#red profile

MUN INFORMATION

Nickname: Nik

Age: 23 

Tumblr URL: N/A 

Timezone: CST

Triggers: Eggnog 

Secondary Character: Craig Tucker 

MUSE INFORMATION 

Muse’s name: Rebecca ‘Red’ Roth 

Age: 17 

Birthday: October 10 

Height: 5'8"

Sexuality: N/A

Occupation: Student // Gamer 

Headcanons: 

• Red is the product of a loving home. Though her father is a bit of a dope? He’s well meaning to her Mother’s strong feminist values. Both are supportive in her endeavors. 

• As one of the more avid female gamers in South Park. It only really made sense for Rebecca to strike out on YouTube. To moderate success no less. People found her dead pan game play commentary & special ‘guests’ entertaining and she quickly found herself rising in the popularity ranks. Being cute doesn’t hurt either.

 • Red’s band is called Spacefuckers ( All one word.), and started as an in joke between a handful of orchestra kids. Only to gain traction during an impromptu jam session for one of Token’s legendary parties.

• Despite being sufficiently book smart Rebecca prefers the arts and music to rigid academic pursuits. When not doodling in class? She spends her time drumming beats with anything in her reach or writing poetry in a faded blue notebook. 

• Kenny is a frequent collaborator in Red’s projects. Be it her gaming channel (They have a terribly cliche ship name bestowed by viewers.) or music ( She often kidnaps him from work to play gigs at small clubs and punk parties.). She respects his opinions. 

• Justin Timberlake is still Red’s favorite boy band member. She will actively fight anyone that talks shit about the guy because he was such an integral part of her childhood. She once punched Craig in the nose for calling him an overrated fag. 

• Due to a significant fur allergy, Red grew up mostly owning pets of the reptilian variety. At the moment? Her most prized one is a clever emerald dwarf chameleon named Boner, whom she’s had since he was a baby. 

 •  Red is currently captain of The South Park cows soccer team. After a stressful time juggling both cheerleading & soccer in Middle school she decided on the later. Preferring the less looks based athletic route, to actual competition. 

Sample para:  The bass is pounding, and there’s clear elation on freckled features as the red head shreds on her electric guitar— To these people the stage is Olympus & they are GODS come to rain down the gift of rhythm. It’s no surprise when she dives back first into the amassed mosh. All long pale limbs and fast fingers on fret. Her smile is wide and dimpled as they pass her back and forth. Though of course? Brows furrow at the feel of a pronounced PINCH on her backside. She catches a flash of tattooed fingers fleeing the scene & commits them and Spiked neon green hair to memory as she’s deposited back on the small ramshackle stage with her amused bandmates. It’s a community, they drive a full hour to rock out in Denver’s premier punk outfit— And rush back home at the strike of midnight with lukewarm Chinese takeout to beat HER 2 am curfew. 

“Yooooo, Kermit. You an ass man?” Her smile is cheshire smug, and there’s sweat clinging to her forehead & dripping down the back of her neck as she ambles up to the bar post set for a bottle of cold water. The jerk wad looks rightfully pleased at her question. “Only when it’s nice and tight.” Red is calm, casual when she takes a big sip from her Evian. “Yeah?” she inches a little closer, blue gaze half lidded. Coy—— WHACK! Kermit stumbles back, hand cupped at his bleeding nose & cursing through a mouthful of blood.  Red’s forehead throbs & the blond bartender hums. Whether in pity or amusement she isn’t certain, at the moment? Red head is malice incarnate, nostrils flared and chin held high. “Consent is my kink fuckslice…A present from me to you.” Appreciation is cool. Touching? NO dice. Her dad would be proud at the perfect execution.