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Forgive...But Never, Ever Forget

Name: Renne
Age: Twelve Turnings (1 Turning = about 1 year)
Gender: Androgyne (Non-gendered)
Species: Living emotion, a.k.a. the Song People
Current Location: Straddling the Fourth Wall
Current Occupation: Bitter, jaded loner
Notable Flaws: Allergy to all forms of magic, true-blindness - no supernatural or technological workarounds, too kind and loyal for his own good, impossibly high standards of friendship, abandonment issues
Friends: None. They all keep discarding him when they realize they can never live up to his standards.

Personality: A misanthrope in the truest sense of the word, as he has an especial distrust and dislike of Humans, who have proven an astounding ability to betray and abandon him. Most species find his intensity strange and off-putting; Humans, however, seem particularly intolerant of it and unwilling to even attempt to understand what he expects of those upon whom he bestows the title of "friend." As a Healer, he'll aid those in need, but don't expect him to become your friend. He doesn't expect you to be able to handle it.


Abilities: Totally natural so these are not "powers." Is a cat having fur a "power?" Of course not. Neither are these.
♦ Empathy (As a Healer and a Warrior)
♦ Sensory Manipulation. He can make other people feel whatever he wants them to feel. Again, a totally natural ability and not a power.
♦ Turning into a unicorn.
♦ Venomous fangs, talons and retractable tail with sting.
♦ Sprouting 13 wings.
♦ Memory-call. He can create things out of nothing. NOT EVEN REMOTELY A POWER.
♦ "Shapeshifting", for lack of a more precise term. To explain in more detail would require the audience to have a doctorate-level understanding of metaphysics and fringe science.
♦ Summoning a pony from hammerspace.
♦ Being generally flawless and devoid of any responsibility for his wrongdoings.
♦ HE BITES TREES, MOTHERFUCKER




Yes. I roleplay. Yes. I have done it for a good while now. I was roleplaying a blue furry personification of emotion when you were still learning to SPELL YOUR NAME!!!

People who are interested in romance are bad and icky. In fact, they're whores. Nasty, dirty whores. With herpes.

My standards of friendship are IMPOSSIBLY HIGH. You probably can't begin to dream of thinking of ever possibly attaining them, so don't even try. I will laugh at you and then go write a sarcastic and self-congratulatory entry on Dear Mun that will receive nothing but awkward silence as the rest of the community tries without success to understand what I'm going on about. Not that I care, because no mere mortal can hope to understand me or Renne, who is the awesomest original character ever because of all his natural abilities and his backstory that is completely dependent upon his interaction with Star Trek characters in crack games.

If you are the type of person who believes in having more than one friend at a time, GET THE HELL OUT. You're probably a dirty whore.

I call things like I see them, especially when those things are WHORES. If you do not like it, too bad. I don't care what you think or feel, even though I will flip my shit at the merest perceived slight and never ever forgive you for it, especially if it is related to RP and my awesome blue monkey dog thing. Priorities are for stupid whores.

I give back exactly what I get. Or what I expect to get. And since I expect everyone to cruelly abandon me to the vagaries of the cosmos, probably in pursuit of some sweet ass, I preemptively treat everyone else like shit.

In short, remember that you can never hope to be as smart as me and nothing you ever do will ever compare to Renne, who is basically me except blue and furry.

Do not provoke me or I will sic my bestest best friend on you. He is INVOLVED and a MEDIATOR.