i keep asking god what i'm for

and he tells me, "gee, I'm not sure."

Utter love in a little package. May or may not spell your doom, but she promises it's accidental.

enjoys dying her wool. is incredibly bad at it

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sweep the floor, kid

Personality

• Could definitely be talked into doing anything you want her to
• Zero self-preservation skills
• Will make you think you're on something just by the speed she likes to talk
• Understands nothing at all about politics, to the point that she thinks she understands it perfectly. Believes her own BS- and any almost anyone tells her - on the subject. Actually, on any subject
• Likes to compare herself to a predatory plant, but has no predatory skills except maybe in charisma
• Would tell you she'd die for you a thousand times but wouldn't know how to go through with it
• She's not stupid, just selecively knowledgable. Most of her knowledge is that she enjoys you
• Doesn't understand anger or most negative emotions. They happen, she just doesn't know why, and so she ignores them and generally refuses to process them
• Is going to be an astronaut when she grows up. When told she is "grown up," laughs and says, "Well, maybe in this timeline
• Would only do leg day.
• Means every word she says and thinks you do, too. Lying is just storytelling and, therefore, serves a purpose.
• Would love to work for you. Would she be awful at it? Maybe. But hopefully you'll smile
• Believes that if someone tells her their name, they are best friends. Believes everyone else is her best friend, and will frequently give words of wisdom from one friend to another
• Surprisingly skilled at keeping secrets. If she's told something is a secret
• Very interested in romance, but doesn't know what that means.
• Probably secretly very lonely, but she'd never tell you, or admit to herself.
• Terrible with her own money because it's easy to convince her you need it more
• Scared of getting tattoos but wants one with every fiber of her wooly being. But pain is real
• Thinks piracy is the highest form of living

History

Byblis - Bliss or Bub or Byby or anything else someone wants to call her - was born a while ago. After all, thirty years is a long time. Thirty year olds are old. Bliss's mom was thirty when she was born, and was just never any fun, so the sheep determined she would simply never be not-fun, which meant that she would never get old. And here she is, over thirty, and have accomplished nothing in life except making a ton of friends, and isn't that what's really important?

Her dad was not someone you'd want to meet, and was vanished when she was still a tot. Who did it? No one knows. And "vanished" isn't quite correct - they found his body in a barrel in the ocean, but no one cried too hard. Her mother remarried to a boisterous pirate named Phyllis, and life was grand. Phyllis told Byblis she had a "personality fit for a pirate" and then laughed very, very loudly. Bliss, of course, took this as a challenge and did nothing with it, though she does think being a pirate would be grand. Maybe they'd even force her to get a tattoo.

Nothing really happened that was major - she lived, she still predominantly lives with her parents (though she wanders a lot). Someone told her they were married, once, but she doesn't remember who and they haven't pushed the issue since. Honestly, she does nothing with her life and sees very little problem with that, but she is looking for an adventure. (259 words)