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The sky above your head had slowly changed from a deep, fiery orange to a dark, midnight blue as the sun sank deeper and deeper into the horizon. You didn't notice just how engaged you were into your evening walk until you felt your legs begin to ache with a sharp pain. It wasn't until then that you really began to acknowledge your surroundings; not one thing about the curious city you had somehow stumbled upon looked familiar to you. Where am I? you asked yourself. How long have I been out walking?
Seeing how it was just after dark and you were uncertain as to how you ended up in this city or how to get back to your Neopia Central home, you figured it would be wise not to try heading back on foot. Perhaps you could hitch a ride with a taxi or something later. But for now, your legs needed to rest. To your convenience, you found a bench not too far from where you stood. This seemed as good a place as any to take the weight off of your aching feet.
As you got closer to the bench, you noticed someone sitting there, huddled close to the street lamp next to it and writing in a small notepad. To put it nicely, he wasn't the most attractive of characters; his hair was a tad bit messy, and was a most unusual colour- dirty blond would have been your best guess, but it looked a more greenish-grey than it did blond. His clothes were ragged and a bit dirty, and although it was hard to see by only the dim glow of the street lamp, he had a somewhat creepy face, with a strange lump on the side of his forehead like that of a mutant kiko. You almost didn't want to sit down by him, but it seemed like the only decent place to sit for miles, and you were at the point where you were so exhausted that you really didn't care. With some reluctance, you pushed yourself to approach him.
Mind if I sit here? you ask.
Not at all, he replies. His voice was a little rough, yet strangely soothing and very friendly.
As you sat down, you couldn't help but sigh, both in pain and frustration.
Are you all right there, mate? the man asks. You look troubled.
I'm not sure, you respond. I haven't a clue as to where I am; I just walked here from Neopia Central.
You're in the town of Darlam, he says. From what I understand, Neopia Central is quite a ways from here, especially for walking. And I'm afraid I don't know what the bus schedule is like this evening. I wish I could help you, but I'm afraid there's not much I can offer you, aside from company.
That's fine, you reply. Really, company is all I need at the moment. Would you mind telling me a little more about where I am?
About DarlamI take it you're new to these parts, eh? The man asks you. Nothing wrong with that; it's always a joy to have guests. As I've mentioned before, you're currently in our lovely little town of Darlam, which lies just a few short miles west of Brightvale. You probably haven't heard much about us, which is perfectly understandable, as we're a pretty small town- in fact, we're so small that you can't even find us on the map of Neopia. (If you were to take a look at the map, you'd notice a small, seemingly empty speck of land just between Brightvale and the new Faerieland- that's where we are.) Needless to say, not a whole lot of excitement takes place here because of our small size, but it's a fair trade-off if you're one of those people who loves the ancient culture of Brightvale, but prefers a more quiet and relaxed atmosphere, as opposed to all the hustle and noise that comes with metropolitan life.
I know what you're thinking, and you can get that cliché out of your head right now- just because we're a small town doesn't mean we're all a bunch of hillbillies. While we do pride ourselves on many of our ancient traditions, we're generally a more broad-minded and progressive society, much like our Brightvalian neighbours. What with being closely related and all, our culture shares many similarities with Brightvale- in fact, you could pretty much say that we basically are a miniature Brightvale. There are a few noticeable difference, however; one of them, as you may have noticed by now after having walked around a bit, is our architecture. While we do have many lovely stained-glass windows as well, our buildings generally tend to take on a more Neovian-style appearance, as opposed to all the medieval huts and castles you'll find eastward. Appearance aside, we are also different in the sense that we're often perceived as being a lot more friendly towards other people- a stark contrast to the "snobs" that people generally think of when they think of Brightvale. (We're lovers here, not fighters.)
I won't bore you with our history, as it's basically identical to that of our neighbour's- we were discovered about the same time as Brightvale, and we are more or less considered an outlying territory. We share the same government and everything, with King Hagan as our current monarch. We also have a sister city to our south west known as Verston; again, the history and culture of Verston is more or less identical to ours.
Anyway, that's pretty much Darlam in a nutshell. We're a pretty nice little town, really, so hopefully you'll take the time to enjoy us while you're here. :)
With a bit more knowledge of your surroundings provided by the gentleman, you feel slightly more at ease with your current situation. You also feel a bit more relaxed with his presence than you were before, for he seemed like a friendly enough fellow after all. No longer wishing to be strangers, you ask to know a little more about him.
Neopets Name: Little_wigin (but please don't call me that)
Goes by: Tigien (pronounced "ty-gen"); Ti
Date of Birth: Exact date is unknown, but February 12th is the date he made up for himself.
Current Residence: Darlam
Species: White Rat (Xweetok)
Height: (Anthro) 5 ft. 9 in.; (Quad) about the size of a possum
Weight: That's classified information. ;3
Eyes: Golden; bloodshot
Family: Only known relative is his twin brother Troden.
Love: He won't admit it, but he does somewhat fancy his friend Mirta...
Occupation: Writer/poet; also makes stuffed animals
Personality: Ti is usually a pretty calm and relaxed fellow. He may seem a bit lonely and glum at first, but he's generally quite friendly and pleasant once you get to know him. He is just a little behind with the times, however, so it's not uncommon for him to seem confused or even a little awkward in some social situations. People typically find him to be a bit strange and somewhat lost in his own world at times, so it can be a bit of a challenge for him to connect with people at first; but those who are able to get past this quirk generally find him to be a fairly decent character overall. He's very close to nature, as it inspires nearly every aspect of his daily life (I guess you could say he's even a bit of a hippie). He's also very open-minded and always thirsty for knowledge. He tries not to take life too seriously.
Strengths: Always calm and relaxed; sees mostly the good in everything.
Weaknesses: Easily puzzled by modern society; often feels lonely and detached from the world.
Additional Info: What with being a mutant and all, Tigien's body works rather abnormally. For starters, he is able to go an extremely long time without food or water (typically a month or so at least). He also never gets too hot or too cold; his external body temperate more or less stays the same regardless of his environment (although weather affects him in other ways, i.e. cold weather makes him sluggish, etc). Additionally, he doesn't feel pain, and never gets sick.
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- Reading/Writing poetry
- Drivers with their radios on full blast
- Being stared at
- Being told I'm ugly D'8
As the fellow, whom apparently calls himself Tigien, speaks of himself, you listen with interest. You are somewhat intrigued by what you have gathered thus far,
for he may just be an interesting character after all. You knew that there has to be more to him than just a few basic facts. You wanted to learn more about him- where did he come from? What is his story?
So, Mr. Tigien, you go on to ask him, would you care to tell me a little more about yourself? What is your story?
Well, I've certainly lived an odd life, that's for sure. I don't normally share my past with people, but eh, if you're interested, then I suppose I'll tell.
After having finished his tale, you both sit in silence for a few moments. He wasn't kidding when he said he had lived an odd life, but that was what made it somehow interesting. Still, you couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for him, thinking of how lonely he must be living all by himself out on the cold, harsh streets. Surely he had to at least have some friends in order to be so happy...
Do you have any friends? you go on to ask. He chuckles a bit at the unexpected question.
Indeed I do, he goes on to say. I don't have very many, I'll admit, but the ones that I do have mean quite a lot to me.
Just as you were about to speak up, you heard what sounded like paws tapping against the side walk. You glance down, only to find a small anubis approaching you both.
Why, hello there, Chester, says Tigien with a surprised tone. What are you doing out here this late?
Then, of course, there's Chester. He isn't really my pet; he belongs to someone who lives around here, although I'm not sure whom. He likes to come down here and visit me from time to time, even though he knows he's not supposed to. But I do appreciate the company; it's always nice to have someone like him to keep me from getting lonely. Still, I do wish his owners would be more careful with him; it really worries me to always see him running loose like this...
He reaches down and pats the little anubis on the head.
I'm sorry, but I can't play right now, he tells Chester. You should probably head back home now; it's awfully late for you to be wandering around like this.
The little anubis gives a small bark, and then trots off.
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As the anubis takes off, you then remember what it was you were about to ask before the small interruption.
So, you begin to ask, did you say that you also like to sew?
Ah, yes, indeed, Tigien replies with a nod. I usually sew dolls, although occasionally I'll make other things, too. In fact...
He unzips a small sack sitting next to him, and out he digs a few dolls to show to you.
These are just some of the dolls I've made, he goes on to say. I've got quite a plethora of these things. People always give me a hard time for having a "girl" hobby, but it's what I enjoy, and I see nothing wrong with it. Although, while they are fun to make, I really have no use for these things. I'm always trying to get rid of them; sometimes I'll give them to children I meet at the park, or I'll just let Chester play with them. Perhaps you might have a better use for one?
Rules should be pretty common sense: don't steal these, don't enter them into any contests, keep the link back on, don't take a custom that isn't yours, all that jazz. Basically, don't do anything with these that will get you into trouble. Otherwise you'll hurt my feelings. :'(
Also, I don't mind if you use these off site. Same rules apply for off site use.
Seem like easy rules to follow, no? If so, feel free to use/request one. ^^
Requests: Closed for now (sorry! :c)
Colour requests: Closed
Trades: Closed :c
Simply neomail my main if you'd like a custom and it says they're open. Don't be shy; I love making these. :3
These can be modified to look like just about any species (even anthros), so if you would like a custom and your pet isn't a xweetok, you may still request! :)
By the way, "Baconman" is an old nickname of mine that I don't really go by any more; I just don't feel like changing it on the adoptables. xD
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Really? I-I can has gift arts?! 8D
Artist: Trink. Thank you so much! 83 *Loves*
...And this is where I will put a nice conclusion, as soon as I can come up with one. xD
Super icky old badge that I no longer like, but will put here anyway:
Interested in a link trade? Just neomail me! c:
Other Characters of Mine:
Zinj Eimms Zara
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