Difference between revisions of "Syd Lev"
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− | | 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. | + | 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. | 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. | 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. |