Hi, I'm Bob

WARNING! Reference to childhood SA! Read at your own risk. I'm not to blame if you don't like it, I warned you!

Backstory: Rhiannon is extremely paranoid and believes any man who shows interest wants to murder her or worse. A lot of her paranoia stems from something she experienced with an older boy when she was really young, around 5 years old. She also very aware as a child, noticing things said on the radio and stories on the newspapers about gang related violence. It gave her the idea that men were only kind to trick people and they are always planning something horrible.

She does goes to school regularly and she is in theater, despite being in theater, she desires not to be noticed by others. She hardly talks and she keeps to herself leading her to be not only a background character on stage, but also in her own life.

Her daily schedule is to wake up, get to school on the busiest route, do school, stay after school if needed for theater, and go home by the busiest route. If it's the weekends, she hangs around the bookstore or MELODIA the record shop.

Her favorite type of music is Dark Wave, stuff like Don't Fear the Reaper and Big Mouth Strikes Again, along with cello music which she actually plays the cello.

Personality: Rhiannon as stated above is paranoid, with her paranoia keeps her from talking to people making her very socially awkward because of this she actually doesn't know Nadsat.

She very kind to the other girls in her school while the boys most of the time get the cold shoulder. With men outside of school, she speaks very bluntly which can come off as rude.

Rhiannon also gets nervous easily and has a oversized jacket to wear, she treats it as a safety blanket and a way to blend in. However in private she is very expressive and feels more comfortable going into her interest of cello, star signs, mythology, and the meanings of dreams.

Though she will find herself loosing her grip on reality when a certain gang leader spots her.

Characters that inspired me:

Mima Kirigoe from Perfect Blue

Anya from Mouthwashing

Ayano Aishi (Rhiannon is not a yandere) from Yandere Simulator

Veronica Sawyer from Heathers Song that remind me of my OC:

Blow My Brains Out, song by Tikkle Me

Labyrinth, song by Miracle Musical

As someone who grew up loving animals to death, I need you if you can to sign this petition. Basically, a data center for AI is going to be built across the zoo and I don't think I need to explain why this bad.

I know everyone is pretty upset about the fact with not being able to take photos or to share Miis, but frankly I'm not too worried about it. I figuring that they'll either add it later if they change their minds or we'll just find work arounds with just videos instead of photos

It actually kind of makes me smile with the idea of people uploading videos titled 'HOW TO MAKE SPONGEBOB IN TOMODACHI LIFE: LIVING THE DREAM', not saying the feature of just being able to share Mii wouldn't be easier, but there is always another way.

In 1987, Rhiannon was seven and was very aware of the Wizarding world. Her older sister, Simone, was already in her second year and wasn’t shy about telling her or their parents about the magic or letting Rhiannon hold her wand. Rhiannon would always sneak to look and read her sister’s schoolbooks, her favorites being Magical Draughts and Potions and Fantastic Beast and Where to Find Them, she would read them for days and not get bored and it got to the point where she could recite any passage from the books and Simone would always remind her that the potion professor never used the book in his classes. Of course, her older sister would also remind her how rare it was for there to even be muggleborns, so she was not expecting to be a witch until her eighth birthday. 

Rhiannon was struggling with her math homework, she took a deep breath and whispered “I know this... I just need to remember the formula was again” She tapped her pencil against the desk and the more she stared at the paper and the numbers the more stressed she became. “Why can I remember potion recipes and what unicorns' hair is used for, on the top of my head, but not remember a simple math formula!?”  She complained as she threw the pencil down on the desk, she felt her face and hands warming up as she stared at the paper, her eyes getting watery. She kept staring and as soon as the tears finally dripped down on her face, her hands lit up and with a panicked scream she fell, staring at the fire on her hands; it didn’t burn, it felt nice... like she was putting her hands near a fire and that her hands weren’t literally on fire and as her parents and sister rushed overlooking in awe. Her mother came over and tried to stop the fire, as her sister hugged her the fire died down only to her finger like it was a candle and her sister looked at her smiling... “You’re like me!” and hugged her tighter, Rhiannon stared at the fire feeling the comfort of the warmth “I'm a witch!” Rhiannon shouted as the fire grew more before snuffing out leaving no burn marks.

They all calmed down and her father smiled a bit “Couldn’t you have just made the cold water turn into hot water like Simone?” He joked hugging her while checking her hand just to be safe, “Do you know how rare it is for TWO muggleborns to be in the same family?”  Simone asked wanting to show off “Now wait, why did your hand even do that?” their mother asked in a stern voice “I.. I couldn’t figure out my homework and.. I got angry that I couldn’t figure it out, I wanted to know, and I knew that I could do it, I just forgot how..” Rhiannon whimpered out turning red in her cheeks and her father rubbed her back “That’s okay, you got stressed but that just shows you wanted to know, let’s take a break and I’ll make you some jasmine tea then we can try to figure it out together.” he said, and she nodded getting up. 

After that, Rhiannon couldn’t wait to turn eleven and get to Hogwarts, she reread all of Simone’s books as the years went by, and though her accidental magic was more work and chaos she knew that meant she would learn how to control it with her wand. She would spend every day daydreaming in her class about what it would be like her wand, her house, how she would do in class. All of it felt like a dream but as soon as 1990 february the eleventh rolled around and a barn owl flew by dropping a letter on the doorstep, she rushed over to her mother almost sliding against the wood as she took the letter ripping it open and read the letter and it said:

“Dear Miss. Roth

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwart of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely, 

Minerva McGonagall” 

Rhiannon was practically vibrating as she read over the letter and equipment “I can use Simone’s old first year books so we just have to get the uniform, cauldron, glass phials, telescope, brass scales, and most importantly my wand!” Rhiannon smiled, “Good thinking.” her father smiled ruffling her head as Simone went down the hallways to bring her books to Rhiannon’s room though she looked a bit upset to be giving up her things.