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 Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2016 4:34 am
 Name: Michael Kidder Nickname: Kidder Age: 20 21 Birthday: March 18 Sign: Pisces Gemstone: Aquamarine Blood Type: B Fav. Food: The kind that’s not moldy. (:Facepalm smile : Food produced using fungus, like bread, beer, and some (but not all) kinds of cheese are not under this flag. Food that you pull out of the fridge and find that it is no longer the color you purchased it in and may or may not need a shave or an discourse on setting up it's new civilization does count as 'moldy'.) Hated Food: Wax food. He doesn’t want to talk about it. School: Destiny City University Hobbies: Animal Care: As often as he can get a weekend out of the more densely populated part of the city, Kidder will go out and spend the weekend on his great uncle's family farm. It’s filthy. It’s smelly, there’s lots of interesting stains and odors that come back with him, but he honestly enjoys mucking out stalls and handling animals. The closest he gets at home is their semi suburban backyard and a couple of Easter Egger chickens. (The neighbors have decided that the novelty of fresh… potentially pastel colored eggs does its part to make up for the interesting aroma and noise from the coop.) This failing, he also spends some volunteer time at a vet clinic, helping out and getting some credits. He’s debated if he wants to go to Veterinary school, but he’s not sure he wants to deal with the pet OWNERS as much as he wants to deal with the pets, but if he did, he thinks he’d like to specialize in birds, especially tropical birds, like his rescued Conure, Boudica, as many people don’t realize the degree of special needs these intelligent birds have, or how long some of them live. Flirting: Although unlike some of his friends, Kidder’s flirting is generally pretty empty, (He’s more interested in connections on an intellectual or emotional level, though he’s been known to have unrelated flings for his own entertainment), it doesn’t stop him, and no one is safe… well… almost no one. People who look scared and retreat or who actually ask him to stop, or who he knows in advance might suffer from his little game, are safe, but if you’re just annoyed, or if he thinks you’re a jerk and really wants to keep annoying you, he will pull out all the stops, and the horrible pick up lines. He likes it best if people flirt back, because it’s all in good fun, right? Virtues: Outgoing -- Kidder is an outgoing, social type, good at blending in with the crowd when he feels like it. He has a certain skill in at least superficially adopting the traits of certain scene types, even if it doesn’t always go deeper than that (for example; his taste in shirts, even though he doesn’t follow Hockey). He has an easy, infectious grin, and a devil may care attitude that can make him easy to hang around, and he does seem to generally mean well. He’s not shy, and will be one of the first people trying to break an awkward silence with a joke or an introduction. Generous: For all his flaws (and they are notable and many), Kidder is actually pretty generous, with his time, his money, and most of the other things he has to offer… at least as long as you can put up with the flaws that go with it, he’ll be happy to give his friends the shirt off his back, or at least one from his closet. Granted if he doesn’t like you, it might be a loud neon hawaiian print he found somewhere and kept just for such an occasion, but you’ll still get the shirt when you need it. Flaws: Proud: Although one of Kidder’s favorite phrases is “Just kidding” and frequently he’ll crack a few jokes at his own expense, running down his abilities, his appearance, or what have you… he doesn’t actually expect you to agree with him. Actually he’s usually rather shamelessly fishing for the opposite, because he thinks he’s attractive, and more importantly... smart, and wants to know that others know it. He loathes being wrong, or insulted, and can stew nearly endlessly on the matter. He still sulks every time certain friends in the know make any jokes about wax fruit. It was convincing, ok?. Pranks and Jokes: Kidder sulks, and then Kidder takes it out on people, frequently in the form of pranks… and his sense of humor is even at the best at time, all too frequently at the expense of others. Usually it’s harmless, salt in the sugar bowl, shorted sheets, car full of ping pong balls… but sometimes it takes it up a notch, and can be outright mean, depending on his mood. Hell, his tendency to ‘forget’ to tell people that his pet parrot defies the reputation of most Conures (Friendly and social) and bites frequently and -hard-, (He has even been known to encourage people to try and pet her, especially if he’s trying to discourage them from the idea of ever owning a parrot, or if he’s just… bored…). He knows it’s mean, it’s just a matter of getting him to -care-. After all, if you can’t see it coming, he’s doing you a favor in teaching you to be more observant… right? Anyway it was a joke. Can’t you take a joke?? PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION Eyes: Ombre Violet-to-Navy (*points at Shan for blame* 83 ) Hair: Chocolate brown, straight, worn long and partially tied back. Face: Oval, but broken up slightly by a stronger edge along the back of the jaw. Tends toward a perpetually amused or smug expression. Neatly trimmed beard that makes him look a little older and high, cleanly defined cheekbones. Skin tone on the tan side, no one origin, but very clearly mixed genealogy even if the mix isn’t entirely obvious. Notch or scar on one ear that USED to have an earring there before a particularly irritated Conure took offense, but other piercings in the ears remain. LINK ← guy on the left. Also Featured: Lucas Hayes Clothes: Chunky bead and cord bracelets and necklaces, slightly loose washed out jeans and heavy boots or hiking shoes in black or brown, likes wearing oversized hockey jerseys for various teams. Clunky or interesting rings equally possible. (Very open, varied fashion sense, so add or subtract details at whim.)
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2016 4:36 am
You remind me of the Babe... the babe with the power[Once there was a small but Verdant Wonder, known for it's welling springs, green fields and lush forests... an unremarkable place for the most part, though it's once knight could tell you frustrating stories about being caught up in the ridiculous wars of people far too obsessed with swords in rocks...
That place was Nether Wallop. While not yet awake... those charged with this wonder will yet find themselves once again wondering how they've got caught up in yet another mess.
Page: A shepherds crook. The wood is weathered and old and looks like it's seen better days.Squire: Squire: A newer, glossier crook, now slightly ornamented with a leather wrapped grip and maybe some wildflowers.
-Magic: Nether Wallop raps his stick on the ground: A small pool of water appears, from the end of the staff, as though welling up from a spring (but is in fact coming from the staff, the ground remains undamaged. Local plants may seem healthier afterward.) Characters friendly to Nether Wallop within an 5foot radius experience an effect best described as 'pastoral'. It does not heal but it may help sooth frazzled nerves and allow people to clear their heads and think more calmly and rationally. Characters who dislike or want to harm Nether Wallop do not receive this bonus. Duration: 45 seconds
Knight: Particularly lovely Shepard's Crook with flowers. Who needs a Shepard's Crook this pretty, seriously? Is this the luxury model? If so -why-.
-Magic: Similar to previous stage, Nether Wallop strikes the ground and an spring wells up from the base of the staff, forming a small pool, around the spring, for a 10 foot radius matching the magic, local plants seem to thrive more, and in other areas, new plants do their best spring up through pavement cracks or any other place they can find purchase. (In areas heavily influenced by order these will be lovely and or plants associated with medicine, but no instant-healing magic. In areas heavily influenced by chaos (such as corrupted ground) either nothing will happen or potentially, you'll end up with a charming array of unpleasant and or poisonous things. Don't touch the thing. Just don't.) As with previous magic, Friendly characters to Nether Wallop experience a pastoral calm in this area, while characters who wish harm on or dislike Nether Wallop receive no benefit at all. Duration: 60 seconds total
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2016 4:38 am
People who May or May not hate me- Civilians----------------------------- Dawn DeLumos (Neighbor) Sweet kid, kind of literal, likes animals, but then, most kids do. Lucas Haynes-(Friend with off and on benefits) PoweredStellerite: I dunno... she ripped out Lucas' starseed. She put it back but she also hit me in the face with a lanyard. It was like the saddest looking combat that ever existed, but I mean... so that happened. Gadolinite: Laverna: Smoking hot... poses like she's modeling for one of Black Cats cameos in Spiderman. Crazy man... just crazy. Also hot.
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2016 12:01 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2016 4:30 am
cat_blaugh cat_stressed
X-files is serious business, you should know.
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Growth Recs to Squire:
SOLOS:
[x]-[x]-[x]-[x]-[x]-[]-[]-[]
BATTLES:
[x]-[x]-[x]-[x]-[x]
REGULAR:
[x]-[x]-[x]-[]-[]-[]-[]-[]
AND 13 RPs (AT LEAST 5 OF THE 13 RPS MUST BE BATTLES)
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2016 4:32 am
twisted Either roll with the punchline or be rolled by the punchline.... twisted
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2016 4:36 am
dramallama I beleive in other people learning from their mistakes... while encouraging those mistakes... then laughing... dramallama
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2016 4:37 am
cool Some people are cat people, some people are dog people, I'm more bird people. a*****e birds that peck and bite specifically. ... I have been called the Bird Man... possibly because some people wish I were in Alcatraz. cool
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2016 4:39 am
cat_razz Arguably I do have something in common with cats, we both hear 'don't do the thing' as an excellent reason to do the thing and see what happens. cat_razz
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2016 4:40 am
heart I am pleasantly surprised by the fact more people haven't punched me. I would probably punch me. heart
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2016 4:41 am
ninja It has occured to me that when people say 'don't be that guy' I might be the 'that guy'. ninja
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2016 4:42 am
xd I haven't got a clue what I'm doing but it'll be a hell of a lot of fun to find out, won't it? xd
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2016 4:43 am
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2016 4:50 am
Machines beeped patiently, and indifferently, but Michael Kidder, did not respond, mostly because the actual soul of Michael Kidder, just Kidder to his friends, acquaintances, and possibly enemies, was not at home. Hadn't been for roughly a week.
The initial suspicion, when he'd turned up at a bus stop outside the Park, had been perhaps drug related. He'd lost a friend once, to an overdose, and it had not been inconceivable that he'd tried to drown his anger over it with something similar...but there had just been no evidence to support it. All tests came back clean, save maybe a whisper of nicotine (He smoked occasionally) but he simply... wasn't home.
His Rescued parrot was staying with the same friend who had spoken up for him, mostly thanks to a set of fireplace gloves (Boudica liked to bite. Boudica bit people like most creatures breathed...) and also because his father, already at the limits of his emotional endurance, couldn't stand to look at the thing. Not when his son had last left the house to buy her new toys.
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A week ago Thursday
He had one half of his ear buds in, nodding along to the song it was playing. It was growing dark, and he needed to get home, but the Bus would get him there faster than if he walked, and Bodi was probably, in her odd little brain, anxiously waiting for a new toy to patiently decimate.
She wasn't the largest parrot, but she could be patiently destructive, and her toys had a limited shelf life as a result, even the ones she really liked. He thought she'd like this one, with the Sisal and the bells and blocks. It wouldn't have even taken him so long if he hadn't also stopped by the graveyard with some flowers for her
He would have liked a cigarette, but when he reached for the pack it was empty, and he crumbled it up in annoyance and hurled it at the trash can. It missed, bouncing off the rim and landing at the feet of a stranger, who toed at it with her boot, then kicked it sharply into the street.
He scowled at it as it bounced into the street, in which there was still no sign of the bus, and then turned back to her, raising an eyebrow in judgement.
"The trash can was right there he pointed out, not planning on jogging into traffic after the trash.
"You're the one that threw it." She pointed out, smiling. She wasn't... conventionally attractive. A little square around the edges, she looked like she might lift, and her tousled hair was considerably shorter than his own, but he found her confidence appealing, but the smile...
The smile was somehow just a little off putting.
"Fair point."
He leaned back, putting his arms behind his head as the ipod shifted songs, thought better for a second and moved over the bag of parrot toys, just to be considerate. The bag didn't take up a great deal of room, but there were more entertaining ways to bait people than taking up too much space.
"Aren't you out a little late?" The stranger asked, coming closer, and sliding onto the edge of the bench, as though she planned to spring up again at any moment. It was hard to tell if she planned to jump him, or if she thought he was going to jump her. Even if he'd been so inclined, he was pretty sure she'd have put him in a headlock and maced him. She looked like she might have mace somewhere in that outfit, it had enough small pockets.
"Aren't you?" He challenged back. This had more potential than just leaving his stuff in her seat. He wanted to hear her answer.
"Maybe a bit, but I like shopping around this time of day."
"Not a bad time, if the places you're going are still open." He admitted. It was kind of relaxing, things were quieter, if only because many had hunkered down at home, or a bar, nervously clinging to the idea that they were somehow safer from the dangers of Destiny City.
"So what are you out shopping for?"
He couldn't resist asking; or rather, he didn't try. She had no bags, just that strange bit of fashion choice that looked like... like a set of Army Surplus fatigues had a baby with a goth biker outfit; not even a purse or backpack. Just all those pockets.
She grinned. Her smile was just a hair shy of even, just a little imperfect enough to have more character than a sponge commercial, but it had the same, unsettling effect as her earlier, close lipped smile, and he found himself half consciously reaching for the handle of his pet-shop bag. The bus had to be here shortly right?
"Souls." She answered, and laughed. It was a genuine laugh, as though she were making fun of herself, and he relaxed just a hair, because it was legitimately a ridiculous answer. Maybe she was one of those types that pretended they were a vampire. She'd probably renamed herself Morticia Bathory or something.
"Souls? Seriously? What you're gonna hand me a 'come to Jesus' pamphlet or something?" He laughed too, because it was bizarre, and it was funny.
She didn't dress the part but maybe they were getting smarter. Like... everyone knew to lock their doors when people in immaculate white shirts and black ties showed up smiling vacantly and holding pamphlets and Bibles. They'd never see her coming. He hadn't.
He almost didn't notice that she'd stopped laughing again, but she was still smiling as she scooted a hair closer, brushing at her bangs.
"Not exactly." She said; and struck.
He always assumed, that if anyone attacked him, he'd have the time and presence of mind to do something. He'd been in fights, he'd broken noses, he'd had his broken once, and two ribs besides, as well as his own knuckles finding out that punching someone in the face was a lot stupider of an idea than the movies made it look... but this...
This was different. She was fast, like looking up and seeing a bus bearing down on you, but the bus was her, and the distance between them was small in the first place, and then everything hurt, more than he'd ever been hurt before, in ways that somehow surpassed nerve endings. She tore something out of him with rough hands and little concern, and let the lest of him fall...
And he fell out of the world, and it was cold.
She stood up with a sniff, turning the flickering green stone in her fingers, and then stored it, careful not to fracture it. It was like trying trying to keep a grip on a humming bird without damaging it, at least until they were ready to use it. It fluttered warmly, before it was dismissed, and she reached down again to tug the ipod out of his pocket, unplugging the headphones.
She didn't really have an interest in other peoples earwax, but she kind of wanted an ipod.
"s**t taste in music." She muttered, and pocketed it. Didn't matter. She'd purge the data and start fresh. It was a pretty good night for shopping after all.
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A week later, Knights and Senshi infiltrated the Negaverse stronghold of the Rift with help of a mysterious being. While there, they retrieved a piece of the knights Code... and a myriad of stolen starseeds. Five were able to be returned to their owners. Michael Kidder was among those souls
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2016 2:20 pm
[RP] (unfinished) Ex Jailbirds-
Kidder goes to visit an old friend Lucas, who has recently gotten out of his own more literal incarceration, and they discuss things.
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