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Hapy birg dey Angle!

@rainbowxocs

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I just realised yesterday that most of my OCs are bald 😭

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I could post gibberish here and none of you could probably tell whether or not it's lore related lol

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Zan

Name: Zan Zandeeee

True Name: Zan______

Translated name: The moon lets out a wicked laugh to insult the heavens

Special Titles: Zandeeee(Both a title, species and last name)

Previous names and titles: Quzeavillow, Zanemus Nightmoon, (The rest don't matter)

Nicknames: Little moon(pet name), Teapot, "that thing", 01-5, Zan, Zand and other various misspellings on Zandeeee.

Chronological Age: Over 1 million

Age: 21

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Lesbian

Gender: Transfem woman

Species: Axsolmandre(body), narrative parasite(head), Creator god(1/5th), Zandeeee, False Divinity

Disorders, disabilities and phobias: OCD, Autism, ADHD and Speech Issues.

Religion: Daisyism

Job: Ex-puppet of Valem, Ex-farmer, part-time merch designer, freelance artist, Protector of Daisy's house, (Others that don't matter)

Lives in: Uni's house

Languages: English, The speech of broken gods, Fae(small amounts)

Height: 5.11 ft

Ethnicity: Curcalyn

Accent: Shifts between various accents from English speaking countries. However they are never strong. Zan has a slight speech issue, so sometimes she mispronounces words.

Voice Claim: Taski Maiden (Lizzie Freeman):

Powers: Psychic link with family, Minor reality bending, Extreme durability, standard powerset she shares with her siblings, Puppet powers, biokinesis, Shapeshifting, Cloning, limb regeneration, 360 degree vision, heat vision and tolerance manipulation

Weaknesses: standard narrative parasite weaknesses, (Private), Impulsiveness and her loved ones

Weapons: "The woke sword", Taser and flesh constructs

Alignment: Chaotic good

Text Color: pink

Main Hobbies: Hanging out, Gaming, Watching Tv and Movies, Experimenting, Drawing, Helping people, Pranking people, sewing and being silly.

Favorite Food: Anything with sugar in it really.

Favorite animal: Humans

Favorite Flower: Daisies

Least favorite Flower: Brutus

Scent: Zan either has no scent or smells of a strange mixture of both sterile and dirty, like a public building that gets cleaned a lot but is still always going to be kind of gross.

Handedness: Left handed

Blood Color: Red

Awareness: Fully aware(Effect neutral)

Birthday: June 6th

Theme:

Playlist:

Fun Facts: Zan originally just started as a Sona for me, but as Daisy's house grew Zan developed into her own thing.

Special Interests: Pokémon, Art, Philosophy, 2000 -2010's toy lines, Hearing about other people, Video games, cartoons, anime, animals, fun facts and helping others.

Comfort Objects: Pronoun badge, practically any plushie.

Relationship/Trust percentage:

The scores are not an exact formula it's mainly vibes based.

Red = can only get lower green = can get higher or lower

pink = in love

Friends:

(If you/ your OC isn't here assume you're 50%-60%)

Asa(73%)

Fox(97%)

Elijah(78%)

Zailyn(92%)

Ran(50.01%)

Aevry(55%)

Eyeris(63%)

Grat(86%)

Cosmo(54%)

Radio(20%-85%)

Sotomania(55%)

Pixie(59%)

Surveying(69% NICE)

Nora(60%)

Roomba(53%)

Anchovii(97%)

Flower Dummy(100% How could I NOT trust that smile?)

Reyalspoken(53%)

NPC(63%)

Midnight(75%)

Null(71%)

Theseus(70%)

Crow(52%)

Cosmic(53%)

Star(95%)

cookie(40%)

Angel(56%)

Zand(87%)

Kenzie(62%)

Sleuth(80%)

Eivash(51%)

Nurse Amelia(66%)

Ebrofour(89%)

Ell(79%)

Marcid(99.99999999999999999999%)

Alice(98%)

Lamentia(88%)

Emily(49.5%)

Evern(86%)

Foolerene(68%)

Lancia(91%)

Alex(87%)

Jessa(93%)

Kriston(95%)

Marth(77%)

Ebrofive(49%)

Venus(94%)

Cultivator(67%)

Aculia(98.5%)

Cinyu(78%)

Midnight Moon(62%)

Aviary Dummy(10%-89%)

Clara(20%-45%)

Rose(34%)

Family:

Que (Brother 0%)

Vii (Brother 17%)

Woe (Brother 65%)

Uni (Sibling 89%)

Daisy Bell (Non-bio sister >99%)

Enemies:

Minos( Would kill on sight if seen outside Daisy's domain 5%)

Brutus( Would be completely indifferent to him it it weren't fore that fact he is slowly killing her Girlfriend. 9%)

Que( In a sort of cold war with each other 0%)

Camila Liddell( Believes she is literally the worst human being that is alive at the current moment 2%)

Gidex( Very much dislikes them, but fully understands why they do what they do, Zan just finds them annoying. 39%)

The operator( I don't like that guy. He- he reminds me to much of how I was. 10%)

Brief Personality:

Zan is a silly person who loves a good joke (and bad ones too). She like to help people and is friendly to most people, only having a very small list of people she genuinely hates. While impulsive, she cares for those around her. Zan always tries to see everyone's side to a situation but sometimes can get overly emotional in rare instances.

While usually kind, Zan Has a mind capable of planning out very twisted acts of punishment if she believes someone is worthy off it and is not phased by gore or death.

Zan prefers to hurt as little people as possible, but when It comes to her loved ones she will still pick them over anything else.

In the trolly problem Zan would pull the lever.

Brief Backstory:

Upon entering Daisy's house Zan had no memories. She was lost.

She was confused.

So she ventured forth to ask the person in charge what was going on. Where was she, Who was she.

Underneath the House was an identical copy, only monochrome and upside down. Zan heard voices echoing from the bottom and made her way down. She peaked down the hole in the ground to see who was talking.

A metal man and a girl?

Who were they. What were they.

Zan listened in to their conversation intently to find out.

This girl, Daisy as she was called, had been given a gift of eternal life, only for her world to be an endless nightmare.

Zan heard the pain in her voice, she saw the mess of static were her face should be and she thought.

"This child needs light. This girl needs compassion. I don't know why I am here, but this feels like a calling I should follow."

Over the day's Zan learnt of the workings of this new world. Daisy help explain where she was and who she was.

She was in Daisy's world; a land build by her godly power. And Zan, well she was one of her NPCs, beings build by Daisy's subconscious to worship and obey her.

Over the coming months Zan grew closer to Daisy as her world and family expanded.

She kept the other NPCs at bay, she sat with Daisy to calm her down.

And for that she was rewarded. In October The Cultivator; The Man behind Daisy's power Claimed Zan's soul to add to his collection.

Zan was now his puppet, An unwilling servant to his command (Although his command was to help out daisy so Zan didn't actually care at all)

This new surge of power Caused her shell to begin to crack, eyes and flesh leaking out like a waterfall of meat.

One day she traveled to the static to help a friend.

Inside that techno-coloured void of chaos Zan found peace in the overstimulation. She could hear something in the noise.

Something like a voice.

A small while after returning Zan blacked out.

Upon awaken she remembered it all.

Who she was.

What she was.

And everything in between.

And it seemed as though she wasn't the only one of her apparent Brothers that remembered this to.

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I AM OLD(er)

As of like right now it is my Birthday!!! YIPPEEE!!!!! :D:D

get your happy birthdays in before I go offline for the next two days in a most likely futile attempt to play Deltarune without spoilers.

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Happy woke pronoun month or whatever it's called/j

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what does vro want for birgjday

I am not entirely sure what Zan would like for her Birthday, which I am assuming you meant to write. However, she is quite fond of a lot of things that Daisy also enjoys. If that is of any help.

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Got bored, so here's a fun fact!

Uni has ate at least one of each element on the periodic table except one.

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Why is it that two of my biggest long term hyper fixations decided to release new content right after one another!!!!! AND ON MY BIRTHDAY weekend TO BOOT!!!!

My autism is NOT prepared for this.

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Thanks to you all!

God, I can't believe it's been a whole year since this all started. I genuinely cannot express how much this game, this community, this story has helped me.

From that first day where I saw Daisy and Radio talking I was hooked and although I and I'm sure many others have had their ups and downs throughout this year, Daisy's house has always been there to ground me. Even if I've never really talked to most of you out of character.

Seriously thank you all, thank you everyone who has supported both my own and the others projects. There is no way I would have had the drive to try my hand at half the things I've done this past year if it wasn't for Angel and this incredible world they've blessed us with.

This community is seriously the best and I hope to stay through to the end.

-Zand

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A surprise to be sure.

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When the day draws near. When we look to past for our future. Unveiled is the story told before.

Expect my calling.

An announcement is upon the horizon.

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FUN FACT ABOUT ME:

Ow ah fuck ow ah help I stubbed my toe :(

The following is false information. Do not believe this woman's lies.

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Although Woe's face remains unmoving an increasingly strong aura of melancholy eradiates from mournful expression sculpted on him.

As he speaks Woe's words come out softer and slower.

While I don't want to be putting any ideas into you head, I will answer your question... Just..please don't get any ideas....

Woe stands at attention, his full height now on display.

We would need a full body X-ray to determine the exact areas Brutus' vines are placed.

Taking his hand, Woe places it on the nape of Marcid's neck.

Afterwards. We would have to cut a hole into the back of you head. To reach your brain.....

Using a specialized life support system Uni would then connect your brainstem to the device, leaving you alive, even if your body were to die.

However.....

you would still fully able to feel everything that happens to it....

I would then begin admistrating my specialized chemicals into your body.

They're similar to the ones I had used before but much........m-much worse.

Woe traces his hand across Marcid's shoulder to her wrist.

Next Uni would cut you open until he can find the end of each of the roots and sever the area the vines have dug into...

Finally we would have to thread the roots out of your body through your neck... Like a needle and thread....

I-i think that's enough for you to understand the basic we were contemplating....

You probably don't want me going into further details...do you?

Woe slumps back down, letting go of Marcid.

He's feeling awkward now, and is hesitantly waiting the response.

— From The Comfort Of Your Home —

Open RP

Marcid wakes up in her leaf pile, tossing over and hitting her cave wall. She sat up staggered, then began to crawl out of her comfortable closure.. although she felt something off inside her body.

She shrugs it off, got up and stretch and started walking to her house. Then before Marcid makes it out of her cave, she fell down to her knees. A sharp pain inside of her body made her begin coughing out drops of blood. Eventually these drops turned into puddles, and then pools. . .

She felt this same pain before, different scenario, different situations. Trying not to panic she began to crawl to her leaf pile something that was hidden seemed now important, yet her thorns prevented her doing so.

Marcid now lays on the floor in a puddle of her own blood and petals. She knew Brutus going to take over her body and didn’t know what to do.

Guts helplessly watched from afar. He hasn’t been familiarized with Marcid enough and doesn’t know how to help.

Marcid coughs roughly, she looks up to her cave entrance which now seems so far away.

“You know. . I always thought we could have got along. It’s a shame I have to do this to you.

Struggle, cry, resist all you want. I know what choice I’m making. You haven’t even made yours. . so when you think about it, I’m helping you at my mercy.

The truth is. . I WANT you to struggle, it’s the only satisfaction I get from you mortals. Once you’ve fallen, I’ll take over your poor friends and build my garden once again.

You will only delay the inevitable, Marcid.”

The hard work she put in, now is going to be wasted until…

(First time doing one of these so bear with me :sobbing:)

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Change...? What exactly do you mean by this?

Woe cocks is head to the right.

Zan as she is now has only Truly existed for little over a year, and I have known her for far less...

But while Zan herself may have or have not changed since coming here, she has changed a lot compared to the lives she lived before.

If.. you find that Zan is being overprotective. Just remember. She has done terrible things in the past, and while I'm sure she's delt with them with her own method, that pain is bound to manifest in someway.

Woe reached to sooth his head.

In regards to the previous. Zan does trust us, it's just.....

well..

sometimes me and Uni can.. forget.. just how fragile you humans are.

...A-a-nd Zan isn't... exactly keen on us doing high fatality surgeries on you either..

A strange sound creeps out of Woe. Like some kind of laugh? Whimper? It's hard to tell which it is.

— From The Comfort Of Your Home —

Open RP

Marcid wakes up in her leaf pile, tossing over and hitting her cave wall. She sat up staggered, then began to crawl out of her comfortable closure.. although she felt something off inside her body.

She shrugs it off, got up and stretch and started walking to her house. Then before Marcid makes it out of her cave, she fell down to her knees. A sharp pain inside of her body made her begin coughing out drops of blood. Eventually these drops turned into puddles, and then pools. . .

She felt this same pain before, different scenario, different situations. Trying not to panic she began to crawl to her leaf pile something that was hidden seemed now important, yet her thorns prevented her doing so.

Marcid now lays on the floor in a puddle of her own blood and petals. She knew Brutus going to take over her body and didn’t know what to do.

Guts helplessly watched from afar. He hasn’t been familiarized with Marcid enough and doesn’t know how to help.

Marcid coughs roughly, she looks up to her cave entrance which now seems so far away.

“You know. . I always thought we could have got along. It’s a shame I have to do this to you.

Struggle, cry, resist all you want. I know what choice I’m making. You haven’t even made yours. . so when you think about it, I’m helping you at my mercy.

The truth is. . I WANT you to struggle, it’s the only satisfaction I get from you mortals. Once you’ve fallen, I’ll take over your poor friends and build my garden once again.

You will only delay the inevitable, Marcid.”

The hard work she put in, now is going to be wasted until…

(First time doing one of these so bear with me :sobbing:)

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A bouquet of yellow roses suddenly shoots up from the ground to face in front of you. There is a note attached to it, it read as :

To: any of you

From: no one that you know

Que grabs the bouquet, inspecting it for traps.

I assumed you wished for this to go to someone who'd actually appreciate such a display of cowardice. However, I do not care for such things, let this be a lesson to both you and my repugnant Author to address your letter correctly, as so I can stop receiving this trash.

Que toss the note in his fireplace.

He burst open the doors to his study, the cold wind rushing at him. Striding cross the balcony, Que out stretches his arm over the concrete railing. Flowers clutched in his hand, now smothered from his disregard.

Have at ye filth, rejoice in the all mighty!

Que throw the bouquet over the ledge, the roses gracefully floating down, carried by a stray gust of wind. A wind which processes to tear the gift asunder, scattering the petals in the air.

A group of disheveled onlookers below begin to stir, as they push, shove and dogpile over one another attempting to snatch the falling flora.

A young sickly boy manges to take one after leaning over the balcony

"That boy! He's got one!"

An older man shouts, spit flying everywhere

"I found it first" the boy cries

"Fuck first it's mine!"

The older man ribs the child, grabbing his hand, unfurling the petal from his loose grasp.

Anticlimacticly they both kicked in the face and fall of the ledge. Their bodies thudding against the harsh concrete walls echo throughout the Escher.

The infighting continues, Que watching from above.

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(SO SO SO SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLEY!!!!! I GOT WRITERS BLOCK :C. )

Woe stiffly and awkwardly gives the poor girl a pat on the back.

Uhm... t-there....there.?...it's going to be... *He hesitates for a moment* A-alright.. *Woe seems to gag for a second before regaining composure*

Marcid's tears seem to be absorbing into Woe's body, the blood however seems to slide of immediately like oil on water.

You've been holding up remarkably well for someone in your position... I wish there was some way I could help you more permanently, but Uni and I have already tried everything we could come up with, that Zan would let us do at least.....

— From The Comfort Of Your Home —

Open RP

Marcid wakes up in her leaf pile, tossing over and hitting her cave wall. She sat up staggered, then began to crawl out of her comfortable closure.. although she felt something off inside her body.

She shrugs it off, got up and stretch and started walking to her house. Then before Marcid makes it out of her cave, she fell down to her knees. A sharp pain inside of her body made her begin coughing out drops of blood. Eventually these drops turned into puddles, and then pools. . .

She felt this same pain before, different scenario, different situations. Trying not to panic she began to crawl to her leaf pile something that was hidden seemed now important, yet her thorns prevented her doing so.

Marcid now lays on the floor in a puddle of her own blood and petals. She knew Brutus going to take over her body and didn’t know what to do.

Guts helplessly watched from afar. He hasn’t been familiarized with Marcid enough and doesn’t know how to help.

Marcid coughs roughly, she looks up to her cave entrance which now seems so far away.

“You know. . I always thought we could have got along. It’s a shame I have to do this to you.

Struggle, cry, resist all you want. I know what choice I’m making. You haven’t even made yours. . so when you think about it, I’m helping you at my mercy.

The truth is. . I WANT you to struggle, it’s the only satisfaction I get from you mortals. Once you’ve fallen, I’ll take over your poor friends and build my garden once again.

You will only delay the inevitable, Marcid.”

The hard work she put in, now is going to be wasted until…

(First time doing one of these so bear with me :sobbing:)