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I wasn't expecting company!
O-oh my. Umm, umm.. Hi?
The young Korbat stuttered in surprise, blinking furiously and looking up at you. He blushed a little, flustered and seemingly completely lost.
I was just playing games here, see, he said, ruffling his slightly curly hair in confusion, I didn't think anyone would drop by. No one does. He he.. he.. hee. Um..
He smiled awkwardly, rubbing his neck and flicking his tufted tail nervously.
Name's Nuwait, but my friends would call me Nyu, if I had any that is. Aha ha.. Uhh. I guess you're here to get to know me better then?
Name: Nuwait "Nyu" Keesho
Species: Korbat and Proud!
Age: 19
Gender: I'm a boy! -Huffs.-
Hair: Light green, semi-long, curly
Eyes: Green
Fur: White with light green markings
Special: Round glasses, one mechanical wing (we'll get to that later), furry-tufted tail
Persona:
Nyu is a complete square. He doesn't know how to interact with people properly and is often flustered if someone wants to talk to him. He 'puts a foot in his mouth' whenever speaking to the fairer gender, managing to make himself appear a total idiot. He's kind at heart and a very submissive person, never having the desire to cause trouble.
Traits:
He's addicted to playing video games, his personal favorite being none other than Usuki Frenzy. He doesn't want to talk about it, though.
Roleplay: Open
Karo
She's the landlord of the house I live in with a lot of different pets. She's nice.. at least when she wants to be. She likes talking though, and will listen to me jabbering on and on about Usukis...
I-- I mean, the Usukis in the game! A-hah ha.. Whewhh.. In any case, don't feel afraid to drop her a line, whether you want to roleplay, or just need someone to chit-chat with.
The rest of my home is sorta unclear, still. Karo's moving us around a lot. So so far me and Feri live on the eastern wing all by ourselves. I hear one girl's moving out and the Krawk's going to the second floor. Hm.
With her parents screaming at her to leave, Sally the Usul has two minutes to run about her house and pick up her ten favourite Usuki sets to dress her Usuki Dolls. Are you up to the challenge? Use the Arrow Keys to move Sally through all 5 rooms of her Neohome. If you pick up a wrong set, quickly place it back on the shelf before you continue
Usukis are all the rage in Neopia, having been challenged by the Quiguki Doll that never quite reached the rivaling dolls' popularity. And whoa, Sally has quite a many Usukis alright, and her favourites (luckily staying the same) are displayed in the bottom of the game-screen.
You start in Sally's room with doorways to north and east. I always take the east doorway to the bathroom, then north to the dining room, west to kitchen and west to living room. This way you save a lot of seconds, rather than running back and forth!
If I pick up a wrong Usuki doll, I sometimes just forfeit the game and start over. Picking the wrong doll causes you to lose points.
The only way to be good at this game is to practice, practice. And have a little luck with you, too! It's a fun, quick way to earn some Neopoints, why not to try it out?
Keesho, Nuwait. The nerd, dork, weirdo. Me.It was like any other wild summer day. I'm the only child, and I had no kids my own age to play with, so I spent my time with the rascals from the neighborhood. My mom never liked our adventures due to their possible hazards. I once got stuck in a sewer pipe. Hehe. That was a smelly experience. Nonetheless, despite my mother's worry, I would always take part in those frolics among the not-so-child-friendly piles of scrap.
There was an abandoned building site nearby, see. The boys always told me that the construction had to be halted because a man died falling off the tallest ladder and his spirit came to haunt the place. Being the naive 6-year-old, I naturally believed what the older boys said. Regardless, we always played at the construction site; tag, cops and robbers, who's afraid of the builder's ghost (my personal favorite) and the dreadful game of fate; hide and seek.
I don't mean to sound bitter. It was a very good game, if I may say so, my hideout was absolutely brilliant. I tucked myself safely into one of the to-be sewer pipes (think I'd known better, no?) and waited. Being white was a disadvantage in the game, so the dark pipe made the perfect hiding place. I waited and waited, waited a little more.
And waited.
And waited still.
I'm not sure how long I ended up spending in the pipe anyway, but soon enough, the vibrant imagination of a six-year-old took me over. The wind made a soft wailing noise as it went through the pipe pile, giving me the creeps. Was it..
the ghost of the dead builder?
I decided to wait a little more. Ghosts can't do anything, can they? They're not materialized. However, the ethereal world was scary as is, and I soon found myself shivering in terror. The wailing got louder, and much, much nearer.
Oh no, I thought, The ghost is out to get me!
Terrified, I scampered out of the pipe, my heart pounding so hard I could hear the blood pumping in my veins.
Out, out of the pipe and far away from the haunted construction site, the ghost is out to get me and devour my soul!
Things just went horribly, horribly wrong.
Oi! Keesho! Where are ya goin'?, one of the older boys hollered as I scampered out of the pipe hurriedly, making my way along the littered ground in a mad haste. Blinded by my sheer terror, I ignored him as a personification of the terrible ghost. I just wanted to get out. The boy took off after me, trying to catch up. I slipped a little, taking a quick turn and stopping to catch my breath under a rusty iron bar. The ghost wouldn't find me here.
A creak stirred me up and I raised my wide eyes up to the metal bar hanging above me. The older boy had climbed onto it only to notice that it gave away. A disaster was ready. I was paralyzed in fear as I watched the bar tear loose from the structure. I was dead for sure, the ghost's menacing revenge.
Keesho, look out!
And the large construction came down with racket like none other. I had made my last dash for cover in vain. The bar crushed down on my wings, pulling me into the ground. For a brief second there was pain I never thought could exist, and then.
Nothing.
Ten years later
Nuwait, don't you want to try out your new wings?, my mother asked me, knocking on my door. I had spent my time indoors ever since the operation. They had failed me, they had failed me and my hopes. I was nothing now. For years I had been the weird kid with no wings, now I was the weird kid with an awkward pile of metal stuck on his back.
I was too different.
What good does it? And you mean wing, don't you? Don't speak of it in plural, there's only one.
I suppose I shouldn't have been angry at my mother who had lovingly tried her very best to restore my wings. They had been amputated instantly after the accident with no hope of ever re-constructing them. My father had pretty much disowned me, a son with no wings, looked more like a Bori without the back plates. Such a disgrace. But my father had always been a very stern man.
I could hear my mother sighing behind the door and my heart grew a little sore.
I'm sorry.
I was, truly. I never meant to take my frustration out on her. But I had a reason to be angry. I was supposed to have a fully functional pair of mechanic wings. Instead, my spinal cord had rejected the other and they had to take it out, leaving me with only one wing. An unclear mess of wires and metal sticking out from my back, never able to lift me off the ground.
Suppose there was always something good with the bad.
With not much of a father figure to guide my way, I always turned to my mother for friendly advice. She had taught me to be tolerant of others, act kindly and only have the purest of intentions.
My father, along with all my other acquaintances, taught me to be mistrusting, cautious and always alert. You'd never know when a freak like me would get attacked. Although my father spoke me down, I still held him in high regard. He was a wise, honest man who had gone far in his life.
And one day, I'll outdo all his achievements.
But first, I think I'll play a game of Usuki Frenzy.
Fin.
Puro, the Flerper with a bad attitude.
Puro tends to nibble on all my gaming platforms, cords and consoles, anything she can get her little paws on. Amazingly, I've yet to find a distinguishable mouth on her! I mean.. how does she do it?
Puro doesn't necessarily like me, and I guess she has her reasons. She started following me when I- accidentally I might add -stepped on her as Karo had dragged me out to the backwoods. So I guess it's payback she wants, not companionship.
Puro is Finnish and means "creek", by the way.
General rules apply.
Ruse
Jeuroa
Mitysia
Ert
Nikterida
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