Currently, the only people who will be able to play as nobodies are Crescendo, Orpheus, and I. The NPCs are also nobodies, but will remain on the NPC page.
LuckyEsper's Character
“You want me to find something for you? … Get in line.”
Name: Songbird
Appearance:
Thanks to this overly extravagant ensemble of his, Songbird’s physical features are well hidden, if not completely overlooked. In truth, only a handful of nobodies know that his plumed hat hides his “defective” eye—Unlike the left one which was tinted a milky lavender, the other eye has an iris of bright pumpkin orange. A series of marks resembling the symbols on his headgear trail up his right cheek, although his snow-colored hair does wonders to hide most of his face.
Personality:
For an infamous item hunter, Songbird’s actually a scatterbrain. I reckon that if you see him dash past you one second, you’d see him run back the next to retrieve something he has forgotten. This is a cause of great laughter amongst the nobodies who know his mannerisms, and you can almost always hear a bunch of the more concerned ones reprimanding Songbird about his inventory.
The white-haired Songbird doesn’t make a lot of friends what with his usual flitting from place to place, but when he does get to settle down, it’s usually not a refreshing experience for the creatures around him. Most often too tired to make ample conversation, he slumps against a wall and slumbers with his hat pulled down, or if still awake enough to talk with, he just might treat you to his trademark sarcasm. The young man’s retorts and quips are laced with cynicism enough to make a teenager cringe and a happy baby wail out loud, but when he is in a good mood he’s actually a delight to talk to. Often stating his opinions out loud in a manner more befitting a public speaker than a singer, he often wildly gestures about when trying to make a point, and makes fun of himself when a joke he said falls flat (which happens often, thanks to his forgettable sense of humor)
When he’s done with a particularly far-reaching quest, he stays around for days and performs in Nowhere’s town square along with Serenade and Dissonance as the duo’s songster. This is the time when he’s often euphoric and willing to take on requests, be it warbling someone’s favorite tune or setting out again to search for an item, from either human or fellow nobody.
Back story:
Inside a small suburban house, a child lost a valuable item which she had hoped to merely look at and then return to its hiding place. From her room on the second floor, the little girl watched in mute horror when the gilded sapphire ring, a family heirloom which was painstakingly hidden in her mother’s boudoir, slipped from her hands, rolled down the roof tiles, and fell down… somewhere. Out of fear rather than an honest desire to see the ring retrieved, the child almost threw half of her body out of the window to get a better view. Of course, she didn’t see where the jewelry was and wouldn’t have ever found it—If it wasn’t for the movement of a red bird which glided down from its perch to the lawn. With its proud, puffed chest and graceful hops, it looked exactly like a prince the small girl read only in her fairytales. The Prince of Songbirds! And it came to help her out!
The child rocketed out her room, losing her shoe and bruising her knee in the process, but when she ran downstairs the songbird was still there, and it was chirping merrily as it circled the shining ring. It didn’t even leave when the girl got down on her hands and knees to fetch the accessory from its somewhat hidden place between two bushes—In fact, when she got up, the girl had the pleasure to see the bird-prince glance at her, tweet, and then fly away into the blue sky.
And for a moment there, in a passing fancy that struck a juvenile mind, Songbird was born.
Extra:
-Songbird’s lute, yukelele, banjo or whatever you call it, just put in mind that it is the black, smooth instrument he owns that we are talking about here, is actually more of a prop design rather than an actual music-maker. After all, he’s a singer more of a musician. He’s also known to hit people with it, so beware.
-His talent in item retrieval is so renowned that it seems even the Queen has taken to tasking him.
Name: Songbird
Appearance:
Thanks to this overly extravagant ensemble of his, Songbird’s physical features are well hidden, if not completely overlooked. In truth, only a handful of nobodies know that his plumed hat hides his “defective” eye—Unlike the left one which was tinted a milky lavender, the other eye has an iris of bright pumpkin orange. A series of marks resembling the symbols on his headgear trail up his right cheek, although his snow-colored hair does wonders to hide most of his face.
Personality:
For an infamous item hunter, Songbird’s actually a scatterbrain. I reckon that if you see him dash past you one second, you’d see him run back the next to retrieve something he has forgotten. This is a cause of great laughter amongst the nobodies who know his mannerisms, and you can almost always hear a bunch of the more concerned ones reprimanding Songbird about his inventory.
The white-haired Songbird doesn’t make a lot of friends what with his usual flitting from place to place, but when he does get to settle down, it’s usually not a refreshing experience for the creatures around him. Most often too tired to make ample conversation, he slumps against a wall and slumbers with his hat pulled down, or if still awake enough to talk with, he just might treat you to his trademark sarcasm. The young man’s retorts and quips are laced with cynicism enough to make a teenager cringe and a happy baby wail out loud, but when he is in a good mood he’s actually a delight to talk to. Often stating his opinions out loud in a manner more befitting a public speaker than a singer, he often wildly gestures about when trying to make a point, and makes fun of himself when a joke he said falls flat (which happens often, thanks to his forgettable sense of humor)
When he’s done with a particularly far-reaching quest, he stays around for days and performs in Nowhere’s town square along with Serenade and Dissonance as the duo’s songster. This is the time when he’s often euphoric and willing to take on requests, be it warbling someone’s favorite tune or setting out again to search for an item, from either human or fellow nobody.
Back story:
Inside a small suburban house, a child lost a valuable item which she had hoped to merely look at and then return to its hiding place. From her room on the second floor, the little girl watched in mute horror when the gilded sapphire ring, a family heirloom which was painstakingly hidden in her mother’s boudoir, slipped from her hands, rolled down the roof tiles, and fell down… somewhere. Out of fear rather than an honest desire to see the ring retrieved, the child almost threw half of her body out of the window to get a better view. Of course, she didn’t see where the jewelry was and wouldn’t have ever found it—If it wasn’t for the movement of a red bird which glided down from its perch to the lawn. With its proud, puffed chest and graceful hops, it looked exactly like a prince the small girl read only in her fairytales. The Prince of Songbirds! And it came to help her out!
The child rocketed out her room, losing her shoe and bruising her knee in the process, but when she ran downstairs the songbird was still there, and it was chirping merrily as it circled the shining ring. It didn’t even leave when the girl got down on her hands and knees to fetch the accessory from its somewhat hidden place between two bushes—In fact, when she got up, the girl had the pleasure to see the bird-prince glance at her, tweet, and then fly away into the blue sky.
And for a moment there, in a passing fancy that struck a juvenile mind, Songbird was born.
Extra:
-Songbird’s lute, yukelele, banjo or whatever you call it, just put in mind that it is the black, smooth instrument he owns that we are talking about here, is actually more of a prop design rather than an actual music-maker. After all, he’s a singer more of a musician. He’s also known to hit people with it, so beware.
-His talent in item retrieval is so renowned that it seems even the Queen has taken to tasking him.
Kathi-chan's Characters
"Can I dress you up? Pretty please~?'
Name: Martini
Personality:
Bubbly, flighty and easily bored, Martini is always flitting about Nowhere in search of new and fun things to do. Whether it be attending the Queen’s parties, wandering around aimlessly or riding the trains in hopes of running into a new batch of humans, as long as it’s not boring she’ll be there. One of her favorite activities is floating around the market district in search of pretty trinkets and jewellery- she absolutely adores them and will splurge every time she visits.
Like every mermaid, Martini speaks in a rather singsong-ish manner and is a talented singer, often humming tunes as she floats about her day. She is also quite vain, and will not take kindly to jabs or negative remarks about her appearance or voice. On the other hand, flattery will get you into her good books rather easily, which is rather handy for those who wish to know more about the world as Martini is very much involved and up to date with events through much gossip.
She’s also quite pushy, especially when it comes to other people’s fashions. As a skilled tailor, her fashion sense is quite popular among many Nobodies. If she happens upon someone whose sense is deemed unacceptable, it’s highly likely that she will sit them down, take their measurements and create a new outfit on the spot. If that is not possible, she will push advice and ideas on improving their looks whether her opinions are wanted or not.
Back story:
At a fancy dinner party, a young girl was rather lost amidst the towering forms of fancily dressed adults. As fun as it was watching the women in pretty dresses and men in sharp suits dance and chat, it got boring after a short while and so she wandered over to the small bar in the corner of the room. She understood that the drinks there were not for children, but clambered onto a barstool anyways to watch the bartender mix drinks for the adults. In her head she dubbed them martinis, as it was the only drink she knew. Quickly she was fascinated by the colors of the drinks, and especially loved a certain drink that was a lovely mix of light blue and pink. With the imagination only a child could possess, she quickly came to a conclusion:
‘What a pretty color… It would be even prettier on a mermaid’s tail!’
And thus Martini appeared in Nowhere.
Extra:
-Martini can blow bubbles. Not just any bubbles, but industrial strength, very pliable ones that she uses to move around on land. With them, she can swim in air just like she can in water. If a string is attached to a bubble, it makes a great balloon as well.
-As popular as her clothing is, she does tend to go overboard with lace and frills, so her customers are usually female. That doesn’t stop her from trying to persuade (often forcibly) males from wearing her works.
Name: Martini
Personality:
Bubbly, flighty and easily bored, Martini is always flitting about Nowhere in search of new and fun things to do. Whether it be attending the Queen’s parties, wandering around aimlessly or riding the trains in hopes of running into a new batch of humans, as long as it’s not boring she’ll be there. One of her favorite activities is floating around the market district in search of pretty trinkets and jewellery- she absolutely adores them and will splurge every time she visits.
Like every mermaid, Martini speaks in a rather singsong-ish manner and is a talented singer, often humming tunes as she floats about her day. She is also quite vain, and will not take kindly to jabs or negative remarks about her appearance or voice. On the other hand, flattery will get you into her good books rather easily, which is rather handy for those who wish to know more about the world as Martini is very much involved and up to date with events through much gossip.
She’s also quite pushy, especially when it comes to other people’s fashions. As a skilled tailor, her fashion sense is quite popular among many Nobodies. If she happens upon someone whose sense is deemed unacceptable, it’s highly likely that she will sit them down, take their measurements and create a new outfit on the spot. If that is not possible, she will push advice and ideas on improving their looks whether her opinions are wanted or not.
Back story:
At a fancy dinner party, a young girl was rather lost amidst the towering forms of fancily dressed adults. As fun as it was watching the women in pretty dresses and men in sharp suits dance and chat, it got boring after a short while and so she wandered over to the small bar in the corner of the room. She understood that the drinks there were not for children, but clambered onto a barstool anyways to watch the bartender mix drinks for the adults. In her head she dubbed them martinis, as it was the only drink she knew. Quickly she was fascinated by the colors of the drinks, and especially loved a certain drink that was a lovely mix of light blue and pink. With the imagination only a child could possess, she quickly came to a conclusion:
‘What a pretty color… It would be even prettier on a mermaid’s tail!’
And thus Martini appeared in Nowhere.
Extra:
-Martini can blow bubbles. Not just any bubbles, but industrial strength, very pliable ones that she uses to move around on land. With them, she can swim in air just like she can in water. If a string is attached to a bubble, it makes a great balloon as well.
-As popular as her clothing is, she does tend to go overboard with lace and frills, so her customers are usually female. That doesn’t stop her from trying to persuade (often forcibly) males from wearing her works.
“I think I have another headache…”
Name: Brandy
Personality:
If there was one word to describe Brandy’s personality, it would be ‘irritated’. He’s easy to annoy, and most the time he can be seen with furrowed brows and small frown no doubt caused by some innocent remark or small gesture from a random Nobody that just happened to tug on his nerves the wrong way- a very common occurrence.
Loud noises, random bantering, the clanking of machines…They all seem to grind at his rather sensitive hearing, and cause no small amount of headaches for him every day. This certain rabbit is very partial to quiet and serene environments, and unfortunately due to the amount of activity always present in Nowhere those places are few and far between. Therefore, he prefers to hole up in the small antique bookstore he works part time in with a nice cup of tea most of the time and not go out, since it seems that every time he does he ends up getting caught in something troublesome to deal with.
To add to the things that make Brandy uncomfortable, he also possesses a strong desire for order. Everything must be in its place- not a single cup, book, or furniture should be misplaced or placed wrongly. In the bookshop he spends a lot of time sorting and cleaning after customers leave, which causes much grumbling from the rabbit. At home a large portion of his free time is done checking whether his clothes are color coordinated in the right order or if there’s been a book not in alphabetical order. Due to this, visitors are rarely allowed to visit lest they make a mess of everything.
Back story:
In a small basement lit only by a bare bulb hanging from the ceiling, an author who had been down on his luck for a long time was scribbling franticly on a piece of paper, ink flowing from the pen in streams and curling into beautiful letters. He sat hunched in a simple and rather uncomfortable chair surrounded by crumpled and discarded drafts as the scent of alcohol permeated the air.
He reached to a bottle of amber liquid and lifted it up to his lips, taking a swig before placing it back and returning to his work. Who knew that getting drunk at a bar and passing by a pet shop could spark his inspiration so suddenly? He paused and straightened up, wincing as his back popped from holding the posture for so long. The image of the black bunny from the shop floated across his mind’s eye for a fleeting moment before fading into an image of the protagonist of his book. The plot had been mostly sketched out, and he planned to look over it tomorrow when he was a bit more sober. No doubt there would be much nonsense that would need to be cut out and plot points explained and filled in, but for now he would fill in the missing blank of the hero’s name and call it a night. He leaned back and scanned the room thoughtfully, the chill of the room cutting through the haze of his intoxication. Eyes falling onto the bottle, his lips twitched thoughtfully before penning one last word onto the scribble filled page.
“I look forward to working with ya, Brandy.”
Extra:
-Brandy wears a pair of simple black framed glasses when reading.
-Brandy prefers floral teas, and likes his teas on the sweet side.
Name: Brandy
Personality:
If there was one word to describe Brandy’s personality, it would be ‘irritated’. He’s easy to annoy, and most the time he can be seen with furrowed brows and small frown no doubt caused by some innocent remark or small gesture from a random Nobody that just happened to tug on his nerves the wrong way- a very common occurrence.
Loud noises, random bantering, the clanking of machines…They all seem to grind at his rather sensitive hearing, and cause no small amount of headaches for him every day. This certain rabbit is very partial to quiet and serene environments, and unfortunately due to the amount of activity always present in Nowhere those places are few and far between. Therefore, he prefers to hole up in the small antique bookstore he works part time in with a nice cup of tea most of the time and not go out, since it seems that every time he does he ends up getting caught in something troublesome to deal with.
To add to the things that make Brandy uncomfortable, he also possesses a strong desire for order. Everything must be in its place- not a single cup, book, or furniture should be misplaced or placed wrongly. In the bookshop he spends a lot of time sorting and cleaning after customers leave, which causes much grumbling from the rabbit. At home a large portion of his free time is done checking whether his clothes are color coordinated in the right order or if there’s been a book not in alphabetical order. Due to this, visitors are rarely allowed to visit lest they make a mess of everything.
Back story:
In a small basement lit only by a bare bulb hanging from the ceiling, an author who had been down on his luck for a long time was scribbling franticly on a piece of paper, ink flowing from the pen in streams and curling into beautiful letters. He sat hunched in a simple and rather uncomfortable chair surrounded by crumpled and discarded drafts as the scent of alcohol permeated the air.
He reached to a bottle of amber liquid and lifted it up to his lips, taking a swig before placing it back and returning to his work. Who knew that getting drunk at a bar and passing by a pet shop could spark his inspiration so suddenly? He paused and straightened up, wincing as his back popped from holding the posture for so long. The image of the black bunny from the shop floated across his mind’s eye for a fleeting moment before fading into an image of the protagonist of his book. The plot had been mostly sketched out, and he planned to look over it tomorrow when he was a bit more sober. No doubt there would be much nonsense that would need to be cut out and plot points explained and filled in, but for now he would fill in the missing blank of the hero’s name and call it a night. He leaned back and scanned the room thoughtfully, the chill of the room cutting through the haze of his intoxication. Eyes falling onto the bottle, his lips twitched thoughtfully before penning one last word onto the scribble filled page.
“I look forward to working with ya, Brandy.”
Extra:
-Brandy wears a pair of simple black framed glasses when reading.
-Brandy prefers floral teas, and likes his teas on the sweet side.