#ooc: just a few old posts from my old roy blog i wanted to post here for reference.

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•(modernverse only) Roy’s favorite pastimes are drinking, listening to Stevie Nicks and eating cereal out of a solo cup. He doesn’t watch too much t.v. but on rare occasions you’ll usually catch him watching wrestling or reality shows. In both instances he talks to the t.v. a lot.

Roy doesn’t believe in God, or anything really. Not lady luck, fate or any superstitious mumbo jumbo. He doesn’t typically put his faith or trust in anything but himself, and even that’s debatable at times. When he was younger he did tend to think superstitious stuff was cool however, like witches and werewolves; though he quickly grew out of that phase.

• Roy isn’t really afraid of much, he figures that fear will just cripple you, make you weak, make you end up dead— in a sense one might say that makes him fear death; to some degree that isn’t wrong. Roy doesn’t want to die, but not because he totally fears death. His real fear is a lose of control, this fear comes in many forms and extends to others. Such as his fear of not being able to control outcomes with others, like their deaths for instance. He feels as though he can decide when to die, his own stubbornness and drive for survival makes him sure he’ll never die unless he’s willing. He also goes out of his way with his ferocity when protecting others he cares for—leading him to see overprotectiveness.

• Surprisingly Roy can, at times, be a very calm person. Usually when he’s by himself and not all worked up over something, he enjoys taking long walks in the Mojave— often getting lost for days at a time, but he always finds his way back. He also likes to spend time listening to old holotape tunes while fixing various things he can find. He tends to take a lot of naps and on a number of occasions sleeps outside in the wide open of his own volition. Though most of the things that calm him might be rather dangerous, he is either unaware or doesn't care.

10 Questions: (In Character)

What is your favorite word?:

“Roy, maybe I’m selfish, but I like hearing my name. It means someone notices me, good or bad I don’t care.”

What is your least favorite word?:

“Sorry, everyone expects me to apologize for how I act, I’m done apologizing for everything I do. Don’t like me, then just move on sunshine. Alternatively, I’m tired of people apologizing in the first place, what’s done is done, don’t change nothing.”

What turns you on?:

“Fighting, ya’ know the thrill of being alive, nothing makes you feel more alive than that. Any kind of attention.”

What turns you off?:

“Collars, fuck that shit I ain’t your dog.”

What sound do you love?:

“The sound of someone's heart racing, as bullshit as that sounds.”

What sound do you hate?:

“You running your mouth asking me this shit. The rattling of chains…the sound of children screaming, snapping of a belt.”

What is your favorite curse word?:

“Probably shit or fuck. I curse a fuckin’ shitton.”

What profession other than yours would you like to attempt?:

“Always thought it’d make for a good fighter, like you hear they used to have in those sorta prized fights before the nukes went off. Seen old flyers, coulda’ totally been one of those wrestling guys. Kicked all their pansy asses.”

What profession would you not like to do?:

“What I’m currently doing now, but what else can I do? This keeps a decent meal coming without having to kill anyone and steal it.”

If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God(s) say when you arrive at the pearly gates?:

“He ought to say sorry…or maybe I should.”

Something most people don’t know about you?:

“Oh I don’t know, that I like sunsets and long walks on the beach, isn’t that the kinda shit you want me to say? Most people don’t know for a reason, most people need to mind their own business.”

If you were one of the seven sins which would you be?:

“Gluttony I guess, shit I don’t know…nothing is ever enough, food, sex, drugs, whatever… I need more. I live a very hollow and shallow existence, I’m never satisfied. I want it all and I want more.”

Sexual Preference?

“Whatever wants to fuck me I guess? Like I give a shit long as you got a pulse and either a dick or tits.”

What position do they sleep in?:

“However the hell I’m layin’ when I’m rolling around in bed, what’s it to you?”

If you died, do you think anyone would care? Do you think anyone would even notice? You'd just be another package lost in the mail.

“Preachin’ to the choir honey. Tellin’ me shit I already know, next you’re probably gonna’ tell me I’m trash right? I’ve heard it all baby, nobody cares about me. But too bad, cause I’m so unnoticed that this trash hasn’t ended up in the can yet. Fuckers like you that like to nose around and point things out, are just gonna have to be stuck with smell.” Roy laughs, he’s been hearing things like this all his life, nobody could think he was more worthless than himself. He’s learned to find the irony in that hilarious.

Holla bby let me snap a collar on ur neck! that goes beep beep beep boom when u try to run away from me xoxoxo

Roy twitches, his fingers curl up and his nails dig into his palms. He’s visibly seething underneath the surface. But as soon as the anger bubbles up, it simmers back down. He responds with cool efficiency, brushing it off sarcastically. “Listen here sunshine, I wouldn’t let crazy like you anywhere near me, try to put a collar on me and I’ll snap your neck with it.” As if Roy had any right to call someone else crazy.

ook over there! it's a kid getting mauled by a molerat. Don't let it die like your niece :)

“Where the hell did you hear that from— you’re just a regular piece of shit aren’t you buddy? Well why don’t I break your legs, then call that molerat over and let it eat you alive. Preferably starting with that loud mouth of yours.”

Three things that your muse loves doing in their free time. 

Fighting; although he’ll deny that he does and claim he doesn’t like to start shit, but it’s all he’s ever really known and in a way it brings him comfort.

Hunting; as it’s an outlet for his aggression and a source of food, something that was scarce for him as a child.

Repairing things; because it’s something he can do that makes him feel like he’s fixing something more than ruining it.

Four people that your muse loves.

Roy doesn’t really love anyone, at least anymore; I don’t think he’s fully capable of even knowing what love is, much less understanding it and feeling it. He loved his brother and niece, but will forever feel nothing but regret and self hatred when he thinks about them. So I think because of that he would associate love with those emotions. He’s honestly not emotionally stable enough to properly love someone back in an easy or healthy way, to top it off his parents socially stunted him, by not reinforcing the proper things into him. I do think he still has the capacity to love still, (in a way that is not a traditional sense for sure!) but the kind of affection he brings to the table makes it really unhealthy for either party involved.

Three fond childhood memories.

The one birthday his mother didn’t forget, it was his tenth, he came home to a makeshift cake and a Grognak The Barbarian comic; he couldn’t read it but she did once for him, he would years later burn the comic after the death of his mother.

The spare occasions that his older brother would be home, offering him attention that their parents neglected to give him.

Although it isn’t really a childhood memory; playing and taking care of his niece, surprisingly Roy was rather delicate and sweet to the little girl, who he viewed almost as his own child, or something akin to a little sister. He’d take her fishing, or relent into her silly little tea parties; spending time with her almost made him forget that they lived in a wasteland.

Two things your muse regrets.  

Never fighting back against his father’s abuse.

The death of his niece and not being able to prevent it when he knows he could have.

One thing they’d go through heaven or hell to save/change.

He would give his own worthless life up, if it meant he could bring back his niece.