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Post by matrixEscapist on Jan 30, 2014 21:18:52 GMT -5
Post your character bios here. The character must be a resident of Night Vale, unless they have special permission from me to be a resident of Desert Bluffs or a visitor of some kind. You need to give their name (if they have one), their species (if it's known), their age (if known), their appearance (if describable. If not, give best description possible), personality, strange tendencies/quirks (if any), likes, dislikes, occupation (if has one), and anything else you may think of.
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Post by Andrew on Jan 30, 2014 23:05:22 GMT -5
Name: Boberro Patricks Age:15. Or 35? Who knows? I mean, does it really matter? Species: Human. But Carlos says that he has a few unexplained strands of pumpkin DNA. Appearance: Boberro is, like all other Night Valeians, white. Not necessarily Caucasian, but definately white. He has light stubble ((that's the word, right?)) around his mouth and chin. He has dark brown hair, and one of his ears is clearly bigger than the other, but no one can seem to tell which. He's always wearing the same socks and jeans, but no one has ever seen him wear the same shirt. He never wears shoes. Boberro also looks a little bit like the tree that Jem and Scout Finch found all of Boo Radley's gifts in. That is, of course, when he can be seen. Other stuff: Boberro is the extremely homosexual illegal supplier of wheat and wheat by-products throughout the town. Now, I'm not trying to start any troubles here, but there's even a rumour that Big Rico buys wheat and its by-products from Boberro. On Sundays, Boberro stays locked up in his house up the street from John Peters's -you know, the farmer?- orange grove. No one is sure what exactly it is that he's doing, but it's probably something cool. And Satanic. If you don't listen hard enough around Boberro, you just might hear a strange ticking noise. But don't worry about it. Carlos says it is just a side effect of not existing quite enough. Finally, for your own safety, do not say the word "mustard" around Boberro. You can think about mustard around Boberro. You can describe mustard to Boberro. You can eat mustard around Boberro. You can even offer him a big bottle of mustard. Just do not, for the love of all that is holy and pure, do not say the word "mustard" around Boberro Patricks
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Post by matrixEscapist on Jan 31, 2014 0:44:39 GMT -5
Name: Diabla Coveney Age: When asked this question, is known to respond with, "We aaaaalll dieeeee. We aaaaalll dieeeee..." followed by high-pitched moaning. Species: No one is really sure. She appears mostly-human, but she is often spotted in the windows of Old Woman Josie's house. Never entering or leaving. Only inside. Also, it is thought that her face may have once been glimpsed under the hood of a hooded figure inside the dog park. But as the dog park does not actually exist, according to the Town Council, this observation has been ignored. Appearance: No one is sure what she looks like. She's been seen on multiple occasions and even has a few friends, but no one has been able to describe her. All they can say is that she has dark, dark clothes. Also, a golden chain around her neck. Other: A strange animal-like creature has been seen with her, usually on her shoulder, but occasionally on Josie's windowsill. People who have seen her say that she smells remarkably like the color red. They describe her smell as a deep, murderous scarlet, accompanied by the faint sound of hundreds of melons rolling down a hill in the distance. A hill which is both smooth and rocky all at once. It has also been noted that the sight of her is almost always accompanied by the taste of grape jelly and/or lemons. In addition, a low whistle may be heard in places she's recently been, which Carlos has stated is simply a side effect of not quite ever being where she actually is. Also, she has a severe allergy to the word cheese and the smell of a white-painted wooden bench just after it rains. No one knows exactly what happens when she encounters either of these things. No one alive, anyway...
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Post by hella geoff on Feb 1, 2014 22:20:36 GMT -5
Name: Robert Honeytongue Age: Unknown Species: Birdman? Appearance: A tall man standing about 8 feet and 3 inches tall, covered in west facing feathers that change color based off the day of the week, season, date since last dentist appointment, and correlation of the moon and sun. He does not have a mouth. Or eyeballs. Or arms. If he attempts to speak with you, lie down face first in the grass and wait until it begins to rain. If he is seen doing yoga poses outside your bedroom window, do not look into his eyeball sockets. He does not wear any clothes, except a small belt that appears to be sewn from human skin. Other: During his free time, he is often seen borrowing physically handicapped children in the play-ground and returning them days later with extra limbs sewn onto them. He is often seen bathing in the dog park, making sure to thoroughly scrubs his arms before disappearing for weeks at a time. Often times, he produces long tendrils from his spinal column, and begins whipping everything around him while humming violently and spinning in the air. He is often reported to be seen walking a raccoon on a leash, it is unknown whether or not this is a side effect of the hallucinogenic poison gas he emits from his toes. It's been confirmed that he is responsible for at least 14 deaths, directly or indirectly, he is reformed however, as he was recently given a 15 minute time out and a stern talking to.
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