[The-Peterpaws]: Omar the NPC

Name Omar
Gender Male
Age 7 Years
Job Convenience Store Clerk
Birthday May 7th

Personality
+Exciting
+Humorous
+Loyal
=Energetic
-Zealous
-Easily Jealous
-Rebelious

Likes
*Picnics
*Naps
*Shoelaces
*Candy
*Caffeinated Drinks
*Illegal Hugging
*Staying up past his bedtime

Dislikes
*Cops
*Rule followers
*Goody-two-shoes
*Water
*Swimming
*Being Quiet
*The color Red

Extras
- Omar is an NPC which means Nonplayable character
- Omar runs a small bar out of the back of his store where you can get drinks and illegal hug partners

Rp Example

#Zombroskies with ~Judgement-and-Geckos
Taz wasn’t sure what to think about this guy. He was upset and annoyed about why this guy was so concerned about someone else’s clothes. It wasn’t like they were hurting this guy. It was taz’s choice to wear these!! This was his lucky sweater. He loved it even though his sister ruined it with those dumb patches. “I am not afraid of bullets!” Taz said back angrily, “and I am perfectly aware of what they can do! Why are you even getting upset?” He threw down his arms to his sides like an upset child, “I did not do anything to you! Sorry I do not partake to use your way of hunting? That barbaric way of shooting down or clubbing. Can you even fucking hardwire a circuit board from scratch mr. perfect shot? Because I do it every night, and I make my own bombs on a pitiful budget.” He almost seemed like he was puffing up now, “I respect the way you choose to do your hunting and make your money, and I appreciate the help and the fashion advice, but I do not wish to stand her and be insulted without so much as a word! If you wish to shoot me than do it, because I am obviously not worth being alive if I am gun shy and enjoy wearing the only sweater my mom ever bought me.” He crossed his arms and stood still. This was completely out of character for Taz, but he could only take so much.

#Zombroskies with *KylieKattu
These were the sort of moments Shamus had missed more than anything. He loved being able to feel safe in Hatter’s arms. It didn’t matter what happened back then, the embrace he received from Hatter was the only one that ever gave him any sort of satisfaction that he was going to be ok. It didn’t matter what had happened earlier Hatter could cure anything with a hug in Shamus’s opinion. The kisses were nice to, but not as awesome as the hugs. He still missed them anyway. He had missed everything to do with Hatter. Just because he might have been slightly scarred up didn’t mean a thing. That was just something new Shamus would learn to love over time, right? He just hoped Hatter would do that for him. He could feel Hatter’s hands on his furless scars, but it wasn’t even a bad thing. It was new, and it was an interesting feeling. Shamus had never had anyone actually touch his scars before. After the kiss he laughed slightly at Hatter’s comment, “So am I allowed to spend the night?” he snickered and added, “At my boyfriend’s house I would think that would be all right!”