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INFO / PERMISSIONS.
OUT OF CHARACTER.
PLAYER: pel
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FORMATTING: i prefer prose but ill do whatever
BACKTAGGING: sure bro
THREADHOPPING: go for it
FOURTHWALLING: pls refrain.
CONTACT:
FORMATTING: i prefer prose but ill do whatever
BACKTAGGING: sure bro
THREADHOPPING: go for it
FOURTHWALLING: pls refrain.
IN CHARACTER.
NAME: Special Agent Shannon Moss.
CANON: The Gone World.
LANGUAGE: English.
AGE: Legally 28. Biologically in her ~40s and looks it.
HEIGHT: 5'6"
BUILD: Moderately athletic.
CANON: The Gone World.
LANGUAGE: English.
AGE: Legally 28. Biologically in her ~40s and looks it.
HEIGHT: 5'6"
BUILD: Moderately athletic.
AFFECTION: Not a touchy person, generally doesn't like casual touches, but probably won't say anything unless you're egregious.
SHIPPING: She's... got a lot going on right now. Not strictly opposed, but it's not my priority either; let's see how things shake out.
VIOLENCE: I'm always up for it, let's go. I want to discuss if there's a likelihood of serious damage / injury / death, but Moss is pretty fucking scrappy and has self-defense training.
TELEPATHY: Go for it!
PHYSICAL INFORMATION: Missing her right leg just above the knee; has a relatively high-tech mechanized prosthetic. It fits seamlessly in the leg of her pants, so it's really only noticeable because the 'foot' is grey-white plastic and roughly in the shape of a small hoof.
MENTAL INFORMATION: Depression! Religious iconography! Deep loneliness! Fatalism and determination feed off each other. Ask if you want more details, but Moss' mind is on a base level normal human, just with a few fun twitches. Her 'dreamscape' is an endless snowstorm filled with screaming people running in all directions; a few are crucified upside down but bloodless, hanging in the air without anything holding them up, fire shooting from their ankles and wrists. A second sun, a white hole, hangs in the bleary sky.
OPT OUT.
UNWANTED SCENARIOS: If we drift into a dark teatime of the soul, I'll let you know.
ADDITIONAL PERMISSIONS: I have a low level but deep phobia of bugs and transforming into bugs and eating bugs please don't make me deal with bugs.
ADDITIONAL PERMISSIONS: I have a low level but deep phobia of bugs and transforming into bugs and eating bugs please don't make me deal with bugs.
NOTES: Moss is from an alternate reality version of our past, so if some details seem 'off' about when she's from (the late 90s), that's on purpose.