CHUMROLL: You are the Human. It is you.

[inexplicableSigns]

So hey guys I'm apparently incapable of making a normal profile right now so you have to deal with this bullshit instead

[Fishman]

Derse isn't grimdark

[inexplicableSigns]

Bad phrasing on my behalf. I meant she finds it stupidgrimdark, not that it is stupidgrimdark.
... wait no that's exactly what I put.
Also I mean more the "Horrorterror Whispers" and the "Derse Monarchy are the bad guys" things than the beautiful purple city, obviously that isn't grimdark at all.

[Fishman]

k

[potatato]

>Be the one oh fuck can't think of something creative

Your name is DAN CARNEY you are 13 YEARS OLD. You enjoy many things such as FIGURINES AND OTHER ITEMS OF VALUE FOR COLLECTION, DIGITALIZED GAMES, PERUSING COMEDIC BOOKS, and DRAWING though you are not the best at it. Things you cannot stand however are INSECTS, WORMS, or ARACHNIDS especially scorpions. This is mixed with some irony considering the fact that your LEGAL GUARDIAN, your UNCLE is a world renown ETYMOLOGIST. You also really do not like messing around with COMPUTERS OF ANY SORT, they sort of PICKLE YOU...PICKLED. Your chumhandle is imperfectGeneticist and your STRIFE SPECIBUS is umbrellakind. If you were to play SBURB your title would be the BANE OF BLISS and your land would be The Land of Maps and Ink.

[Fili]

your name is LENNY BITHAP. Well it used to be, it might not be anymore, but you will use it anyway. On any normal day you would be sitting on the edge of your bed doing curls with your DUMBBELLS, you would go on about how you love those weights of yours. You might even go on about how you love your AX, or how you hate having a bunch of scary PLUSHIES cover your room.

Unfortunately, you haven't had a normal day for some time, not since you started that game. The ISLAND you lived on is all but completely broken up into the sea, along with most everything you loved and or hated. Unfortunately that includes you. Yes, your are unfortunately dead, done in by a hunk of SPACE DEBRIS. The result of playing Sburb, or sort of playing it, your server never got to you. Heck, most of the team didn't make it to the medium you don't think. A GLORIOUS FAILURE. There were a couple accounts of shenanigans before your untimely demise, but nothing worth mentioning really. I mean, do you really want to talk about why you gouged out your own EYE? Your reasoning was horrible and you know it.

When you were alive you used to like to EXERCISE. You had all the weights you could want. You would also work on your FITNESS with less conventional means, like doing manual labor around the island. It had gotten you pretty buff when you were still alive, or at least relatively strong. unfortunately it won't do you much good in the afterlife, or at least you don't think all that MUSCLE will do any good in the after life; you haven't been dead long enough to tell. You also happened to be quite the POOL SHARK when you were living, maybe you can play a game with something to be granted a new body? It is unlikely but a GHOST can dream.

You had some other HOBBIES, but why mention them? You didn't even tell people about them when you were alive, and it isn't like they can do you much good now.

Your personality hasn't changed much since you died, not yet at least. Your still STUBBORN, you still can't help but be TRUSTING of everyone you meet, and you still can't stop from being as GULLIBLE as one can get. None of them are really good traits, but you doubt you will have very much social contact from now on so what does it matter?

What you don't remember when you were alive are the VOICES that you sometimes hear, or the WEIRD THINGS you sometimes see when you try to sleep... Well your not sure if it SLEEP but you will have to call it that anyway. These images are only an occasional thing, but they are disturbing, and you hate them and they are the worst part about being dead. ((Besides the whole NOT LIVING thing))

Your chumhandle is Rarely Kneaded and you talk in an ugly ass brown color, but there really isn't much more to say about your typing style. {+}_{~}

Your Specibus was pickaxKnd, and you used to use the Pedometer modus. Your not sure if you need to bother with this type of stuff any more though.

Your land was going to be that of caves and frogs, and your title was going to be the, "phantom of space." If you knew that you would probably think it pretty ironic considering your current situation.

[Toastums]

Your name is ALIZA HUNT. You consider yourself to be prolific in the MELODIC ARTS, as well as quite the BREAKFAST AFICIONADO if you do say so yourself. You collect a VARIETY OF OBJECTS, most of which have no IMMEDIATE USE OR MEANING to you presently. You just like having them. You also find IMMENSE ENJOYMENT in SEWING and use this skill to create VARIOUS COSTUMES for use when you eventually MAKE IT BIG IN SHOW BUSINESS because it's just a matter of time, really.

Your chumhandle is toastedVirtuoso, and you speak in a manner which might seem a little OSTENTATIOUS for someone of your standing. Upon entering the medium, you are destined to become the SONGSTRESS OF BUTTER in the LAND OF BREAD AND TOASTERS and you will find the QUARTERSTAFFKIND strife specibus quite handy when you ACCIDENTALLY BREAK your favorite MICROPHONE STAND. You will also find your Kernelsprite to be EXTENSIVELY ANNOYING due to a BOTCHED PROTOTYPING with a GIANT KOBE BRYANT WAX REPLICA and YOUR FAVORITE DRESSMAKER MANNEQUIN, but you are unaware of all these things since your session has yet to begin...

[Arcc]

>Be the shameless self-insert fellow with the freaky eyes and the kung fu.

Your name is ROB BOWMAN. You have a wide variety of interests which occupy your time rather thoroughly. You have a significant interest in MYTHS and LEGENDS, which has resulted in your room being filled with stacks of books in languages you can't even read. Your desk is covered with ULTRAMAFIC SOUVENIRS from your fieldwork in the study of geologic history. It has recently collapsed under their weight. For the better part of your life you've lived alone. . . but only by the technical definition of LIVING. Along with your house and your name, you inherited a bit of a POLTERGEIST INFESTATION at a very young age. Specifically, you've got a HAUNTED SUIT OF ARMOR as a housemate. You can never usually tell what it's thinking or why it does the things it does, but you get on pretty well. You have never beaten it at UNO, to be sure.

You are wearing a UTILITY VEST loaded with more MULTIFACETED TOOLS and ARCANE IMPLEMENTS than you could possibly have a use for. It is synchonized to your Sylladex's VEST MODUS, which can be cumbersome to use but was cheap and came with more sylladex cards than the other modi you saw at the store. You also consistently wear a unique pair of tinted lenses that protect your extremely PHOTOSENSITIVE EYES at all hours of the day. You are an aficionado and acceptably skilled practitioner of several CHINESE MARTIAL ARTS, for none of which anybody can seem to agree upon the proper SPELLING. In conjunction with your BOOTKIND specibus, you can use these to KICK PEOPLE IN THE HEAD, but your generally pacifistic perspective discourages this.

You have a knack for LUCID DREAMING, but you often suppress this deliberately. Had you ever stopped to ask questions about the place you so frequently traveled to in dreams, you would be able to identify it as DERSE. As it stands, you are not so much awakened as sort of sleepwalking. To try to predict what sort of MYTHIC TITLE and LAND OF ADVENTURE you might be handed by your SBURBAN DESTINY would, of course, be downright presumptuous, especially since you don't even know what any of that is yet. But since you are presently being played in a CERTAIN RP, this increasingly tangential BLOCK OF TEXT might see some updating yet.

Your chumhandle is archaicReplica, and you consider yourself to be a considerate, if terribly excellent fellow. It is only mid-morning, but the sun is already high in the sky and the ambient temperature has joined it for tea. What will you do next?

[misterFanboy]

We totally need a Chumroll cafe.
bro.
roof. now.
make the chumroll cafe.

[Fishman]

We totally need a Chumroll cafe.
bro.
roof. now.
make the chumroll cafe.

no matter how many times it's suggested

there are some things that will always be bad ideas

this is one of them

[misterFanboy]

i dont see why its a bad idea?

[Fishman]

i dont see why its a bad idea?

where does john live

where does rose live

where does dave live

where does jade live

john, rose, and dave live in three very distant cities in the US

jade lives on an island in the south pacific ocean

they talk to eachother on the internet for this very reason

while troll location ambiguity can be looked the other way on because we have no idea what the geography is like, earth is a very real planet with very real places for people to live

'trollslum cafe' is a magically-centralized location for attention-desperate characters to flock to and force others to mingle with them, and that barely makes enough sense as it is. here on very real earth, plane tickets are expensive and i think kids have better things to spend their money on than to fly to a 'cafe' filled with similarly-attention-desperate awkward teenagers

[misterFanboy]

oh.
now that you mention it...
yeah its a bad idea.
also troll!scottpilgrim=awesomeness

[Fishman]

oh.
now that you mention it...
yeah its a bad idea.
also troll!scottpilgrim=awesomeness

Click

It's actually my troll but that's irrelevant.

I'll be redoing this thread in the same fashion as Thunder Reign in the next few days and for similar reasons-- cleric of zeal is very much gone and has been for a long time.

[tonightsEntertainment]

We totally need a Chumroll cafe.
bro.
roof. now.
make the chumroll cafe.

I am very tempted to make a Chumroll Cafe. Should it happen?

no.

WHat? And why the hell not? No BIG LETTERS, give a reason, aaa.

trollslum cafe was a good idea. a great idea. a place to test out your characters.

it quickly devolved into a "who could be the biggest badass/attention whore" contest that often happens with open rp which completely ruined the original atmosphere it was going for and made it hard for newer players to come in. either they'd find no place to fit into the apparent overarching storyline or just didn't want to involve their characters in that mess.

i'm going to make a fairly decent guess and say that chumroll is more densely populated by self-inserts than trollslum. it kind of pains me to say this, but there are plenty of roleplayers out there who jump into their characters just a little bit too far, starting fights to defend their character's honor and engaging in fights to win (or at least lose by a thread). i've seen it in the troll cafe, there's no doubt in my mind that it'll happen in a similar thread.

you might say that trolls are inherently a violent race. well, they're also inherently reclusive, and that's not stopping them from going to a cafe that would probably never exist in the canon. mind you, i'm not saying that the trollslum cafe should go away because it doesn't make sense, i'm saying it is still having trouble with the "no fights" rule by the 5th thread, and that is a big problem.

there we go, no big letters, aaa.


tl;dr,

The cafe is a cesspool and a chumroll cafe wouldn't even get any traffic.

and

You could just

Make an IRC

And pretend it's a cafe

let me tack on that there's less than 100 forum-documented fanhumans and over 1500 forum-documented fantrolls.

[ZDG]

That thread was made after all, and it lasted two days.
Now if you still want to do one, don't expect it to live any longer.

[Tluthal]

> Be the cute girl

Your name is Stav deValko and you are 15 years old. You have been confined to your grandmother's basement - your bedroom - for the past ten years, because you are a hemophiliac.

Your twin brother, Shane, visits you often, but since he attends school like a regular person you don't get to see much of him. To keep your mind occupied, you often READ, DRAW, and occasionally PLAY GAMES. Mostly, though, you talk to people with your clunky old computer.

You frequently spend the summer with your distant "cousin" Lorelei and her grandfather.

Your chumhandle is bibliognosticGamin and s0m3 0f y0ur k3ys are missing.

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Name: Stav deValko
Tag: bibliognosticGamin
Color: #00d5a3
Symbol: Silver
Age: 15
Land: Bronze and Roses
Title: Thief of Blood
Dreamself: Prospit
Strife Specibus: None
Fetch Modus: None

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Edit: So apparently I am still a spacy moron and combined two thoughts up there in the profile. Problem has been corrected now. WHOOPS!

[TFM-TheFreeMan]

Your name is Joe smith, Your room is currently under contruction, hence the lack of things.
You have a variety of interests including...
You have most of the valve games on your DESKTOP that is currently in storage and also view various WEBCOMICS such as mspaintadventures. You also are sometimes terrified by CLOWNS but you usually just walk away from them instead of punching it. You also like to Write some stories but they are usually terrible in your thought. You like to sometimes surf the web on your Nintendo Gamestation thingy or whatever.Your Chumhandle is 'virtualpen' Hence you liking to write on your computer since you have terrible handwriting.
You live in the land of darkness and Ink, Your God Tier Costume will be decided later.
You also have some missing keys from your key board so you replace them with numb3rs sometimes.
You are right now Chillin' in your room, what do you do?

I kinda aimed for me.

[gnarledÆons]

Name: Shane Riktor
Title: Poet of Chaos
Land: Land of Subways and Leaves (LOSAL)
Chumhandle: [GA] gnarledÆons
Color: Green, of course.
Moon: Derse
Element: Physics
Consorts: Butterflies
Sprite: Dog + Misfits CD = JackalSprite.
Guardian: Sister
Modus: You switch whimsically between: BackpackKind, PocketKind (just hope that nothing has rearranged itself during travel like it tends to do with both these moduses), and WalletKind.
Strife Specibus: BladeKind, LighterKind, FistKind
“Your name is SHANE RIKTOR. You are 19 years old. It is not your birthday and wont be for quite a little while now. You have quite a number of INTEREST.. So many that you are not entirely sure you could call them all to mind at the drop of a hat like this. This aside there are a few INTERESTS that you wish to share with these nosy people. You are a brilliant young mind in the field of THEORETICAL PHYSICS, you enjoy riding your MOTORCYCLE, practicing with your HOME-FORGED BLADES, listening to LOTS OF REALLY GNARLY PUNKROCK, participating in your friend's FIGHT CLUB, playing N64, preaching YOUR OWN FORM OF PACIFISM, and HANGING WITH YOUR PALLS. You are kind of STUBBORN, EGOCENTRIC, IDEALISTIC, WHIMSICAL, and far too CURIOUS for your own good.. Some call you a HYPOCRITE too, but they are fools. You swear you are actually a NICE GUY besides how you look.
You ære prone to write in æ strænge, usuælly longwinded, tængentiæl, yet græmmæticælly correct fæshion.
What will you do?"

[TFM-TheFreeMan]

You decide to get your Weapon ready incase of any 'vistors'

[Gutter]

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Right.
I have four kids, they'll probably have their own session someday.
They are all really bluh and have shitlong descriptions and are probably huge Mary-sue's, but oh well.


#1: Cain Roberts

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>Be the haemophiliac.

Now that is just rude.
You have long since gotten over that issue and you really DON'T LIKE TO TALK ABOUT IT.

> Fine, be the roller-blading kid.



Okay.

Your name is CAIN ROBERTS. You are fifteen years old, and that is often quite a problem. Your PARENTS don't really look after you and are never really around, a fact that enrages and upsets some of your friends, even though you have grown used to it. Being only fifteen, you are unable to get a PROPER JOB, which is a pain, as you generally have to FEND FOR YOURSELF and this means BUYING YOUR OWN FOOD.

As such, you have three PAPER ROUNDS. You also walk your elderly neighbour's LARGE DOG, a job made infinitely easier by your ROLLERBLADEKIND.

You did have another strife specibus once, but you stopped using that after the ACCIDENT two years ago. Rollerblades are just fine, even if you are better at using them to GO VERY FAST rather than for strifing. Actually you are not very good at strifing with them at all.

Good thing you aren't going to be in a situation in which you're going to get attacked a lot any time soon, huh?

You would have plenty of INTERESTS, if looking after the house and yourself didn't take up so much time. As it is, you spend most of your free time talking to your FRIENDS over the internet, and sometimes you like to play GAMES with them.

Your chumhandle is sunshineDoldrums, and you used to have difficult to read yellow font; you don't any more, but you still tend to be fairly cheery, and try to be open and honest when you can. c:

Later, you will become the Prince of Blood, and you will find yourself in the Land of Gleam and Whirlpools, surrounded by surprisingly friendly sea serpents.

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Though you try to be OPEN AND HONEST, that is quite difficult for you sometimes. You have things you NEED TO HIDE, after all. If SOCIAL SERVICES were to notice that something was wrong, you would be in trouble. And not the 'put into care' kind of trouble.

Two years ago, you had what you prefer to think of as an ACCIDENT, though even that is a lie.

The problem was your PRIMARY STRIFE SPECIBUS, the one you gave up. You used to use CLEAVERKIND, and your ridiculously large knife was one of your favourite things. It was certainly one of the more effective weapons available, even if it did come with a bit of a downside.

The downside was an INSATIABLE BLOODLUST, which you tended to deal with by killing small animals such as stray cats. You did this quietly and in private, and no matter how carried away you got, you were always careful to clean up afterwards. You were fully aware that this was NOT EXACTLY NORMAL, and so you did your best to wean yourself off this addiction.

This was NOT A GOOD IDEA.

Two years ago, you began wearing black; your font changed to match it, and you began TAKING CARE OF YOURSELF. You also changed your strife specibus, and you locked the living room. You don't really what to see what's in there. Your PARENTS probably look a lot worse after two years of decay.

When you play the GAME, you will have to defend yourself.

The TRUTH will come out. And so will your real PERSONALITY c:

God tier:

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#2 Luke Kenton

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> Be the ginger kid.

You cannot be the ginger kid, because you are strawberry blonde!
Anyone who disagrees is in for a WORLD OF TROUBLE.

> Be the strawberry blonde kid, then.



Sure.

Your name is LUKE KENTON. You are probably fifteen, but you don't really know exactly when your birthday is. This is mainly because your mother was entirely incapable of looking after you due to what you were told was a drug addiction, and therefore your first few birthdays weren't celebrated at all. You were taken into CARE when you were three, and were bounced from foster parent to care home to foster parent for many years.

You had some PRETTY BAD EXPERIENCES during this time, but two years ago you were fostered and eventually ADOPTED by a REALLY NICE COUPLE who live by the sea. You are almost comfortable with calling either of them DAD, though that does make things a little confusing sometimes.

You still have some things you retain from your SOMEWHAT UNPLEASANT CHILDHOOD. One of those things is your strife specibus, BROOMKIND, which, though deceptively simple-looking, can be very effective in the right hands. That's something you learned a long time ago. You have also kept a few SCARS, though not by choice, and you hide these under long sleeved turtlenecks, not out of vanity, but because you don't like to make people FEEL BAD when they see them.

The other thing you have kept is a PROPENSITY FOR VIOLENCE. You had to defend yourself somehow, after all. You are mostly able to keep yourself in check, at least until you LOSE YOUR TEMPER.

Over the past two years, you have developed a love of SWIMMING FOR RELAXATION, and you collect SHELLS of varying types and shapes. You also have a pet mouse, who you wished to remain NAMELESS, though it has somehow managed to pick up the name HAROLD. You are not quite sure how that happened.

You don't have many friends in REAL LIFE, but you do have some who you met over the INTERNET, and you REALLY CARE about them. You WORRY about them quite a lot, though you won't admit it, and if you were to find out that something BAD had ever happened to one of them, you would probably FLIP OUT. You really love them, and would do anything to protect them. And also, it's fun to play GAMES with them.

Your chumhandle is deceasedSenses and you abbrev words a lot 2 keep things efficient n quick until you lose your FUCKING temper and start CAPITALISING words to put a FUCKING EMPHASIS on them.

When you play a game with your friends, you will become the Heir of Rage, and your planet will be called the Land of Webs and Caves, which, unsurprisingly, is inhabited by spiders.

#3 Miya Stroud

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> Be the clever girl.

Well, clever is kind of pushing it, don't you think? Sure, you do well at school, and you know a bit more about engineering than most kids your age, but you wouldn't exactly say clever...

> Okay, okay, be the ridiculously modest girl



You just don't like to seem as though you're showing off, that's all.

Your name is MIYA STROUD, and you are exceedingly smart for a fifteen-year-old, though you prefer not to make a big deal of this fact. Your AUNT, however, does. She makes a point of displaying every trophy, certificate and prize you achieve throughout your house. She also, however, leaves blank spaces for the things you have not passed or won, and has a tendency to PUSH YOU TO DO BETTER.

Your DAILY SCHEDULE is very strict, and you spend the majority of your time STUDYING. The few hours you have free are restricted, and though spending most of them on the internet, talking to your BEST FRIENDS, you are only permitted ONE HOUR A DAY using your computer to do anything but study. You have saved up your hours the past few weeks in expectation of a BETA that you have ordered, which you and your friends are going to play together.

When you aren't studying and cannot access your computer, you like to FIX THINGS. You don't particularly like to point it out, but your ridiculously strict AUNT has a tendency to break things, and so you have become a dab hand at quietly repairing things in the background. When there is nothing left to REPAIR, you like to add MODIFICATIONS, mostly to your AUNT'S CAR.

You love working on the CAR. It is just about the only ACT OF REBELLION you find yourself committing regularly. You are, of course, FORBIDDEN from touching the car, but you simply cannot help yourself, and most nights you sneak downstairs into the garage and tinker away for hours. The car now has many HIDDEN ADDITIONS that your aunt never needs to know about.

Your friends all like to compliment you on how clever you are, which leads to you getting very EMBARRASSED and SHY. You don't like to draw attention to yourself if you can help it. You do, however, like to HELP OUT, and fixing your friends' problems is the least you can do, right?

Your chumhandle is demureDictation and You try not to interfere too much, in case anyone starts actually pointing out that you are a know-it-all and a busybody. But sometimes, you simply can't help it.

During the game, you will become the Rogue of Space, in the Land of Ticking and Frogs. You have never really had any great love for frogs.

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#4 Kate Linden

BLUH BLUH WILL ADD THE LAST ONE LATER WHEN I FINISH HER SPRITES.

So I guess me and my moirail closet-cosplayed Cain and Luke the other day.
I think she took pictures, but I don't have any. It was fun.

...I really need to just write out everything for Kate, but she...kind of bores me.

Totally just quoting myself because I crave critique.

[TFM-TheFreeMan]

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Right.
I have four kids, they'll probably have their own session someday.
They are all really bluh and have shitlong descriptions and are probably huge Mary-sue's, but oh well.


#1: Cain Roberts

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>Be the haemophiliac.

Now that is just rude.
You have long since gotten over that issue and you really DON'T LIKE TO TALK ABOUT IT.

> Fine, be the roller-blading kid.



Okay.

Your name is CAIN ROBERTS. You are fifteen years old, and that is often quite a problem. Your PARENTS don't really look after you and are never really around, a fact that enrages and upsets some of your friends, even though you have grown used to it. Being only fifteen, you are unable to get a PROPER JOB, which is a pain, as you generally have to FEND FOR YOURSELF and this means BUYING YOUR OWN FOOD.

As such, you have three PAPER ROUNDS. You also walk your elderly neighbour's LARGE DOG, a job made infinitely easier by your ROLLERBLADEKIND.

You did have another strife specibus once, but you stopped using that after the ACCIDENT two years ago. Rollerblades are just fine, even if you are better at using them to GO VERY FAST rather than for strifing. Actually you are not very good at strifing with them at all.

Good thing you aren't going to be in a situation in which you're going to get attacked a lot any time soon, huh?

You would have plenty of INTERESTS, if looking after the house and yourself didn't take up so much time. As it is, you spend most of your free time talking to your FRIENDS over the internet, and sometimes you like to play GAMES with them.

Your chumhandle is sunshineDoldrums, and you used to have difficult to read yellow font; you don't any more, but you still tend to be fairly cheery, and try to be open and honest when you can. c:

Later, you will become the Prince of Blood, and you will find yourself in the Land of Gleam and Whirlpools, surrounded by surprisingly friendly sea serpents.

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Though you try to be OPEN AND HONEST, that is quite difficult for you sometimes. You have things you NEED TO HIDE, after all. If SOCIAL SERVICES were to notice that something was wrong, you would be in trouble. And not the 'put into care' kind of trouble.

Two years ago, you had what you prefer to think of as an ACCIDENT, though even that is a lie.

The problem was your PRIMARY STRIFE SPECIBUS, the one you gave up. You used to use CLEAVERKIND, and your ridiculously large knife was one of your favourite things. It was certainly one of the more effective weapons available, even if it did come with a bit of a downside.

The downside was an INSATIABLE BLOODLUST, which you tended to deal with by killing small animals such as stray cats. You did this quietly and in private, and no matter how carried away you got, you were always careful to clean up afterwards. You were fully aware that this was NOT EXACTLY NORMAL, and so you did your best to wean yourself off this addiction.

This was NOT A GOOD IDEA.

Two years ago, you began wearing black; your font changed to match it, and you began TAKING CARE OF YOURSELF. You also changed your strife specibus, and you locked the living room. You don't really what to see what's in there. Your PARENTS probably look a lot worse after two years of decay.

When you play the GAME, you will have to defend yourself.

The TRUTH will come out. And so will your real PERSONALITY c:

God tier:

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#2 Luke Kenton

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> Be the ginger kid.

You cannot be the ginger kid, because you are strawberry blonde!
Anyone who disagrees is in for a WORLD OF TROUBLE.

> Be the strawberry blonde kid, then.



Sure.

Your name is LUKE KENTON. You are probably fifteen, but you don't really know exactly when your birthday is. This is mainly because your mother was entirely incapable of looking after you due to what you were told was a drug addiction, and therefore your first few birthdays weren't celebrated at all. You were taken into CARE when you were three, and were bounced from foster parent to care home to foster parent for many years.

You had some PRETTY BAD EXPERIENCES during this time, but two years ago you were fostered and eventually ADOPTED by a REALLY NICE COUPLE who live by the sea. You are almost comfortable with calling either of them DAD, though that does make things a little confusing sometimes.

You still have some things you retain from your SOMEWHAT UNPLEASANT CHILDHOOD. One of those things is your strife specibus, BROOMKIND, which, though deceptively simple-looking, can be very effective in the right hands. That's something you learned a long time ago. You have also kept a few SCARS, though not by choice, and you hide these under long sleeved turtlenecks, not out of vanity, but because you don't like to make people FEEL BAD when they see them.

The other thing you have kept is a PROPENSITY FOR VIOLENCE. You had to defend yourself somehow, after all. You are mostly able to keep yourself in check, at least until you LOSE YOUR TEMPER.

Over the past two years, you have developed a love of SWIMMING FOR RELAXATION, and you collect SHELLS of varying types and shapes. You also have a pet mouse, who you wished to remain NAMELESS, though it has somehow managed to pick up the name HAROLD. You are not quite sure how that happened.

You don't have many friends in REAL LIFE, but you do have some who you met over the INTERNET, and you REALLY CARE about them. You WORRY about them quite a lot, though you won't admit it, and if you were to find out that something BAD had ever happened to one of them, you would probably FLIP OUT. You really love them, and would do anything to protect them. And also, it's fun to play GAMES with them.

Your chumhandle is deceasedSenses and you abbrev words a lot 2 keep things efficient n quick until you lose your FUCKING temper and start CAPITALISING words to put a FUCKING EMPHASIS on them.

When you play a game with your friends, you will become the Heir of Rage, and your planet will be called the Land of Webs and Caves, which, unsurprisingly, is inhabited by spiders.

#3 Miya Stroud

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> Be the clever girl.

Well, clever is kind of pushing it, don't you think? Sure, you do well at school, and you know a bit more about engineering than most kids your age, but you wouldn't exactly say clever...

> Okay, okay, be the ridiculously modest girl



You just don't like to seem as though you're showing off, that's all.

Your name is MIYA STROUD, and you are exceedingly smart for a fifteen-year-old, though you prefer not to make a big deal of this fact. Your AUNT, however, does. She makes a point of displaying every trophy, certificate and prize you achieve throughout your house. She also, however, leaves blank spaces for the things you have not passed or won, and has a tendency to PUSH YOU TO DO BETTER.

Your DAILY SCHEDULE is very strict, and you spend the majority of your time STUDYING. The few hours you have free are restricted, and though spending most of them on the internet, talking to your BEST FRIENDS, you are only permitted ONE HOUR A DAY using your computer to do anything but study. You have saved up your hours the past few weeks in expectation of a BETA that you have ordered, which you and your friends are going to play together.

When you aren't studying and cannot access your computer, you like to FIX THINGS. You don't particularly like to point it out, but your ridiculously strict AUNT has a tendency to break things, and so you have become a dab hand at quietly repairing things in the background. When there is nothing left to REPAIR, you like to add MODIFICATIONS, mostly to your AUNT'S CAR.

You love working on the CAR. It is just about the only ACT OF REBELLION you find yourself committing regularly. You are, of course, FORBIDDEN from touching the car, but you simply cannot help yourself, and most nights you sneak downstairs into the garage and tinker away for hours. The car now has many HIDDEN ADDITIONS that your aunt never needs to know about.

Your friends all like to compliment you on how clever you are, which leads to you getting very EMBARRASSED and SHY. You don't like to draw attention to yourself if you can help it. You do, however, like to HELP OUT, and fixing your friends' problems is the least you can do, right?

Your chumhandle is demureDictation and You try not to interfere too much, in case anyone starts actually pointing out that you are a know-it-all and a busybody. But sometimes, you simply can't help it.

During the game, you will become the Rogue of Space, in the Land of Ticking and Frogs. You have never really had any great love for frogs.

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#4 Kate Linden

BLUH BLUH WILL ADD THE LAST ONE LATER WHEN I FINISH HER SPRITES.

So I guess me and my moirail closet-cosplayed Cain and Luke the other day.
I think she took pictures, but I don't have any. It was fun.

...I really need to just write out everything for Kate, but she...kind of bores me.

Totally just quoting myself because I crave critique.

I like your charecters.
theyre better than anything i can make
9/10

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Right.
I have four kids, they'll probably have their own session someday.
They are all really bluh and have shitlong descriptions and are probably huge Mary-sue's, but oh well.


#1: Cain Roberts

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>Be the haemophiliac.

Now that is just rude.
You have long since gotten over that issue and you really DON'T LIKE TO TALK ABOUT IT.

> Fine, be the roller-blading kid.



Okay.

Your name is CAIN ROBERTS. You are fifteen years old, and that is often quite a problem. Your PARENTS don't really look after you and are never really around, a fact that enrages and upsets some of your friends, even though you have grown used to it. Being only fifteen, you are unable to get a PROPER JOB, which is a pain, as you generally have to FEND FOR YOURSELF and this means BUYING YOUR OWN FOOD.

As such, you have three PAPER ROUNDS. You also walk your elderly neighbour's LARGE DOG, a job made infinitely easier by your ROLLERBLADEKIND.

You did have another strife specibus once, but you stopped using that after the ACCIDENT two years ago. Rollerblades are just fine, even if you are better at using them to GO VERY FAST rather than for strifing. Actually you are not very good at strifing with them at all.

Good thing you aren't going to be in a situation in which you're going to get attacked a lot any time soon, huh?

You would have plenty of INTERESTS, if looking after the house and yourself didn't take up so much time. As it is, you spend most of your free time talking to your FRIENDS over the internet, and sometimes you like to play GAMES with them.

Your chumhandle is sunshineDoldrums, and you used to have difficult to read yellow font; you don't any more, but you still tend to be fairly cheery, and try to be open and honest when you can. c:

Later, you will become the Prince of Blood, and you will find yourself in the Land of Gleam and Whirlpools, surrounded by surprisingly friendly sea serpents.

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Though you try to be OPEN AND HONEST, that is quite difficult for you sometimes. You have things you NEED TO HIDE, after all. If SOCIAL SERVICES were to notice that something was wrong, you would be in trouble. And not the 'put into care' kind of trouble.

Two years ago, you had what you prefer to think of as an ACCIDENT, though even that is a lie.

The problem was your PRIMARY STRIFE SPECIBUS, the one you gave up. You used to use CLEAVERKIND, and your ridiculously large knife was one of your favourite things. It was certainly one of the more effective weapons available, even if it did come with a bit of a downside.

The downside was an INSATIABLE BLOODLUST, which you tended to deal with by killing small animals such as stray cats. You did this quietly and in private, and no matter how carried away you got, you were always careful to clean up afterwards. You were fully aware that this was NOT EXACTLY NORMAL, and so you did your best to wean yourself off this addiction.

This was NOT A GOOD IDEA.

Two years ago, you began wearing black; your font changed to match it, and you began TAKING CARE OF YOURSELF. You also changed your strife specibus, and you locked the living room. You don't really what to see what's in there. Your PARENTS probably look a lot worse after two years of decay.

When you play the GAME, you will have to defend yourself.

The TRUTH will come out. And so will your real PERSONALITY c:

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#2 Luke Kenton

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> Be the ginger kid.

You cannot be the ginger kid, because you are strawberry blonde!
Anyone who disagrees is in for a WORLD OF TROUBLE.

> Be the strawberry blonde kid, then.



Sure.

Your name is LUKE KENTON. You are probably fifteen, but you don't really know exactly when your birthday is. This is mainly because your mother was entirely incapable of looking after you due to what you were told was a drug addiction, and therefore your first few birthdays weren't celebrated at all. You were taken into CARE when you were three, and were bounced from foster parent to care home to foster parent for many years.

You had some PRETTY BAD EXPERIENCES during this time, but two years ago you were fostered and eventually ADOPTED by a REALLY NICE COUPLE who live by the sea. You are almost comfortable with calling either of them DAD, though that does make things a little confusing sometimes.

You still have some things you retain from your SOMEWHAT UNPLEASANT CHILDHOOD. One of those things is your strife specibus, BROOMKIND, which, though deceptively simple-looking, can be very effective in the right hands. That's something you learned a long time ago. You have also kept a few SCARS, though not by choice, and you hide these under long sleeved turtlenecks, not out of vanity, but because you don't like to make people FEEL BAD when they see them.

The other thing you have kept is a PROPENSITY FOR VIOLENCE. You had to defend yourself somehow, after all. You are mostly able to keep yourself in check, at least until you LOSE YOUR TEMPER.

Over the past two years, you have developed a love of SWIMMING FOR RELAXATION, and you collect SHELLS of varying types and shapes. You also have a pet mouse, who you wished to remain NAMELESS, though it has somehow managed to pick up the name HAROLD. You are not quite sure how that happened.

You don't have many friends in REAL LIFE, but you do have some who you met over the INTERNET, and you REALLY CARE about them. You WORRY about them quite a lot, though you won't admit it, and if you were to find out that something BAD had ever happened to one of them, you would probably FLIP OUT. You really love them, and would do anything to protect them. And also, it's fun to play GAMES with them.

Your chumhandle is deceasedSenses and you abbrev words a lot 2 keep things efficient n quick until you lose your FUCKING temper and start CAPITALISING words to put a FUCKING EMPHASIS on them.

When you play a game with your friends, you will become the Heir of Rage, and your planet will be called the Land of Webs and Caves, which, unsurprisingly, is inhabited by spiders.

#3 Miya Stroud

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> Be the clever girl.

Well, clever is kind of pushing it, don't you think? Sure, you do well at school, and you know a bit more about engineering than most kids your age, but you wouldn't exactly say clever...

> Okay, okay, be the ridiculously modest girl



You just don't like to seem as though you're showing off, that's all.

Your name is MIYA STROUD, and you are exceedingly smart for a fifteen-year-old, though you prefer not to make a big deal of this fact. Your AUNT, however, does. She makes a point of displaying every trophy, certificate and prize you achieve throughout your house. She also, however, leaves blank spaces for the things you have not passed or won, and has a tendency to PUSH YOU TO DO BETTER.

Your DAILY SCHEDULE is very strict, and you spend the majority of your time STUDYING. The few hours you have free are restricted, and though spending most of them on the internet, talking to your BEST FRIENDS, you are only permitted ONE HOUR A DAY using your computer to do anything but study. You have saved up your hours the past few weeks in expectation of a BETA that you have ordered, which you and your friends are going to play together.

When you aren't studying and cannot access your computer, you like to FIX THINGS. You don't particularly like to point it out, but your ridiculously strict AUNT has a tendency to break things, and so you have become a dab hand at quietly repairing things in the background. When there is nothing left to REPAIR, you like to add MODIFICATIONS, mostly to your AUNT'S CAR.

You love working on the CAR. It is just about the only ACT OF REBELLION you find yourself committing regularly. You are, of course, FORBIDDEN from touching the car, but you simply cannot help yourself, and most nights you sneak downstairs into the garage and tinker away for hours. The car now has many HIDDEN ADDITIONS that your aunt never needs to know about.

Your friends all like to compliment you on how clever you are, which leads to you getting very EMBARRASSED and SHY. You don't like to draw attention to yourself if you can help it. You do, however, like to HELP OUT, and fixing your friends' problems is the least you can do, right?

Your chumhandle is demureDictation and You try not to interfere too much, in case anyone starts actually pointing out that you are a know-it-all and a busybody. But sometimes, you simply can't help it.

During the game, you will become the Rogue of Space, in the Land of Ticking and Frogs. You have never really had any great love for frogs.

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#4 Kate Linden

BLUH BLUH WILL ADD THE LAST ONE LATER WHEN I FINISH HER SPRITES.

So I guess me and my moirail closet-cosplayed Cain and Luke the other day.
I think she took pictures, but I don't have any. It was fun.

...I really need to just write out everything for Kate, but she...kind of bores me.

Totally just quoting myself because I crave critique.

I like your charecters.
theyre better than anything i can make
9/10

Do you mean the sprites, or the characters? Because I'm happy with the sprites, but I totally neeeeed someone to go through them and tell me what's wrong and what to fiiix.

[TFM-TheFreeMan]

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Right.
I have four kids, they'll probably have their own session someday.
They are all really bluh and have shitlong descriptions and are probably huge Mary-sue's, but oh well.


#1: Cain Roberts

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>Be the haemophiliac.

Now that is just rude.
You have long since gotten over that issue and you really DON'T LIKE TO TALK ABOUT IT.

> Fine, be the roller-blading kid.



Okay.

Your name is CAIN ROBERTS. You are fifteen years old, and that is often quite a problem. Your PARENTS don't really look after you and are never really around, a fact that enrages and upsets some of your friends, even though you have grown used to it. Being only fifteen, you are unable to get a PROPER JOB, which is a pain, as you generally have to FEND FOR YOURSELF and this means BUYING YOUR OWN FOOD.

As such, you have three PAPER ROUNDS. You also walk your elderly neighbour's LARGE DOG, a job made infinitely easier by your ROLLERBLADEKIND.

You did have another strife specibus once, but you stopped using that after the ACCIDENT two years ago. Rollerblades are just fine, even if you are better at using them to GO VERY FAST rather than for strifing. Actually you are not very good at strifing with them at all.

Good thing you aren't going to be in a situation in which you're going to get attacked a lot any time soon, huh?

You would have plenty of INTERESTS, if looking after the house and yourself didn't take up so much time. As it is, you spend most of your free time talking to your FRIENDS over the internet, and sometimes you like to play GAMES with them.

Your chumhandle is sunshineDoldrums, and you used to have difficult to read yellow font; you don't any more, but you still tend to be fairly cheery, and try to be open and honest when you can. c:

Later, you will become the Prince of Blood, and you will find yourself in the Land of Gleam and Whirlpools, surrounded by surprisingly friendly sea serpents.

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Though you try to be OPEN AND HONEST, that is quite difficult for you sometimes. You have things you NEED TO HIDE, after all. If SOCIAL SERVICES were to notice that something was wrong, you would be in trouble. And not the 'put into care' kind of trouble.

Two years ago, you had what you prefer to think of as an ACCIDENT, though even that is a lie.

The problem was your PRIMARY STRIFE SPECIBUS, the one you gave up. You used to use CLEAVERKIND, and your ridiculously large knife was one of your favourite things. It was certainly one of the more effective weapons available, even if it did come with a bit of a downside.

The downside was an INSATIABLE BLOODLUST, which you tended to deal with by killing small animals such as stray cats. You did this quietly and in private, and no matter how carried away you got, you were always careful to clean up afterwards. You were fully aware that this was NOT EXACTLY NORMAL, and so you did your best to wean yourself off this addiction.

This was NOT A GOOD IDEA.

Two years ago, you began wearing black; your font changed to match it, and you began TAKING CARE OF YOURSELF. You also changed your strife specibus, and you locked the living room. You don't really what to see what's in there. Your PARENTS probably look a lot worse after two years of decay.

When you play the GAME, you will have to defend yourself.

The TRUTH will come out. And so will your real PERSONALITY c:

God tier:

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#2 Luke Kenton

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> Be the ginger kid.

You cannot be the ginger kid, because you are strawberry blonde!
Anyone who disagrees is in for a WORLD OF TROUBLE.

> Be the strawberry blonde kid, then.



Sure.

Your name is LUKE KENTON. You are probably fifteen, but you don't really know exactly when your birthday is. This is mainly because your mother was entirely incapable of looking after you due to what you were told was a drug addiction, and therefore your first few birthdays weren't celebrated at all. You were taken into CARE when you were three, and were bounced from foster parent to care home to foster parent for many years.

You had some PRETTY BAD EXPERIENCES during this time, but two years ago you were fostered and eventually ADOPTED by a REALLY NICE COUPLE who live by the sea. You are almost comfortable with calling either of them DAD, though that does make things a little confusing sometimes.

You still have some things you retain from your SOMEWHAT UNPLEASANT CHILDHOOD. One of those things is your strife specibus, BROOMKIND, which, though deceptively simple-looking, can be very effective in the right hands. That's something you learned a long time ago. You have also kept a few SCARS, though not by choice, and you hide these under long sleeved turtlenecks, not out of vanity, but because you don't like to make people FEEL BAD when they see them.

The other thing you have kept is a PROPENSITY FOR VIOLENCE. You had to defend yourself somehow, after all. You are mostly able to keep yourself in check, at least until you LOSE YOUR TEMPER.

Over the past two years, you have developed a love of SWIMMING FOR RELAXATION, and you collect SHELLS of varying types and shapes. You also have a pet mouse, who you wished to remain NAMELESS, though it has somehow managed to pick up the name HAROLD. You are not quite sure how that happened.

You don't have many friends in REAL LIFE, but you do have some who you met over the INTERNET, and you REALLY CARE about them. You WORRY about them quite a lot, though you won't admit it, and if you were to find out that something BAD had ever happened to one of them, you would probably FLIP OUT. You really love them, and would do anything to protect them. And also, it's fun to play GAMES with them.

Your chumhandle is deceasedSenses and you abbrev words a lot 2 keep things efficient n quick until you lose your FUCKING temper and start CAPITALISING words to put a FUCKING EMPHASIS on them.

When you play a game with your friends, you will become the Heir of Rage, and your planet will be called the Land of Webs and Caves, which, unsurprisingly, is inhabited by spiders.

#3 Miya Stroud

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> Be the clever girl.

Well, clever is kind of pushing it, don't you think? Sure, you do well at school, and you know a bit more about engineering than most kids your age, but you wouldn't exactly say clever...

> Okay, okay, be the ridiculously modest girl



You just don't like to seem as though you're showing off, that's all.

Your name is MIYA STROUD, and you are exceedingly smart for a fifteen-year-old, though you prefer not to make a big deal of this fact. Your AUNT, however, does. She makes a point of displaying every trophy, certificate and prize you achieve throughout your house. She also, however, leaves blank spaces for the things you have not passed or won, and has a tendency to PUSH YOU TO DO BETTER.

Your DAILY SCHEDULE is very strict, and you spend the majority of your time STUDYING. The few hours you have free are restricted, and though spending most of them on the internet, talking to your BEST FRIENDS, you are only permitted ONE HOUR A DAY using your computer to do anything but study. You have saved up your hours the past few weeks in expectation of a BETA that you have ordered, which you and your friends are going to play together.

When you aren't studying and cannot access your computer, you like to FIX THINGS. You don't particularly like to point it out, but your ridiculously strict AUNT has a tendency to break things, and so you have become a dab hand at quietly repairing things in the background. When there is nothing left to REPAIR, you like to add MODIFICATIONS, mostly to your AUNT'S CAR.

You love working on the CAR. It is just about the only ACT OF REBELLION you find yourself committing regularly. You are, of course, FORBIDDEN from touching the car, but you simply cannot help yourself, and most nights you sneak downstairs into the garage and tinker away for hours. The car now has many HIDDEN ADDITIONS that your aunt never needs to know about.

Your friends all like to compliment you on how clever you are, which leads to you getting very EMBARRASSED and SHY. You don't like to draw attention to yourself if you can help it. You do, however, like to HELP OUT, and fixing your friends' problems is the least you can do, right?

Your chumhandle is demureDictation and You try not to interfere too much, in case anyone starts actually pointing out that you are a know-it-all and a busybody. But sometimes, you simply can't help it.

During the game, you will become the Rogue of Space, in the Land of Ticking and Frogs. You have never really had any great love for frogs.

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#4 Kate Linden

BLUH BLUH WILL ADD THE LAST ONE LATER WHEN I FINISH HER SPRITES.

So I guess me and my moirail closet-cosplayed Cain and Luke the other day.
I think she took pictures, but I don't have any. It was fun.

...I really need to just write out everything for Kate, but she...kind of bores me.

Totally just quoting myself because I crave critique.

I like your charecters.
theyre better than anything i can make
9/10

Do you mean the sprites, or the characters? Because I'm happy with the sprites, but I totally neeeeed someone to go through them and tell me what's wrong and what to fiiix.

the charecters and the sprites
the only thing is cain's shoes, they look funny

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You are Richard Dixon, you are thirtheen years old. Your room has quite a bit of free space, but mostly because your belongings are well hidden, or so you think. At display you have a couple closets, a bed you sleep in and shelves with many toy dinosaurs that you swear you just collect and not actually play with. You lie.

You have a few interests, you really like toys but you don´t let people know that. You also enjoy almost any kind of game or sport, as long as you are the one playing. You might be interested in other things but don´t pay much attention to them.

Your chumhandle is DynamicDinosaur and Richard usually talks about himself in third person and ends his sentences dynamically.! or IN A REAL DYNAMIC WAY!! when he is full of himself.


Your strife specibus...



Yup, yoyokind, you tell everyone you assigned it accidentaly and had to get used to it, but in fact you think its hella cool.

You have the forbidden destiny to be the Sage of Rage and there´s no assurance that you will ever undestand your title.