Whatever

Whatever (a.k.a. Dub)

Young adult, goth poet, writes prophetic poems, wears all black. Romantically involved with Cyl

Physical Description

Special abilities

Prophetic dreams

Apparel & Accessories

Black pants and shirt, a string tie, black cloak with hood, and curved dagger on his side.

Mental characteristics

Personal history

(Episode 4) In a park, talks to GB, complimenting his Kite. He self-identifies as a poet and reads a gorgeous poem to us about the emptiness of the city despite the people moving about and damaging its peace, about them throwing away the beauty through selfish endeavours.

Personality Characteristics

Likes & Dislikes

Likes: Black, Cyl

Vices & Personality flaws

(presumed) addicted to Daydream, but lowering his use of it

Social

Social Aptitude

dry and nihilistic

Mannerisms

flicks his long bangs out of his face to punctuate his point

Speech

low monotone voice, apathetic sounding

Relationships

Cyl

Girlfriend (Important)

Towards Whatever

5

Frank

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Whatever

Boyfriend (Important)

Towards Cyl

2

Frank

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Nicknames & Petnames

Cyl has taken to calling him "Dub", as in double-u, since "Whatever" felt dismissive, and Dub is fewer syllables.

Relationship Reasoning

Cyl and Dub have polar personalities, but both have an aesthetic, intellectual, and emotional attraction to each other. Cyl is asexual, and treasures Dub as a romantic partner and confidante.

Commonalities & Shared Interests

Ruminating on the nature of life: its difficulties, its randomness and seeming hopelessness, and the glimmers of hope one can hold on to with the right people in your life

Wealth & Financial state

family lives in the pearl district, so presumed to be a noble

Current Location

Cinderhaven

Species

Human

Spouses

Siblings

Current Residence

The Pearl District, sometimes at Cyl's workshop

Gender

Male

Hair

short shaddy black hear with bangs over his eyes

Quotes & Catchphrases

"Whatever..." "I guess..."

Dub's Prophetic Poems

"Spasming in life’s web,
Clustering under eight legged dreads,
Watching some rise from its smother,
But only for short pathetic seconds.
The web a complex beauty,
But I can’t claim cruelty home,
The ripples of intertwined death,
Some by father...foe...or friend."

~Kasden 14, 1199 (Session 6: 8/14/18)

“The ivy of death grows along my spine
Stretching to eternity over my discarded wood
Infecting and writhing within my blood
ten long and ten wide, the monoliths fixed
motionless, the obsidian hall broken by day
awaiting the grip moribund direction”

~Kasden 25, 1199 (Session 15: 8/25/2018)