
“The person I despise most in my entire life is already dead. I just I could have killed him myself. Spitting on his grave isn’t nearly as satisfying.”Â

“The person I despise most in my entire life is already dead. I just I could have killed him myself. Spitting on his grave isn’t nearly as satisfying.”Â
{{ Oh gosh, I really think I’m a very easy-going and forgiving sort. I like most people and it takes a lot for me to hate. Leaving it to just from the rp community… two. They both deeply hurt my friends and I can’t forgive that.Â
edit: idk why I read that as hate and not just “not like” buuuut eh… I like most people. I either love you, like you, am totally neutral, or hate. }}
oh gosh, this is a good on, Megs and they/them = both Syx and Bell
Megs hates boredom more than anything, it’s part of why Daddy allowed the cell to still have a TV. That still isn’t anywhere near enough but it helps. Really activity is better, doing something that involves both hands and brain. A problem to solve is the absolute best thing. They often achieve this be drafting new machines, given a nearly impossible set of criteria or challenge, and then brainstorm how to make it reality. Then moving on to building and testing. Downside is that they tend to hyper focus on the task and forget about everything else.
Left to boredom, Megs tends to withdraw into themselves. Shutting down and becoming listless. Retreating into their memories and imagination to the point they lose track of what’s around them. Boredom also tends to lead to more self-destructive behavior as the want of stimulation increases. As simple as staying awake far too long to self-injury through exercise or minor forms of self-harm (such as scratching skin or kicking a wall). Solitary makes Megs very unstable.
Too much and they loose focus, flitting between ideas at hyper speed. This usually results in nothing getting done and headaches. Coping usually involves forceful removal from whatever is too much and music. Minion is usually doing the removing. If not removed and too much is demanding their attention, Megs gets short spoken and bouncy. Let do on too long and this leads to burn out and Megs curled up into a ball somewhere.

The storm raged over Metro City, lightning cracking overhead. Dashing for the cover of an awning, Roxanne cursed the fact that her mode of transportation was a little yellow scooter. The gas mileage was great and it was so easy to get around the city… until days like this. Hunching in her dark jacket, she rubbed her arms to stay warm, making idle conversation with the woman next to her, “I hate these freak storms this time of year. The weather has been so bad this fall.”

“What? No! It’s my favorite one.”
You are my;;
[*] Acquaintance
[] Friend
[] Stranger
[] Boyfriend/Girlfriend
[] Love Interest
[] Best Friend
[] Enemy
[] Nemesis
[*] Other (Rival)
I think you’re;;
[] Ugly
[*] Ok
[] Pretty
[] Beautiful
[] Gorgeous
[] Sexy
[] Hot
We should;;
[*] Fight (or banter)Â
[] Fuck
[] Kiss
[] Make love
[] Text ((bickering or ranting))
[] Watch films ((could be super funny))
I;;
[] Like You
[] Hate You
[] Love You
[*] Think you’re … “A reckless punk that lacks style!”

I secretly;;
[] Hate You
[] Love You
[] Like You
[] Dislike You
[*] Think You’re … “a dangerous unknown element that legitimately scares me”


“Stop. Talking. Now.”
What kind of relationships did they have with family/family figures?
His relationship with his Uncles was mostly very good, but obviously, they had an interesting relationship with authority. His daddy was careful about who Blue associated with, though. Daddy… it started out really well, but after school things started turning sour. The more rebellious Syx became the more strained the relationship became. Especially after he started insisting on being called Megamind. It ended in him running away from home at 15.
Any childhood injuries?
Burns on his hands from welding, cut with glass on his leg, two cut wrists, and a scar on his shoulder from crawling under a fence.Â

“Oh dear evil god, no!” Megamind waved his hands is exasperation, “You’re doing it all wrong! You can’t just wiggle your shoulders,” he rolled his whole head with an exaggerated sigh. Villains had no class or presentation anymore. It was one thing to have to get into a turn war and  show some wanna-be to show some respect it was another for said person to have a woeful presentation.Â
“Listen, you can’t just show up on the street and call a fight! Where are the smoke machines? the music? the PRESENTATION!?” he flung out his arms, “And stop that! That isn’t dancing and it’s to soon to gloat you imbecile!”