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Name: Yvv Rn Nn AnnYv.
Age: NNN.
Gender: NNN.
Race: Amn Astudi Nn noyApsa (Some kind of facebird relative. Pronounced 'Ayn Aytul Ahn-nu-atza).
Height: 33.333period.
Weight: Less than one tonne.
Alliance: Her Imperial Majesty's Royal Bureau of Weights and Weathers.
Power: Brings forth a random object through space and time that usually defies possibility, probability, and plausibility.
More typically, however, summons any number of Facebirds to do any number of things for whomever. Particularly useful when in need of a Facebird(s).
Weapon of Choice: A Chiappa Rhino revolver in a mysterious place or, alternatively, anything not 'nailed down.'
Skills: An exceptional marks(wo)man, mediocre scribe, and betuvial receiver.
Fatal Flaw: Any small series of indeterminate movements in unsettling. Unsettling to the point of fits. Fits so fitful, if one is not careful, one may perish outright.
Will only go down roads eastwise or westwardly. Makes travel by foot a bother in a particular hurry.
Sexuality: NNN.
Relationship Status: NNN.
Likes: Facebirds, colours starting with the letter Upsilon, and people who pronounce the word 'show' as 'shoe.' Most abruptly, however, are the words 'however' and 'particularly.'
Dislikes: All of the above.
Background: Highly impoverished. Born in 'Wonderland,' district 232, block 14, lower residential district in between a series of buildings that produced nothing more than fateful children's shoes. No'one knew what that was, what they were, or what either meant, as not a one was sold. One can only assume they were some sort of illegal pin needle-smuggling ring disguised as a fateful children's shoe manufacturer.
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But suddenly, Yvv found herself (or himself) to be a young.. Person. And began (really began!) his (or her) life as a personish person in Her Imperial Majesty's Academy, finding work as a reprinter in the perodicals ward of the Great Hall alongside a small hoppling, of whom she (he?) did not know the name. In his words, "The wage was negligible and the work monotonous." But the position held one great advantage for anyone wishing to join the ranks of Her Majesty's Service: Due to an archaic scheduling conflict between the Academy Scheduling Committee and the Order of the Internal Times and Records Union (The origins of which are still, to this day, unknown), there persisted a one-hour-and-twenty-seven-minute gap between the beginning of student curfew and the proper closing of the Great Hall. That is, there, each evening, in the academy, was a brief electrically lit-twilight in which-
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-but it was not so, and for those reasons, Yvv, with his (yawn) adeptness at speedily copying down a full page of paper (That led to an inability to fully read a page, a paragraph, or even a single sentence before her (sorry, what now?) hand finished one leaf and moved on to the next), brought her prospects to things not revolving around scribing, and into something more useful. Useful not being a term that commonly describes what that thing is, I go back, omit it, and rewrite; Brought her prospects to something completely made up.
Facebirds (Although this may be a made up thing, we all know what they are, and therefore I see no need on educating you on the beasts). Once her something-or-others were revolving around them, her (oops, I skipped one...) life kept moving with no real change.
Until things changed, of course.
Theme: Nocturne in C# Minor - Clara Rockmore
Other: Pardon my indeterminacy.
Not so Wonderful after all.
Neither Panty nor Stocking, not even damons.
 Zeda Ennd · Sat Dec 03, 2011 @ 12:28pm · 0 Comments |
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