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sweatytyrantwhispers · 3 years

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Part 4 of things my friends do that make me love them even more:

- both rachel and cristine are artistically talented and i cant fucking wait to see them become famous doing the things they love (i know theyll becoem famous i believe in them tht much) (rachel has a great singing voice; cristine has a great singing voice, knows how to play various intstruments, loves acting, and can paint/draw amazingly)

-seth tells me some catchphraes his fav youtubers say whenever we talk

-none of my friends (nor I) knows how to react or what to say most of the time, especially when it comes to gift giving and compliments; we’re all oblivious and awkward people that don’t understand society

-andy messes up on what to say to customer service people when its evening/night time cus we usually go out around tht time but he’s used to sauing have a good day

-andy also hates intersections so he’ll pretend hes walking in the other direction (away frm the intersection), stand on the sidewalk and pretend hes doing something, or take a whole other route if theres a car nearing the intersection bc he says it feels awkward

-rachel’s favorite animals are dogs and raccoons so when i send her a post abt raccoons she gets rly excited and says she wants to hv a raccoon as a pet when she grows up. She also gets excited when i point out a dog to her in public (she cant see it cus no glasses but still excited by its genert presence)

-dina is scared of lightning so I always try to ask her if shes alright when theres a thunderstorm

-when we go to the park, rachel almost always tries to make tiktoks. We always end up interrupting and annoying her while she makes them though, sorta like our little routine.

-last time we went to the park, rachel ended up accidentally hitting meng and I directly on the face with the volleyball (its ok though cause im pretty sure we’ve ended up accidentally hitting each other with the ball at least once)

-when i got hit with the ball dina asked me if i was ok but as she moved towards me she went for the ball (we were playing monkey in the middle and she was one of the monkeys); its just funny and i love that our friendship is at a point where we could laugh about it and everything is fine

-i told my friends that i was depressed before going to the park to hang out w them. when i got there i kinda just sat on the ground looking through reddit with music on high. they all tried their best to talk to me and tell me funny stories (they said they overheard a group of kids talking about how they pantsed another dude) to cheer me up. Dina and Rachel both decided to give me a hug at the same time and i toppled over. Dina gave me a hug again. I love them so much

- Andy called me while i was in class to tel me to look at the sunset. Its something that both of us have done a few times because we both love sunsets and usually see them when we’re out. Its a small thing but it makes me love my friends even more.

-I was on voice call with Rachel on discord and she laughed then sent the group chat a link to a tiktok

-(not my friend but my mom) She knows that i hate it when things are thrown out when they’re still good or can still be repurposed. Someone brought flowers home for some reason (i forgot why) but she was putting the flowers in a vase one day. Some of the flowers broke off the bigger portion of the stem and couldn’t be put into the big vase but she put a bunch of them into a small container for me and gave it to me. I loved it even though we did hv to throw it out like a few weeks later.

-My friends and I were at Central Park and we were waiting for my two friends to finish up taking pictures. Meng and I were taking a short nap (him sitting down w his elbows on his legs and me w my head on his shoulder) while we waited. We also shared my earbuds to listen to my music. I was p sleepy so I was on the verge of sleeping my also sorta aware of what was going on (mainly cus we were guarding our stuff while everyone else was taking pictures elsewhere). I was doing that thing you do when you’re nodding your head while trying to stay awake/go to sleep. I kept on doing that until he eventually sat up a bit more and pushed my head onto his shoulder better

-Samir looked at a shirt with george washington on it and confidently said that was benjamin franklin

-Dina was talking about how she kept on eating shrimo and peanuts even though she has a mild allergy to it. Rachel and I were telling her to stop and tht we’re not bringing it to the picnic on sunday cus we dont want her dying. She responded, very confidently, tht she “hasnt died before”

-Samir calls dina “d-money”

-Rachel gave me a hug as an im sorry for taking so long. (I genuinely didnt care cus even tho they do take a long time i still v much love them)

-Rachel takes tiktoks and videos of us while we’re out

-Rachel and Dina both got v the excited when i wore a skirt out today because I usually dress more masculine

-A few weeks ago (i think) my friends and I were at the park. I was trying to do something to meng and tripped and fell on the park ground (the part where there’s basically a bunch of tiny rocks on/in the floor). Meng was also trying to do that thing where two people hold a person’s arms and legs and swing them back and forth with me but forgot that if you take someones legs off the floor with no one else holding my arms, i would fall head first onto the park ground, which i did. Both times I laughed at myself but everyone rushed to me while laughing. Idk why but it made me feel like I was ok and safe, even if i was in so much pain, srsly i couldve had a concussion.

- Rachel and I both got excited bc we both wanted to got to the same college

-I call andy when im walking home by myself at night (or when the route im taking doesn’t necessarily hv a lot of people of lights) and he just vibes with me (sometimes talks to me abt how i should b home) until i get home safely

-idk if i already put this but Andy and I have a safe word when we think there might be someone behind us following us at night bc one time when walking home we thought tht and used our now safe word to see if there was someone

-Rachel and Dina do this thing where they take their hand and go from the side of someone else’s body (where the arms are) to the bottom of their legs rly fast while theyre walking. They call it “full body stroke”. They shared it w me and now we do it to meng almost every time we go out. Sometimes we do it together (one person per side).

-While at Central Park there was a dude that was singing (he was rly good). He started singing “Lean on me” by Bill Withers and my friends started singing along with him.

-Rachel sent me a tiktok knowing full well that itd make me gay panic bc yk ✨w o m e n✨

-Dina, Alan, and I stayed out after everyone else went home cus yk they were tired. Dina and I decided to talk like white girls/pick me girls the rest of the night with their stereotypical voices. We laughed the entire time and created weird storylines including: Jessica (Dina), Olivia (me), Jayden (Jessica’s boyfriend and brother that created on Jessica with me and Nicole), Nicole (Jessica’s friend), Olivia’s dad (a convicted felon in all 50 states and is dead), Jessica’s dad (a lawyer that’s also running for president, and Alan (he was just roped into our bs and was there to act like the dude that we both wanted to have as our bf).

- When we were in the bathroom and washing our hands, Dina waited until after the other woman in the bathroom to leave before coming up to me and, in a discreet whisper, told me that the soap was what “good pussy sounds like”

- Rachel, Dina, and I saw a few cats on our way to meet up with Alan and we played w the cats for a bit before one of them said “pspspspsp come here alan” to one of the cats. We now do this frequently to each other even though we hate it.

- We have corrupted each other to the point where we cannot hang out without someone saying “that’s what she said”, something about Dina being white, “just like this dick”, and “deez nuts”. We laugh about it a lot

- Rachel and I are both reasonably out of energy both mentally and physically after our jobs so when I walked w her to a mall w the rest of her friends, we both walked silently with a bit of catching up cause we both understood how the other felt

-We had a water balloon fight today at work (Alan, Rachel, and I work together). Obviously, I took the chance to pop as many balloons over rachel’s head and dump water on her. She tried to spray me w water using a water gun though. Afterwards gave the towel i brought to rachel cause she needed it to change. It’s important to note that rachel has purple hair right now and that the towel was white. key word: was. The towel was now stained a light purple (I dont mind but damn)

- i made rachel a purple raccoon by crocheting it (purple and pink actually). I finished it yesterday (sunday) and gave it today to her at work (monday). I opened the door a bit and peeked my head in with the raccoon just below me in my hands. She was confused at first but then saw the raccoon and her eyes lit up. It was rly cute🥰🥺 to see her get excited. We both nicknamed the raccoon “pimp jr.” and i made a lil name tag/from to tag that said it.

- rachel likes to lip-sync to music shes either listening to or hears in store and sometimes does a little dance with it. Its so cute and I love looking at her do it because it reminds me of why I adore her. She also goes hard when it comes to singing at karaoke. Like damn her vocal range is astounding

- dina got so excited when i asked her if she wanted to binge watch all the twilight movies with me. She looked so cute cus its one of her favorite movies. ugh i love my friends.

-a lot of dudes have crushes on rachel and dina and the both of them usually just try their best to avoid the person or avoid confronting them. Idk why but it kinda makes me feel grateful that I’m close friends with them because I used to have a crush on both of them before when we first met. When I told them i used to have crushes on them they didn’t act weird about it or anything and we continued to be friends. I’m so fucking grateful I’m their friend despite my initial crush on them cause they’re two of them most amazing people I’ve met my entire life.

-rachel, meng, alan, and I went to go watch Shang Chi in movies. In the last few scenes (which were v tense btw) rachel nd I both got rly anxious and squeezed each others hands bc we were scared out favorite characters were gonna get hurt. She squeezed the fuck out of my hand to the point where I couldn’t feel it anymore and neither could she. I’m ok with that though cus I’m glad she finds comfort in squeezing the living fuck out of my hands.

-dina, rachel, and I have matching bracelets from hot topic and i see them wear it almost every time we hang out. Alan and I have a matching pair too but I dont think he’s going to wear it very much (issok tho).

-We went to karaoke yesterday and I dont know how I just realized this but while she’s singing, dina likes to move around a lot. It’s not exactly dancing but not particularly just moving around. Its kinda like that tiny thing ppl do when they’re alone and playing their favorite songs on blast. She’s so cute when she does it, esp because she seems so happy when she does it. Even though I absolutely despise Justin Bieber, I would play his songs over and over again on blast if it made her as happy as she has made me.

-dina and I like to go to the swings and blast “Happier Than Ever” with earbuds in (we share a pair for this) and she screams along to it for the second half

-it’s become a “tradition” for us to go to the swings (most of time) after we’ve done the initial things we already planned out because dina and I love the swings.

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scoutshonor56 · 6 years

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Light The World

Inaugural Address of President John F. Kennedy Washington, D.C. January 20, 1961

“We observe today not a victory of party but a celebration of freedom--symbolizing an end as well as a beginning--signifying renewal as well as change. For I have sworn before you and Almighty God the same solemn oath our forebears prescribed nearly a century and three-quarters ago. The world is very different now. For man holds in his mortal hands the power to abolish all forms of human poverty and all forms of human life. And yet the same revolutionary beliefs for which our forebears fought are still at issue around the globe--the belief that the rights of man come not from the generosity of the state but from the hand of God. We dare not forget today that we are the heirs of that first revolution. Let the word go forth from this time and place, to friend and foe alike, that the torch has been passed to a new generation of Americans--born in this century, tempered by war, disciplined by a hard and bitter peace, proud of our ancient heritage--and unwilling to witness or permit the slow undoing of those human rights to which this nation has always been committed, and to which we are committed today at home and around the world. Let every nation know, whether it wishes us well or ill, that we shall pay any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, support any friend, oppose any foe to assure the survival and the success of liberty. This much we pledge--and more. To those old allies whose cultural and spiritual origins we share, we pledge the loyalty of faithful friends. United there is little we cannot do in a host of cooperative ventures. Divided there is little we can do--for we dare not meet a powerful challenge at odds and split asunder. To those new states whom we welcome to the ranks of the free, we pledge our word that one form of colonial control shall not have passed away merely to be replaced by a far more iron tyranny. We shall not always expect to find them supporting our view. But we shall always hope to find them strongly supporting their own freedom--and to remember that, in the past, those who foolishly sought power by riding the back of the tiger ended up inside. To those people in the huts and villages of half the globe struggling to break the bonds of mass misery, we pledge our best efforts to help them help themselves, for whatever period is required--not because the communists may be doing it, not because we seek their votes, but because it is right. If a free society cannot help the many who are poor, it cannot save the few who are rich. To our sister republics south of our border, we offer a special pledge--to convert our good words into good deeds--in a new alliance for progress--to assist free men and free governments in casting off the chains of poverty. But this peaceful revolution of hope cannot become the prey of hostile powers. Let all our neighbors know that we shall join with them to oppose aggression or subversion anywhere in the Americas. And let every other power know that this Hemisphere intends to remain the master of its own house. To that world assembly of sovereign states, the United Nations, our last best hope in an age where the instruments of war have far outpaced the instruments of peace, we renew our pledge of support--to prevent it from becoming merely a forum for invective--to strengthen its shield of the new and the weak--and to enlarge the area in which its writ may run. Finally, to those nations who would make themselves our adversary, we offer not a pledge but a request: that both sides begin anew the quest for peace, before the dark powers of destruction unleashed by science engulf all humanity in planned or accidental self-destruction. We dare not tempt them with weakness. For only when our arms are sufficient beyond doubt can we be certain beyond doubt that they will never be employed. But neither can two great and powerful groups of nations take comfort from our present course--both sides overburdened by the cost of modern weapons, both rightly alarmed by the steady spread of the deadly atom, yet both racing to alter that uncertain balance of terror that stays the hand of mankind's final war. So let us begin anew--remembering on both sides that civility is not a sign of weakness, and sincerity is always subject to proof. Let us never negotiate out of fear. But let us never fear to negotiate. Let both sides explore what problems unite us instead of belaboring those problems which divide us. Let both sides, for the first time, formulate serious and precise proposals for the inspection and control of arms--and bring the absolute power to destroy other nations under the absolute control of all nations. Let both sides seek to invoke the wonders of science instead of its terrors. Together let us explore the stars, conquer the deserts, eradicate disease, tap the ocean depths and encourage the arts and commerce. Let both sides unite to heed in all corners of the earth the command of Isaiah--to 'undo the heavy burdens . . . (and) let the oppressed go free.' And if a beachhead of cooperation may push back the jungle of suspicion, let both sides join in creating a new endeavor, not a new balance of power, but a new world of law, where the strong are just and the weak secure and the peace preserved. All this will not be finished in the first one hundred days. Nor will it be finished in the first one thousand days, nor in the life of this Administration, nor even perhaps in our lifetime on this planet. But let us begin. In your hands, my fellow citizens, more than mine, will rest the final success or failure of our course. Since this country was founded, each generation of Americans has been summoned to give testimony to its national loyalty. The graves of young Americans who answered the call to service surround the globe. Now the trumpet summons us again--not as a call to bear arms, though arms we need--not as a call to battle, though embattled we are-- but a call to bear the burden of a long twilight struggle, year in and year out, 'rejoicing in hope, patient in tribulation'--a struggle against the common enemies of man: tyranny, poverty, disease and war itself. Can we forge against these enemies a grand and global alliance, North and South, East and West, that can assure a more fruitful life for all mankind? Will you join in that historic effort? In the long history of the world, only a few generations have been granted the role of defending freedom in its hour of maximum danger. I do not shrink from this responsibility--I welcome it. I do not believe that any of us would exchange places with any other people or any other generation. The energy, the faith, the devotion which we bring to this endeavor will light our country and all who serve it--and the glow from that fire can truly light the world. And so, my fellow Americans: ask not what your country can do for you--ask what you can do for your country. My fellow citizens of the world: ask not what America will do for you, but what together we can do for the freedom of man. Finally, whether you are citizens of America or citizens of the world, ask of us here the same high standards of strength and sacrifice which we ask of you. With a good conscience our only sure reward, with history the final judge of our deeds, let us go forth to lead the land we love, asking His blessing and His help, but knowing that here on earth God's work must truly be our own.”

It wasn’t that long ago - within just my short lifetime - when real men walked the halls of Washington. Smart men. Well-read men. Brave men who felt they could make a difference, even if just a small one. Men who thought beyond themselves and shouldered the burden and responsibilities of real public servants. Men who respected our history and could see the big picture of the human condition. Men who understood the complexities of governing and politics and the necessity of compromise for the greater and collective good. Such was John F. Kennedy.

This is my official ruling that the current petty, vainglorious, bloated, and intellectually lazy impostor who now disgraces the Oval Office and everything it once stood for is from here on banned from my blog. I simply no longer care. You let him in the game America - you wanted him, well, you got him. And no, I don’t want to hear any shit about a “stolen election”. The fact that he was ever even seen as a viable candidate speaks volumes about our society today.

I just did a count and see that I have written about this buffoon 20 times, both humorously and critically - and I have nothing left to say. There are better things to write about.

I originally started this post with a more pointed and detailed summation of my disgust, but then tonight I was watching a great special on PBS covering the photography of Rowland Scherman, who took many iconic and famous pictures during the early 60′s. Among his subjects were the likes of Bob Dylan, Martin Luther King Jr., and John Kennedy. Early in his career Scherman was the photographer for the Peace Corps (which Kennedy started), and during this part of the show the voice-over featured a short clip of the above inauguration speech. Finding it moving and inspiring, I later looked up the entire oration.

Reflecting on American politics today, it made me want to weep; to throw up. So in closing, my farewell characterization of Chief Cheetobrain Assclown is simply that he is the complete and total antithesis of John F. Kennedy. The shallow, distorted, and flip-side reflection of Kennedy in a warped fun house mirror. A sideshow barker promising the big stuffed teddy bear to any suckers stupid enough to pony up.

*oh yeah - one final caveat: I will bring him out of retirement under one condition - when America has finally had enough of this reality horror show and Donny is thrown out of office in shame and disgrace – a bonus if it’s in handcuffs, for a long and sordid list of federal infractions. When the people who represent us in government finally say, “no, YOU’RE FIRED!”

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alltheworldsrpg-blog · 7 years

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WELCOME TO ROSWELL, ALEXANDER TALION!!

ADMIN CAMERON: Latin puns and assassins, how’d you guess all of Ais and I’s favorite things? Still, the jaw-dropping part of Lex is his backstory, how vividly it paints a picture of what life was like on GJ 273b. It takes from our world-building and adds even more, it all blends so seamlessly together. I can’t wait to see how Lex makes a splash in this little pond.

You’ve been accepted as THE PHOTON with the faceclaim of HARRY SHUM JR. Please follow all rules and regulations as laid out by the Roswell Town Council, especially concerning any non pre-approved biologic. All UFO’s outside of city limits must be stickered or will be towed. Enjoy your stay in the first city of extraterrestrials.

OUT OF CHARACTER.

NAME/ALIAS + PRONOUNS:

Bah, They/Them

AGE:

23 springs

TIMEZONE + ACTIVITY:

GMT - 3

TRIGGERS:

Removed for privacy

ANYTHING ELSE?:

Oooookay so.

This is a generally heavy app so you guys may wanna consider this as a huge content/trigger warning for violence, assault, battery, transphobia, etc etc. I don’t think there’s anything too explicit but still. Also generally speaking I have all intentions of playing this character as a heavy subject.

IN CHARACTER.

SKELETON TITLE:

The Photon

FULL NAME:

(Name) Alexander Talion

Meaning The Law of Talion or Eye for an Eye, he chose the name in order to stay the persona he created away from his real and dead identity. Using human names such as to keep his Luytan origins untouched, inspired by the human-originated term written in the Code of Hammurabi and in a passage in Leviticus that states, “And a man who injures his countryman – as he has done, so it shall be done to him [namely,] fracture for fracture, eye for eye, tooth for tooth. Just as he has injured a person, so it shall be done to him.” The choice of the name ‘Alexander’ was just so it wouldn’t be so outstandingly obvious the reference to the latin form of the word ‘law’, as Lex.

(Formerly) Alioth de Merak

Meaning The Merak family was an old one from Luytan, with the entirety of their names based from the gathering of the Ursa Major and Minor constellations, the main family used to be named after Major and the extended family after Minor. Merak being the name of the Beta star of the Ursa Major and Alioth the brightest star of the constellation, (from Epsilon Ursa Major).

[See headcanons for more on the Merak]

GENDER + PRONOUNS:

Transgender Male, He/Him

*by earthlings standards

SEXUAL + ROMANTIC ORIENTATION:

Confused, mostly unsure

(That’s me saying I don’t have that established and I’m sorry, it’s in development.)

DATE OF BIRTH + AGE:

2025, 35 Earth years

OCCUPATION:

Former

Bioengineer for the SpaceX / NASA / Luytan Government alliance

Officially now

Various business Shareholder, Farmer

Off The Books

Accidental mob boss and assassin, doesn’t really care

FACECLAIM:

Harry Shum Jr.

BIOGRAPHY:

You were born Alioth de Merak, the only biological child to a dwindling family – to parents who thought they’d never conceive. Though they had adopted a child before you were born, your mother and father were old-fashioned, carrying on the bloodlines matter and old-fashioned conception way of thinking, as if the De Merak blood had any special properties. Sure many were born smart and you were no different – called a genius among the smart ones, couldn’t even say even before you knew your name because you knew your name eight months after you were born, and before you were a year old you could talk in whole sentences and notice the world around.

You were born Alioth De Merak and you never felt comfortable in your skin, unsure if because of how the mirror looked back at you with analytical eyes or if because the planet’s temperature was too high as the wastelands invaded the edges around the good lands. If it was because some days stepping outside was a suicide attempt, if it was because your brother looked so different from you, with kinder hands and soft eyes and in the back of your mind, from the moment you understood consciousness, was unquiet. Your mind was always too loud, too expansive and early your parents taught you how to channel that into doing good, turning that creative energy and loud voice into knowledge and into things that would help save your poor, hot planet. Whatever was left of your family, didn’t want to leave the planet for Earth and that was fine, you’d always love GJ 237B hellish twilight sky line.

You couldn’t save your parents, however.

(Down the line you would learn you can never save anyone.)

You couldn’t understand, sure you’re a genius but at age seven no one can understand how their equally smart parents don’t return home before the sandstorm. Humans called it sand because there was something similar on Earth but you know it’s not a sandstorm when you explain it to them a few years later. Glass shards, hard as steel made of the deadly combination between the open desert and hydrogen-based explosions triggered by lightning storms. With the growing desert encroaching, it was only a matter of time until the wasteland swallowed the outside ring abandoned cities because of the Exodus.

It’s the first time you blame Humans and resents Earth for something. You know, logically of course, they did nothing to take your parents away from you. But had it not been their green-and-blue planet, maybe the others would have stayed. Maybe they would be there with what’s left of your people and try and save your dying planet.

But logically, that’s stupid and impossible. Your red star will soon consume GJ 237B – and in the process probably take whatever’s left of the galaxy with it as the planet’s core will collide with the dying star’s. The very idea fascinates you but it’s a silly thing, a mere curiosity. You know what Supernovas and Black holes look like, you have diagrams and holos and simulations and enough material to see it in your sleep. But you’re not a physicist and while the universe is your mind’s safe haven, the things you really love still remains down on the ground. Your brother, your people, life itself.

You have no Gods but you grow up believing in the Universe as an entity and life as its ultimate creation – everything is connected, your dying planet to birthing planets, your old star to Earth’s baby one, everything means something elsewhere. It’s no mistake some poetry talks about being made of stardust, there’s truth beneath it. So you study and study and study, and you fall asleep on top of your books as you fight to find ways to save at least the legacy of your planet. You know soon enough you’ll have to leave for Earth, not now that even in the Inner Ring cities the sandstorms started to reach. You’re eighteen human years when you’re almost caught out in a sandstorm because of your own stupid distraction and a gate malfunction. You finally understand your parents.

The sight is terrifying but you’re amazed at the power of creation.

(But you survive, not knowing how after being almost skinned and burned alive.

Your body takes weeks to recover even with the genysis recreator putting skin back on you.)

Your brother doesn’t understand. Of course he doesn’t understand – it’s not in their nature. Much more passionate, much less patient and being the one responsible for you and by proxy the Luytan legacy, they don’t take it. They finally take you to Earth. You’re scared, terrified even. Hiding behind data pads and books, screens and hiding inside your dimly lit room, you have never been the most… sociable of your kind. You’re afraid. Earth had infinity possibilities but Humans were wildcards, despite the only one you knew. But your brother holds your hand and everything is alright. You got each other’s back, you’re not alone and you’ll meet family and friends again. If everything goes wrong you can always go back right?

(“Well, you can always just fling yourself into Luyten, why not?” You laugh – you don’t know but that’ll be the most cherished memory you’ll keep of your brother.)

The moment you step on earth, you realize life will never be the same, you realize this planet is also a paradise compared to your dying little one and that humans have so much. You’re shy and awkward but optimistic. You have a universe of possibilities in front of you. You can save Luytan’s legacy and have more. You can save your people, you can feel the Universe’s connection – Earth is filled with energy. So you learn of Gaia and the Mother Earth theory, the same you thought back home. You’re young and people mistreat you, well, mostly humans mistreat you of course.

But you give them the benefit of the doubt, they’re an underdeveloped species, they’re rough and almost primitive in their ways of being and thinking, a young civilization in general. They look at you and compare you to a little girl, as to which you’re neither – you don’t realize for a long time that it’s meant to be insulting, you blame it on their underdeveloped brains. They fail to pronounce your earth-translated name, they call you Alice, they call you little because you haven’t even reached nineteen of their orbital cycles and apparently that deems you an infant in their eyes.

(Eventually you find out Alice in Wonderland, it’s a good book but you fail to see the similarities between yourself and a little human girl from the nineteenth century.) Your brother isn’t in their scientist team, he is a wonderful diplomat, someone with a good temper who’s also capable of reasoning with your own stoic and considered-cold people. You cling to them desperately and they hold you back. You have a stronghold and while humans may have a hard time dealing with someone like you – a genius among geniuses, a newcomer from Luytan, you know you can do this.

You hope you’ll win their hearts with what you got, your creations, six years’ worth of your labour – so you present them with the Metaflora you’ve created in the hopes of sustaining life in your doomed planet. Luytan’s unstable temperatures slowly destroyed everything that was not always indoors and in controlled ambiance, but here on Earth you show them how to adapt every kind of plant’s genetic code so it adapts to a changing environment. It’s not magic, it’s not perfect but you’re young and you have a lifetime to study Earth’s beings. With Earth’s compendium of knowledge, you join in with everything you managed to salvage from Luytan, genetic codes and inventions, living samples that travelled lightyears with you.

You study their fauna and flora obsessively, amazed by their perfect planet, beautiful and thriving with life. Sure, it’s a little bumped around the edges, sure it could’ve been treated with more… care, but you know it’s a matter of teaching them. You make for your own people and humans the adaptable genetic lenses so they can see in the light and you can see in the dark, based in their own animals – bats and cats, deep-sea fish you’re fascinated by and so many others.

Six years working with humans and you haven’t made many friends, it’s hard, humans are oddly emotional and unpredictable. For regular Luytan it was hard work to connect properly with a human but for someone like you, it’s what they call a herculean effort. You don’t understand them, it’s fascinating from a studying point of view, not so much for your loneliness. It doesn’t matter, you have your brother, the knowledge of many different planets and you don’t need much more. You’re not happy but you’re not particularly miserable either, some days are harder than others but if there’s something you remember from your home planet is that emotions are background noise for when you have a job to do towards the greater good.

You’re not a fortune teller so you don’t see it coming.

An exact month before your twentieth-fifth birthday and you walk home from work, it’s weird when the doorknob is loose and the door is hanging off the hinges. For a genius, you act pretty dumb as you walk right into the living room to find the house a mess, objects thrown and broken. You stand there dumbfounded and scared, a blood splatter over the couch tells you this is all very real. Terrified and lost you reach out to both Luytan and Earth authorities, you can’t reach your brother and it scares you so much.

A long-removed cousin takes you in their house in Roswell, New Mexico as your own apartment turns into a crime scene. You can’t sleep or eat properly; your hands shake and you can’t focus on anything work-related as your brother is missing for two whole weeks until he’s found. Beaten, bruised and with no memories of what had passed, all they know is that he’s found in a second crime scene with a bloody knife and a slashed body. Luytan authorities wash their hands off your brother, technicalities be damned as you realize they can’t do anything to help him because they’re dependant on Earth’s government and public relations. You’re national news, they accuse your brother of so many crimes at once it makes your head spin– first and second degree murder, arson and so on. You sit through many interrogatories, double-sided windows, bright lights pulled on your face. And you just can’t understand what’s going on.

In the end they charge your brother with murder, using very flimsy evidences and he’s locked away, for life without parole. It’s a gesture from your government to the American government, they bow their heads and don’t fight for your brother because they’re foreigners in strange lands after all. You sit through your brother’s trial as if it were a silent show, you stare forward as you feel like your heart sink to your stomach.

You have lost everything.

You have lost your family, your name, your planet, you have lost your inventions in the fine print of a contract you weren’t even aware that you had signed (a meaningless sum of money given to you); stolen away by humans and used to wage war on others, rather than to make the world a better place as they were meant to be. You have lost your history and your dignity as cameras flash in front of your face as you walk out of court, you have lost everything.

Before they drag your brother away you snap out of your stupefied pain and cry out, they’re wrong, you know they’re wrong, of course they must be wrong. You know someone framed your brother, you don’t know why or what for but you just know it. You’re held back by a bunch of guards from your own people. You’re not as emotionless as everyone painted you to be.

They take you to a facility, somewhere quiet with sterile walls that is not home, they say you’re in shock, distressed, say that you’re not dealing well with the planet change, work overload and your brother’s situation so they put you away. The press finally allows the story to die and you fall into a dark, depressed stupor, wasting away in a room most of your days. Three weeks later someone, not a human but a Centaurian that worked in the… place they’d put you in, the Centaurian comes and takes you to see your brother finally. But instead of your beloved sibling, all you find is a stranger wearing his skin, hollow eyes and empty words. Leaving the prison, the void and pain in your chest turn to anger, grief and a kind of disgust that you can’t turn away from.

You blame mankind for everything. Alioth De Merak dies that very afternoon as you set fire to your room and leave everything behind. This world would be perfect if Mankind wasn’t a plague on it’s own. You finally understand, in the same way this wretched species cannibalized its homo neanderthalensis ancestor, it’s about time they disappear, too.

You wander away in your anger and hatred but you take pride in being much smarter than they are. You don’t give yourself a new identity right away, you’re no one, a ghost, someone neither here nor there as you travel around. But in your path you meet those like you, extra-terrestrials who had been wronged in unforgivable ways and even humans who had nothing else to lose because of their own kind. You’re not charming, you’re not nice but some people stick with you as your words reason with them. Later on, one of them helps you forge a new identity so you don’t have to be yourself, but an idea. Ideas are bulletproof. You’re not a person, not a being – you’re a whole concept.

Word on the wind about the council reaches you a whole year before it’s even confirmed so you know this is your chance. You take off to Roswell, buy a nice property in the city’s outward just to busy yourself with. You have waited so long, this is nothing in comparison to what you’ll do to them.

MUSING + HEAD-CANONS.

HEAD-CANONS:

[olly olly oxen free.]

Lex has never asked for anyone to follow him and doesn’t quite understand how he could have possibly warranted such an odd gathering of followers, but they’re there, coming and going anyway, willing to do whatever it takes. Alright, maybe he does understand what a deep want for vengeance and being badly wronged does for someone. The gathering of those who are backing his ideals is a wide range and most of them are extra-terrestrials, though sure he’s willing to endure the eventual earthling around, they better be very, very careful. He has never demanded or aimed to be in such a position but they put him there, either for his words, either for his ideals or either for the violence he’s not afraid to perpetrate, whatever it is, these people are his own and while he doesn’t care for having any kind of support in his quest for revenge on the entirety of humankind, he’s not blind to those who are behind him. In the farmhouse he’s bought and flipped to stay in Roswell, often Lex meets with his odd gathering of wronged people and society dropouts - he has never cared for making it so any kind of organization but in a homage to the Earth outlaws of the 17th century, he named his own closer circle of criminals the Court of Miracles. “Everyone lived in great licentiousness; no one had faith or law and baptism, marriage and the sacraments were unknown.”

[dear old house that i grew up in.] Despite being left with practically nothing in regards of family and support, the one thing the De Merak family had and the one thing Lex was left with, was money, something he never really truly cared for. Material beings were never top of his priority, considering he was raised in Luytan and riches were only a collateral effect of his family’s work towards the good of their society. But upon coming to Earth, as primitive societies go, he realized money was the ultimate word when it came to Humans. Before Alioth De Merak “died”, he transferred all of his money to an offshore saving account and forgot about it until it was relevant to his interests again - in the long run that money would mean something regards his vengeance. Crazy, yes, stupid, never. In the past three years he slowly invested that money into destabilizing most of the American stock market and then buying shares in important companies, mostly either through those who decided to follow him or as an anonymous shareholder.

[runs in the family.] The De Merak family was a noble one back in Luytan, old blood, old money, old name and a pride that no other family could rival. Having married a few of their own members into the royalty back then, though their prestige came mostly from truly outstanding members in the scientific fields, making Alioth simply the last one of a long line. With a tradition of being environmental scientists or genetic engineers, plenty of the De Merak members pushed the Luytan exodus as far as they could but they still couldn’t save a planet. In the end the family dwindled away, due to unexpected deaths and a genetic flaw that they could not correct, slowly the family member’s ability of naturally biologically reproduce became compromised and they were too proud to recur to the artificial wombs or insemination methods. The prior generations to Alioth’s birth mostly were marked by difficulties, few births and a senseless pride that ended with the family accepting their legacy would die within their planet. Alioth was raised uncaring about money or status since the royals weren’t even in the planet any longer, the family was decadent by all means and only the knowledge the name came with still meant something.

[in my mind.] Because of his Luytan origins, Lex was always finely tuned with his own feelings and emotions, even more so than what could be considered regular, with a highly antisocial behavior (to a Luytan) due to a mix of shyness and anxiety. The problem started right after his parents’ loss, then the sandstorm incident and so on - what was merely mild anxiety turned into Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. The mental breakdown right after his brother’s imprisonment resulted into a heavy case of Borderline Personality Disorder triggered by Psychosis resulting from the PTSD - said set of symptoms are exactly what fuelled his rage, hatred and put him on the path for revenge. Lex has some days better than others, generally being fairly emotionless and inexpressive as a Luytan, which disguises his lasting shyness, most of his days he’s calm and collected enough to be reasoned with though certain symptoms such as paranoia, never really go away. But not all of the days are good days. There are some days it’s just the psychosis, whether hallucinations or delusions, there are some days it’s not only the psychosis but the bolts of violence he can not control. Or soul crushing depression, a stupor he can’t crawl out from, dissociation or triggering flashbacks. The impulsive, aggressive and violent parts of his personality are exactly what caused many to follow him and what caused him to be feared in his own right.

[provanity.] Before his brother’s imprisonment and his own subsequent mental breakdown, Lex was never one to care about appearances or looks. His people didn’t have any expectations towards how he presented himself - as long as he said he was male, they accepted him as such. But Earth was different and while he had his brother by his side and lived within the Luytan community, he didn’t pay it (much) attention. That changed when Alioth died and Alexander was brought to life. He physically started his transition a few years later, staying in a Canadian town for the whole of two years while undergoing the hardest part of the process. In order to be someone else, a complete different person than he was before, he also values his looks heavily and puts effort on them, much different from the uncaring shy scientist he presented as before.

(Now this is a very subjective headcanon and for admin approval/open to changes. I know the sibling character is so far an NPC but I don’t know if the admins will have any plans to change that so I left it as open as possible!)

[do you swear to tell the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth so.] Lex’s brother isn’t Luytan by birth - he was supposedly an experiment, in a way. He’s from earth, human in nature and was adopted by Lex’s parents that were among the first Luytan to get in touch with Earth. As scientists they were, with no intention to stay in the blue planet for long, the couple took up on the newborn child from an orphanage and when he was a year old, they decided to return and raise him. Though the original intent was obviously an experiment - would a human raised by Luytan, in a different planet, be any different than his own kind? Were humans that biologically different from the Luytan? He was welcomed into the family and loved as any child would, after all he was brought into the family. Lex, conveniently, overlooks the fact his beloved brother is a human but ever since Alioth “died”, he hasn’t gotten back in touch with him, afraid his older brother, his original guardian, will be disappointed with how he turned out.

PLOTS + CONNECTIONS:

Plots in general [echo gallery.] Actually I want to see this character evolve - I intend to kicking him off from this app as an antagonist/villain/generally not-one-of-the-good-guys so I want to see where that takes. I like to write fluid characters , that get shaped along the rp so honestly I don’t have any specific plots in mind regarding the thing itself. I want to see where it takes him because it always depends on the interactions with others, after all. But in regarding of things I’d like to see play out, some of them could be: - Lex is obviously badly mentally ill, that isn’t what makes him the villain/morally grey/the antagonist but it sure ain’t helping him make good, collected, thought-through decisions, so being faced with his own flaws and share of guilt. At this point he has killed, tortured, imprisoned, cheated, lied and pretty much done everything that his past self would judge so hard, all because he’s been wronged and puts the blame on everyone else. He’s not at fault for what happened in his life but he hasn’t exactly dealt nicely with it. So being confronted with that is something it could be good character development; - In general I’d like to see him confront everyone, absolutely everyone who doesn’t agree with him, either physically or ideally, considering his character archetype is The Antagonist;

WRITING SAMPLE: (This is bad but I wanted to test his voice!)

“Alex.”

The female voice snaps him out of his mental divagations, Alexander turns on the office chair to face the woman standing on the doorway. Her shoulders are tense, as they should be, her clenched jaw and flexed hands, white knuckles in knots tell him everything he needs to know. She’s scared. She should be scared - there is still an almost fresh blood stain in the persian carpet in front of his desk, the metallic baseball bat is still sitting in a corner as a discarded witness of earlier violence.

“It’s Alexander.” His voice is monotone as always, his eyes unwavering from her face. He’s not wearing his lenses so his irises are cat-like in the dim-lit penthouse office. “We are not friends.” He reminds her, pointedly, it’s only logical he does so. She seems to have forgotten there’s no intimacy between them. She’s a personal assistant he did not hire, he did not care for, she was merely a helping hand one of his… followers, decided to hand him. She was there because she wanted to. He flexes his stiff hands, dried blood making a copper crust up until his suit sleeves. “What is it that you want?” The question isn’t rude, it’s direct as it should be. The woman seems caught off-guard. What kind of stupid human is she? Didn’t she just walk in demanding something? She shouldn’t sound surprised.

“I–” She hesitates and it’s annoying but he does not move, leaning back on the comfortable chair, watching her intently. If you had hired her, you’d fire her on the spot, but she’s only a favor, a helper so he stores those thoughts in the back of his mind. “–brought a change of clothes.” Her voice is small and if they weren’t in a silent office made of glass walls, he wouldn’t have heard. Her hands fidget nervously and Lex takes a whole moment of consideration for her annoying figure before standing up and running his blood-covered hands up, slowly starting to untie the windsor knot of his purple tie, cat-like eyes stuck on the woman’s lonely figure all the time as he undressed himself.

“Lost something, Mrs.Yates?”

ETC:

The phrase he uses when he punishes/tortures or kills someone is: “You have been measured. You have been weighed in the balances and found wanting.”

THIS pinterest board

THIS bad tag on my blog

(There’s a lot of other things I wanted to do but if I didn’t send this app already it would never happen.)

#accepted.#the photon.

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