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&dagger; <font color=#77643E>'''Not Much of a Talker''' -</font> Apparently mute.  Hears more than alright it seems.<br>
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<font color=#60A237>&#9762;</font> <font color=#77643E>'''Not Much of a Talker''' -</font> Apparently mute.  Hears more than alright it seems.<br>
&dagger; <font color=#77643E>'''Scavenger''' -</font> Need something that can't be found?  Trying to hide?  In a jam?  Call..  <br>
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<font color=#60A237>&#9762;</font> <font color=#77643E>'''Scavenger''' -</font> Need something that can't be found?  Trying to hide?  In a jam?  Call..  <br>
&dagger; <font color=#77643E>'''Moon Child?''' -</font> Goes by the moniker 'Thief of Tears' for his work with the Moon Court.  <br>
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<font color=#60A237>&#9762;</font> <font color=#77643E>'''Moon Child?''' -</font> Goes by the moniker 'Thief of Tears' for his work with the Moon Court.  <br>
&dagger; <font color=#77643E>'''Wrong Side of Everything''' -</font> No job, no voice, half sane, voided warranty.<br>
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<font color=#60A237>&#9762;</font> <font color=#77643E>'''Wrong Side of Everything''' -</font> No job, no voice, half sane, voided warranty.<br>
&dagger; <font color=#77643E>'''Graffiti''' -</font> He will personalize everything... whether the city wants him to or not.<br>
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<font color=#60A237>&#9762;</font> <font color=#77643E>'''Graffiti''' -</font> He will personalize everything... whether the city wants him to or not.<br>
&dagger; <font color=#77643E>'''The Madness''' -</font> Mom was hospitalized on and off.  They say it's hereditary.  You a doctor?<br>
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<font color=#60A237>&#9762;</font> <font color=#77643E>'''The Madness''' -</font> Mom was hospitalized on and off.  They say it's hereditary.  You a doctor?<br>
&dagger; <font color=#77643E>'''Monsters''' -</font> They are very real, and he will listen to you.<br>
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<font color=#60A237>&#9762;</font> <font color=#77643E>'''Monsters''' -</font> They are very real, and he will listen to you.<br>
&dagger; <font color=#77643E>'''Watcher''' -</font> It's inevitable, but the Bug will not hesitate when the dirty work need be done and things need to be evicted.  Quickly.<br>
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<font color=#60A237>&#9762;</font> <font color=#77643E>'''Watcher''' -</font> It's inevitable, but the Bug will not hesitate when the dirty work need be done and things need to be evicted.  Quickly.<br>
  
 
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<font color=#60A237>&#9762;</font> '''<font color=#77643E> Mortal: </font>
  
 
Is this guy still alive?  Guess so.  Were a narrator to describe him as 'unhealthy' it would be the understatement of the year.  His skin is pallid, pasty, and covered in tattoos and occasional bruises.  The violet circles under his eyes seem to pay homage to the heroin chic(tm) motif.  The punk stands over six foot, black hair carelessly spiked more from neglect than true purpose.  Rebellion might be a total accidental byproduct for him, really.  Layers and layers of clothes mark him as a potential hobo or escapee from a Vandals concert.  Proceed with caution...possibly Lysol.  And check your pockets to make sure you have all of your belongings.
 
Is this guy still alive?  Guess so.  Were a narrator to describe him as 'unhealthy' it would be the understatement of the year.  His skin is pallid, pasty, and covered in tattoos and occasional bruises.  The violet circles under his eyes seem to pay homage to the heroin chic(tm) motif.  The punk stands over six foot, black hair carelessly spiked more from neglect than true purpose.  Rebellion might be a total accidental byproduct for him, really.  Layers and layers of clothes mark him as a potential hobo or escapee from a Vandals concert.  Proceed with caution...possibly Lysol.  And check your pockets to make sure you have all of your belongings.
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What... the shit? No really what the hell IS this?! To begin with peoples limbs shouldn't bend like that- in fact they should have bones. Something. Period. Some might call him Sluagh, or Shatterman; others might call him pallid, clammy, and frighteningly unnatural. At least his skin has a healthy glow...no it's just faintly glowing (okay irradiated), with runic sigils branded to his skin filling in with the shadows off the Moon's mantle.
What... the shit? No really what the hell IS this?! To begin with peoples limbs shouldn't bend like that- in fact they should have bones. Something. Period. Some might call him Sluagh, or Shatterman; others might call him pallid, clammy, and frighteningly unnatural. At least his skin has a healthy glow...no it's just faintly glowing (okay irradiated), with runic sigils branded to his skin filling in with the shadows off the Moon's mantle.
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Sure there are scary things in the world- scary things that have the decency to blink or even have eyes instead of darkened sockets that seem to have black pitch weep from the ducts with floating points of light for eyes. Scary things that have the dignity to stand up and smile with sharp teeth or a charming smirk or something other than a gash of a skeleton smile that haunts the Darkling's face. Shifting shadows of his mantle crawl around him like an inky miasma (also likely just as unsanitary as the rest of him). The bug has spiked black hair, when not hidden by a shroud hood and many many layers seem to sprout two very long hairs- no, antennae, from his head. Under the shroud are layers of clothes can be found knives, cans of spray paint, and occasional insects crawling.  
 
Sure there are scary things in the world- scary things that have the decency to blink or even have eyes instead of darkened sockets that seem to have black pitch weep from the ducts with floating points of light for eyes. Scary things that have the dignity to stand up and smile with sharp teeth or a charming smirk or something other than a gash of a skeleton smile that haunts the Darkling's face. Shifting shadows of his mantle crawl around him like an inky miasma (also likely just as unsanitary as the rest of him). The bug has spiked black hair, when not hidden by a shroud hood and many many layers seem to sprout two very long hairs- no, antennae, from his head. Under the shroud are layers of clothes can be found knives, cans of spray paint, and occasional insects crawling.  
 
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Advice: Count your blessings, the cash in your wallet, and whatever of your nine lives you have and just avoid.
 
Advice: Count your blessings, the cash in your wallet, and whatever of your nine lives you have and just avoid.
  
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* '''[[Tom O'Leary]]''' - Bad cat?  Good cat?  He's the guy sitting on all the counters.
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<font color=#60A237>&#9762;</font> '''[[Tom O'Leary]]''' - Bad cat?  Good cat?  He's the guy sitting on all the counters.<br>
* '''[[Zillah Grimes]]''' - Our Lady of the Tabula Rasa; Patron Saint of Shadows
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<font color=#60A237>&#9762;</font> '''[[Zillah Grimes]]''' - Reminds me to breatheIs this real? Please be real.<br>
 
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* '''[[Cardinal]]''' - You never fail to help me find direction.
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* '''[[Ian]]''' - We meet againAnother time.  Another place.
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* '''[[Sophia]]''' - Knows the value of a good bug.  Don't let your generosity bite you.
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* '''[[Nathania Winters]]''' - Be ready to fly, Blackbird.
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<font color=#60A237>&#9762;</font> '''[[Ava Ardent|Ava]]''' - The things we don't tell people, pretty.  Nice cats.<br>
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<font color=#60A237>&#9762;</font> '''[[Damion King]]''' - Brother, in battle if not in bone.  We will put things back together.<br>
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<font color=#60A237>&#9762;</font> '''[[Dielle Henner|Dielle]]''' - Apprentice, now Sister<br>
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<font color=#60A237>&#9762;</font> '''[[Cardinal]]''' - You never fail to help me find direction.<br>
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<font color=#60A237>&#9762;</font> '''[[Haruki]]''' - Past me, you are the second chance.  You'll be ok, promise.<br>
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<font color=#60A237>&#9762;</font> '''[[Ian]]''' - We meet again.  Another time.  Another place. <br>
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<font color=#60A237>&#9762;</font> '''[[Sophia]]''' - Knows the value of a good bug.  Don't let your generosity bite you.<br>
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<font color=#60A237>&#9762;</font> '''[[Nathania Winters|Nathania]]''' - Be ready to fly, Blackbird.<br>
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<font color=#60A237>&#9762;</font> '''[[Paige]]''' - Partner in...anti-crime!?  Come on birdie, I got your back.<br>
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<font color=#60A237>&#9762;</font> '''[[Ting]]''' - Can't fix all the things, but I like that you try.<br>
  
  
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Latest revision as of 03:28, 16 April 2019



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Serious, WTF Just Happened?!


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      Everything was find until that one night when the sub-station went. Up till then he did everything ri- okay. He did everything kinda slip-shod and half-assed. He grew up in this iteration of reality which, well... we'll go with didn't get worse for him when everything was wiped out from under him. He was raised a shelter kid. Single mom, and occasionally lived on the couch of whomever she was sleeping with at the time. Great lady it's just... once people found out about her 'things' tended to go downhill fast. Even without his durance Robin's reality was riddled with unspoken horrors. He endured. That's really just what he seems to do: get by on nothing and thrive the less there is. He's like a fucking cockroach.


      That's what he is. A cockroach living off society.
After his durance things got strange for him. Some speculate in a way not all of him came back, or perhaps not all of him ever left. He's quiet, keeps to his own company and doesn't seem to mind that society sort of treats him as some dirty thing. I mean to be fair he was, and not the safest person to be around. Sometimes the best things you can do for others is just to stay away. The ever watchful and vigilant fringe.




There's Always a Reason

"The real events that have happened to me are fucked up, not my mind!"
– Adrien Brody in "The Jacket"

Not Much of a Talker - Apparently mute. Hears more than alright it seems.
Scavenger - Need something that can't be found? Trying to hide? In a jam? Call..
Moon Child? - Goes by the moniker 'Thief of Tears' for his work with the Moon Court.
Wrong Side of Everything - No job, no voice, half sane, voided warranty.
Graffiti - He will personalize everything... whether the city wants him to or not.
The Madness - Mom was hospitalized on and off. They say it's hereditary. You a doctor?
Monsters - They are very real, and he will listen to you.
Watcher - It's inevitable, but the Bug will not hesitate when the dirty work need be done and things need to be evicted. Quickly.




What you see ain't what you get

"You think I don't know you, Alexander?
I can look inside your memories, your nightmares, your dreams.
You're a man haunted by those two most terrible words: What if?"

– Über-Morlock - The Time Machine

Mortal:

Is this guy still alive? Guess so. Were a narrator to describe him as 'unhealthy' it would be the understatement of the year. His skin is pallid, pasty, and covered in tattoos and occasional bruises. The violet circles under his eyes seem to pay homage to the heroin chic(tm) motif. The punk stands over six foot, black hair carelessly spiked more from neglect than true purpose. Rebellion might be a total accidental byproduct for him, really. Layers and layers of clothes mark him as a potential hobo or escapee from a Vandals concert. Proceed with caution...possibly Lysol. And check your pockets to make sure you have all of your belongings.


Lost:

What... the shit? No really what the hell IS this?! To begin with peoples limbs shouldn't bend like that- in fact they should have bones. Something. Period. Some might call him Sluagh, or Shatterman; others might call him pallid, clammy, and frighteningly unnatural. At least his skin has a healthy glow...no it's just faintly glowing (okay irradiated), with runic sigils branded to his skin filling in with the shadows off the Moon's mantle.

Sure there are scary things in the world- scary things that have the decency to blink or even have eyes instead of darkened sockets that seem to have black pitch weep from the ducts with floating points of light for eyes. Scary things that have the dignity to stand up and smile with sharp teeth or a charming smirk or something other than a gash of a skeleton smile that haunts the Darkling's face. Shifting shadows of his mantle crawl around him like an inky miasma (also likely just as unsanitary as the rest of him). The bug has spiked black hair, when not hidden by a shroud hood and many many layers seem to sprout two very long hairs- no, antennae, from his head. Under the shroud are layers of clothes can be found knives, cans of spray paint, and occasional insects crawling.

Advice: Count your blessings, the cash in your wallet, and whatever of your nine lives you have and just avoid.




100 Names; Never His Own
-Rorschach -Rory -Rorsch -Rob -Robbie -Thing 2
-Buggy -Roach -Doodlebug -Shatterman -Inkblot -Blotto




Favours Old, and Fortunes Told...

"Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness.
It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift"

– Mary Oliver

Tom O'Leary - Bad cat? Good cat? He's the guy sitting on all the counters.
Zillah Grimes - Reminds me to breathe. Is this real? Please be real.


Ava - The things we don't tell people, pretty. Nice cats.
Damion King - Brother, in battle if not in bone. We will put things back together.
Dielle - Apprentice, now Sister
Cardinal - You never fail to help me find direction.
Haruki - Past me, you are the second chance. You'll be ok, promise.
Ian - We meet again. Another time. Another place.
Sophia - Knows the value of a good bug. Don't let your generosity bite you.
Nathania - Be ready to fly, Blackbird.
Paige - Partner in...anti-crime!? Come on birdie, I got your back.
Ting - Can't fix all the things, but I like that you try.


Logs

"But I won't cry for yesterday
there's an ordinary world somehow I have to find,
And as I try to make my way to the ordinary world
I will learn to survive"

"Ordinary World" - Duran Duran

  • (2017.03.06)
The Still and Silent
  • (2017.03.07)
Shatterman
  • (2017.03.09)
Meeting the Shatterman
  • (2017.03.11)
Harvestmen Meeting
  • (2017.03.13)
The Wedding Crashers
  • (2017.03.16)
Invasion of Cyclone
  • (2017.03.17)
What is a Snowprechaun?
  • (2017.03.19)
Beers for Silence
  • (2017.03.19)
Turtles On Top of Turtles
  • (2017.03.20)
Spring Crowning 2017
  • (2017.03.25)
Decades Dance Party
  • (2017.03.28)
Field Trap
  • (2017.03.28)
Sometimes to the Best of Us
  • (2017.03.29)
Bugs' Luncheon
  • (2017.04.03)
April Foolery
  • (2017.04.05)
The Memory Nana Has
  • (2017.04.06)
Like a Blister in the Sun
  • (2017.04.14)
The One Where Dreams Make You Too Happy
  • (2017.04.21)
First Day At Kip's Bookstore
  • (2017.04.26)
Another One
  • (2017.04.27)
End of Endurance
  • (2017.04.27)
PrP:Thudlump the Thinker
  • (2017.04.28)
April Court 2017
  • (2017.04.30)
Coffee At Cafe
  • (2017.05.02)
Alonso and the Freehold
  • (2017.05.02)
May Parlor Poetry Reading
  • (2017.05.04)
Schizophrenia and Prayer
  • (2017.05.09)
Where the Sky Ran Red
  • (2017.05.10)
The Silence of Oberon
  • (2017.05.14)
Scavenger Scavenger Hunting
  • (2017.05.18)
Because Raymond K. Hessel
  • (2017.05.18)
Red Skies
  • (2017.05.22)
May Court 2017
  • (2017.05.24)
Red Skies Redux
  • (2017.05.30)
Breaking Bug
  • (2017.06.02)
Kerrigan Memorial
  • (2017.06.06)
Sunshine and Unhappiness
  • (2017.06.22)
Harvestmen Training Jun 2017
  • (2017.06.24)
Nite Brite - Unexpected Visitors
  • (2017.06.29)
3 Little Piggies Go To Market
  • (2017.07.04)
Hedge Trip
  • (2017.07.10)
Who Watches the Watchers?
  • (2017.07.31)
Broken Dolls: Consulting The Experts
  • (2017.08.10)
Broken Dolls:Talk at Glimmerdark
  • (2017.08.13)
Broken Dolls: Here Comes The General
  • (2017.09.25)
First Court of Autumn
  • (2017.09.28)
Talking To The Watcher-Elect
  • (2017.10.03)
Harvestmen Meeting: October 2017
  • (2017.11.03)
PrP:Thudlump Goes Home
  • (2017.11.05)
Second Court of Autumn
  • (2017.11.06)
Night of the Black Hunt
That's the guy


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Rorschach

Robin Vasily Hasek
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      "Everything we know is a lie.
A beautiful, beautiful terrible lie."


the pulse
Appears As: Rorschach
Played By: Nicholas Hoult
Birthdate: Feb 29th
Apparent Age: Late-20s
Occupation: Graffiti Artist/Vagrant
Virtue: Generous
Vice: Paranoid

Wyrd: 7 (High Wyrd warning)
Seeming: Darkling
Kiths: Tunnelgrub, Shadowsoul, Roteater
Court: Moon Court
Entitlementr: Family of Silent Nights
Keeper: The Borrower


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the big score

Moby - Porcelain

In my dreams I'm dying all the time
As I wake its kaleidoscopic mind
I never meant to hurt you
I never meant to lie
So this is goodbye
This is goodbye
Tell the truth you never wanted me
Tell me
In my dreams I'm jealous all the time
As I wake I'm going out of my mind
Going out of my mind


Queensryche - Silent Lucidity

There's a place I like to hide
A doorway that I run through in the night
Relax child, you were there
But only didn't realize
and you were scared
It's a place where you will learn
To face your fears, retrace the tears
And ride the whims of your mind
Commanding in another world
Suddenly, you hear and see
This magic new dimension
I will be watching over you
I am gonna help you see it through
I will protect you in the night
I am smiling next to you,
in silent lucidity


"Come Undone" - Duran Duran

(can not forgive from falling apart at the seams
Can not believe you're taking my heart to pieces)
Oh, it'll take a little time,
Might take a little crime
To come undone now
We'll try to stay blind
To the hope and fear outside
Hey child, stay wilder than the wind
And blow me into cry
Who do you need,
who do you love
When you come undone?


"Caroline" - Concrete Blonde

Like a memory in motion,
You were only passing through
That is all you've ever known of life,
That's all you'll ever do.
There's a dream I have where I sail away;
Looking back I wave at you,
And I wave goodbye
In another life I see you
As an angel flying high,
And the hands of time will free you
You will cast your chains aside
And the dawn will come and kiss away
Every tear that's ever fallen
From your eyes
Behind those eyes,
I wonder
Oh Caroline
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