Private
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- 7 years, 1 month ago
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- gingertoadstools
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Basic Info
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Name:
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"Private" R Pillbug
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Age (As Usually Pictured):
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Whatever the roly poly equivalent of 22 is
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Gender/Pronouns:
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Agender/Any pronouns
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Orientations:
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Questioning/Grayro
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Likes:
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Survival guides, colored chore wheels, swiss army knives, strawberries, warm humid days, constant vigilance, HIS FAMILY, camping
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Dislikes:
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Densely populated towns, dirty dishes, rust, tough things he can't cut, heavy things, deserts, being snuck up on, sleeping/bad dreams, loneliness
Profile
R is a roly poly from a family of about 40. His family, and most roly poly families he's ever met are all homebodies -- they never really leave their respective burrows except when necessary. Their town was so small it didn't even have a name. There was a grocery store and a bank, and that was it. His family was huge and loving, all worked together to get things done, comforting, and warm. When he told his mom he wanted to go out and see the world, she was so, so proud of him.
So he joined the military. Little note: when you have basically never left your home before, then immediately are thrown into being front-line fodder in a war (because you're resilient as fuck. You're basically a walking shield.), maybe you're not gonna do too well mentally.
He comes out of the war (equivalent to) 4 years later, scared and wanting nothing more than to just go home and curl up with his siblings and cry for a while and then feel better and safe and protected. Un-fucking-fortunately, Pvt. overlooked something:
He has no idea where he lived. It's a nowhere-town. He's never had to get there from somewhere else before. And the place doesn't have a name, so he can't really ask for directions. He wants to go home so bad.
Little post-war private just tryin' to get home.
