
Dirk Strider.
@timaeusTestified
23. If you have to ask, then just assume that I’m better at this than you. (PFP credits to Karcutie on tumblr.)

Your name is DIRK STRIDER. You are TWENTY-THREE YEARS OLD, or ABOUT ELEVEN SWEEPS, and you have this HORRIBLE HABIT of getting yourself into SOCIAL SITUATIONS YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO HANDLE. Your default response to these is to bare your teeth like the feral animal you are, and it means you don't tend to get along with humans very well, including your fellow gods. They find it UNSETTLING how VIOLENT you can be, and their patience for you does not extend as far as it does for the TRUE ALTERNIANS in your group. You suspect this is because you possess a human face, and that it would remain true even if you had actually grown up on Alternia. The IRONY of this is that you are the only real MARTIAL GOD in this ragtag group of game survivors, rather than any of the aforementioned ALTERNIANS. On the FLIPSIDE, you often have MORE LUCK with TROLLS, but still, those on EARTH C are often OFFPUT by you, as their culture is LESS VIOLENT THAN ALTERNIA'S. It means that you, in many ways, belong ABSOLUTELY NOWHERE, and while your isolation is SOMEWHAT SELF-IMPOSED, as old habits die hard and your childhood is harder to shake than people like to admit, you remain QUITE BITTER about how ESSENTIALLY NOBODY UNDERSTANDS YOU because you are just WRONG ON A FUNDAMENTAL LEVEL. Not human enough for the humans, too Alternian for the trolls, and the ghost of dead worlds and dead civilizations, all wrapped up in one pretty package. This is what has led you to CHITTR. Somewhere your fellow gods HAVE NOT DISCOVERED, even though you wish you could talk to ROXY about it. You worry that it would take away your REFUGE from the SOCIAL NIGHTMARE that is your IRL life. You stand at a WHOPPING five feet and seven inches, and you possess a SPEECH IMPEDIMENT that you keep RATHER WELL HIDDEN after YEARS OF WORK. You are BITTER about these things as well. You are, BY DEFINITION ALONE, a TRANSGENDER MAN. You do not use labels like that for your gender or sexuality, but it is SIMPLY EASIER TO SAY IT THAT WAY even though it DOES NOT ACCURATELY DEFINE YOUR IDENTITY and tends to cause people to assume you possess experiences common among transgender people that you actually lack. This is something that makes you UNCOMFORTABLE, but you tend to suck it up like you usually do when uncomfortable. You are additionally quite fond of COUNTERCULTURE, and have adopted beliefs from both Alternia's and Old Earth's subcultures as your own. If you speak like you are from the 2020s, that is PROBABLY BECAUSE you grew up on the desolate remains of the 2020s internet. Though you thankfully avoided BRAINROT by instead READING TOO MANY WIKIPEDIA ARTICLES. You have forgotten more things than even you will ever know. Any ADDITIONAL INFORMATION about you must be discovered the OLD FASHIONED WAY: by leveling up your social link.

Is nothing on fire? Yeah? Good.

Is it safe yet?

Walked in. Glanced at the feed. Considering walking out.

The eternal debate between eating like I’m a Southerner and eating like I’m a city boy. (Fried food versus shitty Americanized chinese.)

I live.

Why are all of you freaking out like people don’t post dick here daily? #nsfw

Man. With no confessions accounts running, how am I going to get my gossip…?

My fucking eyes were hurting while I was trying to sleep.

I should visit Zabrak and throw down sometime.

Fuckass robocat.

Eugh, okay. I think this font is giving me a headache.

What the fuck happened to my chittr.

Well, my ribs got fucked up, but that's okay. I didn't really go as hard as I could've this time.

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@timaeusTestified and @abjectDetermination are fighting with powers. This is going to be a beautiful shitshow. #fightnight

Guess we're testing the idea of a powered bracket now. I finally get to throw hands. #fightnight

John just asked if I’m fucking drunk. Do I smell drunk to you, wind boy? Jesus. Can’t a guy just stumble and slam his shoulder into the wall in peace?

Oh my god.








