User:Pycasne

She is Ginger (rarely Brunette) with soft facial features.

Pycasne has a long, crazy history that she almost never talks about. She has mood-swings, crazed speech patterns, and a love for shiny round objects called coins, even though she has never found anything to buy.

(OOC information)

Current Town, as of 5/5/2013: Warrington

Current Alliance, as of 5/5/2013: Epica (unofficial)

Job: Shipwright (Intern) Miner (Personal hobby) Fishing (Hobby trying to turn into a job)

Most hated job: Cooking

(IC information) Age: Never given a straight answer. Responses tend to hang around absurdly old.

Apparent age: Early 20s

Mental stability: Stable... usually.

Stance on Fighting: Huntress, will not fight unless forced against others. Refuses duels. Spars with those she dislikes instead.

Rants on and on about things when asked. Silly towards those she is in love with.

Quotes and conversations:

Revnant: "Come on, join me. I own VIGIL now. I might even let you keep your rank, 'Colonel' Pycasne" Pycasne: "You don't own VIGIL. You're just a thief and a weasel"

Revnant: "Pycasne, you want to be me. Admit it. I have an army. I have a beautiful woman. I have leadership skills. You have none of this." Pycasne: "Revnant, I have all of that. YOU'RE the one who doesn't have any of that."

Revnant: "You can't be a general of 20 people!" Pycasne: "You can't be a colonel of 3 people!"

Pycasne: "I'm the last one. VIGIL is gone, and I'm the only one who waves the flag."

Pycasne: "I've changed myself. I couldn't take the pain so I killed myself off, emotionally. I'm a new person who is haunted by old thoughts."

Kings: "You're just some crazy peasant, you're not a general." Pycasne: "I was. No one believes my story though."

Kings: "How old are you, anyway?" Pycasne: "You wouldn't believe me if I told."

Arkhir: "You have this dark past and some sort of emotional scaring. Are you the Doctor?" Pycasne: "...." Arkhir: "Well? Answer me!" Pycasne: "...." Arkhir: "ANSWER ME!" Pycasne: ".... I believe I have."