False Prophet

Perf's Artistic Menagerie

finally drew him as a human again

Violet Sheep Happy Hunting: A Cyberpunk Game

uhoh another one

Pascal Harper

Pascal "Dolly" Harper, 21
_{60 in / 95 lbs
S T A T U S : Surplus
E M P L O Y M E N T : Musical Artist
F L A W : Borderline. Dolly has BPD. He's extremely sensitive and impulsive to the point where it strains relationships. He's generally a bit difficult to get along with.
V I R T U E : Passionate. Deep down, Dolly is a loving, caring individual by nature. He's just out of touch with this side of himself. He cares immensely about what's important to him.}

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P E R S O N A L I T Y

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To those around him, Dolly is a fierce try-hard with a serious Napoleon complex. This is all very true, but he is more than a short guy with too much attitude. Dolly's aggression is very warranted seeing that the world is cruel, and he is trying to make a point of not being an easy target. Throughout his life, he's learned to always be on guard. It's how he survived. He sees most people as a potential threat, and also gets rather insecure around people larger than him since they threaten his authority. He likes to belittle and insult others, but only if he believes he can get away with it. Though he has a hard time swallowing his pride, he will do so for survival. Deep down, he feels an obligation to stick up for the "little guy". They remind him of himself. He has an obsession with proving that he is not weak, even if he physically is. He also has a very difficult time accepting assistance from other people since he worries that it makes him appear more fragile (at least more than he already is).

Dolly hates taking the blame when something is his fault, often shouldering it aside instead. He does not want to come face-to-face with the reality that people can see he isn't as perfect as he looks. Dolly is very hedonistic. He is very much one to take stupid risks either to be petty or just to have fun. He is outwardly promiscuous because he is tired of being ashamed of himself, and also enjoys the power it gives him. He enjoys the security he feels that comes with having control over things. He knows he's pretty and will use it to his advantage if needed, but thankfully he doesn't try to manipulate people. He is a surprisingly lonely person, only really forging relationships to fool around instead of committing to people. Commitment scares him, but he does yearn for security in both platonic and romantic relationships. He is also rather emotionally immature, so his wants don't align with his needs, and he is constantly struggling against this.

A R M O R & W E A P O N R Y

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Handheld Electrical Discouragement Device (HEDD) is a battery operated taser issued typically for self-defense. Its purpose is to non-lethally stun assailants.


Artificial retinal enhancements. Born with albinism, his eyesight was rather poor for many years. Before these enhancements, Dolly's eyes shook from nystagmus, and he was sensitive to light. Now he is able to keep his eyes stable, view bright lights, and even see sharply in dim environments.

Pitch recognition & inner ear protection implants. Being a musical performer, his hearing is a crucial part of what he does. Exposure to loud environments can greatly damage hearing, so these devices protect the inner ear. They are similar in design to cochlear implants, and can be removed at any time for any reason. As an added bonus, they can help recognize the pitch of sounds to those born without absolute pitch.

Vocal Expansion Cords. This device is small and unseen, as it lies beneath the tissue. It is an implant in the larynx that can expand a person’s vocal range. Dolly has one so that he may sing at a soprano pitch without risk of vocal cracks or damage. Although he can shift his voice to almost any pitch at will, he prefers to speak with his “natural” voice.

S K I L L S

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Dolly is a trained vocalist and multi-instrumentalist. He’s most notably seen playing the bass or electric guitar. He knows a thing or two about music theory, too. When does flattery cross into outright manipulation? He isn’t sure. But he’s gotten pretty good at convincing people to give him what he wants.

R E L A T I O N S

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Parents
Leonard Harper, Dolly’s father. He wouldn’t say it, but he’s always been a bit ashamed of his son’s fragility…and career choice. He and Dolly never really saw eye-to-eye, but that was probably because he was never home due to work. He died about 2 years ago from a workplace accident.

Bella Harper is a teacher at Graham Hill. She loves her job, but it really doesn’t pay much. Dolly used to think his mom was the coolest, sweetest lady as a kid. Now he feels conflicted about her, as she was the one primarily coddling him, so much to the point where she homeschooled him herself. He wished she didn’t. They don’t talk much anymore.

Siblings
Augustine Harper is the eldest sibling at 30 and is the only sister. She moved out of Seattle when in her older 20’s to marry and pursue her career. She had children, meaning Dolly is technically an uncle, but he’s sure he’s only met them once or twice.

Beau Harper is Dolly’s fraternal twin brother. He, unlike Dolly, shows no traits of albinism. He’s the strongest of the two and has always been protective over his brother. The two were close as children but drifted apart from a lack of interests in their teen years. Beau is often mistaken as an older brother. They haven’t spoken to each other since an argument at their father’s funeral.

Friends
Hiro Kimura is a tall, tired man that’s 22 years old. To make things short and sweet: he’s a loser. That’s why Dolly likes him. Dolly doesn’t have to act peppy, cute, or upbeat around him- hell, he doesn’t even have to talk. They usually get noodles together once a week. Hiro works as a mechanic. They met in high school.

Buck Anderlow is 23 years old and a fellow musical artist. He and Dolly collaborate often. The public is under the impression that they’re best friends, but they can barely stand each other when left alone in a room together. Dolly thinks he’s annoying, overbearing, and way too open about wanting to sleep with him. He gives Dolly the creeps. Buck actually wants to try and be close to him, but it really isn’t happening.

Other
Shepard Dagenhart is Dolly’s manager and producer. They work for the same record label that Nigel owns. Dolly finds them irritating, as they tend to shut down his creative decisions in favor of doing what’ll make more money.

Nigel Vordaunt is twice Dolly’s age and generally scummy. The two met at the Electric Rose when he was about nineteen, and Nigel offered to sponsor his music career to get him out of there. Their relationship is extremely questionable, and Dolly is visibly afraid of him, but nobody’s bothered to do anything about it. Nigel sees Dolly as a pretty face and an important money-making asset. He’s a cut-throat businessman in the entertainment industry.

H I S T O R Y

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Dolly’s history is a smidge complicated. Never at any point in his life was he just a “normal kid”. Born with albinism and a few other health issues, he’s always been a pale and sickly child- especially since his parents couldn’t afford most treatment. They were very protective of him, because why wouldn’t they be? He was a lonely little kid, as he was primarily homeschooled until the age of 11.

He didn’t have the greatest time in middle school, though. He was a poorly socialized, short kid with barely any money. He spent a lot of his time hiding in the band room to avoid becoming a target. This was where he found his love for music- arguably his only source of comfort at this point. He joined the chorus class with enthusiasm.

In high school he was seen less as “that weird scrawny kid” and more of a subject of pity. Unlike his peers, he never hit his growth spurt. This was also around the time he found out that he was very much queer, so it was a rollercoaster and a half to go through. Perpetually infantized and filled with gay angst, he went with his only option: start a band. It was fun and gave his life more structure, but the band split not long after graduation. It was weird. His small friend group pretty much dissipated and ditched music for other careers.

Dolly wanted to continue his musical journey, but that required having money- and any other job required skills. He shrugged, swallowed his pride, and got into various forms of adult entertainment. It was supposed to be a temporary endeavor, but he wasn’t prepared for how cruel the industry could be. Stripped of his dignity (and clothes), he was practically begging to get out when he was found by Nigel Vordaunt.

Nigel found Dolly entertaining. He became a sort of friend to the pretty young man. Maybe it was luck, maybe it was the consequences of his poor actions, but Dolly accepted a sort of sponsorship from him. It was a less-than-legal deal that required Dolly to become a sort of industry plant. He happily signed away the rights of his free time, music, and soul. Somewhere in his heart, Dolly always dreamed of being famous. It felt achievable in that moment, so of course he said yes.

The next two years of Dolly’s life had become, somehow, even more nightmarish. Nigel had revealed himself to be a verbally, sexually, and sometimes physically abusive control-freak. Dolly performs on stage for the masses mostly out of fear. He is faced with the threat of being replaced with a cybercom almost daily. Normally, he’d be completely content with being fired, but that would leave him homeless. Nigel managed to wedge himself between Dolly and his family, and he was quietly disowned. He lives exclusively for concert afterparties nowadays.

C Y B E R C O M

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Blossom is an anthropomorphic rabbit-like android given to Dolly by Nigel. She is less “awake” than most other cybercoms, with no real personality other than to do what she is told. She often accompanies Dolly in stage performances and is somewhat of a mascot. She, like her owner, is small. Excluding the ears, she is about 3’2. Dolly doesn’t seem to like her much. Still, she follows him almost everywhere.

Perf's Artistic Menagerie

New RP character

Violet Sheep Happy Hunting: A Cyberpunk Game

Time: 7:45 A.M. - 9:15 A.M.
Loc: D’alessio Penthouse - The road to Bell Street Park, somewhere
@: N/A
Interactions: King Tal, Edward
Equipment: Several bags of dice, gummy bears, and a portable toolkit

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Toby was awoken not five seconds ago, barely slumped upright in the nest of pillows and blankets that was his bed. A figure stood at his doorway and was saying…something. They registered as words, but the kid was far too dazed to try and comprehend any of it. He merely squinted at the sudden light, slack-jawed. With an unamused groan of pure misery, he half-fell and half-rolled into his covers, burying his face in them in the process. FInally, something clicked. Language became coherent again.

“Bud, get up. We’ve gotta be out of here by 9 latest.”

But why? He was supposed to leave for school at 8- Oh, this wasn’t for school, huh? His frazzled mind managed to finally recall that today was FRIDAY, and his dad had some dumb luncheon that he had to go to as well, because… Hell if he knew why. Toby peeled his face from the bed and looked at whoever was in his doorway. It was his dad. He wasn't used to his father waking him up for anything. Usually that was King Tal’s job. Where was Tal, anyway? Wherever the cybercom was and why his father was there were questions that would be answered later, as the man vanished from view after seeing that his son was awake.

Toby slipped off of the mattress, as we would any other day. His sandy-blonde hair, which was curly enough to form short ringlets on a good day, was taking a form more akin to a bird’s nest. Despite wearing an oversized graphic tee and a pair of plaid PJ pants, he immediately shivered after leaving the warm confines of his bed. Ugh…if only he could sleep for a bit longer. It was warm and he was still tired... Maybe staying up and playing Wrath of the Vale Hunter with Noah was a bad idea. What? He’d pre-ordered the game about three months ago. Of course, he was going to stay up all night once it was available for download. Anyway, he retreated from standing on the frigid tile floor to the small carpet by a nightstand. His VR headset was haphazardly laying on its surface. He’d plug that in later…A knock at the door interrupted his morning thoughts.

“Come in,” Toby answered through a yawn that felt like it was going to make his jaw fall right out of skull.

King Talgorthus The Great, or just King Tal, was behind the door. The pane of lightweight metal slid into the wall as the cybercom entered. While some people enjoyed human-like or animal cybercom companions, Toby had one modeled after his favorite D&D character, a dragonborn fighter by the same name. The android had the face of a dragon, covered in plates of lustrous, gold-hued metal to mimic scales. The rest of his body was built to mimic heavy armor with the traditional look of the olden days, but with a more modern twist. It was flexible, lighter, and stronger than any steel alloy used in the past. Because of these design choices, King Tal clinged and clanged from place-to-place while making only half the noise a knight from the Middle Ages would.

“Good morning, sir,” the dragon greeted. He bowed deeply in the presence of his owner. King Tal’s voice had the guttural texture expected of a dragon, along with a hint of an English accent.

Toby gave a grin that made his eyes almost scrunch closed. The pudginess of his face was only accentuated by this action and his lack of visible front teeth. "Tal! What's up?"

"It's 7:45 AM, the temperature is 35° Fahrenheit, and the weather calls for scattered showers throughout the day. You have 1 new message from Noah Fraiser." With that, a hologram screen projected from King Tal’s chest to display a written message from Noah that read: hey dumbass is it game day today?

“Shit!” Toby had completely forgotten about that. Yes, today was supposed to be gameday for the Robotics Club Campaign. Of course, he was the designated Dungeon Master. Games started right after school, usually in Dr. Peterson’s room. “Uh, tell him yeah.”

One small problem: he was going to miss most if not all of school because of his dad’s stupid event. To make matters worse, the cybercom handed his owner a neatly folded pile of clothes. It was a suit, deep navy in color. Looking at it made Toby’s nose wrinkle.

“I’m not wearing that,” he blurted out.

“Your father stated there was a dress code.”

“Son of a bitch. Okay.” With disdain, the boy took the suit and plunged his free hand into a dresser drawer to grab whatever else he needed. “See ya, King.”

The dragonborn bowed as Toby vanished into his own private bathroom. The space inside rivaled that of some of the apartments that the Surplus lived in. It had two sinks, a shower (with a bench in it!), and a jacuzzi tub that was largely unused. An empty terrarium lay within its porcelain depths. It belonged to a long dead pet. Toby grabbed a toothbrush and shoved it into his mouth before starting up the shower.

8:15 A.M.

“Toby, put your teeth back in!”

“Son of a bitch,” the kid grumbled with his heavy lisp.

“Language.”

“Sorry-”

His small, yet round hand swiped at the marble countertop to snatch up a pair of shiny white teeth. He bet he was the only kid in the entire city who had to wear dentures like some wrinkly grandma. He wore a simple, partial denture for his central incisors because he was still waiting for his adult teeth to come in. His dad said he looked goofy without a full set of chompers, so he’d been pretty much forced to wear them since he was about seven. The kid popped in his faux teeth, clicked them into place, and went back to focusing on the video King Tal was projecting. It was a news report about an accident at the airport. Apparently, there were several casualties. Wild.

The feeling of having a suit, albeit perfectly fitted to him, along with constantly having his dad tell him what to do was putting Toby into one of his moods. There was also the matter that he had to gel his hair down to “style it”. He perched his dark green beanie atop his hair in an act of defiance, along with pulling at the collar of the powder blue button-up he had on underneath the blazer. There rested a bowtie- a real one. He wished it was a clip-on, but noooo. What was even more irritating about it was the fact that he had to tie it himself. It took him far too many tries than he would’ve liked to admit. He reached for the half-eaten croissant sandwich that was lying on a plate next to a glass of OJ. Despite having food-safe dentures, Toby still bit and chewed with the corner of his mouth. Force of habit.

“No hats,” D’alessio senior chided before walking into another room to grab something. Probably a dumb briefcase for his dumb job.

“I’m EATING!”

9:15 A.M.

Toby, King, his father, and Ella (another cybercom that was essentially a maid) were all piling into a car together. Toby opted to seat himself by King Tal and as far away from his father as possible. Edwards wasn’t driving, anyway. They were netters, so naturally they had their own chauffeur. He actually found it a bit funny, seeing that once on the main streets, all vehicles pretty much drove themselves.

“You used to love coming to these events with me.”

Toby fought the urge to roll his eyes at the broken silence. “When I was like five. I have school now.”

“School, really, Tobes? You barely got a C on your last Language Arts test.”

“I’m telling you; Mrs. Rofella is conspiring against me to bring down my GPA! I studied- I swear.”

Toby huffed and then rested his chin in a hand. He had positioned himself in his seat to get a full view out of the window so he could stare out of it and into the cityscape. Really, he wasn’t admiring the view. Instead, he was giving his old man a wicked side-eye by staring down the reflection of the back of his head. No, he didn’t study for the stupid Language Arts test, but he wasn’t lying about Mrs. Rofella disliking him. He knew what an adverb was, and he knew how pronouns worked, he just couldn’t be bothered to answer the essay questions. He had a campaign to write! On that topic, he was supposed to run a session with the robotics club this afternoon in Homeroom.

“What time will it be over? I’m supposed to have club today.”

“You really want to go to school today, huh?”

“I guess…”

Toby didn’t like school all that much, but he liked club and he liked his friends. It beat staying at home with his dad after this breakfast…lunch…brunch…luncheon thing was over. He didn’t care for the semantics of the event, so long as he got fed. That croissant wasn’t going to hold him off forever. He’d stashed a pack of gummy bears in his pocket, but those were for later. He hoped his dad would cave and let him go back whenever it was all over. His dad was always the type to let things slide. Even now he'd stopped bugging Toby over the beanie he wore to cover his slicked back hair.

Perf's Artistic Menagerie

I fucking love vecna

Perf's Artistic Menagerie

I dont really have an excuse other than that he's easy to draw i guess but like....mouse furry lmao

I'm putting this hider here for "artistic nudity" but like honestly it's really not that bad. full disclosure: i just think drawing clothes is hard and I need to work on my proportions

Violet Sheep Happy Hunting: A Cyberpunk Game

Tobias D’alessio

Tobias "Toby" D'alessio, 12
_{60 in / 103 lbs
S T A T U S : Netter
E M P L O Y M E N T : Middle School Student
F L A W : Immature. He's a kid and he's rich. Oblivious to the world around him, Toby can and will make ill-informed decisions.
V I R T U E : Creative. Toby is an imaginative type with an open mind ready to solve problems.}

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P E R S O N A L I T Y

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Toby is known as a usually sweet kid. He loves all things pop-culture, nerdy, and geeky. He’s got an aptitude for most school subjects- or used to, anyway. Real world responsibilities like homework and learning to be his father’s successor don’t really interest him anymore. He’d rather play D&D or play video games. Despite spending a lot of his time online, Toby very much lives in a bubble. All he’s learned from using the internet since before he could barely talk were creative ways to say swear words. The injustices of day-to-day life that the working-class face seem like something out of a fantasy story to him. Really, there’s no way it’s THAT bad, right? And everyone totally owns a vacation home, too. He doesn’t understand just how lucky he is to be a netter, as all the rest of his buddies are also spoiled rich kids. Toby isn’t a bully about his wealth, just lacking in self-awareness. He genuinely means no harm to people, even if he does accidentally drop and f-bomb in front of adults and plays stupid practical jokes. He’s a kid. He wants to have fun. In this fast-paced society, he doesn’t seem eager to grow up.

A R M O R & W E A P O N R Y

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Toby’s most dangerous weapons are in the NERF gun collection he keeps hung up on his wall.

He owns a custom-made, historically accurate set of plate armor made for a Comic-Con two years ago. It is now collecting dust in a display case.

Dentures. It’s not very impressive but seeing that Toby is a twelve-year-old with cleidocranial dysplasia, he’s missing a few of his front teeth. It’s a complete secret that he uses them (well, it’s supposed to be anyway. Sometimes he terrorizes his close friends by chasing them with his teeth). He will receive permanent implants when he’s sixteen if his incisors don’t come in. He’s had several successful surgeries to fix his smile.

Collarbone Implants. Due to his condition, Toby’s collarbones are vestigial, but he’s been outfitted with a brand-new set of them to fix his sloping shoulders about a year ago. While his posture is normal now, he’s a little sad he can't fold his shoulders inwards anymore. It was funny.

S K I L L S

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Art, storytelling, teamwork, robotics, planning. These are skills Toby has cultivated through his interests. Dungeons & Dragons sparked his love for drawing, writing, and group-coordination. He’s become quite the aspiring Dungeon Master. He’s pretty good at what he does- for a twelve-year-old, at least. Robotics is his newer interest, but it serves him well in this tech-centered society. Tech problems? Ask him. Maybe. He can’t really hack so much as he can tell robots what to do. Of course, Toby is very methodical. Being a DM and a programmer, planning is the name of the game.

R E L A T I O N S

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Parents
Edward D’alessio
Edward D’alessio is a 40-year-old man and Toby’s biological father. He's a very important executive and shareholder for Microzon. As a very down-to-Earth and no-bullshit guy, he has trouble connecting with his son on a personal level. Despite living with his father, Toby is rather distant from his dad. Edward buys his son whatever he wants to keep him happy, as he’s not really that much for parenting. Toby feels the only thing his dad cares about is him learning how to become a good businessman.

Martha Olsen
Martha Olsen is 36 years old and is Toby’s biological mother. She divorced Edward when Toby was barely five after catching him in an affair. Their son doesn’t know of this. She is remarried to a man named Patrick that Toby rarely ever sees. In fact, he rarely sees Martha because she moved to New York and got involved with politics. Toby usually visits her during the holidays but resents having to travel away from his friends.

Friends
Noah Fraiser
A fellow 7th grader and massive nerd, the two have known each other since they were three. Toby has other buddies, but Noah is his best bud. His right-hand man. His partner in crime. The two play D&D together weekly with the rest of his friend group. When they’re not together in-person, they’re usually gaming or chatting about God knows what. Noah wants to become a famous movie director when he grows up. Sometimes they make short films together.

Nelson Yu
Nelson is the newest of the group, but he’s been welcomed with open arms. He was indoctrinated into playing D&D by Toby and Co. shortly after showing up. He’s still learning but is having fun. Nelson likes to make music in his free time and tends to rattle on about classic film soundtracks. He’s even scored a few of Noah’s projects. He’s also the one that suggested the gang try and design a videogame together just for the hell of it.

Marylin Waters
Tall and a jock, she’s the least nerdy of them all. Sometimes still plays D&D (she’s quite the murderhobo), but her true passion is baseball. Toby doesn’t know jackshit about sports, but sometimes shows up to her games anyway to grab ice cream or go to Joystix. Marylin is the designated “cool” one. Noah, Nelson, and Toby are prime targets for bullying, so she chases off hecklers with baseball bats.

Dr. Peterson
Dr. “Doc” Peterson is the closest thing Toby has to a present father-figure. Doc runs the robotics club at Toby’s private school. He encourages kids to stay engaged and learn in the classroom (or tries to, at least). Toby’s only been in the club for the year, but he loves it there. He tends to hang out after school to work on some weird project, or design something to put on his Cybercom.

H I S T O R Y

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Even the rich have a pecking order, and Toby’s learned he isn’t very high ranking in it. He’s always been that kid, the one with a lisp that’s the teacher’s pet. Most of his peers didn’t appreciate that. Most of his experiences with social ostracisation were in his elementary years. Sure, people still don’t hang out with him much, but he has his friend group nowadays. His schedule is relatively consistent: school, club, homework (sometimes), D&D/videogames/whatever else children do, and repeat.

Recently, his father has been trying to step in more to guide Toby into learning to be a businessman. He was met with nothing but opposition. Maybe it’s angst, or maybe he doesn’t like his father, but Toby’s been trying to avoid him altogether so he can continue to hang out with his friends. He barely even does his homework before, even though he used to be one of the top students in his class. He’s rapidly approaching the identity crisis brought by naturally growing up (and hates it).

C Y B E R C O M

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King Talgorthus the Great is a 6’5 dragon-like humanoid that wears a set of heavy-looking armor. His “scales” are a glistening gold color, and sometimes he wears a red cape. Talgorthus is still very much a robot. The striking appearance is due to the fact that he is themed off of Toby’s very own Dungeons & Dragons character, a gold dragonborn fighter. Tal is big and scary for a reason, as he serves as Toby’s bodyguard. He’s equipped with combat and first-aid capabilities- and also a flamethrower in his mouth. He takes better care of Toby than his own father sometimes.

Tal has an intimidating voice that's deep and gravelly, although he doesn't speak much. He refers to Toby as "Sir Tobias" (and Toby calls him "King Tal"). Tal is by the young man's side at every waking moment, and even has special programming to scan the faces of passerby to check for criminal history. Aside from being protective, he's very much a butler and seeks to fulfill any and every request given to him.

(I pledge)

Pascal "Dolly" Harper

Pascal "Dolly" Harper, 21
_{60 in / 95 lbs
S T A T U S : Surplus
E M P L O Y M E N T : Musical Artist
F L A W : Borderline. Dolly has BPD. He's extremely sensitive and impulsive to the point where it strains relationships. He's generally a bit difficult to get along with.
V I R T U E : Passionate. Deep down, Dolly is a loving, caring individual by nature. He's just out of touch with this side of himself. He cares immensely about what's important to him.}

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P E R S O N A L I T Y

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To those around him, Dolly is a fierce try-hard with a serious Napoleon complex. This is all very true, but he is more than a short guy with too much attitude. Dolly's aggression is very warranted seeing that the world is cruel, and he is trying to make a point of not being an easy target. Throughout his life, he's learned to always be on guard. It's how he survived. He sees most people as a potential threat, and also gets rather insecure around people larger than him since they threaten his authority. He likes to belittle and insult others, but only if he believes he can get away with it. Though he has a hard time swallowing his pride, he will do so for survival. Deep down, he feels an obligation to stick up for the "little guy". They remind him of himself. He has an obsession with proving that he is not weak, even if he physically is. He also has a very difficult time accepting assistance from other people since he worries that it makes him appear more fragile (at least more than he already is).

Dolly hates taking the blame when something is his fault, often shouldering it aside instead. He does not want to come face-to-face with the reality that people can see he isn't as perfect as he looks. Dolly is very hedonistic. He is very much one to take stupid risks either to be petty or just to have fun. He is outwardly promiscuous because he is tired of being ashamed of himself, and also enjoys the power it gives him. He enjoys the security he feels that comes with having control over things. He knows he's pretty and will use it to his advantage if needed, but thankfully he doesn't try to manipulate people. He is a surprisingly lonely person, only really forging relationships to fool around instead of committing to people. Commitment scares him, but he does yearn for security in both platonic and romantic relationships. He is also rather emotionally immature, so his wants don't align with his needs, and he is constantly struggling against this.

A R M O R & W E A P O N R Y

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Handheld Electrical Discouragement Device (HEDD) is a battery operated taser issued typically for self-defense. Its purpose is to non-lethally stun assailants.


Artificial retinal enhancements. Born with albinism, his eyesight was rather poor for many years. Before these enhancements, Dolly's eyes shook from nystagmus, and he was sensitive to light. Now he is able to keep his eyes stable, view bright lights, and even see sharply in dim environments.

Pitch recognition & inner ear protection implants. Being a musical performer, his hearing is a crucial part of what he does. Exposure to loud environments can greatly damage hearing, so these devices protect the inner ear. They are similar in design to cochlear implants, and can be removed at any time for any reason. As an added bonus, they can help recognize the pitch of sounds to those born without absolute pitch.

Vocal Expansion Cords. This device is small and unseen, as it lies beneath the tissue. It is an implant in the larynx that can expand a person’s vocal range. Dolly has one so that he may sing at a soprano pitch without risk of vocal cracks or damage. Although he can shift his voice to almost any pitch at will, he prefers to speak with his “natural” voice.

S K I L L S

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Dolly is a trained vocalist and multi-instrumentalist. He’s most notably seen playing the bass or electric guitar. He knows a thing or two about music theory, too. When does flattery cross into outright manipulation? He isn’t sure. But he’s gotten pretty good at convincing people to give him what he wants.

R E L A T I O N S

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Parents
Leonard Harper, Dolly’s father. He wouldn’t say it, but he’s always been a bit ashamed of his son’s fragility…and career choice. He and Dolly never really saw eye-to-eye, but that was probably because he was never home due to work. He died about 2 years ago from a workplace accident.

Bella Harper is a teacher at Graham Hill. She loves her job, but it really doesn’t pay much. Dolly used to think his mom was the coolest, sweetest lady as a kid. Now he feels conflicted about her, as she was the one primarily coddling him, so much to the point where she homeschooled him herself. He wished she didn’t. They don’t talk much anymore.

Siblings
Augustine Harper is the eldest sibling at 30 and is the only sister. She moved out of Seattle when in her older 20’s to marry and pursue her career. She had children, meaning Dolly is technically an uncle, but he’s sure he’s only met them once or twice.

Beau Harper is Dolly’s fraternal twin brother. He, unlike Dolly, shows no traits of albinism. He’s the strongest of the two and has always been protective over his brother. The two were close as children but drifted apart from a lack of interests in their teen years. Beau is often mistaken as an older brother. They haven’t spoken to each other since an argument at their father’s funeral.

Friends
Hiro Kimura is a tall, tired man that’s 22 years old. To make things short and sweet: he’s a loser. That’s why Dolly likes him. Dolly doesn’t have to act peppy, cute, or upbeat around him- hell, he doesn’t even have to talk. They usually get noodles together once a week. Hiro works as a mechanic. They met in high school.

Buck Anderlow is 23 years old and a fellow musical artist. He and Dolly collaborate often. The public is under the impression that they’re best friends, but they can barely stand each other when left alone in a room together. Dolly thinks he’s annoying, overbearing, and way too open about wanting to sleep with him. He gives Dolly the creeps. Buck actually wants to try and be close to him, but it really isn’t happening.

Other
Shepard Dagenhart is Dolly’s manager and producer. They work for the same record label that Nigel owns. Dolly finds them irritating, as they tend to shut down his creative decisions in favor of doing what’ll make more money.

Nigel Vordaunt is twice Dolly’s age and generally scummy. The two met at the Electric Rose when he was about nineteen, and Nigel offered to sponsor his music career to get him out of there. Their relationship is extremely questionable, and Dolly is visibly afraid of him, but nobody’s bothered to do anything about it. Nigel sees Dolly as a pretty face and an important money-making asset. He’s a cut-throat businessman in the entertainment industry.

H I S T O R Y

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Dolly’s history is a smidge complicated. Never at any point in his life was he just a “normal kid”. Born with albinism and a few other health issues, he’s always been a pale and sickly child- especially since his parents couldn’t afford most treatment. They were very protective of him, because why wouldn’t they be? He was a lonely little kid, as he was primarily homeschooled until the age of 11.

He didn’t have the greatest time in middle school, though. He was a poorly socialized, short kid with barely any money. He spent a lot of his time hiding in the band room to avoid becoming a target. This was where he found his love for music- arguably his only source of comfort at this point. He joined the chorus class with enthusiasm.

In high school he was seen less as “that weird scrawny kid” and more of a subject of pity. Unlike his peers, he never hit his growth spurt. This was also around the time he found out that he was very much queer, so it was a rollercoaster and a half to go through. Perpetually infantized and filled with gay angst, he went with his only option: start a band. It was fun and gave his life more structure, but the band split not long after graduation. It was weird. His small friend group pretty much dissipated and ditched music for other careers.

Dolly wanted to continue his musical journey, but that required having money- and any other job required skills. He shrugged, swallowed his pride, and got into various forms of adult entertainment. It was supposed to be a temporary endeavor, but he wasn’t prepared for how cruel the industry could be. Stripped of his dignity (and clothes), he was practically begging to get out when he was found by Nigel Vordaunt.

Nigel found Dolly entertaining. He became a sort of friend to the pretty young man. Maybe it was luck, maybe it was the consequences of his poor actions, but Dolly accepted a sort of sponsorship from him. It was a less-than-legal deal that required Dolly to become a sort of industry plant. He happily signed away the rights of his free time, music, and soul. Somewhere in his heart, Dolly always dreamed of being famous. It felt achievable in that moment, so of course he said yes.

The next two years of Dolly’s life had become, somehow, even more nightmarish. Nigel had revealed himself to be a verbally, sexually, and sometimes physically abusive control-freak. Dolly performs on stage for the masses mostly out of fear. He is faced with the threat of being replaced with a cybercom almost daily. Normally, he’d be completely content with being fired, but that would leave him homeless. Nigel managed to wedge himself between Dolly and his family, and he was quietly disowned. He lives exclusively for concert afterparties nowadays.

C Y B E R C O M

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Blossom is an anthropomorphic rabbit-like android given to Dolly by Nigel. She is less “awake” than most other cybercoms, with no real personality other than to do what she is told. She often accompanies Dolly in stage performances and is somewhat of a mascot. She, like her owner, is small. Excluding the ears, she is about 3’2. Dolly doesn’t seem to like her much. Still, she follows him almost everywhere.

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i will probably edit this tomorrow (this morning?)

Tobias D’alessio

Tobias "Toby" D'alessio, 12
_{60 in / 103 lbs
S T A T U S : Netter
E M P L O Y M E N T : Middle School Student
F L A W : Immature. He's a kid and he's rich. Oblivious to the world around him, Toby can and will make ill-informed decisions.
V I R T U E : Creative. Toby is an imaginative type with an open mind ready to solve problems.}

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P E R S O N A L I T Y

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Toby is known as a usually sweet kid. He loves all things pop-culture, nerdy, and geeky. He’s got an aptitude for most school subjects- or used to, anyway. Real world responsibilities like homework and learning to be his father’s successor don’t really interest him anymore. He’d rather play D&D or play video games. Despite spending a lot of his time online, Toby very much lives in a bubble. All he’s learned from using the internet since before he could barely talk were creative ways to say swear words. The injustices of day-to-day life that the working-class face seem like something out of a fantasy story to him. Really, there’s no way it’s THAT bad, right? And everyone totally owns a vacation home, too. He doesn’t understand just how lucky he is to be a netter, as all the rest of his buddies are also spoiled rich kids. Toby isn’t a bully about his wealth, just lacking in self-awareness. He genuinely means no harm to people, even if he does accidentally drop and f-bomb in front of adults and plays stupid practical jokes. He’s a kid. He wants to have fun. In this fast-paced society, he doesn’t seem eager to grow up.

A R M O R & W E A P O N R Y

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Toby’s most dangerous weapons are in the NERF gun collection he keeps hung up on his wall.

He owns a custom-made, historically accurate set of plate armor made for a Comic-Con two years ago. It is now collecting dust in a display case.

Dentures. It’s not very impressive but seeing that Toby is a twelve-year-old with cleidocranial dysplasia, he’s missing a few of his front teeth. It’s a complete secret that he uses them (well, it’s supposed to be anyway. Sometimes he terrorizes his close friends by chasing them with his teeth). He will receive permanent implants when he’s sixteen if his incisors don’t come in. He’s had several successful surgeries to fix his smile.

Collarbone Implants. Due to his condition, Toby’s collarbones are vestigial, but he’s been outfitted with a brand-new set of them to fix his sloping shoulders about a year ago. While his posture is normal now, he’s a little sad he can't fold his shoulders inwards anymore. It was funny.

S K I L L S

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Art, storytelling, teamwork, robotics, planning. These are skills Toby has cultivated through his interests. Dungeons & Dragons sparked his love for drawing, writing, and group-coordination. He’s become quite the aspiring Dungeon Master. He’s pretty good at what he does- for a twelve-year-old, at least. Robotics is his newer interest, but it serves him well in this tech-centered society. Tech problems? Ask him. Maybe. He can’t really hack so much as he can tell robots what to do. Of course, Toby is very methodical. Being a DM and a programmer, planning is the name of the game.

R E L A T I O N S

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Parents
Edward D’alessio
Edward D’alessio is a 40-year-old man and Toby’s biological father. He's a very important executive and shareholder for Microzon. As a very down-to-Earth and no-bullshit guy, he has trouble connecting with his son on a personal level. Despite living with his father, Toby is rather distant from his dad. Edward buys his son whatever he wants to keep him happy, as he’s not really that much for parenting. Toby feels the only thing his dad cares about is him learning how to become a good businessman.

Martha Olsen
Martha Olsen is 36 years old and is Toby’s biological mother. She divorced Edward when Toby was barely five after catching him in an affair. Their son doesn’t know of this. She is remarried to a man named Patrick that Toby rarely ever sees. In fact, he rarely sees Martha because she moved to New York and got involved with politics. Toby usually visits her during the holidays but resents having to travel away from his friends.

Friends
Noah Fraiser
A fellow 7th grader and massive nerd, the two have known each other since they were three. Toby has other buddies, but Noah is his best bud. His right-hand man. His partner in crime. The two play D&D together weekly with the rest of his friend group. When they’re not together in-person, they’re usually gaming or chatting about God knows what. Noah wants to become a famous movie director when he grows up. Sometimes they make short films together.

Nelson Yu
Nelson is the newest of the group, but he’s been welcomed with open arms. He was indoctrinated into playing D&D by Toby and Co. shortly after showing up. He’s still learning but is having fun. Nelson likes to make music in his free time and tends to rattle on about classic film soundtracks. He’s even scored a few of Noah’s projects. He’s also the one that suggested the gang try and design a videogame together just for the hell of it.

Marylin Waters
Tall and a jock, she’s the least nerdy of them all. Sometimes still plays D&D (she’s quite the murderhobo), but her true passion is baseball. Toby doesn’t know jackshit about sports, but sometimes shows up to her games anyway to grab ice cream or go to Joystix. Marylin is the designated “cool” one. Noah, Nelson, and Toby are prime targets for bullying, so she chases off hecklers with baseball bats.

Dr. Peterson
Dr. “Doc” Peterson is the closest thing Toby has to a present father-figure. Doc runs the robotics club at Toby’s private school. He encourages kids to stay engaged and learn in the classroom (or tries to, at least). Toby’s only been in the club for the year, but he loves it there. He tends to hang out after school to work on some weird project, or design something to put on his Cybercom.

H I S T O R Y

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Even the rich have a pecking order, and Toby’s learned he isn’t very high ranking in it. He’s always been that kid, the one with a lisp that’s the teacher’s pet. Most of his peers didn’t appreciate that. Most of his experiences with social ostracisation were in his elementary years. Sure, people still don’t hang out with him much, but he has his friend group nowadays. His schedule is relatively consistent: school, club, homework (sometimes), D&D/videogames/whatever else children do, and repeat.

Recently, his father has been trying to step in more to guide Toby into learning to be a businessman. He was met with nothing but opposition. Maybe it’s angst, or maybe he doesn’t like his father, but Toby’s been trying to avoid him altogether so he can continue to hang out with his friends. He barely even does his homework before, even though he used to be one of the top students in his class. He’s rapidly approaching the identity crisis brought by naturally growing up (and hates it).

C Y B E R C O M

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King Talgorthus the Great is a 6’5 dragon-like humanoid that wears a set of heavy-looking armor. His “scales” are a glistening gold color, and sometimes he wears a red cape. Talgorthus is still very much a robot. The striking appearance is due to the fact that he is themed off of Toby’s very own Dungeons & Dragons character, a gold dragonborn fighter. Tal is big and scary for a reason, as he serves as Toby’s bodyguard. He’s equipped with combat and first-aid capabilities- and also a flamethrower in his mouth. He takes better care of Toby than his own father sometimes.

Tal has an intimidating voice that's deep and gravelly, although he doesn't speak much. He refers to Toby as "Sir Tobias" (and Toby calls him "King Tal"). Tal is by the young man's side at every waking moment, and even has special programming to scan the faces of passerby to check for criminal history. Aside from being protective, he's very much a butler and seeks to fulfill any and every request given to him.

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@False Prophet There is a Discord link in Mole's second post. You can get faster replies from the whole group there.

@Lucky

Ballin'
Wasn't sure if the link was for accepted people only so I hesitated.

EDIT: Ah. The link is expired.

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I've been mulling over joining this. I don't do groups too much, but I ought to get back into the swing of things somehow. Questions: Do all cybercoms have to look like humans? Or can they be vaguely humanoid? Another question, may I draw my character? I usually do so, and my art is not anime in style. However, I am a cartoonist, and my stuff is relatively simple. If not, I'll try to find something more appropriate.

Edit: I have another question. A character idea I have in mind is a 12-year-old kid of some important Netter. However, I understand that this is a mature setting, and I don't want to make anybody uncomfortable with child characters.