So... how did I do?"Well, you obviously cheated when you made that Breath of the Wild shirt."
Yes, I grabbed the pattern off Google and bent it around a bit.
"And my hair looks a little weird."
I've never drawn hair before. I did my best.
, for the new hairstyle
!)"But aside from those, I'd say... not bad for a writer-slash-computer-scientist."
I'm just happy I came close."You and me both."
: Argent Reyes (Last name wasn't my idea. I swear the random name generators are all psychic.)Species
: Feline humanoid (loosely based on the margay)Sex
: 5'8" (172 cm)Weight
: 135 lbs (61 kg)Measurements
: 33B-26-34, more or lessBuild
: Slender, athletic. (She's based on a tree cat, after all.)Fur color/pattern
: Light gray, with dark gray rosettes. Belly, chest, and muzzle are white. Tail has black bands and tip; backs of ears are black with one white circular spot in the center of each.Hair color/style
: Black, short bobEye color
: Dark blue (Was previously going to be violet but that seems to be surprisingly common, so let's bump it down a notch for the sake of variety.)Other physical feature notes
: Tail is approximately 4' long. Hands have five digits each, four fingers and one opposable thumb. No fingernails; retractable claws extend from the tips of the fingers and thumbs. Feet are digitigrade and look and act basically the same as a cat's hind paws. Pads on toes and balls of feet, like actual felines, but no pads on heels or hands.Attire
: Usually just shorts and a T-shirt, but she'll wear a jacket and longer pants if it's cold. Always barefoot
; she hates shoes and everything shoes stand for, and that's not just because comfortable digitigrade footwear hasn't been invented yet. ("For all you humans who don't know what it's like: try wearing a pair of sneakers over a pair of six-inch heels. That's probably close."
: exploring new places, trying new things, puzzles and riddles, console and PC gaming (mostly adventure games and RPGs), staying up late, light bondage (when it's on her own terms, which it usually isn't)Dislikes
: being bored, long conversations (because they're boring), having to do things she doesn't want to do (because that's boring), formal occasions (seeing a pattern yet?), broken promises, shoesBio
Argent is sassy, sarcastic, and free-spirited. She prefers situational irony to actual jokes, which is why many people think she has no sense of humor. She's quite intelligent but has a very selective memory and usually a very short attention span. Once something manages to hold her attention, though, it would be extremely unwise to try to bother her.
Because of all of this, Argent is always seeking new adventures and getting into trouble in imaginative ways. She insists that her (mis)adventures are all accidental, but it's fairly obvious to literally everyone
that most of them are purposefully guided by her two favorite phrases: "this might be fun" and "let's see what happens." And if she can manage to bring home some sort of tiny souvenir afterwards, even better.
This constant search for excitement has molded the rest of her life to fit it. She has no steady occupation, preferring to change to a new part-time job every month or so to keep things interesting. Every now and then she'll even pack up her favorite possessions and spend some time in a whole different town. Yet she always ends up returning home because, and I quote, "I start to miss all the stuff I didn't bring."
Through a combination of part-time work and pawning any rarities she finds during her latest escapades (and often some of the souvenirs from the old ones as well), she manages to live a modest lifestyle.
Until she blows her life savings on video games.
Because I'm lazy and this is an easy cop-out and I don't know how to write these sorts of interactions anyway ("But at least you have the courage to admit it."
), Argent is bisexual but prefers men to women.
(The following is something that I will definitely use. I like this idea too much to let it go. It won't be a huge thing, but it will be a thing.)
Argent has a complex set of intuitive skills, most of which are unconscious, that cause her to enter a state of hyperawareness that's probably triggered by the adrenaline rush of the fight-or-flight response. In simpler terms, being in danger kicks her brain into overdrive. She starts unconsciously pulling in every ounce of sensory input she can, forming a mental image of the most dangerous and most likely outcome(s) of the current situation. The more danger she's in, the more accurate her "visions." Most of the time, they aren't even visions; they're just nagging feelings that she's doing something that will put her in more danger, with the occasional suggestion of what actions she should be taking instead. But if she's severely injured, or has a gun to her head, or something similarly stressful, her brain will be running so fast that she might as well be seeing ten seconds into the future. At least until she passes out from the mental strain.
Of course, whatever it is she sees she can do, she still has to do it. Knowing what to do in a pinch doesn't help if you aren't skilled enough to pull it off on the first try. But sometimes even knowing that a certain option exists can be all she needs, and it's helped her survive some pretty incredible odds.
But she has a rather morbidly vivid imagination. Sometimes she gets carried away playing through the most perilous scenarios in her head. Especially if one possible outcome has her dying in some strange and spectacular fashion, her attention typically gets drawn to the most interesting outcomes, not necessarily the most likely ones. It's kind of like Where's Waldo – once you find him, you stop looking, which means you miss out on all the other clever things they hid in the picture.
"They say curiosity killed the cat. But they also say cats have nine lives. So... where does that leave me?"
"Okay, look. I've been through a lot. I've been tied to poles, chairs, trees, rocks, walls, floors, and ceiling beams. I've run into creatures with too many limbs, creatures with not enough limbs, and creatures with exactly the right number of limbs but no idea how to use them. I've been knocked out, drugged, and hypnotized, and that was all in the same evening. One time I even spent a couple of days as a stone statue – and don't ask me how that works, 'cause I still don't know. I've basically seen it all at this point. And you're just standing there behind me with a pocketknife and a roll of duct tape? You're boring. I'm leaving."
"I can think of seventeen different ways this fight could go, and I get my ass kicked in every single one of them. I am never playing Street Fighter again. Ever. You wanted me to try it, I tried it. Now gimme back my Zelda cart."