Post by Mundo Kindo on Sept 21, 2021 21:59:50 GMT -6
Character Name: Josh "Heather"
Height: I'm not telling
Weight: Still not telling
Bio: How does a budding narrator find themselves becoming alive? That part's easy: by exiting from my mother's womb. The real question is how did I become so self-aware? Well, that part has a story attached to it. So initially I was a sarcastic sorta narrator. Some might even say a smart-ass, if you were so inclined. But it was fine, nobody could hear me. I was free to say whatever I wanted to. Then came a weird witch nanny. Which was weird, but the fourth wall, to her, was hardly a concern. No, the real concern came when a pesky pain in the ass ghost "shut up Heather" suddenly started to hear me. It was annoying, yes, but it made me realize that I suddenly had a conduit to the character I was narrating. But it was fine. I was just a running gag or an interesting narrative tool. It was fine so long as I had a job.
And then I didn't. Yeah, turns out being a narrator only matters when you have a character to narrate. Once my character went to the background and didn't have stories being told about him, that meant I was left without a pot to piss in. "What, you gonna bring Angelica back too?" Things were weird but I had been there before. I was fine aimlessly floating without a character to facilitate my thoughts with.
Then, boom outta nowhere, I was sucked into a portal without my consent or knowledge. I found myself a new character! It was fun and I didn't have to deal with the ghost anymore! "You love me, don't lie."
Then the supposed genius fucked around with things they had no real knowledge in and ended up being able to hear me. But this actually turned out great. Not only am I the narrator now, but I'm also my own character. Being omniscient means I know things, but given I'm also a narrator, there are things I can't reveal yet. It's fun but also kinda irritating. But the point is I can help the character out and aren't beholden to arbitrary rules of impartiality.
"Yeah, and now I don't have to serve as your go between."
And it all works out for the best. It's not like anybody can hear me. I'm free to say whatever I want, whenever I want, barring Mundo and the Ghost of My Many Regrets.
I mean...nobody can hear me...right?
Pic Base: I am a literal omniscient voice. I have no body.
Character Name: "The Almighty" Heather Chandler "The Mythic Bitch"
Height: Taller than you with heels on Or when floating, 5' 4" on a good day
Weight: Ugh, fuckin rude She's a transluscent ghost, she's weightless
Bio: "My turn now, fucker, so shut-up." Aight. "(clears throat) I was born in Sherwood, Ohio to a pair of rich-as-fuck parents who didn't give a fuck about me, but I didn't give a fuck about them. I had money, their money. Fuck those two. I was a spoiled little shit, but that was okay because I ruled everywhere I went from Kindergarten to High School. Everyone was an insect under my boot and if you weren't than you quickly became a 'weren't anymore.' I was the Queen of everything, and with my two loyal Heathers by my side, nothing could stand in my way.
Enter stage left: my eventual best friend Veronica Sawyer. Naïve but cunning cunt wormed her way into my group and into my heart. We were close, soul mates even, but even I was proud to call her my best friend.
Unfortunately, the weak are easily corrupted, and when a trench coat wearing freak got into her head, she turned on me and killed me. But it's okay, I didn't actually die."
Heather, you're a literal ghost.
"Okay, so technically I'm dead, but I'm still around. Originally I just kinda fucked with Veronica for a bit but after she apologized and cried and it was a mess and blegh, whatever, forever forgiveness, I got kidnapped by a group of weirdoes who need a ghost for some reason, and, quite frankly..."
"Nobody wanted the Box Ghost."/Nobody wanted the Box Ghost. (spoken at the same time for clarification)
"But after they were done with me, I was rescued by the same guy this annoying tagalong narrated for. We hung out for a while with me being the only one to actually hear him and it was annoying, but fine. The character had a way to knowledge and advice unheard of before, and I had myself a new Heather."
Charmed.
"You should be. Anyway, as Heather said, he eventually stopped narrating when the stories stopped happening. But, lo and behold and because I knew my new bestie needed some help--" Do not call me that. "--I found a way to find him and help him out now! Don't ask me how. The science is complicated and there's a myriad of problems with how I did it."
Myriad, nice.
"(gasp) I knew you cared!"
Pic Base: Heather Chandler (musical, ghost form)
Height: I'm not telling
Weight: Still not telling
Bio: How does a budding narrator find themselves becoming alive? That part's easy: by exiting from my mother's womb. The real question is how did I become so self-aware? Well, that part has a story attached to it. So initially I was a sarcastic sorta narrator. Some might even say a smart-ass, if you were so inclined. But it was fine, nobody could hear me. I was free to say whatever I wanted to. Then came a weird witch nanny. Which was weird, but the fourth wall, to her, was hardly a concern. No, the real concern came when a pesky pain in the ass ghost "shut up Heather" suddenly started to hear me. It was annoying, yes, but it made me realize that I suddenly had a conduit to the character I was narrating. But it was fine. I was just a running gag or an interesting narrative tool. It was fine so long as I had a job.
And then I didn't. Yeah, turns out being a narrator only matters when you have a character to narrate. Once my character went to the background and didn't have stories being told about him, that meant I was left without a pot to piss in. "What, you gonna bring Angelica back too?" Things were weird but I had been there before. I was fine aimlessly floating without a character to facilitate my thoughts with.
Then, boom outta nowhere, I was sucked into a portal without my consent or knowledge. I found myself a new character! It was fun and I didn't have to deal with the ghost anymore! "You love me, don't lie."
Then the supposed genius fucked around with things they had no real knowledge in and ended up being able to hear me. But this actually turned out great. Not only am I the narrator now, but I'm also my own character. Being omniscient means I know things, but given I'm also a narrator, there are things I can't reveal yet. It's fun but also kinda irritating. But the point is I can help the character out and aren't beholden to arbitrary rules of impartiality.
"Yeah, and now I don't have to serve as your go between."
And it all works out for the best. It's not like anybody can hear me. I'm free to say whatever I want, whenever I want, barring Mundo and the Ghost of My Many Regrets.
I mean...nobody can hear me...right?
Pic Base: I am a literal omniscient voice. I have no body.
Character Name: "The Almighty" Heather Chandler "The Mythic Bitch"
Height: Taller than you with heels on Or when floating, 5' 4" on a good day
Weight: Ugh, fuckin rude She's a transluscent ghost, she's weightless
Bio: "My turn now, fucker, so shut-up." Aight. "(clears throat) I was born in Sherwood, Ohio to a pair of rich-as-fuck parents who didn't give a fuck about me, but I didn't give a fuck about them. I had money, their money. Fuck those two. I was a spoiled little shit, but that was okay because I ruled everywhere I went from Kindergarten to High School. Everyone was an insect under my boot and if you weren't than you quickly became a 'weren't anymore.' I was the Queen of everything, and with my two loyal Heathers by my side, nothing could stand in my way.
Enter stage left: my eventual best friend Veronica Sawyer. Naïve but cunning cunt wormed her way into my group and into my heart. We were close, soul mates even, but even I was proud to call her my best friend.
Unfortunately, the weak are easily corrupted, and when a trench coat wearing freak got into her head, she turned on me and killed me. But it's okay, I didn't actually die."
Heather, you're a literal ghost.
"Okay, so technically I'm dead, but I'm still around. Originally I just kinda fucked with Veronica for a bit but after she apologized and cried and it was a mess and blegh, whatever, forever forgiveness, I got kidnapped by a group of weirdoes who need a ghost for some reason, and, quite frankly..."
"Nobody wanted the Box Ghost."/Nobody wanted the Box Ghost. (spoken at the same time for clarification)
"But after they were done with me, I was rescued by the same guy this annoying tagalong narrated for. We hung out for a while with me being the only one to actually hear him and it was annoying, but fine. The character had a way to knowledge and advice unheard of before, and I had myself a new Heather."
Charmed.
"You should be. Anyway, as Heather said, he eventually stopped narrating when the stories stopped happening. But, lo and behold and because I knew my new bestie needed some help--" Do not call me that. "--I found a way to find him and help him out now! Don't ask me how. The science is complicated and there's a myriad of problems with how I did it."
Myriad, nice.
"(gasp) I knew you cared!"
Pic Base: Heather Chandler (musical, ghost form)