[This] is the first draft of the character, more of a proof-of-concept than anything else. At the time, I'd conceived them as bartenders for a cyber-centric joint in a project universe whose website seems to have vanished off the face of the internet. They were going to have extensive knowledge of alcohol and drink mixing, exceptional multitasking abilities, and...well, very little sexual content. Their main purpose was going to be to serve as an example of what would be possible with access to the right level of cybernetics, as well as comedic relief. |
[This] is the first draft of the character, more of a proof-of-concept than anything else. At the time, I'd conceived them as bartenders for a cyber-centric joint in a project universe whose website [has been recently returned from the grave]. They were going to have extensive knowledge of alcohol and drink mixing, exceptional multitasking abilities, and...well, very little sexual content. Their main purpose was going to be to serve as an example of what would be possible with access to the right level of cybernetics, as well as comedic relief. |
*Cend likes watching Trans' dreams. |
*Cend likes watching Trans' dreams. |
In short: They fell out of my head, smacked me on the ass, and said hi.
[This] is the first draft of the character, more of a proof-of-concept than anything else. At the time, I'd conceived them as bartenders for a cyber-centric joint in a project universe whose website [has been recently returned from the grave]. They were going to have extensive knowledge of alcohol and drink mixing, exceptional multitasking abilities, and...well, very little sexual content. Their main purpose was going to be to serve as an example of what would be possible with access to the right level of cybernetics, as well as comedic relief.
This project, as evidenced by the website dissolving, sorta fell apart and the character laid stagnant in my head for a while. When I found Puzzlebox, they stood at attention and practically begged to get in there. Somehow, while they had lain dormant in my head, they'd evolved.
This drove the twins up the wall. They sulked, screamed, and beat on the inside of my head for a while, begging and pleading to get into Puzzlebox, but I still didn't have a proper template for them.
That's when it hit me, like a double-trailer semi truck loaded full of condoms, KY, and sex toys: Kayle wasn't designed to have sex, from both IC and OOC standpoints. The twins, as they had grown fond of reminding me, had no such issues. They demonstrated this nightly, on each other, inside my head.
So I contacted XOR and asked what the proceedure was to get an alt, and so it came to be that the twins were introduced to the Mess.