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I'm glad we both share a terrible interest in injuring our characters through any means imaginable. Really loving the physics his headtails have and the look on his face.

As requested by Johannhawk. Rissa's a Rap God. (Thanks, Cynicalwhovian.) "Rissa's dress is loud, but she is sitting in the Quiet Room of the Library." - JANUS

Coldflame posted in my old Character Theme Song thread, and...well, this happened.

Commission Sheet! It's, uh, a little rushed, sorry. This is kind of...more of a guideline than a "YOU MUST PAY XYZ". It's sort of the expected minimum though.

God, I'd love to animate one day. It's terribly time consuming though, and a lack of motivation doesn't help. Thank you, I'm pretty happy with it! She uh, well. Flipped her shit, really. It was a bad time.

I really enjoy Natalia and Rissa's interactions. It's two entirely different type of people meeting and discussing relationships, it's cute and I love it. There is no proof to these accusations. Drew this recently at least, based on a round where Rissa got cloned for the first time. She's uh, going to need to dye her hair again.

while i appreciate this to some degree, where does the line get drawn that its reasonable to assume a character knows all of this stuff because theyve seen it all and learned? being a veteran, too, is part of roleplaying, and while i get that validhunting and whatever's a big deal, it's going to be incredibly hard to force knowledgeable sec players to act dumb i understand making it so only sec knows what these weird objects are hell i understand making it so only the head of security knows what the really sneaky shit is i just worry this sort of thing might slip us too close to bay, which is what terrifies and frustrates a lot of people who come to para to begin with so i mean, i'm for it, but i'm incredibly wary about it

i'm pretty much with twinmold on this one. people are playing this more like a game where winning and losing matters, rather than a roleplaying game where the point is that everyone is having fun. i've been known to spout that antags should have a harder time (stares intently at antag science) but in the end both sides of the coin, crew and non-crew, spend a fuckton of time trying to 'win' when it doesn't matter at all, and it's made things take a nosedive. the thing is though, despite this, i like paradise as it is now. i like it more than i did when i first joined, in fact, though i can't pinpoint why. i guess it's the friendships i've made or the positive changes that've come along, but i'm a lot happier with the server than i used to be. i don't want the old days back, i want the new days to be better.

The Vulpkanin looked uneasily at the occupied single bed beside him, unfolding his legs and rising from his seat at a desk. The IPC sat up slowly with a loud whirr, the monitor flickering to life with a nauseating purple. His breath shuddered as RISSA's previous avatar was replaced with a brown feline with curly red hair, blue and purple eyes, and a disgusting blood/vomit mixture seeming to ooze endlessly from its mouth. "Vat..." He swallowed, beginning to retreat to the bedroom's doorway. "Vat are you?" "Oh, you know what I am." The IPC sneers, easing its way out of the bed and taking a few steps towards Sebastian. A noise of voices being rewound rapidly began to spout out of the machine's voicebox, before clicking and playing normally. "Zee subjekt." The avatar's eyes narrowed, following the male as he scurries his way to the main room of the apartment. "B-but zat doesn't - v-ve thought zat-" A dark chuckle made its way out of the machine's voicebox. "You thought I was gone? Oh, how quaint." It lunges and wraps a metallic hand around the canine's throat, digging in like a vice and slamming him against a wall. "Nothing you do can get rid of me. You can take out more and more pieces until there's nothing fucking left, but I will always be here." The Vulpkanin gurgles, squirming as he began to run out of breath. The IPC loosens its grip, and he gasps, gulping down as much air as he can before the machine tightened its grasp once more. "V-vat a-are you hopink t-to gain?" "I want out." Silence, Sebastian's eyes rolling back into his head for a moment as he groaned, soon being let loose. He trembled on the ground, rubbing his neck. "You...you vant to be separatet," he elaborated for the machine, being met with a nod. He rested his head against the wall behind him and sighed. "Ve can't." "That's not the answer I wanted, Bleier." "It is ze only one I can give you, Nerissa." The avatar closed its eyes for a moment, beginning to grit its teeth as the chassis trembled. Her fist slammed against the kitchen counter before grabbing a knife, stomping over to the canine and pointing it at his throat, the sharpened point penetrating skin and drawing blood. "Well it's not good enough," she whispered. "Where's Lazzuxei?" "Gone," Sebastian answered immediately. "He iz gone. Far avay. I do not know vhere." "Tell him to get his ass back here. Now." "He is hours avay-" "I. Don't. Care." The Vulpkanin nods, letting out a slow breath of air out of his nose. He pointed towards his bedroom, and is quickly yanked up to his feet and shoved there before being forcefully sat down in the seat. He cracked his knuckles and booted up his computer's emailing service, typing as fast as his clawed hands could. He shakily hit the send button, turning in his chair towards Nerissa. "Zhere. It is done." Her eyes narrowed once more as she pushed his seat away, leaning in to read the message. She calmly turned off the computer and offered the man a sickeningly sweet smile. "Good job. Let's get a drink while we wait for him." Sebastian swallowed nervously, obediently heading into the main room of his home. He opened his fridge, clearing his throat. "Voult you, uh...I do not have any Synthanol for you. Is zhat alright?" "Just fine." The canine leaned forward to reach his beer, letting out a sharp yelp as the door was slammed against him. The IPC grabbed him by the shirt and quickly smashed a bottle over his head, shoving the alcohol-soaked Vulpkanin onto the kitchen counters. He gasped and wheezed, the wind having been knocked out of him from the sudden attack. His ears flicked and then immediately flattened to the sides of his head as he heard the familiar clicking of a cigarette lighter, and he soon yowled in agony as he felt an immediate, intense heat spark on his head. The machine stared coldly down at the squirming, flaming body beside her as his screams only increased in volume, concerned banging beginning to come from the walls belonging to his neighbours. "Is everything okay in there?!" Was asked faintly from one side, and "Oh god, call the police!" came from the other. Nerissa ignored the complaints and cries, thrusting the knife into her victim's head repeatedly as he burned, soon cracking the skull. Blood began to soak the counter, the knife, and her chassis as she carved her way through bone to get to the vitals beneath, soon separating the brain with several precise cuts. She stood up straight with the organ in her hands, turning her monitor towards the sound of distant sirens. Grabbing a satchel before shoving the brain and knife into it, Nerissa forced her way out of the apartment; quickly escaping the complex and disappearing into the darkened alleys. She would find Ezeroc, eventually. He can't hide forever.

God I love you, Dreamy.

If RISSA had a camera with her constantly...quite honestly she'd probably do selfies just because she likes making funny faces.

Honestly, some people just aren't built for fighting.

beeeees

played around with line-less art. skinda fun.

Well, I can always draw one, if you'd like. Also I don't believe this picture needs any explaination.

Mime tips!

Clown tips!

RISSA Tips: Brig Phys! If it's hard to read, let me know. I'll add a quote.

RISSA Tips: Greyshirts!

RISSA on Bluespace Summoning!: o-oh

Maints are scary.

here's what my dork would look like if she ever got to be organic bonus realistic version where only her eyes and hair is neon. i think i prefer this one.

RISSA's tips for Command!: