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Post by n o b o d y on Aug 3, 2011 6:54:23 GMT -8
Number/Name: 97, Angeric Number Placement: on his back Gender: male Years since Creation: 4 Date of Creation: August 22 Alignment: savior Height: 8 Fabric: cotton Metal: copper, iron hands Anomalies: arms are wrapped up to the hands, feet are very flat, different metal in hands - not fingers Accessories: red scarf he wraps around himself Abilities: knows his way around a needle Weapon(s): sharp fingers, but is more likely to try punching than stabbing, has heavy hands anyway Personality: The only reason Angeric prefers to be called Angeric is for the simple reason that to be called merely a number is somewhat insulting to him and he would rather be considered a name and not a statistic or whatever.
He has a somewhat strong sense of justice, which is why he is considered a Savior. If he sees someone needs help, then he will help them. He really just cannot leave someone to lay there and die. He has had unpleasant experiences in the past with people being ungrateful for this, as mild as being prideful and bratty to him to as bad as being violently upset that they even needed his help. Despite this, despite even telling himself that he needs to stop it, when he actually sees someone who needs help it is extremely impossible for him to hold any convictions against helping.
He hates the Rogues and he hates the Racketeers. Traiters are simply bad people but as long as he does not see them or hear about them then he is fine. But boy does he actively hate the Rogues and Racketeers. To him, they have no point. They're parasites. As a group, mostly, he is at least open-minded enough to recognize that there are people in both of them, but he has to try quite hard to do so. He will go out of his way to screw with them. He tries to do things to both of them and make either side think the other one did it. Hopefully they will kill each other off. As for the Loners, he thinks they are all pussies who either cannot decide who to hang with or cannot bring themselves to call themself a Rogue.
He loves jokes. Jokes and riddles. He has a mental resevior of jokes that he's attempted to memorize. Of course, he has not memorized every single joke that he has ever heard, but he is trying. He thinks that jokes, even the silly stupid ones, are like little rays of emotional sunshine. They have no reason to exist other than to amuse others, and that makes them special. He likes to share jokes and he likes to have jokes told to him. To him, they alleviate the boredom of living in a post-apocalyptic world. Heck, if someone throws a witty enough insult at him, he would love it.
He is very good at playing sentry. He can be like one of those soldiers in the red suit and tall black hats. For the record, if someone actually gave him this outfit, he would laugh his ass off and actually wear it. This does not mean, though, that he will go out of his way to be stiff and attentive and not move at all.
He can be very blunt and very honest. He hates it when someone starts telling him crap, complete and utter crap. He is not afraid to call someone out on it, even if it makes him look like a jerk. He really cannot bring himself to give a care. He will even call someone out on trying to do small-talk, though in that case he is a lot more polite about it. After all, a person doing small-talk is at least trying to have a conversation, and he recognizes that and appreciates the effort. This does not mean that he can always one hundred percent of the time tell when someone is lying. Just that he hates it.
Sometimes he can slip into very strong daydreams that leave him completely and utterly inattentive of the world around him.
TL;DR: Try telling him a joke or something :D
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Post by ♫ e s h e ♪ on Aug 3, 2011 17:03:27 GMT -8
........ /ACCEPT SO FUCKING HARD SHE BLASTS A HOLE IN THE MOON/
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