(Yee, should be fine. D'you want me to make the actual human first? Cause I'll have to make an entirely new character unless HOLY CRAP CAN MY HUMAN BE MYSELF cause I was thinking about that earlier but then I was like "no that's dumb" cause I say that about all my ideas, but now I really wanna do it cause I feel like it would be a lot easier to create people for myself and OMYGODS i could have a name for my anxiety holy shoot I think I just blew my own mind but the point of this annoying rant is can I have my human be myself?)
(Yeah!! I was kinda gonna make a character out of myself too lol. Not exactly the same but mostly, because why the heccin hecc not?)
(Also you only really need to make the human character on template really, you could jump in with sides as needed.)
(Aight thanksss. That post gave me serious deja vu, as is this post.)
(Hey, do you have a preferred age for the characters? They're going to interact, right? Aww, what if the emotions had meetings about the other person's feelings? That'd be adorable. But I'm getting off topic. The point if: what age should my me be?)
Name: Sparky Dennis
Age: 19
Gender: Genderfluid, She/They
Sexuality: Pansexual/demisexual
Height: 5' 6" (My IRL height is 6' 8". No lie. But I want to be a smol now so fite me on this if you dare!)
Body type: Curvy and lean, with a little bit of chunk, but it's cute.
Skin tone: Tannish red.
Eyes: Greyish blue, wider and rounder.
Hair: Short, pixie cut, normally dyed in a purplish reddish colour.
Personality: Very reserved mostly, but that's just because understanding social cues is difficult as fuck. But when you do get to know Sparky, you find she's very empathetic, energetic, eccentric, and a loyal friend. Once you get past the autism and mild speech impediment you come to realize that there's a lot to this bubbly individual. However, social situations are generally stressing and hard and large groups are a big nope.
Job: Writer and graphic designer.
Backstory: Sparky didn't always have as good a life as they did. Their father was emotionally and verbally abusive because of their autistic traits, sometimes physically, as well as to their older brother for trying to help them. Their mother divorced him when Sparky was 11, but there was still some damage. a year passed. Then one night the stove was left on, and the house caught in fire. Their mother didn't make it. Sparky's brother, even though he was in college at the time, took custody over their younger sibling and raised them both on the little money they had. Six years later, Sparky turned eighteen and made her own path in the world, is currently studying graphic design and plans to major in that, minor in Fine Arts. They have a small job for a company to help the design team, she feels as if she's really contributing to her and her brother, and kind of thanking him for everything tbh. Sparky hangs out in the local library and cafe most days, when both aren't too busy to cause panic.
Other: This isn't me irl. This is just the other, fictional me staying as real as possible but like, slightly different appearance, backstory, etc.
Other other: Has a tattoo of a treble clef on their left shoulder.
(Hey, do you have a preferred age for the characters? They're going to interact, right? Aww, what if the emotions had meetings about the other person's feelings? That'd be adorable. But I'm getting off topic. The point if: what age should my me be?)
(Oh, I was making my character and didn't see this. Whatever you want!!!)
Name: Mj Malone (Real name in this is gonna be Mary Jane. Not from Spiderman. But like her.)
Age:18
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pan, yoooo
Height: 5'2'' (Literally taller than my actual self. HOW you so tall?)
Body type: Petite. In every way. Just. Frickin tiny.
Skin tone: Fair
Eyes: Sea green w/ yellow bursts in the middle
Hair: Caramel colored, waist length, very thin, nearly always pulled up into some kind of half-up style.
Personality: Well, if she doesn't know you, she's a shy little motherfucker, but you become her friend and she will stick to you like glue, spout nonsense at you, and generally act crazy. Legitimately insane sometimes. But very anxious when talking to people or relicing conversations. She doesn't show it, though. LITERALLY CANNOT HANDLE COMPLIMENTS. Will splutter, turn red, and hide her face.
Job: College student, writes comics for webtoons, if that counts?
Backstory: She had a pretty stereotypical white girl upbringing. Her dad was pretty much a bastard for the first 5 years of her life, but once her sister was born, he calmed down. Still, her favorite times are when he's at work. She wanted to run away several times because she has… issues.With both anxiety and depression. Sometimes her mother takes away her computer, and she has panic attacks. She also has panic attacks after watching scary movies. But um. She got into theater when she was 8 , and she's been into theater since then, She loves the spotlight, but can't handle compliments. She's got a best friend who is a selective mute named Bianca. They are super close, cause they understand each other in pretty much everything. This is why Mj is so good at figuring out what people are saying and thinking without them telling her.
Other:Nah
Sparky was stuck. She had parked her moped at the cafe, as usual, only to walk out and find the engine was refusing to start up. She headed back inside, sitting down and groaning in despair at her predicament.
Mj parked her car outside the cafe. She was tired as hell, and just wanted some coffee. But… she looked around and saw a girl sitting beside a moped. She had always wanted one of those. "E - excuse me, miss. Do you need some help?"
"Do you have jumper cables?" she asked, tired. "My bike stopped working, and I determined it just needed an energy boost."
"Oh, yeah, probably, let me go check," she offered, walking over to her car to look in the trunk. After a moment, she found what she was looking for. "Yep, here you go. My car keeps dying on me, so I always have some."
"Can I connect your car to my bike? It'll only take a few minutes." she said, then added a quick "thank you" when she remembered what Java had told her about thanking people for things in their social norms discussion.
"Oh yeah, that's fine. I'm gonna grab a coffee, if you don't mind," Mj said as she walked into the building. Should I get her a coffee too? Would that be weird?
"No, why would I mind? Should I?" she asked worriedly. "Uh… I'll just take care of the car/moped situation." and set to work.
"Wha - I - that's not what I - " Mj broke off, deciding she didn't need to make a bigger fool of herself.
Sparky was engrossed in the task, deeply invested in the motor, then engine, all the inner workings and clankings of the vehicle. She loved anything she could get deep into, be busy with, just focus on and drown out the world. Connecting the moped to the car, she managed to fix it all up, and was now ready to finish the job and thank the friendly girl.
Mj ended up buying the girl a scone. Everyone can do with a good scone at some point, right? She walked out to see that the girl had finished with her task.
"I recharged the battery, so I'm sure it's going to keep running at least until I get home." she said, her anxiety screaming at her. Not being one for metaphors, obviously, that meant her anxiety was literally screaming at her. "Sparky!!! Get out of here, you've wasted too much time already and she probably hates you. Go! Now!" she growles. Her anxiety wore dark gothic robes, had shocking, bleached white skin and a washed out look, eyeshadow in a thick, dark, intimidating ring, with a skull belt and necklace. She looked like a dark necromancer, to be honest. "Anx, pleasthe–uh, please–ca-c-calm down, okay? For once? Can you do that, Anxiety?" she said quietly, before the friendly girl could get in range to hear.
(So sorry! Had an unexpected event!)
Mj smiled, trying to be as friendly as possible. "I, er… I bought you a scone. Thought you could use it," she said nervously. And that is where her "dear" friend Anxiety showed up wearing a black and blue hoodie and combat boots. Edgy as ever. "Yeah, she's probably gonna hate you for that, but ok." Mj tried to hide her annoyance.
"Thank you! I love scones… but not blueberry. Blueberry is evil." she said, giving the scone a sniff. Ooh, chocolate, just what she needed. "It could be poisoned, you know." Anxiety said through a mass of hair in her face. "Oh, don't be a mood ruiner!" Creativity said, spinning upwards happily. They were wearing a gorgeous red cape, armor, and had a jewelled tiara on, hair up and blowing in the wind, even though no wind was really there. "Ask the girl her name! She seems friendly enough!" Creativity said, flapping their hands wildly.
(Actually, been browsing Pinterest and Tumblr and I found things similar to how I envision the Side's outfits.
Anxiety: https://66.media.tumblr.com/c94c6c54341b9c6734d3e2162b7a452c/tumblr_nb2dxdBaCz1ttn4pio1_500.jpg but without as intense a collar, maybe just up around the neck.
Creativity: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/742671794781067090/ and also with the cape)
(Oh, my. That is more dramatic than I envisioned my Sides lmao. I love the design, though.)
Oh, thank our lord and savior Jesus Christ, thought Mj, who was not a Christian. Anxiety sighed, blowing hair out of her face. "She's probably lying. Some people are just nice." Mj brushed her aside. "You're quite welcome. Everyone needs a scone sometimes."
