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a son for indieville! i'm super pumped to work with him, my sweaty son. i, uh, got a little too pumped and made his art pixel. it was super fun, but oh boy do i need to practice =A=

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Reference

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"Ahem, do you mind? I'm trying to steal this. Look away, would ya? Goddamn."

Name:
Lane

Gender:
Male (he/him)

Race:
Living Mud

Anatomy:
While mostly solid, he does constantly drip if he isn't focused on the little bits and pieces of himself, which is admittedly rather rare. He shape is mostly human in form, it does have a few, well, mistakes. He accidentally took on a few more animalistic aspects during his creation, including slit pupils, scraggle teeth, forked tongue, and a general lack of a proper nose or ears. While he usually has control on the general solidness of his body, other than the varying stages between a puddle and a human-esque being, he doesn't have any say in the matter of his exact form. His digestive system does best with meat, especially stuff that's way past it's expiration date, and tends to work very quickly, giving him a somewhat burdensome appetite. His eyes, while perfectly acceptable and work well enough, have horrible near sight, and he very far sighted. He cannot focus on things too close to face, but damn if he's ever getting glasses to fix it.

Class:
Rogue

Favorite Food:
Rotten Fish

Items:
- Bag: A slightly slimy, clear plastic pack. A little worn, and stinks of wet dog. Oh god, does it stink. Contains tiny bits and bobbles, mostly garbage.
- Bottle: A little beat up, but in good condition still. But, uh, what is that in there? That's straight up nasty.
- Phone: Yes, it's an iPhone. Yes, it's cracked to hell. What about it? The thing still works, whatever.
- Weapon: Um, well, he didn't want to waste his money on bullshit. He's got fists? What more do you need really...

Personality:
(+) Curious, Daring, Intense, Selfless, Playful
(-) Abrasive, Egocentric, Greedy, Impatient, Messy

Lane cares the most about three things, himself, having fun, and adding to his collection. He tends to come off as selfish, and a bit of an ass, but he means... well enough. Look, he's a greedy bastard, ply him with shiny things and he'll do basically anything. He's no complex man with plots and ideas and plans running through his head, and quite frankly he can barely concentrate on the usual everyday people person things. He's a simple man, with even simpler desires, things don't really get too complicated around him. He is a bit morally corrupt but hush, it's not that bad.

Never one to take things too seriously however, Lane is definitely down to party any day, any time. He loves to experience new things, and hardly ever says no. Eternally curious, Lane won't stay in the same place for long, moving from job to job, and apartment to apartment, he's a restless soul and longs to travel across the world with nothing but a pack of bare essentials.

Likes:
Shiny Jewelry
Strange accessories
Tiny trinkets
Caiman
Catfish
Amusement Parks
Octopus
Bright lights
Outdoors

Dislikes:
Cleaning
Dull fabrics
Furry materials
Jellyfish
Heavy clothing
Cold temperatures
Writing
Explaining things

Stats:

TOUGHNESS: 🐟 🐟 🐟

STURDINESS: 🐟 🐟 🐟

CONFIDENCE: 🐟 🐟 🐟 🐟

INTUITION: 🐟

LUCK: 🐟 🐟 🐟 🐟

Background:
Lane had the most humble of beginnings. He was once just mud, piled underneath the largest tree for miles. Nothing special until one day, he got lightning strike number 42 and suddenly acquired sentience. Forming a body out of the few things he's seen, human, animal or otherwise, he spent the first few years of his life stumbling around in his home swamp, aimlessly wandering around withnothing to do but eat, sleep, and explore. Seeing as he didn't exacty grow up regular, Lane never got a true education, and instead learned simple things like human speech and behavior very slowly. Eventually, he stumbled upon an old camper's forgotten supplies and extended his travels to more established areas. He spent a while walking from rest area to campsite and back, living off himself and the rare kindness of another. He figured out the ins and outs of writing as well as he could, and used that to finally break into society proper. It's been a while since, and he's gotten himself well established, fully literate and everything! Nowadays, Lane hangs around Indieville, living in a rundown studio in Bogtown and lurking around anywhere he'd be let in.

Romantic/Sexual Orientation:
Pansexual/Panromantic

Shipping?:
Please discuss with me! I'm open, but I don't want to force it !!

RP Method:
Discord (or paintberri??)
I am a slow writer, but tend to rp lit, or just headcanon. However, I would really like to try Paintberri! The site seems so fun ovo

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Description

a son for indieville! i'm super pumped to work with him, my sweaty son. i, uh, got a little too pumped and made his art pixel. it was super fun, but oh boy do i need to practice =A=

•✫ 💀 ✦ 💀 ✫•

Reference

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"Ahem, do you mind? I'm trying to steal this. Look away, would ya? Goddamn."

Name:
Lane

Gender:
Male (he/him)

Race:
Living Mud

Anatomy:
While mostly solid, he does constantly drip if he isn't focused on the little bits and pieces of himself, which is admittedly rather rare. He shape is mostly human in form, it does have a few, well, mistakes. He accidentally took on a few more animalistic aspects during his creation, including slit pupils, scraggle teeth, forked tongue, and a general lack of a proper nose or ears. While he usually has control on the general solidness of his body, other than the varying stages between a puddle and a human-esque being, he doesn't have any say in the matter of his exact form. His digestive system does best with meat, especially stuff that's way past it's expiration date, and tends to work very quickly, giving him a somewhat burdensome appetite. His eyes, while perfectly acceptable and work well enough, have horrible near sight, and he very far sighted. He cannot focus on things too close to face, but damn if he's ever getting glasses to fix it.

Class:
Rogue

Favorite Food:
Rotten Fish

Items:
- Bag: A slightly slimy, clear plastic pack. A little worn, and stinks of wet dog. Oh god, does it stink. Contains tiny bits and bobbles, mostly garbage.
- Bottle: A little beat up, but in good condition still. But, uh, what is that in there? That's straight up nasty.
- Phone: Yes, it's an iPhone. Yes, it's cracked to hell. What about it? The thing still works, whatever.
- Weapon: Um, well, he didn't want to waste his money on bullshit. He's got fists? What more do you need really...

Personality:
(+) Curious, Daring, Intense, Selfless, Playful
(-) Abrasive, Egocentric, Greedy, Impatient, Messy

Lane cares the most about three things, himself, having fun, and adding to his collection. He tends to come off as selfish, and a bit of an ass, but he means... well enough. Look, he's a greedy bastard, ply him with shiny things and he'll do basically anything. He's no complex man with plots and ideas and plans running through his head, and quite frankly he can barely concentrate on the usual everyday people person things. He's a simple man, with even simpler desires, things don't really get too complicated around him. He is a bit morally corrupt but hush, it's not that bad.

Never one to take things too seriously however, Lane is definitely down to party any day, any time. He loves to experience new things, and hardly ever says no. Eternally curious, Lane won't stay in the same place for long, moving from job to job, and apartment to apartment, he's a restless soul and longs to travel across the world with nothing but a pack of bare essentials.

Likes:
Shiny Jewelry
Strange accessories
Tiny trinkets
Caiman
Catfish
Amusement Parks
Octopus
Bright lights
Outdoors

Dislikes:
Cleaning
Dull fabrics
Furry materials
Jellyfish
Heavy clothing
Cold temperatures
Writing
Explaining things

Stats:

TOUGHNESS: 🐟 🐟 🐟

STURDINESS: 🐟 🐟 🐟

CONFIDENCE: 🐟 🐟 🐟 🐟

INTUITION: 🐟

LUCK: 🐟 🐟 🐟 🐟

Background:
Lane had the most humble of beginnings. He was once just mud, piled underneath the largest tree for miles. Nothing special until one day, he got lightning strike number 42 and suddenly acquired sentience. Forming a body out of the few things he's seen, human, animal or otherwise, he spent the first few years of his life stumbling around in his home swamp, aimlessly wandering around withnothing to do but eat, sleep, and explore. Seeing as he didn't exacty grow up regular, Lane never got a true education, and instead learned simple things like human speech and behavior very slowly. Eventually, he stumbled upon an old camper's forgotten supplies and extended his travels to more established areas. He spent a while walking from rest area to campsite and back, living off himself and the rare kindness of another. He figured out the ins and outs of writing as well as he could, and used that to finally break into society proper. It's been a while since, and he's gotten himself well established, fully literate and everything! Nowadays, Lane hangs around Indieville, living in a rundown studio in Bogtown and lurking around anywhere he'd be let in.

Romantic/Sexual Orientation:
Pansexual/Panromantic

Shipping?:
Please discuss with me! I'm open, but I don't want to force it !!

RP Method:
Discord (or paintberri??)
I am a slow writer, but tend to rp lit, or just headcanon. However, I would really like to try Paintberri! The site seems so fun ovo

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