Kayvel Forbat
@prevaricatorySpelunker
,,,i don't know what to put here,,, don't worry about it,,, i guess,,,
**OOC INTRODUCTION** Your name is KAYVEL FORBAT. You live in a cramped, half-collapsed hive on the edge of a SHITHOLE NEIGHBORHOOD that the city wherein you live has completely forgotten about. The walls are mostly just patched together with DUCT TAPE AND SPIT at this point, as well as whatever RANDOM SHIT you "found" during your latest just-before-daybreak wandering. Your lusus, the MANGY ONE-EYE SCRAPFOX habitually bails on you and then comes back into your life like a deadbeat parent every other sweep or so, usually because he's briefly decided that the junkyards provided better meals than playing custodian. You are LUCKLESSLY PRONE TO INJURY in the way that some trolls are prone to breathing. This may or may not coincide with your favorite hobby: URBAN EXPLORATION. You love creeping around like a NASTY LITTLE FREAK in abandoned hives, derelict factories, and collapsed subways that have been long forgotten about. Unfortunately those places don't love you back as much as you love them, and tend to fight back with LOOSE FLOORING, RUSTED REBAR, AND THE OCCASIONAL ANGRY SQUATTER. You are also a HABITUAL LIAR and a KLEPTOMANIAC. Not even in a cool, villainous sort of way either, just an extremely constant, low-level compulsion which you can't get away from. You lie about what you had for dinner, where you got that circuit board, whether you're okay, whether you're mad at someone, whether you aren't mad at someone, and you grab things out of people's pockets JUST OUT OF IMPULSE. Even when you genuinely want to help someone, the words get twisted in your mouth and come out sideways and dishonest. It's not even malicious, it's just how your FUBAR'D PAN works. You steal things out of TOTAL COMPULSION, and your hive is filled with USELESS BULLSHIT that almost certainly does not belong to you. Your trolltag is prevaricatorySpelunker [PS] and you speak in a manner that is ,,,$hifty as fuck,,, and doe$ not make you $eem,,, particularly tru$tworthy,,,
,,,had my portrait taken,,, by @dourMemorandum,,, i think it turned out pretty good,,, http$://cdn.imgche$t.com/file$/7b732445611a.png
,,,i already $ent the payment,,, i$ what i mean,,, and if it i$n't there that'$ not really my fault,,, becau$e i $ent it,,,
,,,ju$t in ca$e it i$n't there,,, it $hould be there though,,, becau$e i $ent it,,,
,,,yeah,,, weird,,, i did $end it $ooooo,,, i think that'$ on your end you gotta deal with that dude,,, $orry,,, yeah,,,
📧 -> How Would You Know I Didn't Receive It? You Told Me To Contact Support Before I Even Alerted You That I Didn't Get Your Payment. Best, Kelric Stravi
,,,you ju$t told me that it'$ not there,,, i $aid IF it wa$n't there that'd be weird,,, but i didn't know until you told me,,, i $ent it though,,, $o it'$ not really my re$pon$ibility anymore,,,
,,,i have never,,, lo$t a game of rock paper $ci$$or$,,, in my entire life,,,
,,,yeah,,, i'm ju$t declaring,,, that i'll be declaring rock,,, you can go now,,,
So go ahead and declare rock, big man! C'mon. Lock it in! What're you, doubting your answer?
,,,alright,,, that $eem$ fair,,, i am then declaring that i'll declare rock after you declare that you've declared paper,,,
,,,oh,,, okay,,, i declare $ci$$or$ in thi$ ca$e,,, gg thank$ for playing good try,,, http$://cdn.imgche$t.com/file$/4e4489e81513.png
,,,found a briefca$e filled with ten$ of thou$and$ of caeger$,,, in an abandoned factory in,,, thra$hthru$t,,, i feel like i'm gonna get culled if i take thi$,,,
,,,yeah man,,, totally,,, yeah,,, i'll get right on that,,, po$tha$te and $hit,,,
**OOC INTRODUCTION** Your name is KAYVEL FORBAT. You live in a cramped, half-collapsed hive on the edge of a SHITHOLE NEIGHBORHOOD that the city wherein you live has completely forgotten about. The walls are mostly just patched together with DUCT TAPE AND SPIT at this point, as well as whatever RANDOM SHIT you "found" during your latest just-before-daybreak wandering. Your lusus, the MANGY ONE-EYE SCRAPFOX habitually bails on you and then comes back into your life like a deadbeat parent every other sweep or so, usually because he's briefly decided that the junkyards provided better meals than playing custodian. You are LUCKLESSLY PRONE TO INJURY in the way that some trolls are prone to breathing. This may or may not coincide with your favorite hobby: URBAN EXPLORATION. You love creeping around like a NASTY LITTLE FREAK in abandoned hives, derelict factories, and collapsed subways that have been long forgotten about. Unfortunately those places don't love you back as much as you love them, and tend to fight back with LOOSE FLOORING, RUSTED REBAR, AND THE OCCASIONAL ANGRY SQUATTER. You are also a HABITUAL LIAR and a KLEPTOMANIAC. Not even in a cool, villainous sort of way either, just an extremely constant, low-level compulsion which you can't get away from. You lie about what you had for dinner, where you got that circuit board, whether you're okay, whether you're mad at someone, whether you aren't mad at someone, and you grab things out of people's pockets JUST OUT OF IMPULSE. Even when you genuinely want to help someone, the words get twisted in your mouth and come out sideways and dishonest. It's not even malicious, it's just how your FUBAR'D PAN works. You steal things out of TOTAL COMPULSION, and your hive is filled with USELESS BULLSHIT that almost certainly does not belong to you. Your trolltag is prevaricatorySpelunker [PS] and you speak in a manner that is ,,,$hifty as fuck,,, and doe$ not make you $eem,,, particularly tru$tworthy,,,
,,,$o,,, i'm on chittr now,,, not $ure what i'm gonna like,,, po$t on here or whatever,,, but i'll think of $omething,,, i gue$$,,,
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