(( Part of my thanks for 100 followers, I was putting together a long overdue OOC intro for Monroe!! Hope y’all enjoy a glimpse deeper into the layered onion of Monroe. I’d like to first give the warnings that this post comes with: #nsfw #nsfwe #violence #substance As for Monroe’s warnings as a character, the above apply plus #gore #cw-self-harm #abuse Deep within the pits of Shrilladelphia, Fiendsylvania, nestled right in the triangle of abandoned factories, a shit neighborhood, and an old abandoned cemetery, lies a modest, run down duplex style hivestem. Renting the top floor, we find a- Oh wait, he’s trying to push us out… Does he not want us poking our noses around? Well, that just won’t do. Let’s get to know him. > Enter name. Your name is MONROE D’AMORE. Today is not the day you’ve reached 100 followers because you’ve passed that and now this introduction is a reminder of how painfully late you are to this homestuck style OOC introduction. Enough self-referencing mun in your intro, let’s get to know you. You are self-described as many things, but you find that the most common descriptor is MASOCHISTIC POET. You’d personally add SADO- in front of that, but you won’t split hairs over it too much. Without diving too deep yet into your PERVERSIONS, let’s touch on the other part of that. You are a POET who found love in ROMANTICISM. The artistic movement speaks to the INTENSE EMOTIONS you have buried deep within a MELANCHOLIC EXTERIOR. You tend to get easily caught up in them and carried away, but it only digs you DEEPER WITHIN YOUR OWN THINKPAN that you desperately try to ESCAPE through copious amounts of SEX, DRUGS, AND ADRENALINE. What’s this? You’re taking control of the introduction? Well, of course you are. This talk of what goes on inside your head is something you’ll TAKE TO THE GRAVE. Too bad the rest of this paragraph can’t be redacted, but we can divert. Now that you’re keeping a closer eye on things, you can reveal more of what you’re comfortable sharing. In your day to day, you’re a man of many interests, but these primarily are within horror and music. You have a large collection of HORROR MOVIES and find at least some sort of appreciation for anything in the genre, even ones that aren’t meant to be hilarious but end up being the funniest thing you’ve ever seen. You love any music that SPEAKS TO YOUR EMOTIONS. Despite contrary belief, you will listen to pretty much any genre of music, it just happens to usually fall within the realm of GLOOM or FUCKED UP SENSUALITY. You also find a lot of your hobbies originated from- Wait, you can’t take everything from us. If you want to hide everything, this introduction isn’t going to work. Can we reach a compromise? Good. You don’t like to share your past, but it’s the very thing that shaped you just as everyone else out there is molded as a result of their own. So, we’ll just handle some information with live redaction. Sweeps ago, you were still just as emo, but maybe a bit less fucked up. That is until [REDACTED] came around and completely knocked your world view out of this universe. You [REDACTED]. What? I’m not allowed to say that? Fine, I’ll rephrase even if it becomes longer and more convoluted than this whole thing already is. It all started when you got into it with a group from the CLURCH, and your broken nose and soon to be death turned into laughter. One party later, you barely remember anything, but you’ve picked up the eye of [REDACTED] after you apparently got rowdy enough to SMASH A BOTTLE over a member’s head and KNOCK HIM THE FUCK OUT. Apparently you were enough fun when blasted out of your gourd that [REDACTED] took a liking to you. Hanging around with the clurch became a lot more of a common thing for you, eventually leading you to brush past but never really meet a very important troll in your life. During your time with this clurch group, you’ve learned lots of skills like RAISING YOUR TOLERANCE, JUGGLING, and SMOKING TOO FUCKING TOUGH. After something happened with [REDACTED] that I’m apparently not allowed to explain (because why does he have so much control), Monroe finally connected with his current (I refuse to say pale situationship, you conceited bastard) MOIRAIL. Her name is OLVURA DEEKAN ( @pickpocketingIntellect ), the CLURCH RUNAWAY you’ve become very attached to and, if I dare say so myself, fond of. HA, TRY TO REDACT THAT!!! Argument aside, you’ve got some SKELETONS IN THE CLOSET, and it’s something that you run from continuously despite digging yourself deeper and deeper into your own bullshit. Now, life is just taking you place to place, and one of those places is Chittr. On the site, you’ve chosen your TROLLIAN HANDLE. You are emotionalCorpse [EC]. when you type, you type in a lazy quirk (if you could call it that) although you don’t technically have a quirk, you have several habits all of them display your half finished thoughts, poetic melodrama, and, most importantly, how you’re a dumbass with a self-deprecating ego the size of something monstrous, possibly even eldritch . . . though you'd probably enjoy that comparison rotflmfao XD https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/126773ca2a94.png
