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Animorphs

Iikka Guiomar - Probably The Big Guy

What's your name?: Woah woah WOAH. That's kind of a personal question, and we aren't really supposed to tell anyone stuff like that. I can't tell you who I am, where I live, or who my friends are. It's too risky. For now, let's just say that my name is the answer to an ancient zen riddle, only heard in the rumble of thunder.

But you can call me Iikka.

How old are you?: I'm pretty sure I'm 16, ruling out the scenario of life being a hellish existential prison of misery known as a soap opera where everyone is 34 but is held indefinitely at the age of 22.

What do you look like?: I'm not showing you a picture because that might let you track me down somehow, but I suppose I can give you a vague physical description with a few lies thrown in to fool any quick sketch artists who might read this. I'm around 5' 8 feet tall, or 1.72 meters, and I weigh around 112 pounds or 50.8 kilograms. I'm pretty wiry, and I have long arms. I have pretty long, tawny-colored scraggly hair which I usually keep tied in a ponytail. I have golden-amber eyes, and my face is generally described as foxish.

Do you have any hobbies? Please feel free to discuss them here: Yep! I love reading and writing, along with acting. Stories, you know? I especially like myths and old legends; they just don't write stories like they used to, you know? Of course, since the whole invasion of the body-snatchers thing, I quit the writers and drama club. Really don't feel like getting hands on with a beautiful girl on stage only to have something slimy that's NOT a tongue put in my ear. These days, I mainly horde story ideas and journals in a secret drawer in my room. I also really like climbing on stuff. Hiking, rock-climbing, wall-climbing, tree-climbing, I love it. If you ever come into a room and I'm standing on top of something inappropriate, don't worry. That's normal.

Any dislikes?: I like to think I'm a pretty cool customer, but there are some things which really drive me up the wall, yeah. Mostly people, really. I don't like people who complain, for one thing. Even if they have a point, they should be doing something other than whining about it. I also don't like people who don't stand up for themselves. It's one thing if you're just a person who doesn't mind being insulted and can just walk away - that's fine. What I hate is people who get picked on, bullied, extorted, whatever, who don't ever grow a spine. If a person will bend over backwards and snap their own spine for a light breeze, they deserve it. I also don't like apologizers, and you'll never hear me say sorry for anything. And a bunch of other things.

But also, this one time, I was walking without my shoes on and my feet were all red, yeah? This girl comes by, looks at them, and then tells me I have poor blood circulation! Nerve! So then I slap her across the[This section has been redacted due to the foul and extremely inappropriate acts and words therein, which are not suitable for anyone to read ever. All parties involved acted in a supremely shameful fashion, being embarrassing as well as petty and spiteful. All 17 youths involved as well as the school superintendent and the nearby daycare supervisor performed 1,000 hours of local community service and attended group therapy for 12 weeks. Four restraining orders were issued between parties who shall remain unnamed, and no less than 9 new city ordinances have since been signed into law in response to these events]and that's also why we don't talk about paperweights anymore. I think that guy just has a duct tape collection now.

Tell me, what are your goals for the future? Both immediate and long-term.: Ah, the long term is a really easy one. Before I can plan to do anything else, I'd really like to do something about all these interstellar invasive species. Before that was a thing, I was pretty interested in writing. It's still my primary hobby, as a matter of fact, but I can't publish or write anything that might attract attention to me. In fact, I've gone to pretty extensive lengths to make everything I write for school as boring and nondescript as possible. When - if, really - this war is over, I'd really like to write a memoir about the ordeal. I'd make about half of it true and the other half brazen lies, and I'll bet you anything at least half those lies will become retroactively true in the eyes of history. Short-term, I think I'd like to go to a few hobby shops and pick up some new time-wasting obsessions. That might help give me a believable cover story for all those nights where I'm not home, and if I'm being honest I'm dead bored since quitting all my clubs and extracurriculars.

What's your home life like? Specifically, what is your relationship like with your parents?: Ugh. They barely even acknowledge my existence. For as long as I know, my parents have always given me the cold shoulder. The never talk to me - even that one time when I had to do all that community service, they didn't even care. Apparently it was like that even when I was little, from what I've heard from my friends' parents, they were always really hands off with me. Come to think of it, I've spent more time in my friends' houses than in mine, and more time with my friends parents than with mine. I have no idea what their problem is, and they deny everything whenever I confront them. Its only me they seem to be weird around, because they're pretty active in the community and have plenty of friends. They're well-liked, generally, although for no good reason in my opinion. Honestly, I'm looking forward to college just so I can get away from them forever.

Siblings?: None, and I've never gotten around to asking whether that was a decision of theirs or what.

What's your favorite animal, and why?: Definitely centipedes, no contest. Not those twittery little house centipedes, I mean the really BIG ones like Scolapendras. They can eat pretty much anything, are venomous, and are apex predators as far as slimy crawling things go. Also, the really big ones can be really, really pretty to look at. I even have one as a pet! His name is Mot, he's around a foot long (!), and I feed it mealworms, mostly. I keep it in a terrarium in my closet - I don't like talking about him to others, because I don't want anybody drawing any realizations between freakishly large, displaced centipede species running around outside and people in the city who keep centipedes as pets.

Favorite color?: I would have to say orange! It has a striking, bold quality to it, but its not a common color and you don't see it too often.

You wake up late one night to discover that your house is burning down. What do you do?: First, check to see if my parents are trapped by the flames or something to that effect. Once I am absolutely positive they are, I would probably run away and live on the streets after watching the house burn down with them in it!

I mean, I'd call the fire department, but I don't think I'd actually go so far as to try and save them.

We have a rocky history, ok?

Finally, a tricky one; which came first, the chicken or the egg?: This is such a bullshit question. Chickens are a domesticated species like dogs, horses, models, and cows. Plus, with evolutionary trends and ecological demographics being what they are, even when the original chicken or its stupid egg were recognizable as modern chicken, and since evolution acts upon individuals across a whole species there was probably no clearly defined transition. Then there are multiple kinds of chicken and specific breeds of them and all kinds of other crap, not to mention all kinds of modern human tinkering with chicken genes.

But I suppose, given that you need at least one rooster at some point in time in order for a chicken to even lay eggs at all, that would imply two very chicken-like birds fertilizing an egg somewhere way in the past which gave rise to the first chicken. So egg, I guess.

Possible Preexisting Relationships

Mario Russo: He's just kind of there, I guess. His head is securely attached to his shoulders at any rate. The Eagle Scout thing, though? Pft. What a joke. I could probably stand sharing a flat with him, but I am in no hurry to get to know him any better.

Maxine Jackson: That ditz who looks like she got attacked by a bunch of kindergartners armed with Do-A-Dot markers? If I ever have to talk to her again it will be too soon. I still want back the hours of my life wasted by having to work on group projects with her. This one time, she went right into liffdoff mode and productivity committed suicide like some frathole mixing pills with alcohol. I have seriously considered giving her a piece of my mind, and I may just yet if I ever need to talk to her again for more than twelve minutes.

Jason Bertrand: I like him! Jason is an entirely self-made guy, yeah? Comes from a poor background, and I think his family is the only one I know of that's more messed up than mine, but he's pretty well off anyway. He's already got some good work prospects and everything. He's a guy who is in total control of his life, and I can respect that. It's kind of a shame he might just wind up some no-name welder or pipe-layer or whatever though - its people like him who should be given the important, responsible jobs. Wait. Did I actually just say that aloud? Wow, that got a little creepy there. What I mean is that he deserves more than what he's likely to get. Yeah, that sounds better.

Olivia Baker: There's a girl who doesn't like putting up with stupid people and the stupid things they say, which is refreshing. She's made a lot of enemies with that mouth of hers, which I approve of on principle. A lot of people - not just the ones who hate her guts - think she's not actually all that bright, and in their defense, she does come across as kind of an air head, if you ever listen to her talk for long enough. Seems disaffected, you know? I don't really know her all that well, and I'm ok with that.

Animorphs RP

Profile up!

And yeah, a picture isn't going to be possible. I really don't like trying to best-fit a character to what's available for use online - if I wanted to do that, I'd base a character off a picture. If I could draw, I'd at least try and make a realistic-looking outline drawing, but I can't. :(

Iikka Guiomar - Probably The Big Guy

What's your name?: Woah woah WOAH. That's kind of a personal question, and we aren't really supposed to tell anyone stuff like that. I can't tell you who I am, where I live, or who my friends are. It's too risky. For now, let's just say that my name is the answer to an ancient zen riddle, only heard in the rumble of thunder.

But you can call me Iikka.

How old are you?: I'm pretty sure I'm 16, ruling out the scenario of life being a hellish existential prison of misery known as a soap opera where everyone is 34 but is held indefinitely at the age of 22.

What do you look like?: I'm not showing you a picture because that might let you track me down somehow, but I suppose I can give you a vague physical description with a few lies thrown in to fool any quick sketch artists who might read this. I'm around 5' 8 feet tall, or 1.72 meters, and I weigh around 112 pounds or 50.8 kilograms. I'm pretty wiry, and I have long arms. I have pretty long, tawny-colored scraggly hair which I usually keep tied in a ponytail. I have golden-amber eyes, and my face is generally described as foxish.

Do you have any hobbies? Please feel free to discuss them here: Yep! I love reading and writing, along with acting. Stories, you know? I especially like myths and old legends; they just don't write stories like they used to, you know? Of course, since the whole invasion of the body-snatchers thing, I quit the writers and drama club. Really don't feel like getting hands on with a beautiful girl on stage only to have something slimy that's NOT a tongue put in my ear. These days, I mainly horde story ideas and journals in a secret drawer in my room. I also really like climbing on stuff. Hiking, rock-climbing, wall-climbing, tree-climbing, I love it. If you ever come into a room and I'm standing on top of something inappropriate, don't worry. That's normal.

Any dislikes?: I like to think I'm a pretty cool customer, but there are some things which really drive me up the wall, yeah. Mostly people, really. I don't like people who complain, for one thing. Even if they have a point, they should be doing something other than whining about it. I also don't like people who don't stand up for themselves. It's one thing if you're just a person who doesn't mind being insulted and can just walk away - that's fine. What I hate is people who get picked on, bullied, extorted, whatever, who don't ever grow a spine. If a person will bend over backwards and snap their own spine for a light breeze, they deserve it. I also don't like apologizers, and you'll never hear me say sorry for anything. And a bunch of other things.

But also, this one time, I was walking without my shoes on and my feet were all red, yeah? This girl comes by, looks at them, and then tells me I have poor blood circulation! Nerve! So then I slap her across the[This section has been redacted due to the foul and extremely inappropriate acts and words therein, which are not suitable for anyone to read ever. All parties involved acted in a supremely shameful fashion, being embarrassing as well as petty and spiteful. All 17 youths involved as well as the school superintendent and the nearby daycare supervisor performed 1,000 hours of local community service and attended group therapy for 12 weeks. Four restraining orders were issued between parties who shall remain unnamed, and no less than 9 new city ordinances have since been signed into law in response to these events]and that's also why we don't talk about paperweights anymore. I think that guy just has a duct tape collection now.

Tell me, what are your goals for the future? Both immediate and long-term.: Ah, the long term is a really easy one. Before I can plan to do anything else, I'd really like to do something about all these interstellar invasive species. Before that was a thing, I was pretty interested in writing. It's still my primary hobby, as a matter of fact, but I can't publish or write anything that might attract attention to me. In fact, I've gone to pretty extensive lengths to make everything I write for school as boring and nondescript as possible. When - if, really - this war is over, I'd really like to write a memoir about the ordeal. I'd make about half of it true and the other half brazen lies, and I'll bet you anything at least half those lies will become retroactively true in the eyes of history. Short-term, I think I'd like to go to a few hobby shops and pick up some new time-wasting obsessions. That might help give me a believable cover story for all those nights where I'm not home, and if I'm being honest I'm dead bored since quitting all my clubs and extracurriculars.

What's your home life like? Specifically, what is your relationship like with your parents?: Ugh. They barely even acknowledge my existence. For as long as I know, my parents have always given me the cold shoulder. The never talk to me - even that one time when I had to do all that community service, they didn't even care. Apparently it was like that even when I was little, from what I've heard from my friends' parents, they were always really hands off with me. Come to think of it, I've spent more time in my friends' houses than in mine, and more time with my friends parents than with mine. I have no idea what their problem is, and they deny everything whenever I confront them. Its only me they seem to be weird around, because they're pretty active in the community and have plenty of friends. They're well-liked, generally, although for no good reason in my opinion. Honestly, I'm looking forward to college just so I can get away from them forever.

Siblings?: None, and I've never gotten around to asking whether that was a decision of theirs or what.

What's your favorite animal, and why?: Definitely centipedes, no contest. Not those twittery little house centipedes, I mean the really BIG ones like Scolapendras. They can eat pretty much anything, are venomous, and are apex predators as far as slimy crawling things go. Also, the really big ones can be really, really pretty to look at. I even have one as a pet! His name is Mot, he's around a foot long (!), and I feed it mealworms, mostly. I keep it in a terrarium in my closet - I don't like talking about him to others, because I don't want anybody drawing any realizations between freakishly large, displaced centipede species running around outside and people in the city who keep centipedes as pets.

Favorite color?: I would have to say orange! It has a striking, bold quality to it, but its not a common color and you don't see it too often.

You wake up late one night to discover that your house is burning down. What do you do?: First, check to see if my parents are trapped by the flames or something to that effect. Once I am absolutely positive they are, I would probably run away and live on the streets after watching the house burn down with them in it!

I mean, I'd call the fire department, but I don't think I'd actually go so far as to try and save them.

We have a rocky history, ok?

Finally, a tricky one; which came first, the chicken or the egg?: This is such a bullshit question. Chickens are a domesticated species like dogs, horses, models, and cows. Plus, with evolutionary trends and ecological demographics being what they are, even when the original chicken or its stupid egg were recognizable as modern chicken, and since evolution acts upon individuals across a whole species there was probably no clearly defined transition. Then there are multiple kinds of chicken and specific breeds of them and all kinds of other crap, not to mention all kinds of modern human tinkering with chicken genes.

But I suppose, given that you need at least one rooster at some point in time in order for a chicken to even lay eggs at all, that would imply two very chicken-like birds fertilizing an egg somewhere way in the past which gave rise to the first chicken. So egg, I guess.

Animorphs RP

Interested.

Sburb: Glitched Temporal Continuum (Human Session)

Well, most of it really. The problem is that the writer wrote in absolute statements.

Text Dump

Maids can be violent without their friends being hurt (Aradia beat Vriska for revenge towards a personal slight, and Equius because he took advantage of her trust), and they aren't selfless (Aradia spends almost no time tending to others). Princes do not explicitly hate being wrong (Dirk is upfront about his mistakes, and while Eridan wasn't and tended to forget about them, he admits to most of the mistakes he was accused of) and do not inherently hate their aspect (Dirk is extremely strong-willed and manifests multiple selves which, although he conflicts with, eventually comes to terms with. Eridan went on a murder spree because he thought there was no hope left and because he felt everyone had turned against him, not because he disliked everyone else's efforts). Seers are not idealistic, and do not necessarily distance themselves from others (Terezi is cynical and highly involved with others). They do not always value their aspect (Rose has no particular affiliation or opinion regarding fortune, even after god tiering, until long after the fact and living with it for three years). Slyphs are not lonely by choice (Kanaya initiated the exchange between herself and Rose, directly saying she wished they could be friends, and tried to get Vriska's attention for years). Pages are not not optimistic or idealistic (Horuss was projecting a facade because of his new relationship with Meulin, and is shown to dislike being so mindnumbingly positive all the time), they don't necessarily always work well with others (Jake. Just Jake), and they don't generally share their aspect with others (Horuss turned his aspect in on himself without extending its effects to others). Knights are not necessarily strong mentally (Dave is the most susceptible to exile commands out of all the alpha kids and is often confused or expresses dismay over complicated mechanics), and Time is not associated with money (with only Dave ever exploiting the aspect for that purpose). There is no known of roll fulfillment for the Blood aspect's god tier (and ectobiology is not associated with the Blood aspect).

The rest of the information in the classes section and basically all of the aspects section cannot be either validated or disproven because, again, almost nothing is known about them.

Really, it seems like the writer took the most prominent displays of behavior between characters of certain classes and generalized those behaviors as universal across all instances. They don't leave any wiggle room, and so there's contradictions. Class and aspect do not define the character, they are /assigned/ to the character based on fit.

Sburb: Glitched Temporal Continuum (Human Session)

Yes, but with citation.

And that aside: Despite what both sites say, there's a lot about the classes and aspects we simply don't know anything about - including the canon ones. That's why I think the wiki is more valuable. At least there, they admit that they are working with limited information and knowledge. On the page you linked to in Gigapause, they simply give a flat statement which is presumed to be true - and, in several instances, is directly contradicted in canon.

Either site is helpful to pull ideas from for inspiration or to use as guidelines, but we shouldn't be too strict about mechanics we know almost literally nothing definite about.

Sburb: Glitched Temporal Continuum (Human Session)

Here is another, less speculative site on classes and titles.

http://mspaintadventures.wikia.com/wiki/Class
http://mspaintadventures.wikia.com/wiki/Aspect

Sburb: Glitched Temporal Continuum (Human Session)

We could use the actual pesterchum program from the link in the second post.

It's user-friendly, and stores multiple logs of each conversation - in BBcode and uncoded, etcetera - so entire conversations can be copied and pasted directly onto the forum.

Sburb: Glitched Temporal Continuum (Human Session)

Since all our profiles are finished, should we discuss meetings/pesterlogs, or should we just let that happen as seems appropriate IC?

Sburb: Glitched Temporal Continuum (Human Session)

A young man stands in his bedroom. Due to the number of electrical appliances, jumbled wiring, and fire hazards littered about the place it would not be unreasonable to surmise that his demise by means of an electrical fire is imminent. Never has youth been more clearly wasted on the young than in this instance. Fittingly, although the young man has a name, it has yet to be committed to memory. Although his importance is likely to be fleeting and trivial, we shall determine his name for posterity.



Now, what was his name again?

> Enter Name. said Workshaft Whippingboy

The young man implicates via a crude verbal retort that you are an ass. He looks none too pleased. Let's try that again.

> Enter Name. said Egil Husch

Well the name is right, but Egil still looks pretty miffed. You guess he's just particularly irritable.

> Examine Room; Abruptly Shift Narration to the Second Person.



Your name is EGIL HUSCH, You are fourteen years old, and as fourteen year olds are like to have, you possess a variety of INTERESTS. First and foremost, you deliberately go out of your way to surround yourself with as many ELECTROCUTION HAZARDS as possible, largely because of how much you get a kick out of receiving electrical shocks. Due to the numerous electrical appliances and haphazard arrangement of power cords, surge protectors, AC nodes, backup generators, and power strips lying around, your house is basically a SUPER-COMBUSTIBLE DEATHTRAP. You are a fairly handy TINKERER due to having to operate and maintain so many appliances, and you also have a knack for HARDWARE CRAFTING. You have interest and knowledge, if no real skill, in BLACKSMITHING. You are the proud owner of a collection of LIGHTNING RODS, many of which you made yourself, and you often bring them with you on your STORM-CHASING outings when you try to be STRUCK BY LIGHTNING (again). Although you hardly consider yourself a connoisseur, you also enjoy reading SCIENCE FICTION, and you have a pretty robust knowledge of PHYSICS.

> Snort like a bull and work the shaft of a lightning rod.

That is the best idea you have had all day. Aside from the bit about snorting. Serendiptiously, there is a big storm brewing outside, but the angry gray clouds refuse to unleash their burden. Even if they were, there is a large, infuriatingly positioned gap in the clouds DIRECTLY ABOVE your home! You would have to drive away from the house in order to reach a decent catching point. Although patience is not characteristic for you, you have nonetheless decided to allow the storm to come to you - because today is a special day - the release of the highly touted SBurb beta - and you intend to do nothing but play it for the rest of the day, once it arrives. There will be other stormfronts you can chase in the future, especially ones that don't piss you off by forming a hole directly over your head.

The primitive electric-alarm you have rigged to the mailbox hasn't gone off though, so it appears you have some time to kill.

> Captchalogue Lightning Rod.

You do so, and sort it to a random card using your ELECTRON MODUS. Retrieving the rod will be like winning the lottery because of all the clutter of items in your sylladex also randomly sorted. Its safer than having it sorted to an observable card though, since upon retrieval it would have a random exit velocity. You have no pressing need (yet) to start throwing lightning rods around like spears.

> Retrieve Random Item.



This...This is completely revolting. No death would be too cruel an escape at this moment. These must belong to your FATHER, and for the life of you, you cannot remember why you sorted it into a random card. There is no circumstance where you would ever want to hold these writhing, slimy things.

You go ahead and sort them into an observed card. Next time you see your GUARDIAN, you will serve him a return to sender.

You have wasted enough of your time humoring these strange and upsetting urges. You hop onto your computer to do some browsing.



Adad is a browser for people who do not value their material possessions. It has processing power to spare, but it suffers from a number of bugs that shortens the battery life of whatever device its on, and in rare instances can actually cause motherboards to short circuit, causing electrical fires due to an infinite, looping system error in the code. You find that you don't mind terribly, since your computers dying in a glorious conflagration every six months gives you an excuse to replace them with something new. Now that you think about it though, you don't think you'll be doing any browsing today - no sense in poisoning your hardware right before using it to go on a gaming binge. Perhaps you'll check pesterchum and see if any of your friends are online.