o hay gaiz
So I was looking through all my devArtery and noticed that I don't have a single piece of writing up here-- which is lol funny because I'M SO ADAMANT ABOUT BEING A WRITER I GET BEAT UP FOR IT which isn't true but I /am/ a writer first HOWEVER. I prefer the format of writing-specific websites (like fictionpress) and so I've kept work and play and playwork and workplay seperate.
And then I thought HEY WHAT A GOOD PLACE TO POST MY OC MEMES
The following meme was taken from a random deviant via a google search for original character memes-- they're a damned good way to get in the writing mood, yeah? Especially these guys... since I've never gotten them on paper past name-age-hair-eye-likes-hates-birthday stage. It's long and... and yeah
Pick 3 characters, and have them answer the following questions accordingly. (They may be original characters or not):
1. Noemi Charm - A Bell. Extremely lucky. Speaks eccentricly.
2. Myungsin Hong - Captain of the Malachai Squadron. Prodigy. Youngest of two boys.
3. Farr Merle - Third of the Malachai Squadron. Worldly. Seems old and maybe is.
1. Number one, what was your childhood like?
Noemi: The shits, my good sir. Mum went and offed herself, dad was a manwhore, and my half-brother was a shitcake. Good times at school, though, freaked the toes out the noses of scores of children.
2. Character number three, if you could go back in time and change one thing, what would it be? It can be something regarding your personal history, or something that is in the history books.
Farr: Nothing. [He smiles, which, at first glance, seems enigmatic, but then it's only because Noemi is chortling next to him.]
3. Number two, would you rather be immortal and eternally miserable, or live a mortal, blissfully peaceful life?
Myungsin: Neither. What kind of set of choices is that? [He's smiling, too, despite his annoyed air, and Noemi snickers.]
4. Say, character number three, how much do you weigh?
Farr: Enough, I hope.
5. Have you ever loved and lost, number one? I'll bet it was your fault, wasn't it? Tsk tsk...
Noemi: Um... Mum? Except that was a long time ago, can't really remember.
Farr: Really? It's only been three years, hasn't it?
Noemi: Well, I have a bad memory-- wait how did you know that.
Farr: Oh, please. How do I know anything I know?
Noemi: You... learned it... in... school...?
6. Oh, no character two! You've just strolled into a department store to admire the lovely washing machines when a guy with a nylon stocking over his head runs in and holds the whole store at gunpoint! How will you save the day? (If you are a coward and do not wish to save the day, what do you do upon Stocking Head's arrival?)
Myungsin: I arrest him. Jesus two, you're slow.
7. Number Three, tell your best "Yo Momma" joke
Farr: I'd feel bad. I mean, Noemi is right here.
Noemi: Fuck you, Farr.
Myungsin: ... [/facepalm]
8. Who is the one person you cannot live without, character number one? Why? (Please don't say Oprah, please don't say Oprah...)
Noemi: Sin, yeah. Jesus thirty-eighty-four, you're slow.
Myungsin: Your incredulity astounds me, Emi.
Noemi: It would.
9. Hey, number two, tell me one of your deepest, darkest secrets. To make you feel better, I'll tell one of mine: I don't have any deep, dark secrets.
Myungsin: What a coincidence, that's mine as well.
Noemi: I'll tell you one! One time, he-- [Myungsin claps his hand over her mouth and waves for the next question. We move on only because he can arrest us if we don't.]
10. All characters: What kind of music do you listen to? Do you play any instruments? If so, which ones? (Yes...the kazoo counts. Your nose, however, does not.)
Noemi: You wish I played any instruments. I like the drums, though.
Farr: Of course you would.
Noemi: Of course I would. Anyway, most music's fine-- especially stuff that gets me pumped up for "gigs".
Farr: Mm. Agreed.
Myungsin: Same here.
Noemi: Hey, Sin, d'you play any instrumentses?
Myungsin: Well... Yes.
Noemi: Yeah? Like what?
Myungsin: ... ... ... guitarpianoviolincellotrumpet. But not drums.
Noemi: ... That's hot.
Myungsin: I know.
11. What is the most annoying thing in the world, character one?
Noemi: Jackson, hands down. He's a fucking magician, I oath to ya. Every time I do any little baking, it's gone like that.
Myungsin: ... He told me he made those brownies.
Noemi: Well, he kind of did-- see, he added a little bit of...
Myungsin: Oh. Oh. That explains it.
Noemi: Way totally.
12. Finish the statement, number three: Art is...
Farr: Tra backwards.
[Noemi bursts out in laughter.]
12. Finish the statement, number two: People are...
Myungsin: Predictable. For the most part.
Noemi: That last bit was for Farr, wasn't it?
Myungsin: Of course. And also for your uncanny ability to have everything go your way.
Noemi: Damn straight.
Farr: My sentiments exactly.
13. Finish the statement, number one: Imagination...
Noemi: [She makes the hand motion of a rainbow above her head with a deadpan stare. Beside her, Farr chuckles and Myungsin snorts.]
14. All characters: Out of the three of you, who is the most outgoing? Reserved? Humorous? Stinky?
Noemi: Holy fuck, Farr! Farr's shitball funny!
Farr: And to think, that's what I was trying to shy away from.
Myungsin: Emi's outgoing. Ridiculously outgoing.
Noemi: So are you.
Myungsin: It was different for me. You were the one who was trapped and had no idea of who I was.
Noemi: But I was safe in the comfort of my life's ass-kickin' timing.
Myungsin: I'll give you that.
Noemi: And then some.
Myungsin: What?
Noemi: Nothing.
Farr: That's what she said.
[There is silence in the room for a good two minutes, and then we move on to the next question.]
15. Quick, Number three! Write a poem!
Farr: I live in the city, the city you can not see out of.
No matter how hard I try, I can not see out.
No one who lives here--
Noemi: I love that book.
Farr: You would.
Myungsin: What book?
Noemi: "Amazing Rain". You've never read it?
Myungsin: Never heard of it.
Noemi: And thus the mystery of what-kind-of-childhood-would-have-created-you is explained. Come on, let's go buy it.
Myungsin: But... we're in the middle of....
[Noemi drags Myungsin out. Being in the room alone with Farr is slightly unnerving, despite his amiable manner.]
16. What is your favorite word, number one?
Farr: It's "sin". What she'd say, I mean.
17. Character number three, what is one weird thing that you can do? (i.e. wiggle your ears, fold your tongue, play 'amazing grace' with your armpit...)
Farr: Just one?
18. Speak any other languages, Number Two?
Farr: He can speak Mandarin, Cantonese, a number of other Asian languages, German, French-- well, most of the main Romantic tongues, really-- and he's fairly adept at English.
Well, that's a mouthful.
Farr: We're all really proud of him.
19. What is your nationality, character number one?
Farr: It's really a coin toss between a few. I don't think she really knows.
20. Pick, number two: asparagus or canned peas? Please elaborate.
Farr: He's not picky. He'll eat what he has to, when he has to, and that's it.
21. What scares you the most, character three?
Farr: The dark.
22. All characters: What is one thing you would like the world to know about you?
Farr: Well, Noemi's has very good luck, and she enjoys baking, and appreciates the little satisfactions in life. She doesn't like the colour brown, though. Myungsin is fond of lollipops but detests bologna, and has an older brother named--
[Myungsin swings the door open, and Noemi falls to the ground, apparently having been leaning on the door with her hand cupped around her ear. Myungsin holds a hand out to help her up.]
Myungsin: Where are you getting your information from?
Noemi: Didn't you hear him earlier? School, of course.
Myungsin: Creepy stalker school?
Noemi: Ha, no. As if Farr needed to take classes for that.
Farr: You flatter me.
Noemi: Always, chief. So, you like lollipops, Sin?
Myungsin: What of it?
Noemi: That's just something else to get on our way to buy that book. Wanna come, Farr?
Farr: I don't know if you'd enjoy my company in that sort of setting, Noemi.
Noemi: Me neither. But I do know I'd enjoy your wallet's.
Farr: Fair enough.
[The three walk out. Obviously. Gosh, you're slow.]
And here I am, fighting, fighting
Hungry
High
