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Ok here's the lore sorry for the long-ass post

Background

Place of Birth - Hamburg, Germany

He was raised in Berlin, his mother spoke German, his father spoke English, and learned both languages as “first” languages, thus he has a slight German accent and gets vocab mixed up a bit.

Date of Birth - Wednesday, November 7th, 1992, 3:19 AM

He is a Scorpio, often described as intense but secretive (see Scorpio Traits, p.3), which defines his character perfectly.

Full Name - Johann Tomas Geiger

He prefers to be called “Tomas” because Johann is kind of a stupid name in his opinion, also it has a better ring to it.

Childhood to Adulthood

Childhood - Raised in Berlin, his parents were divorced but had split-weekend custody; he stayed with his mom on weekdays and with his dad on weekends. He went to school in Berlin, made it to 10th grade, moved to the US with his mother after his father died of a drug overdose. Traumatic hospital visits to father in rehab made him never want to do drugs, and inherent fear of hospitals and sick-rooms. Decided at an early age to get into computers because hospital monitors were fascinating to him.

Teenhood - He lived in California from 2006 to 2009, went to high school in San Francisco for freshman-sophomore years, and attended school in Sacramento for junior-senior years. There, he studied computers and programming, primarily using Scratch as practice for coding. He learned PYTHON at 16, BASIC at 18, and reprogrammed Microsoft’s Word in BASIC just to prove it could be done. He also made an early “GPS” or “Digital Compass” at 19, used it on road-trips with mother.

Early Adulthood and College - He went to UCLA, got a doctorate in computer engineering, and programmed a small navigational system for taxi drivers in Los Angeles, as well as other areas of California. He moved onto larger orienteering programs for tour-buses and small tour-cruises, specifically bay-area based ones near Pier 39 and in San Francisco.

JohannesCorp - A very basic pun on Johannesburg, he started his own computer company, specializing in early GPS and orienteering/navigational programs. He took commissions as well as his own freelance projects, and had about 30 employees learning his own masterful system of simple-yet-complex coding.

Post-College Adulthood - His mother went into hospice care, and visiting her dug up old traumas. The only way he could cope with this new-old trauma was to do controlled blood-lettings as part of his fucked-up childhood, his abusive, drug-addicted father used to tell him that if he didn’t let a little blood for God, everyone would hate him, and if he didn’t do it, his father’s ghost would come back and probably kill him. The controlled blood-letting coping-mechanism was primarily either blood-donations or the medieval-modern use of leeches to extract blood, and he soon found himself covered in little scars from such practices, and many believed he had taken after his father in drug-use. | He was deep into this semi-addictive cycle when a commission came to him, and he believed it ro be a sign from the ghost of his father. The commission was to make a large navigational program for beta-testing in semi-autopilot cruise-ships, specifically a notable “floating hotel” near Hawai’i called the Seabourne Queen, a predecessor to the famous Seabourne Legend. Despite his mild-neurosis, he programmed, over the course of five years, a huge, complex navigational system for the beta-testing Seabourne Queen, primarily using PYTHON and other, more advanced computer languages. Fame was slowly catching up to him, and he was starting to enjoy all the attention that he had never received as a child, so he decided to go ahead with the system for the Seabourne Legend as well. He had just finished programming it, and testing had successfully begun, when the company discovered his traumatically-influenced, ritualistic bloodlettings, using the aid of leeches, and fired him on the grounds that “mild insanity is not a value in the workplace.” Of course, he wasn’t insane, just trying to cope with something in the only way he knew how. He had never considered therapy, nor had any help of that kind occurred to him.

The Seabourne Scandal - After being fired, he began plotting revenge against the ship itself by hacking into the system, running it into a coastal town, killing nearly everyone onboard, and stealing whatever precious materials were aboard. People had, of course, forgotten about him after the so-called “seabourne scandal,” so he engineered several easily-concealed bombs—made primarily out of old golf-clubs and golf-balls—boarded the Seabourne Legend, and then hid his identity by going by “Tomas” instead of “Johann,” which had been his professional name. By this time, his self-neglect had also caused his hair to grow longer, and some of the small, pinhole scars had healed more thoroughly.

He overheard that there was a huge lot of diamonds from Drake & Duke Diamonds aboard as a promotion of the two companies proposing a co-op (for more information on his heist-revenge plan, see Speed 2: Cruise Control [not the Wikipedia article, because it’s a basic plot-summary] for more detailed information on the scheme), so he set up about 20 of these golf-bombs all over the ship, hacked into the navigational computer, told it to stop in “emergency mode.” However, he decided that running the ship into a Coastal town was inhuman, and decided that sinking it would be better, because it allowed all the passengers to get off safely before he detonated the bombs. Because the program also had control over the ballast doors, he opened them from the computer and flooded the bottom of the ship. Everyone escaped successfully, including him, all in lifeboats. After all the passengers were at a safe distance, he detonated all the bombs and blew up the ship. He also managed to stuff all the Duke & Drake diamonds into a waterproof backpack that he had with him the entire voyage, escaping with nearly $3 million in jewelry. After all this, he decided to go to therapy, so he found a hippotherapy clinic in Yachats, OR, and began therapeutic treatment with horses there.

Oi tumblr quick question

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Here are some writing prompts for yall (angsty/edgy). Free to use, no need to credit me unless you wanna. TWs: swearing, s*icide, death, trauma, general angst

Everytime I think about it, I cry.

Sometimes I brag about my trauma, it makes me feel angsty. And then I feel bad because I've fucked up more people with my bullshit.

I hate burdening people with my problems but I can't deal with them myself. I'm such a mess.

Why me? Why do I have to be like this? I wanna be normal.

I just wanna know what it's like to be a normal person, having a normal life. For once.

I think life smokes after it fucks me.

I feel like killing myself, but then I wouldn't be here to experience my own misery.

Do you enjoy watching me suffer? And be honest this time.

I really, really, really, really, really can't take anymore of your shit right now.

How about you stop using me and go fuck over someone who deserves it?

I don't even care what I'm wearing anymore, as long as it's black.

I like black. Not just because it goes with everything, but it also hides the blood and the tears. That way I seem fine.

Yeah I'm fine. And by fine I mean I'm used to crying like this. It's a daily occurrence now because of you.

Look at me. Look at me when I cry. Watch the pain you've caused me as I've had to endure it.

I want to disappear into a dark forest and die alone. I don't want anyone to remember me.

I feel like nothing because I am nothing.

I'm not even mad anymore. I've accepted that my life is just gonna be one giant disaster after another.

There's no light at the end of my tunnel because I've been buried alive and my tomb is filled with carbon monoxide.

The light at the end of the tunnel is an oncoming train.

"How can I help you?" Put a hole in my head.

I wanna be there when the world goes down in flames. Then everyone will know what I've been through.

Everytime you come into someone's life, you ruin everything but in a different way. I hate you for it because your talent has no bounds.

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Hello goofy pixel horf

I've been meaning to post something but I've been super busy with school so instead I have this picture I took of my pixel horse

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ANDROGYNOUS PEOPLE ARE FUCKING HOT CHANGE MY MIND

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WHY

MY LIFE IS FULL OF MEANINGLESS COINCIDENCES

ISTFG I JUST SAW AN ADAPTATION OF A CHRISTMAS CAROL WITH THIS BALD-ASS MOTHERFUCKER IN IT AS SCROOGE OH FUCK

It’s that time of the year again :)

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Cool Racehorse or Show Horse Names

Methusela

Geometra

Marsette

Ad Astra

Aldebaran

Sparks Fly

Enterprise

Reliant

Defiant

Rebel (variations include Little Rebel, Rebel Rebel, Rebellious)

No Restrictions

Poetry in Motion

Tin Man

Close Encounter

Fast and Furious

Terminator

Diamond in the Rough

Screamin' Demon

Isildur's Bane (referring to Sauron's Ring)

Balder's Bane (referring to Mistletoe)

Warning to the Curious

If yall can think of more, feel free to add in the comments or reblogs!

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Omg same here I'm glad I'm not alone on this

Nd culture is I don’t know if this is anxiety or paranoia but everyone is laughing at me

.

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FUCK

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Me: SSE I'm sueing your asses for traumatizing me.

SSE: please elaborate.

Me: Pandoria.

SSE: ...

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I made one for SSO bc there wasn't one already :P

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Noise victimizes me all the time. Especially the bells at school. I'm ALWAYS under or near them when they go off and they're ALWAYS TOO FUCKING LOUD.

raise your hand if youve been personally victimized by noise

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So my family and I decided to make a Gingerbread house. This was a terrible idea.

My old man found it at Trader Joe's, and we put it together with no trouble. However, everything tasted like fucking shit. The Gingerbread didn't even taste remotely like bread or even ginger. And the icing? Slightly sugary cardboard. The gummies on the roof tasted like the smell of cherry coke. Disgusting. Here are the highlights.

From the front. The lump on the right is a "snowman" that I attempted after the tip of the icing tube came off.

Same angle, but featuring my dad.

The roof.

The back with the freakish "reindeer."

Same angle, again featuring my dad.

And finally the other side of the roof. I give this fucking disaster -10 bazillion out of 10. Tasted awful, cost too much (probably), and the icing solidified so fast that the sprinkles (which, according to my dad, tasted like "Tums dregs") wouldn't stick. Step up your game, Trader Joe's.

But I did have fun making it, and my dad was very helpful.

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Ah. Thank you for clarifying.

HOW DID I GET SAUCE ON MY HANDS I AM EATING WITH FORKS.

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F R E E H I M

Shark from Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time

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I decided to make Ingrid in HeroForge. I think she turned out pretty well.

Bit of a tangent here, explaining the scars.

when the Soul Riders went into pandoria to save Anne, Ingrid got left behind and had to fend for herself in the dream world for several months. She escaped with the aid of Evergray and her wounds were healed by him, along with the assistance of Ydris, who has a lot more knowledge on pandoric scarring than most because he is, well, a pandorian. Her traumas from the dream world make her afraid of even harmless portals, such as the one to Galloper's Keep and the one from Epona to the Hidden Valley. She is also triggered by a certain shade of pink, a certain shape of crystal, and organic shapes (e.g. art nouveau). Like Anne, she has strands of pink hair and a large pink scar on her face. She did not suffer any eye damage, thankfully, but she does wake up with a pink haze around her sometimes, and it freaks her out until she remembers she is in the real world. She is hesitant to continue helping the Soul Riders in saving Jorvik, but after much reassuring that there will be no return to pandoria, she has decided to continue her duties as a druid and as a Soul Rider.

This totally doesn't link up to my own traumas as a player from Pandoria lol

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Yeh tbh I'm probably gonna get a vanner at some point bc they're awesome and also they can carry me

guys you don't understand i love big buff horses so much

draft horses i love u i love u i love u

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YAY SOMEONE ACTUALLY SAYS DIE HARD IS A CHRISTMAS MOVIE IM SO HAPPY