#thegreatsunbro

[wyrmforge]

FIGHT ME

[wyrmforge]

Anon isn't turned on you doop

it isnt wow

[exanite]

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“Kaman? Well, umm...I like how passionate he is about stuff, like space! And he’s pretty good at fighting, for having no training. And uhh...” She scratched the back of her head, turning red, “I like his fluffy hair, n’ the way his hair and eyes match. And I like playing games with him...”

[exanite]

✉ (Kaman)

Kaman,

I’m not really good at this letter stuff. I guess it’s supposed to be formal or whatever but it just feels weird. More reliable than a datachron message, though, so I wrote it. I hope you look this far back in the fridge, I didn’t know where else to hide it where Boomie wouldn’t get a hold of it.

I’ve got to come clean. You know when I disapepared and stuf fand my house was all bloody and gross? It’s because I fought Permelia, I had to keep her from turning you and Aion in. We just about did each other in, but we both managed to get out. But, doing that put me on the Hoods’ shitlist. They’re getting closer, and the protection I’ve been putting up, all the failsafes I have to keep me-- and the Vinds-- and you-- safe aren’t working anymore. And I know there’s not much I can do to get out of this one, but I can get you guys out of it.

So I guess if you’ve found this, it means I got what was coming to me. Sorry for leaving without a word. I’m really sorry about a lot of things.

I never meant for everything to turn out this way. I should’ve known better.

I love you, even if I’m pushing up daises or somethin’. Always did, always will. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you more-- or at all, I guess.

Sincerely,

Beryl

[reederthereader-blog]

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Physical

“Ah, the famous shoulder shot from Dusksail.” Reeder presses his finger against a slight dent in the freckled skin of his right shoulder. It’s redder in color than the rest of his skin, but hard to notice with the detailed tendrils of his tree branch tattoo winding around it. An image of one of the blossoms on a bough even partially covers the scar. “Got teased a lot for that one.” he grumbles.

Emotional

“Lorna would always say this thing to me that I can’t get out of my head. That she was the only person in the galaxy with the stomach to put up with me. I’ve tried to tell myself that it isn’t true, and yet... I just keep proving her right.”

[reederthereader-blog]

✉ (Vito)

Vitolen,

I felt inclined to write you a letter in light of my certain demise. I thought of all the people who’d impacted my life in some way in these recent years, and I’m surprised to say that you were one of them. 

When I say surprised, I don’t mean it as something negative. It’s just that the things you did for me seemed so small at first. An encouraging nod, a few words of assurance, one too many shared beers. Things that I appreciated at the moment but soon glanced over in favor of finding more things to complain about. But as I sit here contemplating how I’d spent what would unknowingly be my final years, I thought back to those moments and smiled. They reminded me that there are still good people on this world.

I understand that calling any Nexian ‘good’ is sort of muddy business. At this point most all of us have done things that keep us awake at nights and torture us with what-if’s. Many of us would argue that we aren’t good; that the struggles we’ve been through have damaged us beyond repair. I believed that of myself for quite a long time, ever since I made my first kill all those years ago.

But I’ve come to discover that the mistakes we’ve made, though they do haunt us, can never take away our ability to do good. As long as we are willing, there will always be an opportunity for us to bring joy into the lives of others, make things brighter, or even save the life of another. You took advantage of those opportunities with me when times were rough, and you know what? It made me realize I wasn’t alone. That there was still hope for the mercs and the thieves and the soldiers, so long as we tried to keep standing for what was right, and standing for one another.

I greatly respect you. You were a man of few words, mainly because you concerned yourself with the words that were most necessary and important. I think the phrase ‘quality over quantity’ is applicable. It’s because of this that I know I can trust you. I know I can count on you to look after the others while I’m gone, but I wasn’t sure if I could count on you to look after yourself. I write this letter to ask that you please do this. Whether that means going a little easier on the liquor, or to be a little more careful on future missions, or even just taking the time each day to give yourself a break and enjoy life, it’s up to you. 

I thank you for your companionship and understanding. I often debated in the past whether or not I could call you a friend, but at this point in time, the answer is as clear as day to me. So...

Please take care.

Your friend, Reeder

[reederthereader-blog]

Sorry

Statement

Dear VITOLEN,

It has come to my attention that my action of PURPOSEFULLY VOMITING ON YOUR SHOE could have been seen as ANNOYING/OFFENSIVE. I never intended to DO THAT. I want you to understand I was merely trying to COMMUNICATE MY FEELINGS OF DISDAIN FOR THE ROAN RANGER TV SHOW though I can see now that it may appear that I was REALLY DAMN DRUNK. Please accept my SINCERE apology.

Moving forward, I will attempt to AIM ELSEWHERE. That said, I would appreciate it if you DIDN’T SUGGEST I TRY HARDER LIQUOR.

Sincerely, your ASSOCIATE, REEDER.

Excuses

It is a habit

I was intoxicated

I Feel

Stupid

Better now

Please

Do not try to get even

Forget it ever happened

[reederthereader-blog]

37. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories? 40. How is their sense of humor? Do they have one? 41. Is your character aware of who they are? Strengths? Weaknesses? Idiosyncrasies? Capable of self-irony?

37 - Reeder usually focuses more on what’s currently going on than daydreaming. However, he does have a tendency to dwell on past memories when he’s left alone with his thoughts. 

40 - Most people would say Reeder’s sense of humor is nonexistant. But I can confirm as his creator that he does have one buried deep within his cold shriveled heart. The only sign that it exists, however, is when he accidentally lets a snort fly when he witnesses something comical happening. (Usually at someone else’s expense)

41 - Reeder has sort of talked himself into thinking he’s an extremely intelligent, highly skilled individual who’s justified in his all his actions. But deep down, he is actually aware of how downright mean he can be, and how bad a lot of the choices he’s made are. His anger and pride usually help him keep up the image of confidence. But once they run out, it’s pretty evident that he actually has an extremely low opinion of himself.