Five Facts About Your Oc

Five things, huh? Guess I could try. This is gonna need big words, isn't it.

1) I'm a genetically altered clone type called an Amon. Me and others like me were made as expen....expen-dable guard dogs and helpers to cops to keep them safe. I didn't know this really, 'cause back then I was really stupid and only knew what I was told.

2) I have to use an intelligent enhancer or else I'd be stupid again. It doesn't really make me smarter much, but it's connected to a network that gives me information about stuff as I see it so I can at least try to understand things.

3) I wanted to be a cop, but I was slotted as a guard in the Kirin barracks. That sucked. Like I said, we weren't as valuable as the guys who made us, the Dreren, so when some Kirin got loose and I tried to stop them, the wardens shut the emergency gates and locked me in with them. I got torn up bad before my boss let me out. He wasn't such a bad guy himself, really, but he wasn't always around to make sure me and the other Amon were okay.

4) Me and a Kirin type were the first to test out the intelligence enhancers. Even though I hated the Kirins, with the IE I was able to look past that and he and I became friends. They called him Algernon. 'Said it's a joke but I don't get it. Algy and I live together now.

5) A bunch of the other clone types, not the Amon but the others, managed to gain indepen...inde....damnit. Get freedom from the Dreren and we all left to form our own city way out in the mountains. I got a job in security in a bar run by a Beijing type clone called Bollywood. He's the one who named me Molly H. Though I have no idea what a Molly Hatchet even is, but it sounds good. Sometimes I get to go help out with the local cops and that makes me happy.

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_{1; I'm fairly certain that I'm the last human in the galaxy. Dyin' breed and all that - it doesn't bother me much, but I guess I'd like to meet someone who has the same amount of limbs/brains as me.} 

_{2; I'm a mechanic by trade, but since joining a 'salvage' crew I've had a gun in my hands more often than I'd like. It's not a bad job, but it's one that doesn't let me sleep well.} 

_{3; I've crashed our salvage ship three times. I'm no longer allowed to take charge of the wheel; even in emergency situations.} 

_{4; I actually like the gruel they serve in the canteen. It's grey mush, but it's nice grey mush. I don't think I'd be able to eat 'normal' food once I find a planet to settle on.} 

_{5; Staring at stars makes me feel a bit sick. Knowin' all those big things are out there, that they're so far outta your grasp and far too big to grab at anyway? Makes me feel smaller than I feel when I'm standin' next to our 9 foot tall mercenary. I don't like it.}  

1. My real name is Crissaphyx. My current name is a bit more... normal sounding so it's easier for the younglings to remember. Also, even though my existence has likely faded from history by now, I'd still prefer if everyone just thought I was just a regular Eksel and not... well, who I actually am. My last name comes from the Creator being a fangirl. Oh, did I say that out loud? Never you mind.

2. Don't ask how old I am, because I certainly can't remember anymore. Let's just say I'm old enough the remember the creation of the Realm of the Dead. I crafted the lands out of the Void and my younger siblings brought color to our world.

3. My original form didn't look much like this. I used to look like a winged body of constellations and blue light, and I'd watch over the realm and keep the Void in check as the younglings stumbled about the new lands. But ever since my siblings were all killed or corrupted, all the color has drained away from my original body. I take on this new form to blend in more with the younglings and to not remind myself as often what used to be.

4. I currently watch over a mortal kitten that somehow wandered into the Realm of the Dead. I'm not sure how the little guy got here or how something hadn't eaten him before I found him, but he's with me now. Poor thing seems to be stuck in the same limbo all the younglings are and hasn't aged a bit, but he's been with me long enough to be a very clever kitty. His name is Ham.

5. People tend to call me a magician, but I prefer the term "illusionist." I guess it's rather easy for younglings to believe it's magic when my temperamental deck of cards doesn't like to stay in one place for too long, or Ham tends to disappear into thin air around me or the like. It's mostly misdirection... with a very small touch of supernatural ability.

 I am not an angel or demon, but a spirit! My wings are a symbol of my status. 

My task is to inspire hope in others where there should be none. I make people believe they can accomplish the impossible and harvest the results of their failures. 

I hate my job.

But not as much as I hate humans. They are the usual target of my abilities.

My existence is very lonely as I am rarely visible to others and cannot interact without spreading false hope. I have one friend in a crow named Happenstance, but as you can imagine he isn't exciting company.

I may be wealthy in status and experience, but I have other "excuses" for looking down unto you.

My job is to find a way for living beings to live forever; I believe the answer lies within the soul.

My curiousity in the supernatural is a strong thing, and I want to experience such with my own eyes.

I do not believe in love. Love is a concept not one man of science has been able to, truthfully; honestly and fully elaborate on.

Even with this belief, heart break is common in my life. I ponder why such a thing can exist without the other. It's a troubling matter.

I'm a genetically altered clone type called a Noam. I am for...entertainment purposes.

Despite that I was created and raised to have sex, I hate it. I hate my job and I hate all the assholes who weasle out of my pay because I'm marked and so "not good mechandise".

By marked I mean I got scars. I had an...well...I don't want to talk about it but some wardens thought I needed to be punished for doing what I was allowed to do.

I'm still good at what I do. The guys needed to dig around in an off-limits section of the historical archives, so I distracted the archivist, Harold, by way of some ups and downs in the closet. Best sex I ever had.

Harold and I are together now, but I have no idea how to do this relationship thing. Help.

Oh! Oh oh!

I like to dance! People like it too, so I dance for them.

My true passion though is jewelry! I looove making the perfect jewelry and I get so happy when I see people wearing my things! I can work with everything, people around here like bright gems but I like to work with bone, the other clans really seem to like those! And... our warriors... [Nina coughs.]

Uh, even though I'm good at dancing I'm kinda... clumsy, otherwise... I try to be careful but then I trip all over myself! One time I almost cut off my finger... and another time I tripped while carrying a basket of sharpened obsidian for weapons... oops?

Oh! I'm very flexible! One time I fell asleep all twisted up and Dolan thought I was dead. Sorry Dolan. (...is this why I'm so clumsy?)

I'm dumb and I know that I am but I've been told I'm good at politics!! ...I can also tell when you're trying to get in my pants, I'm not that stupid. If I'm acting dumb I just want you to leave...

1. I lost my voice several years ago due to a surgery on my throat. I communicate now through written word, sign language, and body language.

2. Due to not having a voice, I went to work as a mime. It doesn't make a whole lot of money, but I work very long hours so that I can afford to live on my own.

3. Before going in for surgery, I was interested in getting a job involving teaching history. Post-surgery I went to university for the subject, and received my degree.

4. I don't like pets that make noise. It's silly, but I get jealous that they can speak, and I can't. So I don't care very much for dogs, cats, birds, etc.

5. My mother likes to write poetry, and I like to think I picked up some of her skills in writing. I write a lot about my experiences in a journal, and hope to publish a book about them one day.

1: I prefer computers to people for the most part.

2: i've died twice, been brought back both times.

3: my hamster means the world to me.

4: I study art but have no real plans to go into the career.

5: I worry about my future a lot, and yes the loneliness is starting to bug me...

(crawls back into his hole now.)

1. I'm a little over 50 trillion years old, but I'm only recently decided to grow up physically. My dad keeps saying he wishes I would've stayed a kid for 50 trillion more years. At least I wasn't so overdramatic then.

2. Despite being around for so long, I still haven't conditioned myself to hold liquor better. I can only handle maybe 40 beers before I'm totally wrecked, and that's pretty pathetic for the type of people I hang around.

3. I have an axe named Romance. I use her to chop down MANSTEALING HOMEWRECKING FLOOZIES (cough) I mean, chop down trees for my freelance lumber operation.

4. Neoka and I are soulmates and nothing can ever tear us apart and if you even think about making a move on my man I'LL INTRODUCE YOU TO ROMANCE. Don't listen to Neoka when he says it's an act. Don't believe him when he says it's a joke. DON'T LISTEN WHEN HE SAYS I NEED TO BREAK CHARACTER I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT YOU STUDMUFFIN WE'RE MEANT TO BE DON'T YOU RUN FROM ME

5. I have a problem with killing people on accident. I swear I don't mean to, but sometimes I forget my own strength and high five people through a building or fist bump them over the horizon. Totally unintentional every time.

Yay~ Now you know a little more about me! WOO, HIGH FIVE. Don't give me that look, DON'T YOU DARE LEAVE ME HANGING COME BACK HERE

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1. I'm a totally crazy pyromaniac who has burnt down countless buildings??? Meh, don't think those buildings were too important anyways.

2. I have an intense hatred towards needles due to spending a few years in a lab after being kidnapped from my rightful home. But all is good and well: I eventually burned the whole lab to a crisp. From what I hear, it was illegal, so no harm in that, right?

3. I've "died" too many times to count; but actually, I don't have a heart to keep me fuctioning. In place of that missing heart is what I like to call "the true flames of hell". When i died for the first time ever - by having my throat lacerated - the flames had just been stolen from hell, and upon the thief losing them sometime during his escape, the flames sought out a host. And that host was meeee. One of the only upsides to this is that the flames gave me the ability to shift into enraged and human form.

4. Breathing fire, man. It's pretty great. Although the smoke coming out of my nose when i sneeze can be pretty annoying.

5. Before they tested on me, i used to be a shiba inu. Long story short, when they tested on me, the stupid injected some freakin' syrum into my blood stream that caused a change in my fur colour an a spurt of growth. It also changed the colour of my tongue.

Five things about me huh?

1. People always think I have a problem because of my facial expression. They always tell me I look angry. I’m not. It's just... my face.

2. I strangely like to see people get drunk on the drinks I make. Nothing sick, it’s just, I like seeing all the crazy stuff people do. I myself would rather observe than take part.

3. I will always find a way to make your life miserable. As a friend. Everyone needs a little chaos here and there yeah?

4. Men are meat. I love meat. Therefore, I love men.

5. If you’re reading this right now I will fly to your house and burn it down… Just kidding! I’m a joker that way haha! Too bad not a lot of people see it like that.

Five things about me? Fine.

I'm the quartermaster of the Runaway Wave. We travel around the world and stuff. We're pretty cool. Except for the fact none of the others clean their rooms...

I require everything to be organized and clean at all times. I get really mad if it's not.

The gems on my head and shoulders are much more fragile than they're supposed to be. I don't know why. I don't really like fighting because of it.

My parents used to fight a lot when I was little. And I didn't have any friends. I'm glad they're not my friends, anyway. I don't need friends.

I secretly like bossing everyone around. I don't know why.

Was that five? I don't care, I'm leaving anyway.