Post by Widget on Aug 2, 2015 23:50:33 GMT -6
Widget
12 | Enby | Panro Ace |
Researcher | Sciencebaby | [mentor] |
appearance
Widget stands about 4'7"- a little on the short side- but otherwise has a pretty average frame for a 12-yr-old. Widget is flat-chested, has some amount of wiry muscle worth mentioning, and has ribs often a little more visible than perhaps they should be due to a poor diet. Widget has long silver-ish white hair that reaches about knee-length when let down, but is often tied back in a ponytail if not put up even higher, such as in a bun. Widget does like to experiment/play a bit with it. Widget has medium brown skin, and bright lavender eyes that sometimes look pink in bright lighting.
Face Claim: Murumuru | Future Diary
Face Claim: Murumuru | Future Diary
clothing
everyday Widget does not have a wide variety of clothes at any given time, but given most of Widget's clothes are hand-me-downs from older kids or stolen/scavenged, Widget doesn't have a lot of say in what Widget gets. Widget tends to prefer brighter colors, tighter shirts, and baggier pants if given the opportunity to choose, but rarely gets caught up on specifics. Widget's current favorite articles of clothing are a pink zip-up shirt that is still fairly new and a somewhat ragged purple t-shirt with a faded picture of Klink on it. Widget often wears an extremely oversized pair of goggles and a taxidermied Houndoom tail attached to Widget's belt as accessories. | formal N/A. The closest thing Widget has to "formal" is a black cloak sometimes worn to funerary events. |
backpack
A too-large crudely patched together bag that really should have more pockets considering the amount and variety of things Widget ends up carrying.
personality
Widget is both very outgoing and very very introverted: energetic and active with a love for adventure and discovery, but very anxious around people and most comfortable when either left alone or in the company of a very few very close friends. When
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Notes:
-- Widget's preferred pronoun is just "Widget", but Widget is also fine with they/them pronouns from other people. Widget usually goes with I/you pronouns but does occasionally speak or think in third-person, and is generally amused if other people refer to Widget in that way. (Ex: "Does Widget want to play with us?")
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Notes:
-- Widget's preferred pronoun is just "Widget", but Widget is also fine with they/them pronouns from other people. Widget usually goes with I/you pronouns but does occasionally speak or think in third-person, and is generally amused if other people refer to Widget in that way. (Ex: "Does Widget want to play with us?")
likes & dislikes
likes - SCIENCE. Sort of. - City-dweller technology, when Widget can figure it out. - Herbalism - Alchemy - Experimenting with tech, potions, or food. - Pokemon. All Pokemon. All of them. - Plenty of alone time. - Playing with their hair. - Drawing, and when materials are available maybe even painting. | dislikes - CROWDS. Those filled with familiar faces are tolerable but uncomfortable; crowds of strangers are NOEP. - The youngest kids, that's probably terrible but... They're so hyper and noisy. - Loud or discordant noises in general actually. - Reading; it's really hard. - Being told what to do; polite requests are fine. |
the backstory
Early memories are foggy. A woman, a mother. Sometimes, kindness, warmth, affection. Sometimes, anger, fear. Often, crying. Sometimes, nothingness.
No father. Unsure which town. A name that can't be recalled.
Five years old, awoke one morning. Mother was gone. No one in her place. Alone that night. Alone another day. Next day came. It was time to search.
Wandered outside. She wasn't here, wasn't there. Maybe farther?
There were more people farther, but none were mother. Farther and farther, more buildings, more people, still no mother. More people, and more. Too many.
There were too many people! Couldn't see anything, felt unseen. Voices everywhere. Dodging feet, trying to hide. Nowhere to hide. So loud, so loud.
Running. So much running. Running until there were no more people. None at all. No more buildings, no chances taken.
Dirt, then rocks, then grass. Buildings so far behind then. But now, Pokemon. None aggressive, yet, but many wary. Many warning.
Nowhere safe. Couldn't move. City was too crowded, wilderness too open. Both too big. What now?
Tears. Just shaking and tears. No idea how long.
Suddenly, more sounds. Soft this time. Whispers, rustles.
Hiding, very quiet, still found, had to ru-- kids? Two, not much older. Kids were less scary. But scarier to the Pokemon. Safer with them.
A tiny village. Still too loud, still too many people, but most of the people were small. Safer than the wild. Less scary than the city. Maybe mother could be found tomorrow.
Tomorrow came with rain. A little longer stay, a private space to sleep, food. Some kids were wary. Some thought the silence strange, some were unkind. The larger ones, though, were protective. Some other kids, friendly, understanding.
A week, friends were growing more numerous. A month, this place felt safe.
The other kids didn't know a name. Still couldn't tell them. Just said 'kid', 'hey you'. It worked.
Too young to be much help, a desire to do so anyway. Trips with older kids. Picking flowers, finding mushrooms. Learning which were which.
Sometimes, death. Not always safe. Better here than out there, though.
A year. Mother was all but forgotten. This place was home.
A returning scavenging party, fancy trinkets this time. This one was a 'phone'. That sounded familiar, maybe. That was a doohickey, that one a doodad. Those sounded less familiar. But interesting. What were they? Something to find out.
A growing interest in the things, all things with lights or moving parts. A growing collection of the ones no one else wanted. Many broken by poking and prodding. Some made to work. Some turned into new things.
Months more, another shipment. Another doodad, two whatchamacallits, some kind of widget.
Eyes bright, ears perked. A what?
A widget.
Something about that word. It was resonant; couldn't place why. It felt nice. It was happy. It was a fancy light thing but more somehow.
Took some work, but others finally understood. No longer 'kid'. Widget now.
Widget kept working, kept foraging. Learned not just to find plants but to grow them. Learned to use them.
Words were hard to use. Numbers, symbols, pictures. Those took root, grew, filled Widget's mind. Mind grew too.
Years more. Twelve years old, probably. Birthday forgotten; foundday celebrated.
Nature, technology, kids, tribe. This is life now. Life is wonderful.
No father. Unsure which town. A name that can't be recalled.
Five years old, awoke one morning. Mother was gone. No one in her place. Alone that night. Alone another day. Next day came. It was time to search.
Wandered outside. She wasn't here, wasn't there. Maybe farther?
There were more people farther, but none were mother. Farther and farther, more buildings, more people, still no mother. More people, and more. Too many.
There were too many people! Couldn't see anything, felt unseen. Voices everywhere. Dodging feet, trying to hide. Nowhere to hide. So loud, so loud.
Running. So much running. Running until there were no more people. None at all. No more buildings, no chances taken.
Dirt, then rocks, then grass. Buildings so far behind then. But now, Pokemon. None aggressive, yet, but many wary. Many warning.
Nowhere safe. Couldn't move. City was too crowded, wilderness too open. Both too big. What now?
Tears. Just shaking and tears. No idea how long.
Suddenly, more sounds. Soft this time. Whispers, rustles.
Hiding, very quiet, still found, had to ru-- kids? Two, not much older. Kids were less scary. But scarier to the Pokemon. Safer with them.
A tiny village. Still too loud, still too many people, but most of the people were small. Safer than the wild. Less scary than the city. Maybe mother could be found tomorrow.
Tomorrow came with rain. A little longer stay, a private space to sleep, food. Some kids were wary. Some thought the silence strange, some were unkind. The larger ones, though, were protective. Some other kids, friendly, understanding.
A week, friends were growing more numerous. A month, this place felt safe.
The other kids didn't know a name. Still couldn't tell them. Just said 'kid', 'hey you'. It worked.
Too young to be much help, a desire to do so anyway. Trips with older kids. Picking flowers, finding mushrooms. Learning which were which.
Sometimes, death. Not always safe. Better here than out there, though.
A year. Mother was all but forgotten. This place was home.
A returning scavenging party, fancy trinkets this time. This one was a 'phone'. That sounded familiar, maybe. That was a doohickey, that one a doodad. Those sounded less familiar. But interesting. What were they? Something to find out.
A growing interest in the things, all things with lights or moving parts. A growing collection of the ones no one else wanted. Many broken by poking and prodding. Some made to work. Some turned into new things.
Months more, another shipment. Another doodad, two whatchamacallits, some kind of widget.
Eyes bright, ears perked. A what?
A widget.
Something about that word. It was resonant; couldn't place why. It felt nice. It was happy. It was a fancy light thing but more somehow.
Took some work, but others finally understood. No longer 'kid'. Widget now.
Widget kept working, kept foraging. Learned not just to find plants but to grow them. Learned to use them.
Words were hard to use. Numbers, symbols, pictures. Those took root, grew, filled Widget's mind. Mind grew too.
Years more. Twelve years old, probably. Birthday forgotten; foundday celebrated.
Nature, technology, kids, tribe. This is life now. Life is wonderful.
played by EssGee!
recruited by Olive!
recruited by Olive!
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