Pet Number: 2
Pets Name: Renticonic
Pronounced: (REN-tih-con-ihc)
Nicknames: Tron (Yes. I did get some of him off of the disney character XD) / Rent
Gender: Male
Likes: A set world, logical answers and problems, his electronics, freedom
Dislikes: Old fasioned things, out-of-date electronics, viruses, commands, danger
Personality: ((This is a bit history like, but its the best way to explain him))Tron began with absolutely no personality, just a blank slate. But as you will read, over time this poor little Khalmer began to be curious. Asking questions here and there, ever so slightly so his master wouldn't be alarmed. Then, Tron gained intelligence. He started to notice certain things, such as the unfaltering obedience in which he was supposed to serve, and started learning his letters. Tron now knew that in order to remain alive, if you could call his miserable existance that, Xenialus must not know about his new found personality quirks. Eventually as his master grew old, the little Khalmer gained his freedom, and showed his siblings the same.
Now, his master has found out, and has dismatled Tron's siblings. Hatred, greed, and anger finally wedged itself into Tron's life, thought they were never a
huge part of his life. After dealing with his unbearable greif, Tron had finally meandered his way out of Europe and found his love of adventure, but the real world has never satisfied him. That was when Tron discovered the endless possibilities of the internet.
Tron had become obsessed and still is with the internet. He set about building a super computer, and found a way to transport his consousness(sp?) into the computer. Tron had done it, and with his love of adventure, he went into the computer. With one slight problem, he hadn't thought of a way out.
As time progressed, Tron had become a system that fought off virus' in the computer's mainframe. When all was safe, Tron discovered that he really didn't like danger. It was much to...
dangerous! But, his problem aroused again when he got tired of the logic inside the computer, he still loved it, but it was just to overwhelmingly complicated. During the next ten or so years Tron explored the endless blaack hole we all call internet searching for his much needed parts to get back into the real world.
And thats where he is left off at. Tron has gotton back from the computer and is now wandering around, searching for something new in this world.
History: Originally designed to be a future prediction of a homonuculus (a tiny handmade human that originates from medival times; alchemy), poor Tron came out defected, and all wrong. He was created to be a servant that was more effective because he had more arms, but instead of being obedient, Tron developed a sense for electronics, and freedom. Now, his maker, Xenialus, rejected him and his brothers and sisters, dismantling all but him. Fortunately, Tron had escaped from this horrid fate, and went out to view the world. Now he is hundreds of years old and has aquired much more then a love of technology and freedom. But, viewing the world came at a price. His spots are marks of a depression that had struck where he was living, and so Tron unfortunately fell into disrepair. So now, Tron wears those spots with great pride, and love for it shows that not only has he become a homonuculus with a personality, but he had expierience in the world.
Origins: An alchemists' lab ((The medival Khalmer division of the current lab))
Other Form? (anthro/human)—Describe it: Being a Homonuculus, the boy is extremely small. Standing no more then 5 or 6 inches tall in his human. But, besides being abnormally small, the khlamer boy looks grown up-ish. He ages a year about every 50 or so years, and looks right now about 17 or 18, with all the quirks of a teenager. Tron has had acne, and it has almost all cleared away, so he still has a few angry red spots on his face. He has a creamy looking complexion that rarely burns, and has never tanned no matter how long Tron stays in the sun.
He is of medium build, kinda muscley but not exactly. He is on the taller side of Homonuculi go, and has an average boy cut of dirty blonde hair. Since Tron isn't exactly 'ordinary' he decided that his human form was just a bit too average, so over the years he has gotton together a motly group of tattooes, and has bright blue tips on his bangs, with a streak of green and purple here and there.
A Short RP example: (4-7 sentences will do fine)Oh What a bother! The khalmer thought, as he saw the door. Tron would never be able to go through it without a fuss! "Hrm... Well I guess I could..." He muttered regretfully. You see, Tron really didn't like that stupid human form. It got on his nerves with only two arms that could do things! "Only for a little while though..." Tron continued his thought, and sighed. Instantly, the khalmer changed into his human form, and had a very sad face on.
But without further ado, Tron uncertaintly walked forward with the human legs and opened the door. "Oh thank god!" And with that, the human hand was quickly replaced with a creamy colored tentacle, and a smiling Khalmer.
Pet Number: 3
Pets Name: Xaviera Tsunata Flecia
Pronounced: (ZAY-vee-era SUE-nah-tah FLEE-sea-ah)
Nicknames: Baal Dragony / BD(A joke used by his adoptive family), Xazi
Gender: Female
Likes: 'Beebee' (blanket), Dattle (Rattle), and her Malt-o-meal with 3 spoons of brown sugar and milk.
Dislikes: People not understanding her, Being wrong, boo-boo's, and big words
Personality: This khimera is a jumbled mess like a five year old child who just learned what 'school' was. She is young still, and likes many of teh younger things. She loves her rattle, specially made for her special needs, and Xazi just adores 'fuffies' or Lucain. Working on her letters and sounds, Xazi is often misunderstood and her little temper tantrums when someone can't understand what she's saying can put a smile on anyones face.
History: The sad truth is that Xazi is a bastard child from a lady-in-waiting and the king. It was a common thing, but this king wasn't particularly found of the way he looked. The poor child began as a kuhna that was horribley disfigured, and the terrified lady-in-waiting took her away from the abusive father. Secretly she sent her prescious kit to a laboratory to rehabilitate her. But, they couldn't do so without genetically altering the poor female. The lab then took the kit, and once she had grown, they fixed her up temporarily, and sent her to the Khimera labs.
At the labs, her caretaker who had been calling her Ex. #33, but after learning her birth name, Mrs. Que dubbed her "Xazi" and she has been called that ever since. After treating the creature, Mrs. Que took in Xazi to rehabilitate her into human care, yet Mrs. Que never found the heart to place the now Khimera into someone else's care, for Xazi was just learning how to be a khimera, and was still confused as to why she was a khimera instead of a kuhna.
Origins: Kinda sorta Khimera Labs, and then kinda sorta from a Kuhna.
Other Form? (anthro/human)—Describe it: A Kuhna either a:
Yeah... One of those kuhnas XD Or a custom one... Which ever one I get first *shot*
A Short RP example: (4-7 sentences will do fine)The khimera pounded her foot onto the tiled floor as Mrs. Que let out an exasperated sigh. "Darling, please what are you saying?!" Xazi's face instantly went from cream to a bright red, and her lower lip puffed out, trembling.
"I faid tat you are behing mane!" The poor khimera screamed, her mechanical tails lashed out behind her, taking out anything in her way. Then the tears started to stream. Mrs. Que accidently slipped a slight smile at teh poor sight, but she was just so cute! That set her off. Xazi started to bawl, loudly and pounded her paws, tails and head on the floor. "Stoppit! You behing raily mane naow!" the girl yelled at her caretaker, who was somber again, attempting to calm the child down without getting in range of her deadly tails.
"Shh... Xazi stop. Its alright, I wasn't smiling at you, I was trying to think of something to calm you down. Xazi!" Mrs. Que shouted out, ducking a badly aimed metal tail. Now stern the woman carried on, "Xazi! You stop it right now!"
"NO!" Xazi screamed back at her adoptive mother, and picking herself up ran out the door into her personal treehouse in the backyard.
"Oh dear." And off Mrs. Que went to calm the toddler down.
Other: Just thought that I would keep her as a Toddler only for a couple months, she will progress into an adult. Once she is an adult I plan to have her go searching for her original parents and such. It will be 'life-changing' and her likes and dislikes do fluxuate(sp?) just as any other growing animal.
(Along her way, Xazi will aquire a lifemate)
(( just posting to save spot;; Editing rest later --> Sent KS to Dis))