==> Be the angry fish girl.

[dauntlesspiscator]

You are now the ANGRY FISH GIRL.

Your name is MEIRAN TAIVEL, and you have lasted for SIX SOLAR SWEEPS. Due to your blood's RELATIVELY LOFTY position on the hemospectrum, you can hope to last for many, many more as long as you don't FUCK EVERYTHING UP.

Unfortunately, thanks to your temper you seem to be pretty good at FUCKING EVERYTHING UP. You completely lose your head when you're ANGRY, and it seems like the world is perfectly designed to PISS YOU OFF ALL THE TIME.

When you are not busy BEING UNREASONABLY ANGRY, your favorite hobby is HUNTING. Not for wimpy LAND CREATURES though, those are for SISSIES AND LOWBLOODS. Your favored prey are the MIGHTY FANGFISH of the Alternian sea, which occur in HUGE NUMBERS around your hive. You also enjoy COLLECTING THEIR TEETH for display, NOT THAT YOU HAVE ANYONE TO SHOW THEM TO. It's kind of a pity, because killing fangfish alone with your trusty DAGGER is PROBABLY PRETTY IMPRESSIVE.

You do kind of have a couple of friends, if you can call them friends. You originally began using an instant messenger service to let out your FRUSTRATIONS on HAPLESS STRANGERS, but have managed to meet a few people that you can stand talking to through it. Unfortunately, you can't stab anyone through your computer. This makes it a rather imperfect communication tool, to your mind, but you make do.

Your acquaintances know you as dauntlessPiscator. Your teeth make it difficult not to spit when you talk, and you prepher to get straight to the POINT oph things without stopping to smell the BULLSHIT.

(OOC INSTRUCTIONS!: Post below giving commands like you'd see in the comic to "guide" this introduction! Meiran is currently at home in her respiteblock. She will not blindly obey suggestions, so nothing *too* crazy ought to happen, but have fun! This is basically an experimental post!)

[gwen]

==> make a tiara out of fangs and wear it like a pretty princess

[dauntlesspiscator]

==> make a tiara out of fangs and wear it like a pretty princess

What a ridiculous idea! You're offended that you even thought of it!

...Actually you're not, you did it sometime last week and made faces in the mirror and it was awesome. You pretended you were some illustrious, unknown troll from sweeps long past. Who is this striking seadweller? Why, it's you of course! And you're amazing and deadly and certainly the best dressed lady to grace this-

Okay, it looks like you've put it on again. You have your fantasy for another minute or two. Nobody's watching, right?

Then you carefully stow your lovely shark tiara in its rightful (safe) home at the bottom of your TREASURE BOX.

(Where nobody can see it. Yes.)

[alto]

==> exposit on past temper fuckups

[dauntlesspiscator]

==> exposit on past temper fuckups

You prefer not to do that when you can avoid it, because it just makes you mad all over again. Unfortunate things happen when you're mad. Unfortunate things happen pretty often for you.

For example, it explains what you were doing before you got distracted by your dreams of grandeur! You've been trying to construct a new TRUSTY DAGGER, but have found yourself somewhat short on OBVIOUS MATERIALS to do so with.

Your other TRUSTY DAGGER proved it was not as trusty as you had hoped. It slipped out of your hand when you were trying to stab a fangfish! In a fit of pique, you broke it in half and let it sink down to the bottom of one of the SEA TRENCHES near your home. You even glared at it until you couldn't see anymore for how it had dared to betray you.

Unfortunately this means you are without a weapon. Well, without a GOOD, STABBY, TRUSTY weapon.

At least it wasn't your HUSKTOP this time. That thing is a serious pain in the nook to fix, and if you ever throw it across your respiteblock again you are probably going to just cry.

Well. Maybe cry and stab the pieces to make yourself feel better.

[gwen]

==> empty treasure box

[dauntlesspiscator]

==> empty treasure box

That's not a bad place to start looking for knife materials, really. You dump out the contents of your beloved TREASURE BOX without ceremony to-

CRASH!

-shit you forgot about that imbibement flask you found washed up. WHOOPS. You nudge the pieces off to the side and examine the REST of your treasure.

To most people this would look like a box of junk, but not to you. You know its true worth! You have collected all of these otherwise probably useless objects with your own two hands.

Like this driftwood! And some kind of rope! Is that an eyepatch? Oh look a shell, and another shell, and a few more!

Oh, you forgot about this map! You never figured out where it went t- hey, you forgot you had a telescope too! SWEET!

Then there's this rusty piece of shit here, you think it was a sword in another life but it's mostly just a flaking mess now. You're not sure why you've felt the need to hang onto it.

You are almost immediately distracted by going through all this crap and spreading it out so you can see it all at once.

At least you have the presence of mind not to cut yourself on glass shards, that would just be embarrassing.

[anguis]

==> cut yourself on glass shards

[dauntlesspiscator]

OW FUCK

Look what you've done! You'll have to patch up this cut! It's not that bad, but MAN has it pissed you off. You'd SMASH THE SHIT out of that flask if it weren't already broken.

You swear profusely and have to go fish a bandage out of your DESK. That's the proper name for this piece of furniture, and you're quite proud of knowing it. It makes you feel refined.

[venndiegram]

==> Smash desk

[dauntlesspiscator]

==> Smash desk

You SLAM your fist down on your desk, causing everything on it to shake. Ow. NOW YOUR FIST HURTS TOO. This is really not your day.

You notice that someone is trying to get your attention on your computer. What the fuck could they possibly want? It's probably one of those losers who thinks you're friends with them trying to ask you to do something or whatever.

Some days you really don't know why you put up with these jackasses.

[aethal]

==> Berate loser