petals cw: drugged state of mind, saw 'vine porn if u dream hard enough' and baby I can dream
Iggy has spent much of his time in Sweet Acres just wandering around, trying to get his bearings. The environment is not what he's used to - he has lived on the coast of the Pacific Northwest his entire life, and he misses the ocean, misses the mountains. He even misses the rain. So he wanders, trying to get used to the place and to the people, not sure where the hell he should be living and what he should be doing. You can spot him at the White Elephant Shopping District pretty frequently, looking in shop windows.
Like everyone else, he is drawn to Voddisson Park. The greenery at least soothes some of his homesickness, and after spending an length of time in the park he does begin to feel drugged. Although he is more a fan of stimulants, he's not about to look down on a free high. You can find him sitting on a park bench, periodically giggling silently to himself, more than happy to share his seat.
Another time while walking through the park, he stops to admire some of the flora and does not notice the vines creeping across the ground like snakes. Lacking any powers, any combat training, and possessing the body of an art student with smoker's lungs, he is immediately dragged away, screaming.
The vines string him up amongst the branches of a large judas tree - he isn't terribly far from the earth, but that really isn't the biggest problem. He squirms amongst the pink blooms as the vines twine under his clothes, splitting them open, and begin to wrap tightly around his extremities, forcing him to hang there spreadeagled.
"Oh, fuck! I've seen this movie! Help! Somebody help me!"
doll parts cw: body horror, non lethal dismemberment
Iggy has decided that if one must live in a sort of Truman Show nightmare, the smartest thing to do is avoid the super suburban houses. They just seem to be the creepiest choice you could make. The lovely old Victorians are a no-go, too - although Sweet Acres sure seems to be functioning on its own rules, he still thinks they're more likely to be haunted. No, Iggy gravitates to the brutalist school of architecture.
It's while he's trying to spread out in a house that looks like a couple of concrete blocks that he first begins to worry.
Iggy spent most of his life being extremely vulnerable, and it has only been in the past few years that he's stablished some sense of control over his own life. Being suddenly alone in a strange place and told that his life was a fabrication does nothing for his mental health. Outwardly he is cheerful and helpful, but in his empty home he sinks deeper and deeper into his personal existential crisis. His entire body is chalk white in no time.
He leaves the house for errands. To look at the shops. Just to walk around. (He avoids the garden now, at least.) Anyone who sees him will see the golden cracks running deeply through his porcelain flesh, shining beautifully in the sun. He isn't the type to avoid talking, so he's likely to tell you exactly what's wrong if asked.
Iggy's a graceful enough person, but it only takes one mistake - one day he trips and falls. His shocked cry is cut off when he hits the pavement and shatters into several pieces: one whole leg snaps off, one whole arm. A forearm, too.
And his head of course. That winds up in the gutter.
He could use a hand.
OOC: feel free to drop a wildcard! Will match format - brackets or prose, it is all good!
Ignatius "Iggy" Melville | OC | OTA
cw: drugged state of mind, saw 'vine porn if u dream hard enough' and baby I can dream
Iggy has spent much of his time in Sweet Acres just wandering around, trying to get his bearings. The environment is not what he's used to - he has lived on the coast of the Pacific Northwest his entire life, and he misses the ocean, misses the mountains. He even misses the rain. So he wanders, trying to get used to the place and to the people, not sure where the hell he should be living and what he should be doing. You can spot him at the White Elephant Shopping District pretty frequently, looking in shop windows.
Like everyone else, he is drawn to Voddisson Park. The greenery at least soothes some of his homesickness, and after spending an length of time in the park he does begin to feel drugged. Although he is more a fan of stimulants, he's not about to look down on a free high. You can find him sitting on a park bench, periodically giggling silently to himself, more than happy to share his seat.
Another time while walking through the park, he stops to admire some of the flora and does not notice the vines creeping across the ground like snakes. Lacking any powers, any combat training, and possessing the body of an art student with smoker's lungs, he is immediately dragged away, screaming.
The vines string him up amongst the branches of a large judas tree - he isn't terribly far from the earth, but that really isn't the biggest problem. He squirms amongst the pink blooms as the vines twine under his clothes, splitting them open, and begin to wrap tightly around his extremities, forcing him to hang there spreadeagled.
"Oh, fuck! I've seen this movie! Help! Somebody help me!"
doll parts
cw: body horror, non lethal dismemberment
Iggy has decided that if one must live in a sort of Truman Show nightmare, the smartest thing to do is avoid the super suburban houses. They just seem to be the creepiest choice you could make. The lovely old Victorians are a no-go, too - although Sweet Acres sure seems to be functioning on its own rules, he still thinks they're more likely to be haunted. No, Iggy gravitates to the brutalist school of architecture.
It's while he's trying to spread out in a house that looks like a couple of concrete blocks that he first begins to worry.
Iggy spent most of his life being extremely vulnerable, and it has only been in the past few years that he's stablished some sense of control over his own life. Being suddenly alone in a strange place and told that his life was a fabrication does nothing for his mental health. Outwardly he is cheerful and helpful, but in his empty home he sinks deeper and deeper into his personal existential crisis. His entire body is chalk white in no time.
He leaves the house for errands. To look at the shops. Just to walk around. (He avoids the garden now, at least.) Anyone who sees him will see the golden cracks running deeply through his porcelain flesh, shining beautifully in the sun. He isn't the type to avoid talking, so he's likely to tell you exactly what's wrong if asked.
Iggy's a graceful enough person, but it only takes one mistake - one day he trips and falls. His shocked cry is cut off when he hits the pavement and shatters into several pieces: one whole leg snaps off, one whole arm. A forearm, too.
And his head of course. That winds up in the gutter.
He could use a hand.
OOC: feel free to drop a wildcard!
Will match format - brackets or prose, it is all good!