Solekii

Wayward

Aye, I'm forgetful. I forgot to include personality.

Everyone who was accepted is still accepted, just fill out personality at your leisure.

Wayward

Accepted, Wind, you can add him to the tab.

Wayward

Alright, just a bit of a problem. I know I said take liberties in this world, however there wasn't exactly a war that destroyed everything. And if there was, even if he were 100 he wouldn't have been able to fight in it. I probably should have mentioned something about the past but yeah, that's the idea. Unless there was a small battle somewhere for something else (land or territory), but nothing huge as this world didn't end in a blaze.

Also it's a little odd for someone so much older to be joining this particular group. Not that there's anything wrong with having an older character, I'm just thinking he's probably too seasoned to even need them. Especially since Carter and Edgar are so much younger.

You also missed filling the section about why he would even be with this group in the first place. And have you read the rules?

Wayward

Alrighty, accepted. One more thing I forgot to put on the bio, can you also write why they decided to join the group or if they were already there?

Wayward

Sounds good, I'll be looking forward to it.

Oh and I'll accept about five people. I want to keep this relatively small so I can keep track of everyone.

Wayward --Interest Check

I'm bumping this because the OOC's getting a bit buried.

Wayward

My Characters

Name: Carter

Age: 19

Sex/Gender: cisgender Male

Sexuality: Pansexual

Species: Demon

Eye Type: Yellow with slitted pupils

Curse: Carter can see the 'auras' of people and demons. Everyone tends to have a different colour or combination of colours. If he meets their eyes without his glasses on, he can turn a person into a corrupted version of themselves: a physical monster without any remnants left of the person they once were. If he kills the monster, the person reverts back to normal before they die. Because of his curse, Carter is very untrusting and secretive, as well as angry and sharp with people.

His curse has a catch, however, one that he himself is not aware of.

General appearance: Carter is tall and lean-muscled with sharp features. He has an old, beat-up leather jacket he wears almost always, a pair of torn jeans and combat boots, and a pink-tinted choker with a white ankh hanging from it. We wears a pair of rose-coloured glasses that have slanted, rectangular frames. The glasses prevent him from turning people and from seeing auras.

He has sharply pointed ears with multiple piercings, fangs that occasionally stick out a little (he bites his lip rather often), and black claws (part of the demon package, of course). His hair is deep black, rather long and a bit 'fluffy' as it never lays flat. There's always that one piece that never lays down and he doesn't bother ever fixing it. He's most often seen with arms folded, looking mad about something. And, in truth, he probably IS mad about something.

Personality: Carter is constantly lashing out at just about anything he can manage. He pushes people away as much as possible by putting up a front of being a jerk. He does his best to make sure people keep a distance and his short temper tends to help with that. He's more often angry than anything else and can't always explain why. He tries to shrug it off as 'everyone's just being stupid' or blaming it on the others when in truth he doesn't really believe that. He has no idea why he's so angry all the time and he suppresses the question to the point where he doesn't bother to ask himself anymore.

He was always a bit short-tempered but it was never to push people away from the start. The second he was turned it just grew and grew until he couldn't think about it anymore. It was just his natural response. Push people away because if they get too attached, too trusting, they could be next.

Despite his brash nature and tendencies to say anything without holding back, he does care about people, even if he'd prefer not to let on. Despite pretending he's only with Edgar for the cure, he's grown rather protective of him without realizing and though he does threaten to leave often, he likely wouldn't.

Every emotion Carter has is big, so the anger acts as a cover-up for what he really feels deep down. Anger's easy, but everything else? Not so much. He pushes people away so often now he's forgotten how to keep them close. Even though he really does care, he'd have trouble expressing it.

He's also self-conscious about his intelligence and tries to hide things like, how slow a reader he is and his difficulty in things like mathematics. He tries his best but can't ever seem to get a hold of things as fast as other people. He did grow up without schooling but even when he tried to learn it was frustrating as all hell.

What he does know, however, is strategy, how to hide and plenty about how this world works. So he makes up for it, but it doesn't stop him from being a little jealous of Edgar's booksmarts.

He has tendencies towards dwelling on the past and constantly blames himself for anything going wrong, but externally projects onto others. If he feels stupid, guess what insult he's most likely to use on someone. He's not always aware he does this, but sometimes he catches himself. He almost never apologizes, though. He has a hard time doing so since he can't bring himself to open up to others. He's positive that there aren't any good people and is beyond the point of hope. He's pessimistic and usually the first one to pick out the negatives in any plan.

Carter can't always help jumping to anger, but he doesn't always try either. It's a lot of patience with him, and he doesn't have it. He's the type to shoot first, whether he wants to be or not.

Special Object: Carter has two, his pair of rose-coloured glasses with slanted, rectangular lenses, and a choker with a small ankh hanging from it. He never removes the necklace and it'll be a rare sight to see him without his glasses. While he doesn't have a sentimental attachment to the glasses, he keeps them on just to be safe that he doesn't turn anyone. He's never quite certain just who will turn out to be a monster and tends to assume everyone is.

His necklace is a different story. That will stay on forever and he's fiercely protective of it. He wouldn't remove it or trust it with anyone.

You could argue he has a third object, his old pocket knife that if he carves an X in something, can cut through just about anything, but he doesn't have the same sentimental attachment to it as his necklace.

History: Carter comes from the city, a place known for its child gangs and decrepit buildings. He's not sure what became of the city after he left, or his old friends but after an angel attack, it isn't likely anyone's going to go near that place any time soon.

Plenty of things happened between the point of leaving the city and meeting Edgar, but if you asked him about it, he'd say something along the lines of 'shit happened, now I'm here, you want a fucking novel?'

There are also a few things he won't talk about. Such as where he got his knife, who his former friends were, how long he lived in the city, why he never takes his necklace off and why he even bothers wearing an ankh if it's the symbol of life and at this point, a bit of an ironic joke at his unwanted immortality.

He won't talk about the day he got cursed either, all that's really known are vague things Edgar's picked up on. Something bad happened, he did something he's not proud of and that's the extent he'll talk about it.

Family/animal companions: None to speak of. However, owls and other nocturnal animals seem to like him. Cats, however, do not and that kind of pisses him off.

Other:
-Slow reader
-Has ADD
-Bad at math
-Has been a demon for about four years
-Knows a fair bit about the world and how it works
-Most of his opinions are negative ones
-Terrified of ageing
-A little claustrophobic
-Great at fighting
-Has many basic survival skills

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Name: Edgar

Age: 18

Sex/Gender: cisgender Male

Sexuality: Panromantic demisexual

Species: Human

Eye Type: Bright

General appearance: Edgar is a short little mad scientist (nicknamed Shorty by Carter) with ruffled, dark hair flipped up a little at the sides. Just about everything he has seems oversized on him due to his height, a white lab coat that falls below his knees, a pair of boots that nearly reach his knees, long gloves that reach his elbows and a pair of goggles that often hide his eyes.

He's almost never seen without his scarf, an old orange-striped monstrosity that's always getting caught on things (something that pisses Carter off because Edgar refuses to ditch it).

If you were to take off his goggles, he'd have deep dark rings under his eyes, and if you pulled down his scarf you'd find a scar just left of his chin below his cheek.

He tends to look younger than he is and is often mistaken for the wrong age because of it and not taken seriously unless he proves himself.

He has sharp little teeth for a human that often creep people out a little but he doesn't seem to notice. He's not exactly muscular or strong but he can be rather fast if need be.

Personality: Edgar is a bit... strange. He often can't speak his mind as clearly as he would like to, and his sentences turn out choppy and blunt because of it. Inwardly his thoughts can be pretty articulate, but outwardly he seems sharp and impatient. Rewording phrases can confuse him and people who talk too fast tend to cause him to zone out a little. He's usually thinking about something else anyway, like solving a current problem he's having, but often doesn't say outloud what he's doing, leading to people to believe he's uncaring when he's really just trying to think so he can move on to the next step.

Everything is in steps to him. He plans things out three times before he goes through with a plan so he knows it'll work. He can't stand not knowing something and is always trying to find solutions and answers. He doesn't know much about socializing and isn't very good at it, but he really does try. He's just uncomfortable around people, even if he does want to help them.

He's a bit of an introvert and can often seem mysterious because of his usually quiet nature. He doesn't react the way most people expect to things and often has his own way of stating something.

He hates thunder and rain and though he's fine with small fires, the second it gets as large as, say, a bonfire or bigger, he can't be anywhere near it. He also doesn't know how to swim but that hasn't exactly come up yet.

He tries really hard to relate to people but finds it difficult and often gives up in trying to talk to someone if he's getting frustrated. If his point isn't getting across he'll just go through with the plan anyway, ignoring everyone else, which can make him seem inconsiderate when really he's just not being understood.

He is almost positive that everyone who joins him will eventually leave, but he feels that if he makes the Cure, they'll all come back in the end. He doesn't feel useful most of the time and tries to compensate with inventions and, of course, the Cure.

Special Object: Edgar owns an orange-striped scarf that he insists on wearing all the time. It covers half his face and that, combined with his goggles, makes his expressions near impossible to read. Carter can't stand the scarf but that doesn't stop Edgar from wearing it day and night. He rarely takes it off and if he does it's never for long. It seems to hold some sort of sentimental value but he never talks about it.

History: Edgar was found in a lab somewhere in the middle of nowhere, near a strange old house where it was rumoured a dark-eyed man was raising monsters. Edgar grew up in the lab apparently, but as far as Carter knows he was alone. No say on what happened to his family, if he had any siblings, why he was there alone, how long he was alone for, etc. He never brings it up. All that is known is that he was alone with his cat, working on the Cure for a number of years until Carter stumbled upon him. His lab burned down shortly after the encounter for an unrelated, but also mysterious reason. He was too terrified to leave and stood staring at the door for a good ten minutes before Carter finally decided to pull him out. Apparently he'd never been outside before. Even the wind scared him at first.

Animal Companion: Edgar has a dwarf cat named Winston. A little stubby-legged black and orange-patched cat with short fur and bright eyes. He has short whiskers and clear, tiny claws. He isn't the best hunting cat in the world but he is extremely well-trained for passing Edgar what he needs, purring exactly when you need it most and welcoming everyone into the group. Odds are, if Winston doesn't like you then you're out of luck. He generally likes everyone.

Other:
-Ambidextrous
-Strange speech patterns
-Hates oranges but won't stop eating them
-Has attempted several 'controversial' experiments on monsters
-Extremely intelligent but lacks the ability to properly express himself
-Socially ignorant
-hisses at people occasionally
-Memory is eidetic but only for things he reads

(I will update this post with NPCs and such when we have them)

Wayward --Interest Check

Welcome to the land of 'I finally posted the goddamned five-page OOC'

http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/83276-wayward/ooc

Enjoy, guys, it's time to start this thing.

Wayward

Introduction

Okay, so I get it. You're in the same boat. You think, oh yeah, let's just follow these guys around, they seem to know what they're doing.

Yeah well fuck off.

Okay, okay, it's not that we don't wanna help you or anything, it's just that you can't be trusted. Especially not around me. I don't care if you're human or what, I'm not anymore and it could get seriously complicated real fast.

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I've been informed that we are trying to help people and I need to stop scaring them off. Well ya could have told me that sooner, Edgar!

Alright, so we've gotten off on the wrong foot then. Hey! Don't think you can just run away now, listen, I'd rather you would but my friend seems adamant on helping people out (though I have no idea why) and he spotted you. Some lost, wayward soul trying to find their way, right? Yeah it's a whole lot of cliche bullshit about finding yourself and frankly, I don't need to hear the story. You just want help, right? Well, that we can do. See, my friend, he's a scientist. Some would say mad, some would say.... eccentric, but the details don't matter. What does matter is that he's trying to find a cure.

For what? Why, for everything, of course.

Yeah I get how ridiculous that sounds but he's getting pretty close. He's got this potion, brings grass back to life if you pour it on the ground. Just *poof* and there it is. I know that's nothing human or... not human but--

Okay yeah, I see you've noticed the ears and fangs and claws and shit. What kind of dumbass angel decided to make demons look so goddamned.... typical. Whatever. Yeah, I'm a demon. Which, yes, means I was a human cursed by an angel, and no angels are not the glowy pretty things you're thinking of. Have you ever seen one up close? Six wings, two to cover its face, long spindly spider limbs, it can kill you with one look and they're fast as shit.

But my friend's human, so you know you can trust me 'cause I haven't killed him.

...Yeah flimsy promise, I know, but killing is kind of exhausting and I don't want to bother with it.

Anyway, we're trying to find this lab. Supposed to exist in some misty forest or whatever (who the hell builds a lab in a forest? Don't they know that cement can rot?). It's supposed to have all the supplies he needs to finish the Cure. If you're willing to stick around, we'll share it with you. No price, no catch, just two guys being friendly. Okay...just one guy being friendly and me going along with it because I really want that goddamned Cure.

So if you want to stick around, feel free, we've got food...more or less, and I've got a knife that can cut through anything (you see why I didn't mention that first), so even if you just want protection, all you gotta do is help us with food and shelter and you're set.

Deal? Let's face it, in this wasteland, this is the best you're gonna get. Unless you win a bet with a faerie and, just being realistic, you won't. Ever. So come on. What do you even have left to lose?

I'm Carter by the way. From the city a few miles back, and if you know what kind of a mess that place is, you'd trust me when I say I know what people in this place are capable of. Best it be us and not some nutcase who wants to enslave you or use you or kill you, right?

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Demons

There are two kinds of demons in this world. The first are known as Eternal Demons. A bunch of pretentious bastards if you ask me but I digress. They're demons who have existed since, well, forever. They only appear when they want to be seen and their purpose is unknown. Most eternal demons have a single goal. It may be to see the future, to collect souls, to fuck with people, who even knows. They all seem to be on their own schedule, they're immortal, and are not to be messed with. They'll likely leave you alone if you leave them alone but I wouldn't get on their bad sides. They also tend to think of us (cursed demons) as lesser.

Which brings me to the next topic. Gods this is a lot to go on about. You bored yet? Well I don't care.

The second kind of demon is known as the 'cursed demon'. AKA, like me. A cursed demon is a former human who was cursed by an angel, and I'll get into angels in a second. But basically, the curses usually have something to do with... I guess whatever would fuck you over the most. I've seen people cursed so that everyone to fall in love with them will leave them, cursed with eternal sleep (what a shitty thing to do to a person), and, of course, my curse, which is that I can see people's 'auras'. That doesn't sound so bad, right? Wrong. If I meet their eyes, I can force a person to reveal their true form. In short, I turn people into monsters. Enjoy.

A lot of curses can't be dodged, but they're usually triggered by something. For me it's eye-contact. For others it may be touch, a certain set of words, dreams, anything really.

All demons also have yellow eyes. It's part of the 'package'. Yellow eyes, slitted pupils, claws, fangs, pointed ears (I saw this one kid with fucking deer-looking ears so apparently the degree of 'pointedness' is flexible. Wow that sounds stupid. I hate this world). Because of this we tend to have better hearing and night vision than humans, but we also look like walking freak-shows so there's that too.

That's all I got so far, I guess. Us demons, we kind of figure it out as we go. I do know one thing, though. It's a rumour, but it might be true. A curse can be lifted if you either kill the angel who cursed you, or make a deal with it.

There's also Edgar making the cure for everything so if I were to guess which of those three things is more likely to happen, I'd go with Edgar. Don't fuck with angels, it won't end well.

Cursed demons are also technically immortal. But it's... different. We can get hurt and we can't heal ourselves. We also age as normal so I don't know what's going to happen when I'm a century old but I don't want to know. Maybe they off us at some point. That would be... compassionate. I imagine if our bodies are entirely destroyed we might be gone for good, but I've heard stories about lingering ghost-like consciousnesses stuck somewhere between life and death, bodiless and aimless. Wonderful.

Oh and I don't exactly know why we get cursed either. I thought it was punishment and maybe it is? But I've seen perfectly innocent people with nasty curses and no reason they should have them. I'm starting to think angels are just dicks.

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Angels

Speaking of angels, if I were to describe one I would say not to picture the pretty little things they tell you about in stories. Because that ain't it. Angels are large humanoid beasts, lean with four to six wings, covered in eyes. They use one pair of wings to cover their faces, for if you saw an angel's face, it would literally burn you up. You'd melt on the spot in a pool of goo. When they come, think of what you'd expect from an Undertaker. They appear in a flash of light and before you can get away they freeze time, select a single person in a crowd, release the rest and keep that one person there. Then you're lifted up in a beam of light like some cliche alien abduction, and they strip you of your humanity.

They sound somewhere between a familiar song and a monstrous chant. They have long, spidery limbs and boney fingers. Some have extra legs, some extra arms, some missing fingers or toes, or with extra fingers or toes, I've heard some horror stories.

They're announced by the air temperature dropping suddenly, all the clouds clearing in the sky and a low vibration radiating through the ground. If that happens, leave. Don't look back, don't stop to help anyone, just get the fuck out of there, because that's your only chance.

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Humans

Alright now humans are a different story. Most people can fall under three categories: bright eyes, dull eyes and dark eyes. See, like demons, humans have glowy eyes. However they're usually greyish white, sometimes pale blue or greenish, but usually grey-white. The colours mean nothing, but the degree of how bright they are is everything.

A bright-eyed human is someone who's still got their fight. They haven't been broken by this world yet. They're still fighting and they're still untouched. Usually a person like this has a drive, but not an obsession. An obsession puts you up for failure and the second you realize your unrealistic goal, you lose your brightness. A bright-eyed person is working towards something but hasn't lost it yet. They haven't lost sight of themselves and they still have some idea of what they're doing. Bright-eyed people are the least risky to take on in our little group because they're unlikely to, well, compromise the goal.

A dull-eyed or faltering-eyed person is someone who's losing themselves. They're trying to hold on but they're losing their grasp. They may be on the verge for a while before it settles into light or dark, but someone with dull-eyes is still risky. They're uncertain and they're questioning who they are and what they're doing, where they'll go next.

And the finale, and riskiest person to take on, is a dark-eyed person. Their light has gone out entirely. They're not how they used to be, they're uncertain, confused and lost. Their spark is gone and they've lost the struggle they had when they were dull-eyed. These are people who fought this world and lost. It is possible to become a bright-eyes again but it's very difficult to do. It's a good thing demons can't go dark-eyed because we'd all be doomed if we could.

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Monsters

Ah, now the monsters. Monsters are corrupted beings, and they can be anything. I'm not sure how some monsters come to be, but I know I can turn both humans and demons into monsters if I meet their eyes, and the degree of 'nastiness' depends on how, well, corrupted the person is. Most monsters, whether I made them or not have one thing they want to do. Some are bent on killing, some want to enslave (these are often dark-eyed humans who became corrupted by a number of things. They succumb to the desire to complete one single task and can't break free of the prison they've made for themselves.) There are also monsters who only wish to humiliate or ridicule humanity, some who wish to force you to lose your spark, break you, etc. Some like torture.

I know, it's a real beautiful world out there, ain't it? Monsters come in all shapes and sizes, if something feels wrong, it probably is and you should leave.

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Magically Imbued Objects

Some objects in this world aren't what they seem. Magic objects can be any number of random things. It's mostly a natural occurrence but I have heard of people using magic before. Of course, I think it's bullshit but whatever.

Magically imbued objects range from a cart that pulls itself, rocks that fling themselves off cliffs, eternally floating feathers, a stick that grows one inch when you want it to (yeah most of this is pointless. Like what would you even do with that. Oooh look at me I have one extra inch of reach, I'm so special). It could also be something bigger, and sometimes it isn't even an object. There's a phenomena known as 'the mirror lake' in which a lake is a perfect surface, but rather than reflecting your direct appearance, it reflects what you need to see, what you want to see, what you truly are, or what others see you as. And there's no way to tell which is which because no one else can see your reflection, only you can. It's really annoying, stay away from those things.

Sometimes buildings are 'enchanted' too, it could be anything. This world is kind of insane.

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The World

Well, the world is kind of insane. It's a bit grey out here. Some objects have colour, mostly just if they're important. It's a weird thing that happens but important objects always seem to have more colours than unimportant objects. Usually they have something to do with a person, like Edgar's orange-striped scarf or my rose-coloured glasses. It all depends.

I'm going to say the world's fucked over in multiple different ways. Some places it's anarchy, some places have some loose government but there's no way to be certain of anything. From what I understand, everyone's on their own. The city, where I come from, was mostly run by kid-gangs and was more or less abandoned otherwise. I don't know if schools run anywhere else but they sure as hell didn't where I'm from. In some rural places I imagine they're mostly untouched by the gangs but cities tend to get taken over by teens or demons at some fucking point. Cults aren't uncommon, misinformation isn't uncommon, people being ignorant assholes isn't uncommon. It's all over the place.

The world's pretty broken down and what exists is only here because there aren't many people who bother enforcing laws that aren't just for their own town. Everywhere is different, customs are different, rules are different, reasons for running away are different. Paranoia isn't uncommon either, this place is full of morons in tinfoil telling us we're gonna be abducted into some bullshit spaceship somewhere--

--Okay so maybe it's not always that stereotypical but you know what I mean. Cults. Madness. It happens. I'm not saying good places don't exist, I'm just saying I haven't come across them. Edgar lived alone in a lab for four years and nobody gave a shit, treated him like a recluse even though he was just a kid. I don't know what you think of people, but my hopes are low.

Here's an idea. Tell ME where YOU came from because I don't know everything, quit expecting me to have all the answers.

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The Goal

So what we're trying to do here is get to this lab way the hell at, like, the other side of the world or somewhere else ridiculously far away so Edgar can make this magical Cure to fix everything.

Yes I know that sounds completely insane. Wanna know how desperate I am? Because that's how fucking desperate I am.

Hey if you can help him that would be great but I don't get any of this science stuff so I just keep the little bastard safe because who else is gonna do it?

Some people may have their own goals. We're all looking for something. For Edgar it's a cure. For me, it's, well, to get my curse lifted. I came across a kid searching for his heart once. His actual physical heart. It's insane out here.

But it doesn't matter what you're looking for. With the trek we're gonna have to make, odds are you'll find it with us. And if not, then we've still got that cure we're working towards so that's worth something, right?

Whatever, I don't care what you think. But Edgar still wants people to come. He says he could use help, which is saying something because he almost never admits that.

So whether you want to help or tag along, I don't give two shits either way. The main question here is, will you join?

I know we're nuts but we have to be, and I know you have to be to listen to our insane story for more than two seconds. So come on, what are you waiting for?

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The Rules

1) Swear all you like so long as it's in character and there is a point.
2) Don't fight OOC, I will kick you the hell out of here. Don't do it.
3) No god-modding/OP characters/doing anything to another character without permission.
3) Please post at least two paragraphs per character. The more the better, but don't drag anything out unnecessarily.
4) You can have as many characters as you like, so long as you can handle them. But I recommend no more than two unless you're certain you can do it.
5) Write: "Impossible reality' at the end of your post if you've read the rules.
6) Eternal demons, angels and monsters are NPCs (unless you wanted your character to turn into a monster via Carter, but there should be some plot discussion on something like that)
7) Don't leave people out entirely, try to include everyone and make an effort to interact.
8) Be as creative as you like, the world of Wayward is rather open, so if you have an idea, run it by me and we can probably figure something out.
9) If I ask you to provide more information on your character, please do so. I know the bio says you can leave stuff out, and you can, but if I ask please just PM me with the details, if I asked I probably just misunderstood something and am just trying to make sure it fits with the story, that's all.
10) Enjoy.

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Character Sheet

Name:

Age:

Sex/Gender:

Sexuality:

Species:

Eye Type:

(If Demon) Curse:

General appearance:

Personality:

Special Object (If any):

History (Can choose to reveal IC but give some basics):

Family/animal companions (if any):

Why did you decide to join the group/How did you join:

Other:

My Characters

Edgar (Coming soon)

Carter (Coming soon)

Wayward --Interest Check

Sweet, I'll try and get this started as soon as possible.