Parattchi
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So, who am I?
Depends on what you're really asking!
Online, I am Parattchi, a housecat with a snow leopard fur pattern, a scattered and rather batshit insane mind, and great magical power (whenever I remember it. Remember, scatterbrained!). Sometimes I'll be a proper anthro form, most often I'm a cat that does things no cat normally should. In a nutshell, bored Parattchi + chat room = shenanigans. How did I get all these magical powers? I'll paraphrase from the devilish Hella, who gave a lovely explanation:
"Parattchi's mother got drunk in Wonderland and boinked the Chesire Cat."
The rest, as they say, is history.
~~~
Oh boy, RPing shit!
The plot thickens!
The laughing cat was not always a being of pure magic and chaos. Indeed, once he was a mortal. What he was, back in that time so very long ago not even he knows. An eternity of being forced into what you see today has utterly destroyed all but the tiniest traces of what he was, hidden deep inside.
What was he back then?
It's a question that has no true answer, for the nature of what he is today stymies all attempts to unveil the past. Reality is in the eye of the beholder, and the Laughing Cat is shaped by those who deal with him. His past too changes, depending on who seeks to uncover it.
One past was of a paladin, a knight dedicated to justice and order. A man soley and purely dedicated to his path in life, of brave heart and iron will, he fought to right the wrongs of the world and bring light to the dark.
Eventually, he began to rage against the injustices he saw in the world: The famine that starves the masses, the plague that devastates the innocent, the fire that devours all in it's path. He began to rage against the gods that he saw as controlling all the terrible injustices of the world, and in time, swore an oath that he would find the gods and make them pay.
But a mortal, no matter how strong of will or pure of heart, is still a mortal. For even daring to think himself worthy of judging things far mightier than he could ever hope to be, he was condemned, forced to become that which he hated, a being of destruction, chaos, and callous evil.
More to come whenever the next multiple-choice past is uncovered!
~~~
In real life, I'm a young man who enjoys writing, but seldom has the time or energy to do so. And that's about all that I'll share here!
Depends on what you're really asking!
Online, I am Parattchi, a housecat with a snow leopard fur pattern, a scattered and rather batshit insane mind, and great magical power (whenever I remember it. Remember, scatterbrained!). Sometimes I'll be a proper anthro form, most often I'm a cat that does things no cat normally should. In a nutshell, bored Parattchi + chat room = shenanigans. How did I get all these magical powers? I'll paraphrase from the devilish Hella, who gave a lovely explanation:
"Parattchi's mother got drunk in Wonderland and boinked the Chesire Cat."
The rest, as they say, is history.
~~~
Oh boy, RPing shit!
The plot thickens!
The laughing cat was not always a being of pure magic and chaos. Indeed, once he was a mortal. What he was, back in that time so very long ago not even he knows. An eternity of being forced into what you see today has utterly destroyed all but the tiniest traces of what he was, hidden deep inside.
What was he back then?
It's a question that has no true answer, for the nature of what he is today stymies all attempts to unveil the past. Reality is in the eye of the beholder, and the Laughing Cat is shaped by those who deal with him. His past too changes, depending on who seeks to uncover it.
One past was of a paladin, a knight dedicated to justice and order. A man soley and purely dedicated to his path in life, of brave heart and iron will, he fought to right the wrongs of the world and bring light to the dark.
Eventually, he began to rage against the injustices he saw in the world: The famine that starves the masses, the plague that devastates the innocent, the fire that devours all in it's path. He began to rage against the gods that he saw as controlling all the terrible injustices of the world, and in time, swore an oath that he would find the gods and make them pay.
But a mortal, no matter how strong of will or pure of heart, is still a mortal. For even daring to think himself worthy of judging things far mightier than he could ever hope to be, he was condemned, forced to become that which he hated, a being of destruction, chaos, and callous evil.
More to come whenever the next multiple-choice past is uncovered!
~~~
In real life, I'm a young man who enjoys writing, but seldom has the time or energy to do so. And that's about all that I'll share here!