SAMPLES First Person: [Parsee is already glaring when the feed clicks on, her gaze resentful and yet....something else, an undecipherable cross between hunger and longing. Her narrowed eyes would normally glow with a strange fire, but here they're simply an unusually vibrant shade of green.]
This is the outside world, I guess. Hmph, or some version of it, anyway. [A long, peevish moment that's somehow also expectant, as if Parsee was waiting for the other shoe to drop.] So many humans walking around here.....they all look so happy. Is it because they get to live in a swanky place like this, with sunlight and clean water? And nice houses, and families, and...
[Her teeth grind together.]
It really makes me jealous! I'm so jealous, I think I'm gonna puke!
Third Person:
There's no words, in any language, that can properly describe the emotion that twists through Parsee when the full epiphany of what she's lost breaks over her. In some small part, the feeling is one of relief: a great and terrible weight has been plucked from her shoulders. The heavy pressure within her chest, tight like the embrace of a possessive lover desperate to be closer still, has lessened. (She takes this moment to breathe in, then out, and dimly marvels at how easy such a simple thing has become.) A reprieve she's convinced that she doesn't deserve - and surely, definitely, could not be worthy of by any stretch of anyone's imagination - but has been afforded regardless.
Yet the feeling is also anger, and fear, and the sense of being set adrift in the most vulnerable of ways. To have her ability to manipulate jealousy be stripped away so suddenly and unceremoniously is, for Parsee, the same thing has waking up to find that someone had changed the color of her eyes from green to the milky-white hue of a blind person while she slept. That power is just as much a part of the twisted, tattered fabric of her identity as a physical attribute, after all; bitter, resentful jealousy underscores her existence at every turn, fills the lonely emptiness that haunts her. (If just enough to distract her from what she really wants and cannot allow herself to have, if just enough to get by.) Without that ability to warp others as she has been warped, to have them be consumed by the same hateful longing that has long since consumed her, then who is she? There's no bridge to oversee here - no familiar role for her to shoulder, no place where she can at least pretend to belong.
Parsee doesn't know. She can barely stand to think about it, all the paths that have suddenly opened up before her that lead to unknown, uncharted places. It takes every ounce of effort to only narrow her eyes and twist her mouth into a frown when her housemates draw nearer. Already she feels jealous of them.....simply because they're not pitiful like her.
OTHER Housing Request?: Nope! Did you read the rules and FAQ?: YEAH BRAH Would you like your application to be unscreened?: Y.
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PARSEE MIZUHASHI | TOUHOU PROJECT | RESERVED [4/4]
First Person: [Parsee is already glaring when the feed clicks on, her gaze resentful and yet....something else, an undecipherable cross between hunger and longing. Her narrowed eyes would normally glow with a strange fire, but here they're simply an unusually vibrant shade of green.]
This is the outside world, I guess. Hmph, or some version of it, anyway. [A long, peevish moment that's somehow also expectant, as if Parsee was waiting for the other shoe to drop.] So many humans walking around here.....they all look so happy. Is it because they get to live in a swanky place like this, with sunlight and clean water? And nice houses, and families, and...
[Her teeth grind together.]
It really makes me jealous! I'm so jealous, I think I'm gonna puke!
Third Person:
OTHER
Housing Request?: Nope!
Did you read the rules and FAQ?: YEAH BRAH
Would you like your application to be unscreened?: Y.
Accepted
Congrats, your application has been accepted! Your character is now living at 1458 in Holly Heights, with a spouse slot. In order to get the ball rolling, here's what you need to do:
I hope you enjoy your stay here!