username: Byteme
name: Presscot- Usually called Cot or Cotty, to his disdain
meaning: Priests cottage
extras:
He pressed the pen down on the lined paper, pulled it back and sighed with fixated brows. It had left one tiny mark on the otherwise wordless paper, just a flek. Maybe a pencil would be better, less permanent. Although, he only glanced at the pencil to the side of his unoccupied arm. Licking the tip of his pen he wiggled it around and began to write... Better conduct this now and fix its problems after, that's what scientists did, especially with as much thought and elaboration as he had put in.
In the modern world, the usual dictation of life is mysteriously hidden behind words and psychological boulders all the same. Natural selection doesn't always rank at its best, although quite often it does formidably so. Survival of the fittest in a neuro-cortex society is a wobbly little, distraught thing. As Darwin's theory stated- 'gradual transition, not adaptation', and this generation has gradually transitioned into a multitude of mixed clans, all a little wirey and able to be cross-bordered. Within the ecosystem lies smaller ecosystems, species, communities and populations, and individuals.
The groups of us- the comedians, the fighters, the ones of flight, the wanderlust, the body builders, the historians, and the scientists- those are only a few. They, create the variety---
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Personality:
Presscot is philosophical in every sense, the idea of life intruige him to them point that he can't functionally go at a days activites without sitting down at least once to write things down-- things very specific to his brain, random though up ideas he developes and let's grow.
Flourish