Basic Info
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Full Name
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Artemis Whatsittoya
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Nickname(s)
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Arty, Arty Farty, Art Fart, Flex Seal Abomination, Buddy, Pal, Bro, Eldritch Abomination, Cryptid, Little Bitch, Bitchtits Mcgee, Puddle, Baby boy baby, Amazing boy, Bestest boy, Love of my LIFE
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Status
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Alive (unfortunately)
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Species
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Noctling, Immortal
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Height
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5'3 (160 cm)
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Gender
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Genderless, uses He/them/it pronouns
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Sexuality
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Pansexual, does deathsexual count
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Race & Nationality
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None, but identifies with black and egyptian
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Age
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~1,000
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Birthday
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October 30th
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Zodiac
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Scorpio
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Family
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Abigail Dreadful (unfortunately his mom), Diana Bloodwaker (half-sister) Azure (half-daughter, look its hard to explain just accept what you just read)
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Occupation(s)
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Living in Booker's body due to a contract
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Power(s)
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Immortality, form manipulation
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Current Residence
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Booker's fucking empty carcass (jk but really after all he's been through he should be one)
Profile
CG: ATTENTION WORTHLESS HUMAN.
CG: THIS IS YOUR GOD SPEAKING.
CG: IT IS A WRATHFUL GOD WHO DESPISES YOU MORE THAN YOU COULD HAVE POSSIBLY DARED TO FEAR.
CG: I HAVE WATCHED YOUR ENTIRE PATHETIC LIFE UNFOLD.
CG: I HAVE OBSERVED YOU WHILE YOU WOULD QUAKE AND TREMBLE IN PERSONAL PRAYERS OF SHAME.
CG: WHILE YOU PLEADED FORGIVENESS FOR BEING SUCH A WRETCHED DISGUSTING FAILURE ON EVERY CONCEIVABLE LEVEL.
CG: PROSTRATE BEFORE THE STUPID AND FALSE CLOWN GODS YOU HAVE SCRIBBLED ON THE WALLS OF YOUR BLOCK.
CG: BOGUS DEITIES WORSHIPED BY A PRIMITIVE "PARADISE" PLANET.
CG: BUT YOUR PRAYERS WILL NOT BE ANSWERED.
CG: THERE ARE NO MIRACLES IN STORE FOR YOU, HUMAN.
CG: ONLY MY HATE.
CG: IT IS A HATE SO PURE AND HOT IT WOULD CONSUME YOUR SAD UNDERDEVELOPED HUMAN THINK PAN TO EVEN CONTEMPLATE.
CG: IT IS A HATE THAT TO FATHOM MUST BE PUT INTO SONG.
CG: SHRIEKED BY THE TEN THOUSAND ROWDY SHOUT SPHINCTERS PEPPERING THE GRUESOME UNDERBELLY OF THE MOST TRUCULENT GOD THE FURTHEST RING CAN MUSTER.
CG: IT IS A HATE THAT MADE YOU AND WILL SURELY DESTROY YOU.
CG: MY HATE IS THE LIFEBLOOD THAT PULSES THROUGH THE VEINS OF YOUR UNIVERSE.
CG: IT IS MY GIFT TO YOU.
CG: YOU'RE WELCOME FOR THAT.
CG: YOU UNGRATEFUL PIECE OF SHIT.
EB: hi karkat!
a quote from him from an rp between me and my gf:
...you what? YOU FUCKING WHAT?! OH, UN-FUCKING-BELIEVABLE! YOU LEAD A DUMBASS AND HIS FUCKING STOOGE TO NOWHERE LAND, AND NOW YOU TELL ME TRISTIN IS IN DANGER WITH MISTER THICK TRICK THIGHS!! He sighs, frustrated. Listen here, you piece of yellow piss fire, I'm going to save her whether you like it or not! I'm going to ruin all of your plans, like how you ruined my seven minutes of peace. You hear that? Seven. I had. Seven minutes. Just now. SEVEN, YOU BANANA COLORED ASSHOLE!
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