Syd Lev - Revision history

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WildHaunt: tl;dr : local maenad wanders as they please. More at 11.

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tl;dr : local maenad wanders as they please. More at 11.

WildHaunt: tl;dr : local maenad wanders as they please. More at 11.

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tl;dr : local maenad wanders as they please. More at 11.

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 Now they're going to obsess over it. You should see them- panicked googling the dangers of eating bugs.
-How many did they eat as a kid? Countless. Swarms of ants sticky with chocolate syrup stolen from the pantry. Hot in the summer sun. But so tasty and worth the bites as they stepped unknowingly into their place in the epicurean food chain. They turned out fine ... ok, mostly fine.
+How many did they eat as a kid? Countless. Swarms of ants sticky with chocolate syrup stolen from the pantry. Hot in the summer sun. But so strange and crunchy between their tiny teeth. Each one worth the bites and stinging protest; as they stepped unknowingly into their place in the epicurean food chain. Yeah, they turned out fine, mostly fine.
 Just keep repeating, "people eat bugs every day and are fine," over and over: "it's all fine." It was probably a beetle - they outnumber us a billion to one, or a bee ... wouldn't that hurt though?, or a spider - oh Gods are they the new Spiders Georg -

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 | age = 30s
 | nationality =
-| residence = museum oddities wing, wandering the shadowy forest and farmlands
+| residence = museum oddities wing, spreading glitter over the shadowy forest and farmlands
 |}}

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 Appeasing the urge for destruction and rage by participating in some general group slaughter.
-They can be found most often: interviewing for various Orochi corps, studying global flora/fauna, hunting for the next new experience, chasing wisps, sprawled out in a hammock, swinging peacefully, behind a palette and some sheeting in their Oddities Wing. They are the Mayor of Hammocktown. Pleased to meet you.
+'''They can be found most often:''' interviewing for various Orochi corps, studying global flora/fauna, hunting for the next new experience, chasing wisps, sprawled out in a hammock, swinging peacefully, behind a palette and some sheeting in their Oddities Wing. They are the Mayor of Hammocktown. Pleased to meet you.
-Pets: Synthetic Pseudanthium - Steve, '''Stevedore Q. Greenbriar'''. They found him on a dock in Kaidan, near the Orochi tunnels. He was so hungry. Nipping and bobbing at anything that came near.  His little purple leaves and petals curling and uncurling the sick sweet smell of honey and rot sticky on his ... well i guess you'd have to call them stamens .. it was love at first sight. So of course they fed him some random limbs they came across in Maine. He's their favorite dance partner, he doesn't step on their toes and they only bite a little. Feed him whatever, he's not picky. One time he ate a junkyard tire after a case of Dante's spilled on it.
+'''Pets:''' Synthetic Pseudanthium - Steve, '''Stevedore Q. Greenbriar'''. They found him on a dock in Kaidan, near the Orochi tunnels. He was so hungry. Nipping and bobbing at anything that came near.  His little purple leaves and petals curling and uncurling the sick sweet smell of honey and rot sticky on his ... well i guess you'd have to call them stamens .. it was love at first sight. So of course they fed him some random limbs they came across in Maine. He's their favorite dance partner, he doesn't step on their toes and they only bite a little. Feed him whatever, he's not picky. One time he ate a junkyard tire after a case of Dante's spilled on it.
-Partners in time killing: '''Door Coleman'''. Recent Bee, he never knew the old world. He's not tethered to the memory.
+'''Partners in time killing''': '''Door Coleman'''. Recent Bee, he never knew the old world. He's not tethered to the memory.

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 | age = 30s
 | nationality =
-| residence = museum oddities wing
+| residence = museum oddities wing, wandering the shadowy forest and farmlands
 |}}
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 They just want to enjoy things. Most times they're a little spacey.
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 Appeasing the urge for destruction and rage by participating in some general group slaughter.
-They can be found most often: interviewing for various Orochi corps, studying global flora/fauna, sprawled out in a hammock swinging behind a palette and some sheeting in their Oddities Wing.
+They can be found most often: interviewing for various Orochi corps, studying global flora/fauna, hunting for the next new experience, chasing wisps, sprawled out in a hammock, swinging peacefully, behind a palette and some sheeting in their Oddities Wing. They are the Mayor of Hammocktown. Pleased to meet you.
 Pets: Synthetic Pseudanthium - Steve, '''Stevedore Q. Greenbriar'''. They found him on a dock in Kaidan, near the Orochi tunnels. He was so hungry. Nipping and bobbing at anything that came near.  His little purple leaves and petals curling and uncurling the sick sweet smell of honey and rot sticky on his ... well i guess you'd have to call them stamens .. it was love at first sight. So of course they fed him some random limbs they came across in Maine. He's their favorite dance partner, he doesn't step on their toes and they only bite a little. Feed him whatever, he's not picky. One time he ate a junkyard tire after a case of Dante's spilled on it.

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 Syd had almost forgotten about the bug, almost. They don't really remember much about their life before. They can just remember the day. Not clearly just pieces. Memories and puzzles and riddles to untangle and reorganize.
-Now they're going to obsess over it. You should see them- panicked googling the dangers of eating bugs. How many did they eat as a kid? Countless and they turned out fine ... ok, mostly fine. People eat bug every day and are fine. They keep repeating over and over: it's all fine. It was probably a beetle they outnumber us a billion to one, or a bee ... wouldn't that hurt though?, or a spider - oh Gods are they the new Spiders Georg -
+Now they're going to obsess over it. You should see them- panicked googling the dangers of eating bugs.
-They can see the headline now: Some fucker living in the city eats a bug and becomes new beacon of arachnid utopia. Spiders from far and wide come to take up residence in this poor bastard's mouth.
+Just keep repeating, "people eat bugs every day and are fine," over and over: "it's all fine." It was probably a beetle - they outnumber us a billion to one, or a bee ... wouldn't that hurt though?, or a spider - oh Gods are they the new Spiders Georg -
-WebMD tells them, "you have horrible brain melting disease" where your brain just melts out of your head. They decide to just wait and see if they break out into hives... fuck did their nose just start running? Is it allergies?
+They can see the headline now: Some rando living in the city eats a mystery bug. Becomes new beacon of arachnid utopia. Spiders from far and wide have come to take up residence in this poor bastard's mouth.
 They mostly hope whatever they just swallowed isn't going to give them a parasite. They unlock their phone and googles "Leucochloridium paradoxum".

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 Give in to a little frenzy.
-Once you fell in line for your faction - here you are shuffled just off center from where you came... get it together you can just float along and sate the hunger in your own terms
+Once you fell in line for your faction - here you are shuffled just off center from where you came... get it together and you can just float along and sate the hunger in your own terms
-Now that doesn't seem so bad: jobless, being hunted, always a little elsewhere ... but flowing free as your feet will take you.
+Now that doesn't seem so bad does it?: jobless, hunted, always a little elsewhere ... but flowing free as your feet will take you.
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 Appeasing the urge for destruction and rage by participating in some general group slaughter.
 Pets: Synthetic Pseudanthium - Steve, '''Stevedore Q. Greenbriar'''. They found him on a dock in Kaidan, near the Orochi tunnels. He was so hungry. Nipping and bobbing at anything that came near.  His little purple leaves and petals curling and uncurling the sick sweet smell of honey and rot sticky on his ... well i guess you'd have to call them stamens .. it was love at first sight. So of course they fed him some random limbs they came across in Maine. He's their favorite dance partner, he doesn't step on their toes and they only bite a little. Feed him whatever, he's not picky. One time he ate a junkyard tire after a case of Dante's spilled on it.

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 ''How did your character become part of the Secret World, and what have they been up to since then?''
-They don't recall the war too well .. they don't recall participating too fully aside from - go to work, go home,hope KG doesn't call them up at 2 am because she needs them to go on a fetch quest for carnage, again. This lady sure loves her blood lust. But one can't complain too hard when it means feeling the warm flesh resist and seize then go slack - fibers pull and tear... that slick, wet, sheen on everything.
+They don't recall the war too well .. they don't recall participating too fully aside from - go to work, go home, hope KG doesn't call them up at 2 am because she needs them to go on a fetch quest for a still beating heart, again. What is she even ''doing'' with those things...
 They feel themselves panting, mouth open and wet, eyes pinpointed and focused in naked blood-lust. They shake their head with the vigor of a child with an etch-a-sketch - trying to remove the shadow print of their time in company of a drunken cavalcade.
-Perhaps they haven't forgotten quiet everything about some of their time in the war.
+Perhaps they haven't forgotten quite everything about some of their time in the war.

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 | organization = disorganized
 | job_title = free agent
-| aliases = syd
+| aliases = syd, squid
 | twitter =
 | gender = agender
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 =• The Secret War  •=
 ''How did your character become part of the Secret World, and what have they been up to since then?''
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 You find a buddy!
 Your buddy finds a bar!
 You find yourself with your buddy in a tavern in Transylvania in the presence of a God. YOU DRINK! You smoke! You eat some tasty mushroom risotto that tastes like music and flashing lights.
 Give in to a little frenzy.
-Once you fell in line for your faction - here you are shuffled just off center from where you came...
+Once you fell in line for your faction - here you are shuffled just off center from where you came... get it together you can just float along and sate the hunger in your own terms
-Now it doesn't seem so bad: being jobless, being hunted, but flowing free as your feet will take you.
+Now that doesn't seem so bad: jobless, being hunted, always a little elsewhere ... but flowing free as your feet will take you.
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-Glittering through the woods not quite all there but doing their best. They just want to enjoy things. Most times they're a little spacey.
+They just want to enjoy things. Most times they're a little spacey.
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 =• Known Associates/Affiliations  •=
-They've been coming out of the woods and back into the world. Mostly only going to music shows and participating in some general group slaughter.
+They've been coming out of the woods and back into the world.
-Pets: Synthetic Pseudanthium - Steve, Stevedore Q. Greenbriar. Found him on a dock. He looked hungry. He's fed a steady diet of whatever they can find.
+Appeasing the urge for destruction and rage by participating in some general group slaughter.
-Partners in time killing: Door Coleman. Recent Bee, he never knew the old world. He's not tethered to the memory.
+Pets: Synthetic Pseudanthium - Steve, '''Stevedore Q. Greenbriar'''. They found him on a dock in Kaidan, near the Orochi tunnels. He was so hungry. Nipping and bobbing at anything that came near.  His little purple leaves and petals curling and uncurling the sick sweet smell of honey and rot sticky on his ... well i guess you'd have to call them stamens .. it was love at first sight. So of course they fed him some random limbs they came across in Maine. He's their favorite dance partner, he doesn't step on their toes and they only bite a little. Feed him whatever, he's not picky. One time he ate a junkyard tire after a case of Dante's spilled on it.
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 Tries to always wear their mask. You can't accidentally eat bugs that way.
-=• Just Some OoC Stuff  •=
+Sometimes a little late to the party but an excellent detective.
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 =• Early Life •=
-*a familiar distant voice creeps in from somewhere buried deep in their mind*
+*a familiar dreamy far-off voice trails in from deep a deep echo-ing twist in their mind*
 You remember that feeling you get when you're only ... kinda there... all your processes are running on auto pilot. You know that thing where you're so distracted by whatever inconsequential bullshit is going on that you're just ... floating?
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 Remember dude, the routine is important, without the routine you're back to: leaving your keys in the pantry, melting your favorite pot holder on the burner, accidentally eating that weird bug you're pretty sure is going to melt your brain, asking yourself how long it's been since you last washed that hoodie...
-*the voice trails off echoing off a distant time and space*
+*the voice starts to murmur off again as mysteriously as it came*
 Syd had almost forgotten about the bug, almost. They don't really remember much about their life before. They can just remember the day. Not clearly just pieces. Memories and puzzles and riddles to untangle and reorganize.
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 Their pupils blossom wide-open in the darkness. It's 3 am, they can feel their scrawny arms lifting their too too heavy body from the cushions. Drool slicking the pillow and their face. Their blue hair tangled and mashed in weird directions. Bleary they flail around for the remote on the floor. The television turns off before the dark viscous-looking screen attempts to speak.
-They blink, eyes focusing and un-focusing - unsteady.
+They blink, their vision sharpening and blurring like a novice twisting a camera lens - movements unsteady.
-Vaguely aware of their feet moving - dragging their stiff aching legs and cold, tired, protesting body along with them. Exhausted and confused they walk because they don't have the energy to fight it. They walk, plodding quiet, past the park and the 24 hour laundry. They absolutely certain they need to get a brain scan and that whatever they ate is probably melting their brain right now.
+Vaguely aware of their feet - dragging their stiff aching legs and cold, tired, protesting body along with them. Exhausted and confused they walk because they don't have the energy to fight it. Their rhythmic plodding is quiet, purposeful; past the park and the 24 hour laundry, not far now. They're absolutely certain they need to get a brain scan and that whatever they ate is probably making them hallucinate. This is all a dream or like a really fucked up cry for help. Had their anxiety gotten that bad?
-They shiver in the cold overcast of the bay. Distant sound of cars and the subway's rumble are quieter than usual. The rough concrete sidewalk is both damp freezing and their sneakers do fuck-all to keep their toes from going numb. Their conscious focus is so so far away from their surroundings ...
+They shiver in the cold overcast of the bay. Distant sound of cars and early morning traffic in the city that never sleeps. Even the subway's rumble is quieter than usual, subdued by the subconscious focus to just keep moving.
 Until they realize - they're trailing down, down, into the dim, wet, dripping darkness of this curiously labyrinthine sewer.
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 ''If your character existed in TSW (The Secret World) before coming to SWL (Secret World Legends) -- how do you treat the transition?  Are they exactly the same?  Did they suffer memory loss?  Are they some 'alternate reality' version of themselves?''
-It's strange to ask, are we aware of the transition? Are they me? or are we just the same? Which is impossible- each instance is different and whoops there I go again. The Mobius Ship - ok ok it was just a freudian slip got out of hand - but how does one instance of oneself not influence another?
+It's strange to ask, are we aware of the transition? Are they me? or are we just the same? Which is impossible- each instance is different and whoops there I go again. The Mobius Ship - ok ok it was just a Freudian slip got out of hand - but how does one instance of oneself not influence another?
 Sometimes there is a distant memory - like the faintest whiff of something familiar, a headache with pictures...