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After doing some research (And not going to work due to pain) I've decided to toy around with the mulitple personality idea for Richard. Trying to work out the best way to handle it and if its something I want to pursue.

There are three ways to handle it.

1) Traditional disassocative identity disorder. This is what people generally think of when multiple personallities is mentioned. It is a disease usually caused by trauma in early childhood. In my admittedly limited research the requirements for DID is that there are at least two distinct personallities and there is memory loss between them.

2) "Healthy Multiplicity" Not all people with multiple personalities consider themselves to have a disease. In some cases there is mental communication between the personalities or in others the personalities write notes or keep blogs to keep each other informed. The personalities are fully developed people, not 2d dimesional stereotypes. I'll write the first senerio using this as a base as I'm finding the concept fascinating.

3) Instincts. The thrid way is not to do it at all. Richard merely has strong instincts and "Her" is merely what he mentally refers to when those instincts come into play. For example, Interaction with a prey species islander, Richard's feels himself start to salivate and him might think "Down girl!" to himself.

(OOC: So this is the harmonous multiple example. I'm doing this first due to the fact I've been thinking about this all day.)

Richard stood in front of his bathroom mirror working a steel comb through the black fur that covered most of her body. After working out a particularly stubborn knot at the base of her tail she gently placed the comb in a cup on the counter and spun around to admire the shine of the coat.

"I told ya I'd do it better." She said out loud, seemingly to the air.

"I'm afraid I have to concur." Thought/spoke Richard from a place behind his body's eyes but not in his body. The last few days had exceedingly interesting. Not to mention far less taxing as he no longer had to guard againist her intrusions every waking moment. He had enough to worry with out a mental mutiny.

As Richard was pondering his new alliance with himself and Rica was threading a "shirt" around their torso there was a knock at the door.

"Come on in Hon!" Rica called, tying the toga like garment around herself



Vez stood just outside Richard's duplex holding a covered tray of steaming bacon and sausages, a smug grin on his face. Woman can't resist breakfast in bed, he was sure. This would surely makeup for that little scene a week ago.

When He heard her call, he paused a moment, that didn't sound much like the sooty woman he was expecting. But hell, an invitation is an invitation.


Richard froze when they walked out of the bathroom and saw the over confident bachleor standing in the middle of their living room. Neither of them had been expecting HIM, they weren't sure who they had been expecting but he was in their space! They growled in unison and the tentacles lowered at him, ready to strike. Richard started to push himself back into the fore of the body, expanding himself into the limbs. He was surprised when Rica pushed him back out.

"Rica! What about our deal!" Richard thought fursously at his counter part are pushed back with a renewed effort.

"Just let me handle this. I'll make him go away." Rica replyed under her breath hope that Vez's hearing wasn't keen enough to hear her.

Richard mentally sighed, and relented. Wondering what he was about to do.

Rica forced herself to relax, letting the tentacles fall behind her back. She smiled a predatory, showing the whites of her teeth while thrusting out her chest just a little.


At first vez thought he was about to be attacked, with those creepy tentacles pointing at him like the barrels of a gun. Then she relaxed when she saw it was just the man of her dreams, or maybe she smelled the bacon. Either way it was a step in the right direction as he saw it. Her grin was kind of scary but he was sure that was just his imagination.

He countered with his own grin, "Oh hey Rich." Man was that a dumb name for a girl, "I thought you might like some breakfast." Gesturing to the plate in his still human hand.



"Oh that's so sweet of you." Rica cooed as she strode toward him, tail tracing the movement of her hips. She accepted the offered plate and desposited it on the desk next to him. Then she moved to embrace him.

If Richard was in control of his eyes they would be quite wide at the moment.



It was now Vez's turn to freeze in his trackes. Was this even the same woman? A twin sister maybe? As she stepped into his personal space the felt pickles on the back of his neck as his nose filled with her husky scent. The lynx in him screamed FEMALE! and his misgivings were no more.



Rica wrapped her arms around the foolish man and pressed him againist her body. "I'm so glad you came to visit Vez, she purred as she rubbed her muzzle againist his cheek. Then she whipped the tentacles around her body, their savage hooks biting into his buttocks, his jeans just preventing them from breaking the skin.



Vez drank in her scent and the press of her body excited him. Then came the feeling of a hundred needles stabbing into his butt. His eyes widened in shock and some pain, his entire body going stiff. He's suddenly aware that her claws are extended, pressing into his back.


Rica goes in for the kill, she uses her large sandpapery tongue to lick him from his jaw bone to his hair line. This same tongue can rip skin from flesh and meat from bone.




The Tongue is the last straw. It feels like a floor sander running over his face and it hurts! This lady isn't sexy, she's a monster! Vez thinks as he pushes away from her.



Rica lets him go. Swiveling the hooks in the club of the tenacles so they won't snare on his pants. She smiles at him as he stumbles back. It isn't friendly. "Aw I thought you wanted to play."



Vez retreats to the door, sputtering. "I'm not into that." He sneers. "b***h" he mutters as he escapes out the door.


Rica locks it behind him and then collaspes into that space behind the eyes, pushing Richard to the front.

"How was that?" she asked.

"You are almost as scary as my wife was." Richard conceded.