Eat Rock, Be Nonbianry

So I was thinking about how when the Rangers return to Azuria after the Arkveld/Simon encounter in Serathis, the lack of any reaction about their return from across the Meridian is explained away by claiming that Arken and his closest advisors hid that information on purpose.

Which seems mostly fine at first, but then I was thinking…how long were the Rangers absent? Because the longer that is the funnier it is that whatever excuse was cooked up for why no one’s seen any of them at all for x amount of time is apparently completely believed to the point their return is entirely without ceremony.

SO me and my bad memory are gonna go through and count about how many days the game implies they’re gone.

CULT OF THE LAMB - CHARACTER BIO

AU NAME (If applicable):

Is the AU Canon-Divergent? A Continuation of canon events? A separate AU / parallel universe?

Synopsis of AU – (i.e. An AU in which the Lamb escaped the slaughtering. An AU in which Narinder is a crown-bearer, etc.)

CHARACTER ATTRIBUTES

OC Name:

Alternative Names:

Age:

Gender:

Height:

Morals/Virtues: (i.e. Neutral good, lawful evil, etc)

Personality:

Temperament:

Educational Background, if any:

Hobbies:

Strengths:

Weaknesses:

Fears/Phobias:

What is something that they would never admit out loud?

What is their most closely guarded secret?

TIMELINE

Life before the Cult:

• Domestics: Who was your OC before the genocide? Did they have a family? Siblings? Parents? Were they nomadic? Did they live in the outskirts?

• Lifestyle: What did they do to survive, if anything? Were they happy and oblivious until the last moment, were they on the run? Were they in any particular biome (Darkwood, Anura, so on) Etc.

• At what age were they captured/sacrificed? Who, if anyone, witnessed this event?

Vesselhood – Cooperation:

• First impressions of their patron God.

• Learning phase – were they a natural talent? Was there a steep learning curve as the new crown bearer? Were your OC’s vision aligned to their God’s, or was there a lot of resistance?

• Cult Responsibilities – Are they a responsible leader, or did they require interference/tending to by outside parties (such as Ratau)? Do they have a strict schedule, or were they more of a go-with-the-flow kind of person?

• Religious Ideals: Passive or Aggressive? Wrathful or peaceful? Cannibalistic or grass-eater?

Vesselhood – Resistance:

• Their inner thoughts and feelings on being asked to die for their God. What led to the betrayal?

• WHY DO THEY FIGHT?

• WHO DO THEY FIGHT FOR? Their cult? Found family? Themselves?

• Do any Ideals change?

Ascension: Infancy – 0-100 years*

• Is their ascension a slow progression? Is it quick?

• What physical changes happen, if any?

• What mental changes happen, if any?

• What changes about the cult? Expansion? Shrinkage? Location change? Nothing at all?

• Any love interests to note? Do they marry their God or cast them out?

Ascension: Adolescence – 150-500 years*

• What physical changes happen, if any?

• What mental changes happen, if any?

• What changes about the cult? Expansion? Shrinkage? Location change? Nothing at all?

• SHITTENS? MAYHAP?

*** Alter timeframe and notes as needed per your AU

Godhood

• What is their goal? Who do they want to be?

• Does their morality change? Do their domains change?

• How is the cult run after they properly ascend? Are they present in daily matters or do they become more of an unseen legend?

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1. Imagine you’re a powerful wizard

One night, I was working my last hour of my shift covering the Customer Service desk, which meant when I wasn't busy, I was supposed to help clean up around the cash registers, including taking back items people changed their minds about at the checkout. Earlier, I had witnessed a kid carrying thos cute plushy toy. It was a brown and white hedgehog. The kid, at the checkout, saw a remote control car and he told his dad he qanted it. The dad told him, "The plushy or the car- you can't have both" (by the way, I respect boundaries with kids and parents sticking to their guns about it), and the kid picked the car.

So, I'm cleaning up, have less than an hour left of my shift, and I see the little plushy hedgehog. Somehow, he never got put back nor had anyone else seen him and decided to buy him. He was just sitting there, slumped to the side, unattended.

It's Christmas and I'm a sentimental old sap at heart. My brain starts replaying the scene from RUDOLPH where he's on the Island of Misfot Toys, and is told a toy is never truly happy until it is loved. I picked him up and quickly took him back to the bin with the plushies but... It was empty. He was literally the last plushy toy and my boss was about to wheel the bin out. We weren't getting any more toys till November, so that meant any toys left at this point needed to sell or they'd be sent to the dump.

I brought the little hedgehog to the front, figuring someone would see him with the candy, candles, & Christmas brick-a-brack, and fall in love with him. When I finished my shift, I went to ask my manager a question and as I passed the Christmas candle display - there he sat, the sad little slumped over hedgehog plushy. No one had bought him, or even moved him.

My manager, Phillip, saw me and the hedgehog. He asked how the hedgehog got there. I told him how I'd put him there when the bin got sent back, and he was the only plushy left. Philip had kids, I figured he'd probably get sentimental and buy it for his kids. Nope. He shrugged and said he'd send it back to be disposed of.

That night, I came home with a plushy hedgehog in my passenger seat. My mom saw him and just thought he was the cutest little hedgehog and asked what I wanted to do with him. I told her the story, then added I didn't know exactly what I wanted to do with him.

My mom is a child psychiatrist, specializing in children with PTSD and brain damage that results in learning problems/issues with processing their emotions. She asked if she could have the plushy hedgehog (even offered to pay me for him, she didn't expect me to just give him over), so kids could hug him when they were upset in session.

Murphy, the plushy hedgehog that still slumps a little to the left when seated, has been hugged by hundreds of kids. Little girls have held him tight while explaining about bullies, little boys have held him tight while crying over their panic attacks, younger siblings have held him to whisper secrets while elder siblings and parents talk about self-soothing techniques, teenagers have hugged Murphy while talking about the worst day of their lives. Murphy has also been hugged by kids excitedly chatting about a new friend at school, a teen girl excited to be called by her name instead of her dead-name, little kids proudly saying they've mastered their ABCs, and even staff members who just need to come chat over a case they are having trouble with.

Every now and then, my mom brings Murphy home for a weekend. He gets washed (she calls it a Spa Weekend, to her coworkers, all of them laughing), dried, and sits outside with my mom in the sunshine to get aired out, then on Monday, they are back to work. Some kids even just ask to hold Murphy while they talk, no matter their mood or what they want to talk about. They just want to hug Murphy.

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