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Description
I said I would try to join one more time before I dropped completely, so here it goes.

Basic Information

Name: Cobweb
Age: Significantly older than last week. (He doesn't recall a time he didn't look like this, so he's not really sure.)
Height: 5ft 10 (6ft1 when levitating. He doesn't often touch the ground.)
Species: Cobweb is an accumulation of bad thoughts. Calling him a bad thought suffices, but he's not really picky over titles.

Personal Background

Likes: He's partial to gemstones and shiny things. He likes: music, humming, wandering, new things, old things, blue things, gold things, grey things, black things, nice things, cracked things. Trinkets amuse him. He enjoys the company of others but can feel a little overwhelmed by crowds. He'd rather be part of a group silently than to join in the conversation (he's very thoughtful). He likes witty banter, books, reading, and stories very much. He enjoys plotting and scheming and thoughts of revenge (other people's).
Dislikes: He does not like people touching his hair. He does not like: His chest being touched, his "braids" being touched, people getting near his face (he'll often back away uncomfortably), shouting and loud conversation, being pushed, when people try to drag him into a fight, being hit, being pulled to the ground, having his clothing torn. He strongly dislikes being pushed to anger.
Fears: Killing anything. Losing any of his senses. Amber, jet, and smokey-quartz, and solid silver anything.
Goals: Cobweb enjoys companies of people and wandering, traveling to Hiems provides a variety of individuals and an interesting place to be a part of for a while.
Personality: Cobweb is calm, pleasant, and almost always happy. His straight face often has a small bit of a smile to it. He's all for meeting people, but worries that they might think he's ignoring them because he'd rather have something meaningful to say than to just quickly respond (it may take him until the next day to answer a question). He's can be kind and gentle, but anger completely flips his personality. As his origins come from unclean, savage, or murderous thoughts, his violence is also derived from that and he can become exceedingly blood thirsty when angered (though it takes quite a lot to, usually being hit dead center in the chest, or being rather abruptly hurt in another way will trigger it).
History: So long ago that he couldn't tell you when, Cobweb sprung from a plethora of like-thinking minds. He assumes it was in some time of war that he was forged from the disgusting darker depths of a person's thoughts, but he won't bet money on that. Since then he has been looming in and out of sight and feeding off of further anger and desperation. Because of all the suffering he is able to see, and has seen, he's apposed to being cruel himself (he figures others have done it enough for him.) His existence was discovered on several occasions, but his strange being was only put to work towards one cause or another. Myths spread between the times when he was captured and released and more lords and ladies recognized him when they saw him, and more lords and ladies remembered how to capture him (it took nothing more than a few silver shackles and gemstones that protected against negative energy for him to be captured and kept in a corporeal form.) He's fought wars, assassinated royals, kidnapped, thieved, killed and killed again. The years were not kind to him.

Killing engrained itself so far into his being that he began to think of nothing else, and that was cause for concern. It took decades to shy away from people, but he most certainly did it. He hid from the masses and avoided contact at all costs, fearing that someone else would pull him into blood shed. Traveling seemed appealing, and so he avoided staying in one area for too long, and spent his time in hiding when he was stationary. After such a long stint of time away from people he began to forget why he had been traveling in the first place. His mind was all he had, and that was slipping. Fighting against the fear of being reclaimed as someone's property, he traveled back into socialization and kept his wits about him, slowly integrating back into a proper sense of being. He recovered enough of himself to justify travels again, but this time in less secrecy. He made his way along the words of others until he'd stumbled across the peculiar area of Hiems Mansion, a place of all sorts, and a trove of fascination.

Miscellaneous Information:
- He can see, but it relies mostly on his other senses. His "braids" are a help with that, acting almost like antennae.
- He really likes flowers for some reason...like..really likes them.
- The gems on his arms serve another purpose, but they're mostly there to remind him of his favorite color for when he forgets.
- He is very forgetful, and very sorry about that.
- His blood is blue/green

Physical stuff?
- He has rather swift reflexes, but is much clumsier when on the ground.
- If his "braids" are damaged he can't levitate.
- He can take a hit very well (sometimes without a flinch) so long as it's not dead center on his chest.

Roleplay Information

Chatroom Availability: Off and on (depends on work load)
IM Availability: If you have my skype it's nearly always.

Script Sample:
Cobweb: And what place as this, that I would come upon and delight in the sight of? *He saw the area as best he could, with what little knowledge he possessed of it. The cricket clicks of various nighttime insects and the smooth and silken wash of the fountain tree played harmoniously into the still darkness. He sighed to himself, wondering what this place would feel like under a moon's sheet. His attention turned upwards, focusing on the ever watchful eye of the mansion.* This place with which but one eyes sees... *he smiled faintly and stepped toward the home of many* must surely be the place for me.

Description
I said I would try to join one more time before I dropped completely, so here it goes.

Basic Information

Name: Cobweb
Age: Significantly older than last week. (He doesn't recall a time he didn't look like this, so he's not really sure.)
Height: 5ft 10 (6ft1 when levitating. He doesn't often touch the ground.)
Species: Cobweb is an accumulation of bad thoughts. Calling him a bad thought suffices, but he's not really picky over titles.

Personal Background

Likes: He's partial to gemstones and shiny things. He likes: music, humming, wandering, new things, old things, blue things, gold things, grey things, black things, nice things, cracked things. Trinkets amuse him. He enjoys the company of others but can feel a little overwhelmed by crowds. He'd rather be part of a group silently than to join in the conversation (he's very thoughtful). He likes witty banter, books, reading, and stories very much. He enjoys plotting and scheming and thoughts of revenge (other people's).
Dislikes: He does not like people touching his hair. He does not like: His chest being touched, his "braids" being touched, people getting near his face (he'll often back away uncomfortably), shouting and loud conversation, being pushed, when people try to drag him into a fight, being hit, being pulled to the ground, having his clothing torn. He strongly dislikes being pushed to anger.
Fears: Killing anything. Losing any of his senses. Amber, jet, and smokey-quartz, and solid silver anything.
Goals: Cobweb enjoys companies of people and wandering, traveling to Hiems provides a variety of individuals and an interesting place to be a part of for a while.
Personality: Cobweb is calm, pleasant, and almost always happy. His straight face often has a small bit of a smile to it. He's all for meeting people, but worries that they might think he's ignoring them because he'd rather have something meaningful to say than to just quickly respond (it may take him until the next day to answer a question). He's can be kind and gentle, but anger completely flips his personality. As his origins come from unclean, savage, or murderous thoughts, his violence is also derived from that and he can become exceedingly blood thirsty when angered (though it takes quite a lot to, usually being hit dead center in the chest, or being rather abruptly hurt in another way will trigger it).
History: So long ago that he couldn't tell you when, Cobweb sprung from a plethora of like-thinking minds. He assumes it was in some time of war that he was forged from the disgusting darker depths of a person's thoughts, but he won't bet money on that. Since then he has been looming in and out of sight and feeding off of further anger and desperation. Because of all the suffering he is able to see, and has seen, he's apposed to being cruel himself (he figures others have done it enough for him.) His existence was discovered on several occasions, but his strange being was only put to work towards one cause or another. Myths spread between the times when he was captured and released and more lords and ladies recognized him when they saw him, and more lords and ladies remembered how to capture him (it took nothing more than a few silver shackles and gemstones that protected against negative energy for him to be captured and kept in a corporeal form.) He's fought wars, assassinated royals, kidnapped, thieved, killed and killed again. The years were not kind to him.

Killing engrained itself so far into his being that he began to think of nothing else, and that was cause for concern. It took decades to shy away from people, but he most certainly did it. He hid from the masses and avoided contact at all costs, fearing that someone else would pull him into blood shed. Traveling seemed appealing, and so he avoided staying in one area for too long, and spent his time in hiding when he was stationary. After such a long stint of time away from people he began to forget why he had been traveling in the first place. His mind was all he had, and that was slipping. Fighting against the fear of being reclaimed as someone's property, he traveled back into socialization and kept his wits about him, slowly integrating back into a proper sense of being. He recovered enough of himself to justify travels again, but this time in less secrecy. He made his way along the words of others until he'd stumbled across the peculiar area of Hiems Mansion, a place of all sorts, and a trove of fascination.

Miscellaneous Information:
- He can see, but it relies mostly on his other senses. His "braids" are a help with that, acting almost like antennae.
- He really likes flowers for some reason...like..really likes them.
- The gems on his arms serve another purpose, but they're mostly there to remind him of his favorite color for when he forgets.
- He is very forgetful, and very sorry about that.
- His blood is blue/green

Physical stuff?
- He has rather swift reflexes, but is much clumsier when on the ground.
- If his "braids" are damaged he can't levitate.
- He can take a hit very well (sometimes without a flinch) so long as it's not dead center on his chest.

Roleplay Information

Chatroom Availability: Off and on (depends on work load)
IM Availability: If you have my skype it's nearly always.

Script Sample:
Cobweb: And what place as this, that I would come upon and delight in the sight of? *He saw the area as best he could, with what little knowledge he possessed of it. The cricket clicks of various nighttime insects and the smooth and silken wash of the fountain tree played harmoniously into the still darkness. He sighed to himself, wondering what this place would feel like under a moon's sheet. His attention turned upwards, focusing on the ever watchful eye of the mansion.* This place with which but one eyes sees... *he smiled faintly and stepped toward the home of many* must surely be the place for me.