RE: Notail class leader application
02-07-2019, 04:11 AM
Application for the V leader
Their basic theme: The good kid.
V-37 is an adult now. They still remember the praise they received as a child, praise they received bashfully. Thank you, yes, they could show you how to hold this the right way. Come stay with them a little. Bye, see you later! And in the morning their caretakers said, stop running off. Your performance may be high now, but you have terrible work ethic. Their bright-eyed attitude would crack with more than a few tears. All they wanted was to play and talk with friends -- admittedly they had few. They preferred the company of books and animals. While their peers saw them as kind and a little too sensitive, they held a deep-seated resentment for those who thought it meant it was okay to wrong them.
Why are they the class leader instead of in a normal job? What's their motivation?:
It was only supposed to be a normal job. There was next a period of growing irritation over misplaced files, stolen credit. They held their tongue. The best way to professionally bite back was success. (An argument broke out as one work day ended, their coworkers returning to find V-37 bruised and the V-37 at the time more bruised. The formal challenge came afterward.) Officially, they say they’ve just got an interest in creatures and their care. It’s half the story, though true.
Any other interesting info you want to say about them:
Of course they’re not perfect. They would tell you that animals can be perfect, while grooming their “pet” of the month, week, or day. V-37 picks favorites amongst the capture creatures in their care, which is to say of any capture creature if they wished. It only takes an apologetic excuse, and technically-not-forged papers. Afterwards, the animal is foisted onto someone else with another regretful lament, neglected, or else. Some of the worse cases were of those they never tired of. An anonymous source has noted that V-37 does not seem to extend this attitude to other notails, but as warning and not disclaimer.
V-37’s pre-leader name was V-5. Five was a good number, wouldn’t you say? Simple and easy to work with, a familiar midpoint between the last and next. It could also be read as vs for versus. They know. Preferably, don’t remind them, even when they laugh at your comment and brush it off with a “];3c”. The face represents their mask depicting a winking black sheep. It’s framed by their curly brown hair like a fluffy friendly sheep of compliance, only with spiraling horns and antennae to complete. A few of their digits have been amputated, resulting from early incidents in the Woods.
Their basic theme: The good kid.
V-37 is an adult now. They still remember the praise they received as a child, praise they received bashfully. Thank you, yes, they could show you how to hold this the right way. Come stay with them a little. Bye, see you later! And in the morning their caretakers said, stop running off. Your performance may be high now, but you have terrible work ethic. Their bright-eyed attitude would crack with more than a few tears. All they wanted was to play and talk with friends -- admittedly they had few. They preferred the company of books and animals. While their peers saw them as kind and a little too sensitive, they held a deep-seated resentment for those who thought it meant it was okay to wrong them.
Why are they the class leader instead of in a normal job? What's their motivation?:
It was only supposed to be a normal job. There was next a period of growing irritation over misplaced files, stolen credit. They held their tongue. The best way to professionally bite back was success. (An argument broke out as one work day ended, their coworkers returning to find V-37 bruised and the V-37 at the time more bruised. The formal challenge came afterward.) Officially, they say they’ve just got an interest in creatures and their care. It’s half the story, though true.
Any other interesting info you want to say about them:
Of course they’re not perfect. They would tell you that animals can be perfect, while grooming their “pet” of the month, week, or day. V-37 picks favorites amongst the capture creatures in their care, which is to say of any capture creature if they wished. It only takes an apologetic excuse, and technically-not-forged papers. Afterwards, the animal is foisted onto someone else with another regretful lament, neglected, or else. Some of the worse cases were of those they never tired of. An anonymous source has noted that V-37 does not seem to extend this attitude to other notails, but as warning and not disclaimer.
V-37’s pre-leader name was V-5. Five was a good number, wouldn’t you say? Simple and easy to work with, a familiar midpoint between the last and next. It could also be read as vs for versus. They know. Preferably, don’t remind them, even when they laugh at your comment and brush it off with a “];3c”. The face represents their mask depicting a winking black sheep. It’s framed by their curly brown hair like a fluffy friendly sheep of compliance, only with spiraling horns and antennae to complete. A few of their digits have been amputated, resulting from early incidents in the Woods.