FOREST CRITTER

Well, I thought I would have the motivation to do this for a whole month, but I sure picked a bad month to do this challenge.  Between work and other personal responsibilities, I've been pretty stressed and I don't have the juice to keep up with this challenge. 20 characters, however, is a pretty solid number. I got about 2/3 of the way there, which is more than I was expecting that I'd be able to do. I figured that I'd go for a week and burn out, so I'm pretty satisfied with what I was able to accomplish. On top of the stress, writing a new character every day just stopped being fun, which kind of defeats the point. I'll be writing some different content soon, and I just recently started a solo game of Electric Bastionland. I may post the actual play here, but I'm not looking to take it too seriously.

"Oof. Buhf."

“Way back when, I got a scholarship to med school. Aced every class, valedictorian of my graduating class, and became one of the best doctors in the world. Fortunately for the people I serve here, I don’t let all that go to my head. I take my oath seriously, and I’m committed to helping the public and people in need.”  Mehan is a man with wide-set, dark brown eyes and a short beard. He is INDEPENDENT, RATIONALIZING, and PRIDEFUL. As long as he believes that he is the best, which he is constantly coming up with reasons for, he is willing to provide medical care off-the-books.  As a doctor of family medicine at a regional health center, Mehan makes a decent living. He is very confident that, if he wanted to, he could go work for any medical center in the country. He rationalizes this belief with his current position by telling himself that he provides a public service, believing that he is one of the most humble and charitable people around. For this reason, Mehan will provide m...

“You get what you deserve in life, and when you’ve got something coming, you don’t run. You face it. These assholes poking around in other people’s brains deserve everything they’ve got coming to them. I know I would if I fucked around with how other people made decisions. It’s an incontrovertible wrong to brainwash people, and as far as I’m concerned, anyone who does this stuff needs to be put away for good. Even if I’m the one who has to see to it.” 

“If you really like, look inside yourself, you might find something you’ll like. I like how I am, it’s all balance inside and out. That’s what haters don’t like, they don’t want to talk to someone who’s balanced, they want someone who flies off the handle because they know those kinds of people can have their buttons pushed.” 

“Have you seen what the neighbors are up to? I have."

Anthony is a tall man with very short hair and dark brown eyes. He is DEDICATED TO HIS CRAFT, ENERGETIC, and is VERY TIDY. Anthony has been a furry since his early teenage years, and his enthusiasm for it has only become more intense. As a result, he has become a Channeler - a type of person who can access magic based off of their passions. He is bound, meaning that he draws power from a totem. In his case, his fursuits are his totems. 

“This one time, there was this HUGE malignant force in this house. The place was absolutely busting with dark energy and shit. Well, my friend at the time and I went in there because of course we do - what else would you do when you can smell a Ghost from all the way down the block, right? This thing straight up possesses him, and he starts freaking out until I start pulling it out of him. Hahaha, I guess he wasn’t hardcore enough, it was awesome!” 

“I’ve got four kids to support, and my wife, her mom, and the dog. As long as you can get me some decent pay and I don’t go crazy after looking at some cursed painting or whatever, I can help you move some stuff.” 

“Nothing gets me as high as this shit right here. Some say it lets you see the future and all that, but it doesn’t quite hit like that for me. It just keeps me focused, in the know. It lets me see deep into other people - like, really, really deep. When people come to me for my services, it’s much easier when I can see why. That way, I can get them what they’re looking for.” 

“Look at that guy over there. He thinks he’s so much fucking better than us because he has a nice car. Middle management, cushy job, enough money to cover a month's worth of bills in savings and thinks that'll save him if things don't go right. And he looks down on people like me. But really, he's vulnerable, in a prison of his own making. Thinks he's solid - that's the worst kind of confidence. Here’s what I know, for a fact: that jackass would freeze up if I broke his windshield out with a hammer. Paper tiger. And I’m a lighter, y’know?" 

“I’m not like a ghost or anything - okay, well I kind of am, but it’s different. I think ghosts can go through doors and walls and crap, but sometimes people shut me in a room without knowing it, which is super irritating. Then I have to wait until someone lets me out because I can’t move the doorknob. At least I don’t get hungry or whatever, though.” 

“I guess spontaneous human combustion is just a thing that happens sometimes. The first time it happened, they even brought the fire marshal into my apartment and he said as much. Looked at what was left of my boyfriend’s body on the bed like he was something out of a museum. It was really fucking awful. I had to get a new mattress and scrub everything over and over again. No matter what I… did to clean it up, the room smelled like that until I moved. I’ll tell you, you don’t get used to it. Not after the sixth or seventh time anyway. I need a bump, I don’t want to think about this right now.” 

“I’m pretty happy with my job, yeah. If you’ve ever been cave diving, there are some really beautiful places around here to do it, just make sure you take the proper precautions. A lot of people completely disregard our signs down there and press on, only to get stranded or hurt. Sometimes there’s trash down there, which is super inconsiderate, but we’ve been working hard on getting it cleaned up.” 

"Yeah, I'm listening. I'm just kind of uh... here, give me a second, I have to turn the blender on. Alright, what were you saying? Let's walk and talk, I need to go light those two candles. Here, hold these screws, we'll need them in about forty seconds. Yes, I'm telling you, if I don't do this right now it's not going to work. This is literally a life or death situation." 

“Actually, I saw this thing on Facebook that said that dogs are spreading it, too, and it said that you can get sick from their fur and their saliva and they’re asymptomatic… Oh my god, do you own pets? Is that dog fur on your jacket?!” 

“That’s my brain in here. In there, I mean. In the cage. The rats, they think for me. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I was supposed to get smarter. Then they would like me more at school. They called me stupid and stuff like that. I wanted to get smarter, so I went to the library. I found a book. My pet rat, Richie, couldn’t hold all of it at once. All of my brain. My dad let me get more rats and now I have Richie, Dorothy, Alice, Franklin, Lucy, Tom, Harry, Barry, Stevie, Jill, Anais, Percy, Merlin, Pepper, Judy, Joe, and Nora. Richie shared it with them and they pass it around, so now they do all the thinking. Rats are smart like that.” 

“I stopped sleeping a long time ago, around the time I was eight years old. I never stopped dreaming, though, it happens all the time. Dreams of places other people have been - all the things they saw, and some of the things they missed.” 

“And you know, that’s the real problem with people these days. They tell me, Gary, you’ve got to stop living under a rock. And they use this as some kind of derogatory rhetorical device, like I’m ignorant because I live under a rock. Well, I’m not. I’m ignorant because we already know everything there is to know! The world is a pyramid, the seas are endless, and you don’t drink downriver from someone who’s bathing. There is nothing else to learn. And, for the record, my housing is a choice. Material possessions are a scam by the store owners in this town, none of which like me very much. They say, there goes Gary, the weird homeless man. And they use this term like they know what they’re talking about. Well, they don’t. I have a home, and it’s under big rocks. It’s in their backyards, in their walls, carved out from under their sheds and inside their insulation. They think they’re just watching me. But they’re watching me watch them without knowing what they’re watching.” Gary Hudson i...

Luisa Ferrera and Aimee Ferrera are sisters who operate The Enchanted Heron, a flying boat that is home to a famous bar.

Clay Parsons is a man with principles. He used to be greedy, self-centered, and ambitious, driven by his career with Cambarro Corporation. Clay was a real, regular company man, loyal to the employer that had his back for years. He climbed the corporate ladder, happy to throw others under the bus to make himself look better. He was the favored one, a real promising candidate to succeed the regional chief executive. And then he played his cards wrong.

I recently heard about this challenge for creating 31 characters in 31 days. The goal is simple and self-explanatory: create one character every day of the month. I think it’s an interesting prospect, and I thought I would give it a go, too. Unfortunately, I’ve found out about this on Day 2, so I suppose I’ll start with two characters for my first day. Some of these characters will have stats for games, but most of them are probably going to be system agnostic, across some variety in genres.  I’ll try to keep this post updated so that you can easily find the entries here. Day 2A, Clay Parsons , a former businessman Day 2B, Luisa and Aimee Ferrera , a pilot and bartender duo Day 3, Gary Hudson , a man who owns little but knows a lot Day 4, Theodora Bridges , a restless psychic Day 5, David Galloway , a boy with a special relationship with his pets Day 6, Charlotte Roach , a woman whose anxieties become other people's reality Day 7, Chris van Meer , the unwilling owner of a bunch of ...