sleeps half the time a normal person would, and heals at a slightly faster pace.
Weapon: A large hammer, reminiscent of Thor’s, with a handle wrapped in black and red tape. It has a red wristband that Pyro usually keeps wrapped around her wrist. The hammer has a basic flame print carved into the side.
Appearance: Long, tangled red curls, and bright green eyes. Fair skinned, with freckled cheeks. Not too tall, but very thin. Though she has a generally lovely face, her appearance is rather plain. Many people are put off by the hostile air around her and so she tends to fade into the background.
Her super outfit consists of a black and red, long sleeved catsuit with a red belt and high collar, black boots, and a red half mask.
Personality: Sally has a serious personality, and usually comes off in a very severe manner when acting as Pyro. During her daily life, she is aloof and distant with those sound her, despite the crushing loneliness that rules her. She's generally very polite and gentle, regardless of the distance she places between herself and others. She doesn't let people behind her shield easily, and the people she does she becomes fiercely protective and caring toward. Her temper tends to flare at the worst times, especially during confrontations. She has to be careful and reel herself in frequently to keep from exploding into a raging fire bomb.
Back Story: Sally was born with her powers, unlike some of her fellow supers. It's unknown where in her family they had come from, but they were there. Her parents began very early on her training. When she was young, it was mostly for control, but as she got older, she expressed her wishes to her parents. She wanted to be a super.
Her parents enrolled her in many self defense and martial arts classes to supplement her fiery abilities. Her father and she would spend hours after school practicing in their basement with various improvised weapons. They crafted an armoured suit and practiced with more dangerous weapons as she got older. She had a huge learning curve and a persistence to her goals that on its own reassured her parents of her choice.
Thanks to her heightened metabolism and minimal need for sleep, she was able to spend much of her high school life building a reputation for herself as a super during the night. During her senior year, another super moved into town; Witch. The new super was roughly the same age, and was gifted with telekinesis. The two formed a tenuous partnership to team up against a sudden influx of mob activity in Chicago. Their partnership became official upon the end of the mission, and the two became famous throughout the states once they became full time heroes.
Recently, a group of darker supers has infiltrated their home. Witch, while investigating, went missing. Upon an attempt to find her missing partner, Pyro was jumped by a rather powerful elemental super, and retreated to call for backup, as is the Justice protocol.
Ilia rapped her knuckles on the counter and flashed the blonde a smile. "Well, if you decide you want something else, just let me know. I'm Ilia, by the way. Enjoy your drink." With that, she breezed away toward the center of the bar to collect more drink orders. Sky was there, mixing a drink.
"Did you see that guy? He almost looked shocked to see me."
She glanced over her shoulder to the stage setup for live music. The band, one they hired frequently, was playing with a new vocalist. His face was vaguely familiar, but Ilia quickly glanced back to the shaker in her hand before replying to her lovely red haired friend. "Maybe he was just struck speechless by your graceful tardiness and fabulous hair. You walk in and it's like a miniature sun follows you." She gave her friend a small smirk before shrugging and answering in a more serious voice. "I honestly have no clue. He looks kind of familiar, but if he was, then it wouldn't make sense for him to be so shocked that you're here. Have any missing childhood friends?"
Ilia distributed a few drinks before returning to her space next to Skylar, her mind still vaguely occupied by what she knew would happen tonight. The nervousness almost made her want to slam back a shot- if she weren't vehemently disgusted by the flavour of all alcoholic beverages, that was. As it was, she wouldn't drink any of the things she mixed to save her life, much less to calm her nerves.
She looked down at the drink she was mindlessly assembling, vaguely surprised she hadn't missed anything, before taking note of her trembling palms. Was she really that nervous? It wasn't as though she didn't know what to expect... except, she really didn't. What kind of destruction and chaos could the Beast possessed Kellen have brought about? Was Aiden still protecting the Sirenian kingdom, after all these years?
If nothing else, she at least had to return to make sure that her few friends were safe. With a deep breath, she let some of her anxiety drift away and returned to the present. She tuned back in, hoping that Sky hadn't said anything of too great importance.
I'm perfectly fine with the blood mutations. Just as long as we stat true to canon and don't add a candy red blood or a lime blood, evething else is a go.
So. I forgot that yeste4say was my birthday. I didn't have time to finish.
Also, @potatochipgolem, don't stress it. Blackout is imminent. Though I have to say, are you going to just have Gwen stalk Skylar back to the apartment? XD You haven't introduced him to anyone else, and they all have to be in the same room to leave when it happens.
[center]>>BE THE FUCKING OPTIMISTIC NUT JOB
[i]
The Land Of Music And Sunlight, LOMAC for short, was BORING. There was practically no imps here, much to your utter despair. To your knowledge, everyone else had imps. Both your moirail Katana and your matesprit Coboli reported that their lands were overrun with the little monsters, but you had yet to find one single thing you could kill.
That did nothing to dampen your permanent optimism, however, and you gleefully wondered through your land before coming across your first temple. Finally! Something exciting. According to the others, there should be puzzles and treasure within it's deep recesses. With a big smile and your trademark giggle, you made your way inside.
It was there that you discovered three ogres, each the size of the staircase that your server player had built for you to reach your gate. In other words, tall and fucking monstrous. They occupied the entirety of the main room, one level down from where you've entered. You had a feeling they must have eaten a good portion of the smaller shale imps who you should have been fighting all along.
A wicked smile plays over your lips as you summon your FLOWER POWER SCALEMATE POUNDER from your Strife Specibus! You wasted no time in charging in, leaping off the high platform that was the entrance, your hammer raising high as you prepared to strike. You practically oozed excitement and fucking optimism as you began to utterly DESTROY those ogres, all the while giggling like a lovestruck school girl.
You finished them off with a squeal of excitement as you landed in the middle of the grist piles. "[color=ed1c24]Hell f-f-fucking yes!![/color]"
You are Poppii Dweler, and you just Fucked. Them. Up.[/i]
[color=630460]===> BE THE AUTHOR
[/color]
Well, hi there!
As you can clearly tell, if you've read this far, I started this off with a Homestuck style character introduction, and a small bit of my typically writing. There isn't that much to say about me, honestly.
Most people refer to me as Stitches. This is the first site where I haven't based my username around some form of Stitches or Threads.
I identify as Rainbow Dragon Kitty, pronouns be fucking damned.
As of this September of 2016, I shall be twenty-one years of age.
I mostly enjoy writing Fantasy, Science Fiction (to a degree), and Slice of Life roleplays, though I can be convinced to try anything at LEAST once.
I've been writing, in roleplay style, for roughly six years. I know that doesn't seem like a lot, but I pride myself on the quality of my posts, even if it occasionally takes me [b][i]FOR-FUCKING-EVER[/i][/b] to respond.
Other than writing, my hobbies include traditional and digital art (both realism and anime styles. It depends on my mood), video games of the mostly RPG nature and an occasional FPS, and music. Music is kind of the [b][i][u][color=f26522][s]THE REASON FOR MY FUCKING EXISTENCE ON THIS MISERABLE AND FORSAKEN PLANET[/s][/color][/u][/i][/b] the reason I live.
When it comes to music, I am eclectic to the max. My playlist includes everything from Maroon 5 to Silversun Pickups to Editors to Avenged Sevenfold to Nightwish and all the way to Enya. It would be pointless to try to list all of the music I listen to. There are not enough available characters on this bio left.
I am also an avid reader, and I am particularly fond of Laini Taylor, James Patterson, Terry Pratchet, Neil Gaiman, and Cassandra Clare.
My favorite movies are The Crow, The Labyrinth, Stardust, and literally anything Marvel.
I am part of several fandom's, the most prominent being [color=39b54a]Homestuck,[/color] [color=f26522]Marvel,[/color] [color=8882be]DC,[/color] and [color=440e62]The Black Jewels series.[/color] [/center]
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><span class="bb-greentext">>>BE THE FUCKING OPTIMISTIC NUT JOB </span><br><br><span class="bb-i">The Land Of Music And Sunlight, LOMAC for short, was BORING. There was practically no imps here, much to your utter despair. To your knowledge, everyone else had imps. Both your moirail Katana and your matesprit Coboli reported that their lands were overrun with the little monsters, but you had yet to find one single thing you could kill. <br><br>That did nothing to dampen your permanent optimism, however, and you gleefully wondered through your land before coming across your first temple. Finally! Something exciting. According to the others, there should be puzzles and treasure within it's deep recesses. With a big smile and your trademark giggle, you made your way inside.<br><br>It was there that you discovered three ogres, each the size of the staircase that your server player had built for you to reach your gate. In other words, tall and fucking monstrous. They occupied the entirety of the main room, one level down from where you've entered. You had a feeling they must have eaten a good portion of the smaller shale imps who you should have been fighting all along.<br><br>A wicked smile plays over your lips as you summon your FLOWER POWER SCALEMATE POUNDER from your Strife Specibus! You wasted no time in charging in, leaping off the high platform that was the entrance, your hammer raising high as you prepared to strike. You practically oozed excitement and fucking optimism as you began to utterly DESTROY those ogres, all the while giggling like a lovestruck school girl.<br><br>You finished them off with a squeal of excitement as you landed in the middle of the grist piles. "<font color="#ed1c24">Hell f-f-fucking yes!!</font>" <br><br>You are Poppii Dweler, and you just Fucked. Them. Up.</span> <br><br><font color="#630460">===> BE THE AUTHOR</font><br>Well, hi there! <br><br>As you can clearly tell, if you've read this far, I started this off with a Homestuck style character introduction, and a small bit of my typically writing. There isn't that much to say about me, honestly.<br><br>Most people refer to me as Stitches. This is the first site where I haven't based my username around some form of Stitches or Threads. <br><br>I identify as Rainbow Dragon Kitty, pronouns be fucking damned.<br><br>As of this September of 2016, I shall be twenty-one years of age.<br><br>I mostly enjoy writing Fantasy, Science Fiction (to a degree), and Slice of Life roleplays, though I can be convinced to try anything at LEAST once.<br><br>I've been writing, in roleplay style, for roughly six years. I know that doesn't seem like a lot, but I pride myself on the quality of my posts, even if it occasionally takes me <span class="bb-b"><span class="bb-i">FOR-FUCKING-EVER</span></span> to respond. <br><br>Other than writing, my hobbies include traditional and digital art (both realism and anime styles. It depends on my mood), video games of the mostly RPG nature and an occasional FPS, and music. Music is kind of the <span class="bb-b"><span class="bb-i"><span class="bb-u"><font color="#f26522"><span class="bb-s">THE REASON FOR MY FUCKING EXISTENCE ON THIS MISERABLE AND FORSAKEN PLANET</span></font></span></span></span> the reason I live.<br><br>When it comes to music, I am eclectic to the max. My playlist includes everything from Maroon 5 to Silversun Pickups to Editors to Avenged Sevenfold to Nightwish and all the way to Enya. It would be pointless to try to list all of the music I listen to. There are not enough available characters on this bio left.<br><br>I am also an avid reader, and I am particularly fond of Laini Taylor, James Patterson, Terry Pratchet, Neil Gaiman, and Cassandra Clare.<br><br>My favorite movies are The Crow, The Labyrinth, Stardust, and literally anything Marvel. <br><br>I am part of several fandom's, the most prominent being <font color="#39b54a">Homestuck,</font> <font color="#f26522">Marvel,</font> <font color="#8882be">DC,</font> and <font color="#440e62">The Black Jewels series.</font></div><br><br></div>
