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Name: Nathen Calavera
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Age: n/a Minutes to Millenia.
Title: The Omnifarious Amalgam, Moter city merc, Guy that won't die, Anti-hero for hire, Mask for your task, spawn of Yautja, 億尾のもの/Oku-bi no mono, biscuts maker, professional cliche.
species: [url=http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AuthorAvatar]This unfortunately[/url]
Lucky streak: Still alive... Not sure if that's good or bad though...
Marital status: why would you want to know that?
Mistakes: Pleanty made, even more to be made
Favorite pizza: A pizza with Cheetos, chicken, sun dried tomatoes, broccoli, shrimp, spinach, green peppers, mac and cheese, ham, and bacon.
A being created from creation with no definite origin story, Omni is the heart and soul of clichéd storys. Powered by nostalgia, Omni finds any flaw that can be found and uses it to help or to destroy.
Childlike at times for his nostalgic based brain he is often refered to as "broken" or "misunderstood". These terms apply well, but the secret to making people believe he's insaine is knowing that in the end, he's a perfectly mentally stable gentleman... And that's why he's so volitile.
A self depricating idiot in every aspect, he's easily read, yet so hard to read because you can't tell how deep to dig. The things he says can either be a playful joke, or could lead to a huge shitstorm... The sad thing is he's so easily distracted he can't tell which...
A curious sort, the omnifarious amalgam is always ready to listen to a story and stick it's proverbial nose in where it dosent belong. It'll try and learn a story so that way it'll be more at home with whatever universe it's in. It'll make a home there untill eventually it's pulled out and forced back into an unreality where it has to work hard to get back into a new reality.
Time is relative to perspective in the eyes of omni. More madening things include that as well but most of all is his age. If regeneration is not an available option, a different form of ressurection is available. The subject leaves behind the body reappearing in a private place, unharmed as they were before their death while the original corpse disintigrates leaving the now living one only a few minutes old but as brand new as a newborn child.
Sex is a particularly unwelcome experience more often than not, as it is prophecized that the father shall die by the hand of the son(thus explaining cause for celibacy). The only other result from that activity is a traumatic resuscitation event that is quite self explicable and even more so disgusting.
The amalgam is a creature full of many things, and are never limited to only one option. Always growing and adapting to new situations, learning is a constant for the odd thing.
Shad needs to start doing commissions before I'm homeless and broke.
Why the fuck do idiots fall in love? Is this lust? Whats the buttfucking difference?
I know it's bad to hate an entire clique of people just from one bad experiance... But really... I do... Because of someone I'll not reffer to because Damnit I still respect the fucking genious of them... They were Asexual... I tried to be a friend... Even got them a belated/early birthday gift... Ask anyone I know... I NEVER do that... Yet I went out of my way to get them something they wanted so... I blame myself for that $30 gone to waste...
I can't understand these people... There like me but less corruptive... What the hell does it take to twist the mind of someone like that? Fame? Fortune? Everlasting gob-mother fucking- stoppers? Sadly that last one actually might be the case... I'm so damn happy in my own misery... So why do these people make me feel so much more violent than usual just because they have no interest in carnal desires?
It gives me Bloody desires!
I'd do what hitler did, but to these people, them only, and in the end, make the nazi asshole look like a fucking god to all creatures under the sun for his infinite mercy compared to me and my iron foot shoved up the collective assholes of the people like that one person...
Yes at one point I forgave them... I know what I did and how wrong it was...
And I tried to apologise...
From the bottom of my cold black bastard heart of hearts...
They said nothing...
This inactivity is what sparked my rage...
I already can't tell weather a person is gay straight taken or anything else... My "Gaydar" Is shit!
But if you come up to my door *And Yes, I dare you to...* to preach whatever it is you wish, and are infact, Asexual...
I will talk with you...
We will have a general discussion...
All will be civilised and peaceful...
All the way down to the local walmart...
Where I will trick you into purchasing a steel bat...
Maliciously and savagely use that to beat you until your nothing!
Not even a fucking memory!
And make it look like an accident...
A really, bloody... Violent... Loud... Accedent...
Then I will bring you back from the god damn dead...
As someone who is willing to have children...
We will wed...
For 40 year...
And THAT is when I'll show you that it is really me!!
I will tie you up...
Hold you over the volcanoes edge...
And laugh at your screams as I slay your children and immortalize you in all of your pain and stupidity brought down upon you through my own acts...
I don't know if you can hear me...
Or if your even there...
I've lost the ability to either hope nor care...
I just want to watch you twist in the wind...
And I'll be there...
You won't see me, but I'll know...
Every fall you make, every bone you break, every time someone has reason to laugh at you for all your faults...
And I'm Going to be drunk till The next time Im drunk!
Hope to find that little bitch on the way back home
Talking shit to me all the time
I am done with this fuckers shit
I'm gonna rip this little punk
Probably gonna do something stupid
So I want to update the things I'm connected to, you know, get in some new pictures, maybe write a story or something like that. What with everywhere I am, it'd be helpful to be more recognisable, but due to unfortunate circumstances and the limited capabilities of my one saveing grace/teather to the internet, that's all a bit out of my reach for the moment. Really need to take that banner down too, I may like hiku, but it's a little... well... old, and kinda gives the wrong idea about me at first glance. I guess the positive here is the newly obtained keyboard, while not as virtually indestructable as it's predecessor, it gets the job of typing done. Theirs so much else to do, and so little time to do it. Had I the right mind set I could probably get it all done in a month, give or take a few factors, but I'm just not that clever to get it done.
Most wish for an urban utopia but I must protest,
Were I trapped in such a place I'd gladly put a bullet in my breast,
A peaceful place like Gandhi's dream would give me cardiac arrest.
Keep your peace and love, just give me hell, war, hate, and all the rest,
Toss me machete, guns, clips, and explosives for our unwelcome guest,
Prepare a haven as you fortify your homes and nest,
It matters little, be you damned or blessed,
Killing is something nobody likes doing best.
Violent from life and it's foolish tests,
the idea for absolute peace is what I detest,
Hell on earth with everyday violence catches my interest.
Peace is lusted for, one day this need will be addressed,
Wrap it's fingers in your soul, taking your heart it takes to molest,
Whispering sweet nothings and promising each to be a day of rest.
But I digress,
No matter the system, someone will be oppressed,
Snakes in gardens, shadows in light, or others will always suppress,
Voices will belittle the ones who oppose the so called "foul pests",
When really they are the brave ones who dare disturb the hornets nest,
Differ with your opinion if you must, make alternatives you have to suggest,
Though I doubt I'd pay attention I must profess.
For I'm one who will rattle the cages, never to be laid to rest,
Dance on the killing field that peace and it's supporters infest,
The idea to bring about the eschaton gives me great unrest,
Gives me reason to be depressed,
Get a grip, from fools who wish all that I divest.
While others show cowardice and run away, I progress,
Call out with all the voice in my war torn chest,
"When hell walks earth, and peace is repressed,"
"I'm the best of the god d@mn best!"
Dr.phil: Hello everyone, i wanna welcome you today to the show, today's show deals with a lonely creature, who was created by an eager man who is facsinated by nature. When the monster was created, his father, disgusted by his apperance, breifly abandend him, or as to say, his child. Since then the monster has strived to survive on his own.he surprizingly learned how to read, write, and talk. He was denied and frightened by others for his apperance, since then, the monster felt loneliness and unaccepted, these feelings grew towards his father. Todays show deals with forgiveness and acceptance between the two. Ladies and Gentlemen, I want you to help me welcome, Docter Victor Frankenstein, **clap to encourage clapping**please give him a round of applause
Frankenstein: **walk on stage, smile (really smile, show some teeth) and wave, sit down**
Dr.phil: Hello Victor, how are you today?
Frankenstein: I'm alright, actually a bit nervous.
Dr.phil: Care to tell us why?
Frankenstein: I can't explain the feeling, my son and I reunite, I don't really know how I feel, I created him but I'm the one who abandoned him. I don't know if he will be able to forgive me.
Dr.phil: Do you see it as a possibility of him forgiving you, and do you accept him the way he is?
Frankenstien: It's hard to say, especially if you've abandened your child. I must admit, I do still find it's hard to accept him, even just who he is. After all, when i pictured him, he didn't look the way he does now, can I truely be blamed for this?
Dr.phil: Over all the... unattractiveness, do you love your son?
Frankenstien: Well, he is my child/creation... i guess i have no choice but to do so.
Dr.phil: It sounds like your not even trying here, I mean he's your son, and things don't go the way as planned, look around you, people are born with disorders like down syndrome or some other disease, but they still support their friends.
Frankenstien: Your right! but I didn't mean for it to be this way.
Creation walks out on stage and yells "puddin' pops, their delicious, eat 'em.
**back to the show**
Dr.phil: I see this is the way it is and so does your son Everyone please welcome "the monster" **clap to encourage clapping**please give him a round of applause...
The creation: **grrs at dr.phil, and sits down**
Frankinstien: he preffers "creation"
Dr.phil: the creation... hello how are you today?
Creation: I can't really complain, I'm alive arn't I?
Dr.phil: Yes you are, and you come a long way. So you gotta tell me, how did it feel that your creator/dad left you?
Creation: At first, I didn't know what was going on, I had to learn the hard way, and i got a rude awakening.
Dr.phil: Do you still feel angry? how do you feel? anything you have to say? to your father here?
Creation: Victor, as much as it pains me, I have to look at your face! you come out here telling him how you can't accept me, and it pains me how you put me through hell and act like you still don't care! you aide the whims of unknown souls? yet you cast aside your very own? your responsibility to the ages?!!?! i was with you on your wedding night and i killed your wife, honestly part of me feels relief now...
Frankinstine: I understand how you feel, but I just wanted you to be just like everybody else.
Creation: oh yeah? well what did you expect when you use dead body parts?
Frankenstine: i wasn't thinking!
Creation: and to think i was the one without a brain...
Frankenstien: YOU HAVE A BRAIN!
Creation: no i have some bum's brain, it's not mine, i have no brain, no heart and no life.
Dr.phil: okay... i give up... you 2 are beyond my help, go get out, get out of my studio out out OUT!!
Cration: wait thats it?
Frankenstien: this sucks, i want my money back.
Dr.phil: you never paid any money genious.
Frankenstine: oh.... damn...
Dr.phil: get out.