Basically this is a quick guide to what is up with the identity in the Playful Pink Eyes roleplay.
PPE (The default name) is a new type of identity I came up with called an Emote, which is self-explanatory but still I will explain.
Emotes are Identities that basically are stuck in their emotional trait, more-so than normal identities. That doesn’t mean they don’t have other emotions, but almost all the time, even if the event is opposite to their emotion, they will most-likely stay in their normal emotion.
Example: Someone dies. Emote-Identity is a happy-type, and stays happy.
Most of the time, Emotes are the result of an identity who, after crash-landing, has the equivalent to brain damage, which sometimes also makes them slightly less smart, or really stupid.
Usually Emotes of this type are red-eyes (anger) or three-moods, but this rare identity got Pink-eyes (love). Why she got this specific emotion is the true mystery.
The Identity is playful, flirty, playful, clingy, playful, chipper, and playful… and playful… and pl- *shot for being a broken record*
Anyway, her mind basically revolves around entertainment, mainly the thrill of the moment, companionship, and happiness. Thusly, when something sad or negative happens, she isn’t able to comprehend it well, and usually only reacts if being attacked or if she sees someone being attacked.
In addition, because she is not very smart, she doesn’t usually talk, and when she does it’s very short. The longest word she’s said is “Attention” and even then she only says it once or twice.
She is not Anti or Iron Identity, but rather neutral, though she is a good identity in the end, simply childish and mysterious. Sadly, like Slender, she doesn’t know about her past really, or how she ended up like this, aside from some unpleasant flashbacks.
Hope that gave you a better idea about this new identity.
EAT PIE AND PROSPER
PPE (The default name) is a new type of identity I came up with called an Emote, which is self-explanatory but still I will explain.
Emotes are Identities that basically are stuck in their emotional trait, more-so than normal identities. That doesn’t mean they don’t have other emotions, but almost all the time, even if the event is opposite to their emotion, they will most-likely stay in their normal emotion.
Example: Someone dies. Emote-Identity is a happy-type, and stays happy.
Most of the time, Emotes are the result of an identity who, after crash-landing, has the equivalent to brain damage, which sometimes also makes them slightly less smart, or really stupid.
Usually Emotes of this type are red-eyes (anger) or three-moods, but this rare identity got Pink-eyes (love). Why she got this specific emotion is the true mystery.
The Identity is playful, flirty, playful, clingy, playful, chipper, and playful… and playful… and pl- *shot for being a broken record*
Anyway, her mind basically revolves around entertainment, mainly the thrill of the moment, companionship, and happiness. Thusly, when something sad or negative happens, she isn’t able to comprehend it well, and usually only reacts if being attacked or if she sees someone being attacked.
In addition, because she is not very smart, she doesn’t usually talk, and when she does it’s very short. The longest word she’s said is “Attention” and even then she only says it once or twice.
She is not Anti or Iron Identity, but rather neutral, though she is a good identity in the end, simply childish and mysterious. Sadly, like Slender, she doesn’t know about her past really, or how she ended up like this, aside from some unpleasant flashbacks.
Hope that gave you a better idea about this new identity.
EAT PIE AND PROSPER
Hercul retired from he warrior status to live on as one of the dragon elders.
Hercul is a very wise dragon with knowledge that no other dragon seems to understand besides his grandson, Drakero. He can be intimidating upon site, but he is actually a kind man. He loves to light incenses in his house, but dislike the taste of cherries.
Despite his age, and not being as good as he was in his prime, Hercul can hold his own in a fight. Like his son Almaldo, and grandson, Drakero, Hercul is freakishly strong. He can bench press up to 20 tons.
(In other words, Hercul don't play)
I have to use a friends computer to type this because my other one if filled with viruses....I wont be continuing the Virus9073-AD story until it's fix or I get a loner laptop from the library. So if you are reading it please forgive me for not sending chapter two yet. Also, I also curse writers block for getting me stuck on one particular part of the story so If I do get a loner, it may take me a little while to figure out something to write. I guess it's just school that stresses me out. Haha!
The bed wheels squeaked on the floor. Was windy awake? She couldn't be sure. Oh god... was she dying? NO. She couldn't give up now. not with so much on the line. The wheels seemed to squeak even louder, ringing and ringing, until she could hear nothing but the bells of hevean in front of her face. This was the end, wasn't it?
Suddenly, spike appeared in front of her, and splashed a bit of water on her face.
"You okay?" he asked.
"no...no what's going on?"
Spike gave no answer. He nodded at kitty to signal for her to leave and get to the escape route.
"We're only trying to help, Windy."
He picked her up from the bed and sped off into the distance. The other three were waiting outside as they placed her in a van. After that, everything went black.
Suddenly, spike appeared in front of her, and splashed a bit of water on her face.
"You okay?" he asked.
"no...no what's going on?"
Spike gave no answer. He nodded at kitty to signal for her to leave and get to the escape route.
"We're only trying to help, Windy."
He picked her up from the bed and sped off into the distance. The other three were waiting outside as they placed her in a van. After that, everything went black.