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Post by setsup on Oct 4, 2010 23:54:47 GMT -8
One small typo for a man... One giant deviation for Stitchkind. I WILL NEVER TRUST MY PHONE KEYBOARD AGAIN. IT MAKES THINGS LIKE THIS HAPPEN: This thread's for everybody, by the way - please to be adding evil twins to it~! Everyone should have an evil twin somewhere, it builds character-*BRICKED*
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Post by ╝ Sinner ╚ on Oct 5, 2010 10:31:30 GMT -8
THE REFERENCE PICTURE
THE REFERENCE PICTURE
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Post by ♦Jinxu♦ on Oct 5, 2010 11:32:32 GMT -8
sdghkl XD *has a laughing fit*
P-tan, you win at life. *pushes trophy to you*
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♒ eighteen
Ragdoll
[D3v:eighteen-twelve]
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Post by ♒ eighteen on Oct 5, 2010 15:29:50 GMT -8
8u ... dude ... does he has a British accent?
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Post by setsup on Oct 6, 2010 2:41:39 GMT -8
No, he has a rather sexy Southern one -_o
This thread's for everybody, btw. FEEL FREE TO ADD TO THE EBILS!
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D-Daaaaaadddyyy!
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Post by 17 on Oct 6, 2010 18:54:06 GMT -8
But..but all southern accents are sexy! D:
at least the ones I've heard ;3;
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Post by ~♥adverb on Oct 9, 2010 19:37:52 GMT -8
HOKAY SO WOLF IS A REALLY NICE GUY AND HE'D PROBABLY BEAT HIMSELF UP ABOUT IT LATER, BUT I THINK I MAY HAVE JUST PUSHED HIM TO CREATORICIDE. *preemptive flee from psycho-choke*
Number/Name: Attends by Lynx for business commodities and general being-of-a-prick
Number Placement: Swears he didn't get a number because he was too sexy for one (there is a telltale patch on his right hip, though)
Gender: Male
Years since Creation: Pfft like he'd tell you.
Date of Creation: August 10th
Alignment: Prospective Traitor (currently a Loner), but can't get over the little mental hurdle that is joining the Traitors means he wouldn't be able to mess with their minds. For someone who seems so on-the-fence about it, though, he seems awfully interested in hanging around the self-styled 'Fabricator Recruiter', though.
Height: 6 inches
Fabric: Polyester, mostly black, with white stripes on his sleeves.
Metal: Iron
Anomalies: Large zippers running from the edge of his 'sleeves' down either side of his body, as well as ones on his front that enable him to change forms.
Accessories: None.
Abilities: He shares Wolf's turning-into-a-skull-beast thing, but regardless of what form he's in, or where he is in changing from one to another, he still sounds the same and still speaks the stitchpunk language, mostly out of his apparent need to make annoying remarks about people while trying to kill/mess with them.
He can also bypass the whole turning-into-a-skull-beast-thing and just throw himself on the nearest person with his claws. Aside from fighting, he seems to have some fairly impressive tracking instincts, given he is a master of dropping in unnoticed until he opens his mouth and offends the nearest person.
Appearance: Lynx is a prick, and this is immediately apparent in the smirk ever-present on his face and how he watches everything with a calculating glint of "okay, so if I want to shoot this guy's plan to hell I need to..." Aside from that, he's rather normal looking, with a short mullet of shredded black shoelace, and fingers that have been painstakingly filed to razor points. The cloth has been stripped off of his legs, for the convenience of pulling out his larger skull beast legs when he needs to.
Personality: Calling it as it is, he's a smug prick. Lynx is convinced he's hot, just knows the girls want him, and would make the original Narcissus of Greek Myth look humble in comparison. On top of that he's egotistical and sadistic, loving nothing better than pushing people to the breaking point.
In reality, he's cracked on a fundamental mental level and trying to function with the broken, disconnected pieces, but tries to cover it up by hunting, pursuing, and forcing people to show him their worst, to watch people at their darkest hour, and tell himself that all those 'hypocrites mocking him' have problems too. He's prone to suddenly going into huge temper tantrums and then calming back down again at the drop of a hat.
Other Information: He is actually fairly good with the ladies usually, he just really exaggerates his being a smooth operator, which may or may not lead to the sheer number of times he's been slapped by 407; in the last year alone it has averaged out to twenty-five times per day, not counting the few times he's merited a right cross or a high-heeled kick to an exposed frame. (And yes 407 keeps track)
Theme Song: We Will Rock You (the version of the song by the band Five in particular)
AND ONE FOR 47, OH WHYYY *dies*
Number/Name: 407
Number Placement: Heart-shaped patch on her right side, with a jagged scar running through the middle of the heart, straight through the '0'.
Gender: Female
Years since Creation: 5
Date of Creation: June 2nd. She doesn't know the exact time. It bothers her.
Alignment: Traitor
Height: 8 inches
Fabric: Burlap, in black, storm gray, and deep blue in various patches on her body.
Metal: Copper, polished to a nice shine.
Anomalies: Blue yarn hair, tied in a neat bun and held in place with a whittled-down hatpin. She also has high heels on her feet.
Accessories: Aforementioned hatpin; she also has a neat white tie that she wears so as to appeal 'sufficiently appealing to certain parties'. She has managed to locate and re-wind a small pocket-watch, which she wears like a belt and is in the habit of consulting, usually to click her figurative tongue and say "Seven point one minutes past three. You are late, sir."
Abilities: Calculations. Extremely precise and accurate calculations. And she never. Forgets. Any of them. She also seems able to keep exact time without checking her watch, but does it anyway to be able to have solid, tangible proof that you committed the ultimate crime and forewent punctuality.
She rarely fights on her own, but when she does have to 'dispose' of an individual, she will take her good time to get to know them, and then find a way to string them up in an elaborate murder trap of some sort or another, usually baiting them in using one of their own character flaws and giving them plenty of time to contemplate whatever crime they committed before they actually die from it.
Appearance: Immaculate. Her fabric is clean, her patches are completely symmetrical (except for that nagging heart-patch, but ah well) and there is never a strand of yarn out of place, unless of course she's had a particularly tiring round of dealing with Lynx, in which she will be uncharacteristically mussed up. It doesn't help that Lynx insists she looks better with her hair down (for the record, that's number four on her List of Capitally Punishable Offenses, right under Lateness, the Proliferation of Filth and Bodily Contact, in that order)
Personality: Extremely prim and proper, almost all of 407's expressions seem to carry some variety of disapproval to them, as in "How distastefully kind of you," and "I find the fact that you are actually touching me an extreme social faux pas. Perhaps your processor is malfunctioning. Here, allow me to correct it for you. *SMACK*" Inversely, when someone gives her no reason to complain, she will simply offer up a razor-thin, icy smile and say "All is running smoothly." And yes, she's a hypocrite about the bodily contact thing.
407 is extremely OCD, fixated with probability, numbers, and the outcome of things, and, above all else, time. She believes that if anyone makes her wait for a scheduled appointment, or shows up even a few minutes late, they have stolen a slice of her time, and depending on the magnitude of the time difference, she will likely consider it grounds for execution. Her thought process works slowly, but extremely meticulously and efficiently, and consequently she likes to take her time with targets, learning every little tick and tock of the gears in their head, how they work, how they tick, and what would be their downfall, in the end, if they prove problematic.
The closest this ice queen ever gets to genuine emotion is, interestingly enough, around Lynx, and because she can't stand him. It doesn't help that she can hardly step out into the Emptiness without him showing up, and the fact that he may or may not be an ally for the Fabricator notwithstanding, there are a laundry list of diplomatic reasons why she can't set him up in one of her death traps.
Other Information: She has perfected the ability to look down her nose at things without actually possessing a nose. In her case, it's more a matter of peering indignantly at the offense in question over the rims of her optics.
Theme Song:Miss Havisham's Waltz- Lena Park
I REGRET NOTHIIIING *moar flee*
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D-Daaaaaadddyyy!
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Post by 17 on Oct 9, 2010 20:34:59 GMT -8
17's evil twin :U Number/Name: 28
Number Placement: His right arm
Gender: Male
Years since Creation: ???
Date of Creation: October 9th
Alignment: Lone - DANGEROUS
Height: 8 inches
Fabric: Cotton
Metal: Aluminum
Anomalies: White doll hair, a cross shaped scar under his right eye that lays on its side.
Abilities: Hand to hand combat, including a nice man-slap to a fight. You know, those slap fights with the gloves. And he likes to trip people with a long golden colored screw used in construction.
Weapon(s): A long, thin golden tinted screw.
Appearance: HAR YOU GO.
Is made of extremely dark colors, and he also has a white face like 17, but instead of dark gray/black hair, his is white. His stripes are in more odd places and they're opposite according to the color wheel (IE Orange is to Blue as Green is to Red)
Personality: He's a jerk. Jerk. Jerk. And, oh yeah, jerk. Did I mention he was a jerk? And a cracker of bad comments to try and be funny, but epically failing at it. He's also comepletely self conceited unless it's somebody he actually likes or cares about, but his way of life is "All for one and more for me." (Thank you, Tim Curry.) Easily confused, he's just a guy that's a bully and tries to be fancy or a ladies man, and again, he's not good at it. He's seriously accident prone.
Voice Actor: Michael Cera
Text Color: White
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Post by shio on Oct 10, 2010 1:17:27 GMT -8
Couldn't resist ^_^ Number/Name: 164 Number placement: Inside of her left wrist Gender: Female Years since creation: 5 Date of Creation: 14th of August Alignment: Traitor - with a human soul Height: 5.7 Fabric: Black silk Metal: Nickel Silver (An alloy of copper, nickel and sometimes zinc.) Anomalies: None. Accessories: A pair of dog-tags hung at her waist, the chain serves as a belt, on which she keeps a pair of small sharp knives fashioned from broken glass, some wire used for tying up victims, and steel wool for... other purposes. Also flint, and matches - anything to start a fire. She also has a long string of fishing tackle hooked into the right side of her head like an earring. Abilities: A knowledge of basic electric circuits, enough so that she can cause a current to run through the switch. Resulting in a painful shock or injury to anyone who turns it on. She has no ability to read, write, or count, and considers books as the best thing for a blazing bonfire. She has the ability to build a fire under just about any conditions. Weapon(s): Those mentioned above, and a wicked looking bastard rasp, mainly used to smash and crush due to it's size with little subtlety - as well as grating things to shreds. Appearance: 164 has a body of black silk, which is highly flammable and so her beloved hobby of playing with flames is also a dangerous one, and has resulted in multiple burns, scars and patch-jobs. She continues to use silk even when she has her skin replaced, perhaps she enjoys the danger that comes with it's beauty. She also has a long black ragged cloak that covers her eyes, so that she can smirk in safety as she leads her victims astray. The cloak trails to her ankles, and the hem has a collection of silver polished washers and fishing weights hanging from it to weigh it down - and to be used as a throwing net in emergencies. She usually has it wrapped around her in loops and folds, concealing her meagre size. 164 is extremely thin, not puffy at all and her skin lies close to her skeleton, as a result she can seem extremely wraith-like without her cloak. It's almost creepy, and works in her favor. Personality:164 appears carefree and careless, the definition of a devil-may-care attitude. However she is far from honest, or trustworthy, she derives a kind of pleasure from deceiving people. She is all too eager for a fight, amongst allies and enemies alike, she is well-known for stirring up trouble and sitting back to watch - or being in the thick of it, as is most likely the case. She is reckless, apathetic and hasn't a care for anything in the world, including herself. She takes advantage of all opportunities thrown her way without stopping to consider the wisdom of those choices. She does not believe she makes mistakes, the only mistake she will ever make - in her mind is the one that will lead to her death, and she doesn't think about that one. Beneath her smile, 164 is always plotting ways to make the upcoming fight as interesting as possible. It does not take much to provoke her into a fight, she has an extremely violent temper if people push the right buttons. Not exactly a good idea, unless you're fairly sure you can handle her, because nothing will stop her rising to a challenge, nothing. She considers a staring contest the beginning of a fight, though understands her opponent may not be willing to fight without cause, so she gives them a cause. Despite her thrill-seeking nature, she does not enjoy killing, sees it as a logical outcome of a particularly wild fight, but that's it. It's only amusing when people are on fire.She has a wicked sense of humor, usually Black Humor. Other information:164 takes especial pleasure in burning things, especially books. The first action she took upon awakening was to torch the building she woke in - a bookstore. Since then, nothing will give her better satisfaction than burning books - or her victims. She also has a special interest in 704, she is a curiosity, but this doesn't mean she would avoid hurting her if the situation arose... Text Colour: SlateBlue
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Post by 2ᵑᵈ To Last on Oct 14, 2010 23:00:35 GMT -8
pDd;; >D>;; You know I couldn't NOT do this. ((And actually I've played around with the idea before, so there are two version of Evil!twin 67 *cough* *cough*))But anyway~ Also I'm totally gonna get shot for the title- <KER-Shot>June- The Tomb RaiderNumber/Name: June 67The name "June" is derived from the month (though that was probably obvious), being the sixth month and also the month representing the roman goddess, Juno, queen of the Gods. June being, well... June, she thought it was a fitting replacement for her number, which she loathes, and thus started calling herself as such.Number placement: On her right leg, (though it has been purposefully hidden by yellowed bandages). Gender: Female Years since creation: 3 Date of Creation: October 31st Alignment: Rogue/Loner Height: 5.4 inches Fabric: Dark-gray polyester Metal: Copper Anomalies: It appears that, while having red-yarn hair to match, June has a ringlet of red embroidery thread going around her right arm, and red stitching around her wrists, and ankles, and down her back. Even curiouser, there is smaller black stitches that go down her front in the shape of a cross, spreading nearly from her pelvis to her chest. Curiouser and curiouser...Weapons: Liking to use her short height and thus low-center of gravity as a pivoting point, June carries around a sharpened scratchboard incising tool on her back, a fond object of hers she likes to call the "The Spade". Being made of wood and steel, the Spade's top-heavy design makes it very effective in causing a powerfully devastating impact, usually being able to tear most fabrics with one good jab, though it's same top-heaviness equally makes it very hard to maneuver and cumbersome in some regards. A string of purple beads is wound around the top, and another ringlet of bandages, glued to the shaft, make it very easy to grip, and thus easy to thrust at whatever need be. When her spear cannot be used for whatever reason, there is also a box-cutter blade attached to the belt on her waist, loosely attached by a leather string. If she needs it in a hurry she can tug it out of place and then use it on the nearest foe, a "back up plan" if she were ever in need of one. Accessories: Being a very "pragmatic" individual, June's outfits consists of two belts: one around her waist, for basic objects and for her box-cutter knife, and one around her left shoulder, holding up her Spade spear. There are also ringlets of copper wire that tie the belts together and keep her shoulder-strap tout against her body, as well as random copper bits to puts unusual objects (such as maps) on. On some part of her body (such as on the legs and her right shoulder) there are yellowed bandages put in place for an unknown purpose, but other than these things, her outfit is devoid of any real accessories or fashion items. In fact, she claims to find the idea of jewelry "gaudy," but secretly admires things like delicate mechanics and lace. Appearance: [That be some high britches thar.]Personality: Bossy, demanding, conniving, frivolous, and sarcastic- pretty much all the the traits one would hate to find put together, coupled with an utter disregard for her fellow ragdoll, make June, as she is called, one of the least pleasant ragdolls to be around at best, and a downright snobby b@%#& at worst. Unfortunately, it may be required for some to spend lengthy amounts of time with her, as she is one of the main suppliers of relic technology for the Shambles. Though she may seem charming at first, what with her quick wit and sophisticated accent, she won't hesitate to try and splice you in two the moment you cross her path. She seems to have undergone the same treatment at one point in her life, as the black thread down her front suggest, and despite what some of the more lecherous thinkers might believe, she acquired these scars very early on. It is revealed that, immediately upon waking, June had been subject to an "experiment" of sorts, of which her number is derived, and by which her hatred for her own number grew. In said experiment, they dissected her for study and then observed her, leaving her cut open and restrained for "Too sodding long," as she says. Rumors fly that the experience drove her partially insane, but she has replied with "Oh, I wish. I'm the only sane one in this damned place- it's driving me bloody bonkers!" Even so, there seems to be moments where she is on the verge of lunacy, especially if induced by a similar experience. Even if she is indeed as sane as she claims, the scarring experiment had left her with an utter hatred for humanity as a whole, and while this may be strange seeing as her occupation requires that she know much about them, she boasts that their death provided her with a great opportunity to take whatever she wanted without their kind reprimanding her for "stealing." Some may group her with the Traitors because of this, but while she detests most of stitch-kind as well as their human predecessors, she finds machines even worse because they were "their stupidest mistake," and thus only another thorn in her side. Luckily, with all this passionate rage pent up, she is able to very effectively does her job- pillaging and robbing the corpses of once dead humans- without a single thought of remorse or apprehension. Wedding rings, necklaces, valuable documents- If it's worth something, she's bound to find it, and she will get at it through whatever means possible. "Some may call my methods 'destructive,' " she claims with a silky smirk. "I prefer the term 'practical' myself." Other information:- Font= Georgia; Colour= Crimson
- Theme Song; Bossy Sins and Tragedies
- Voice Actor: Emma Thompson (Or Captain Amelia in this particular clip... because Disney is my crack whore. Though I also find this clip particularly hilarious because it features her male counterpart's VA, David Hyde Pierce [Doctor Doppler], and I think that if they encountered each other the conversation might go similarly >D>; )
- Originally had the basic, more masculine frame due to an "error" and later altered her stitching and voice box to be more feminine.
Now to do Good!Twin 199 oDo <Scuttle>
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