Iris Jackson

[SPOILER]
> Be the creeped-out bitch.
[COLOR="#4800FF"]H-hey! I do not a-allow y-you to c-c-call me like this i-i-'m a noble, you k-know![/COLOR]
> Whatever.
[COLOR="#4800FF"]F-fine![/COLOR]

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You are now IRISIA EVELYNE DIANA JACKSON, but you find this LUDICROUSLY LONG NAME completely STUPID, and you prefer being called IRIS. Or LADY IRIS if you're talking to some random PLEBE.

So yeah. You are a NOBLE. Future COUNTESS to be exact. Your FATHER, COUNT WILLIAM FRANCIS GERALD JACKSON, has a nice little MANSION you spend your DAYS in.

If this wasn't obvious, you are ABSOLUTELY TERRIFIED OF EVERYTHING EVER. Your FATHER hired one of those crazy people known as PSYCHOLOGISTS, which quickly diagnoscised PANTAPHOBIA (fear of hidden evil in anything whatsoever). Again, you found that STUPID. And CREEPY. Mostly STUPID. Because of that, you never LEFT YOUR ROOM. EVER. You were schoolfed by your DAMN RICH DAD (which is CREEPY AS SHIT by the way) and pretty much never left your own MANSION. Which is, well, ALRIGHT. Since your FATHER wanted you to have some OUTSIDE CONTACT, he bought you a STEAMPUTER as you turned 15, and FORCED YOU to use BOTHERCHAP. Which is CREEPY. Everyone is CREEPY on that thing.

Most people would be a bit weirded out by your apparent CROSSDRESSING. Actually, your FATHER just has a FASCINATION with SUITS, and went to custom-tailor you one. You find that STUPID and CREEPY. But then, everything is STUPID and CREEPY. He still FORCES you to wear it, since he says that a DRESS would bother your MAGNIFICENT MANE... Okay no this is stupid.

For some reason, you UTTERLY, COMPLETELY and ABSOLUTELY refuse to CUT or even COMB your hair, which results, after 10 years, of the MOST LUDICROUSLY FUCKED UP MASS OF KERATIN in existence. You clean it every week, and it takes you FIVE HOURS to do so. But you don't care at all.

While you seem heavily asocial, you actually tend to be [I]somewhat[/I] nicer with girls in general. You still find BOYS STUPID AND CREEPY. There are STUPID AND CREEPY GIRLS but they are uncommon.

Your father wanted you to practice some kind of SPORT so you wouldn't turn RIDICULOUSLY HEAVY later. So you practice FENCING. Very often. Probably too often. THe fact that you rarely eat enough and the fact you practice too much gave you a EERILY LITHE frame, which tends to creep out a lot of people. But now, you know how to use a SWORD properly.

Your inventory management MODUS or whatever the hell it's called is the CARD modus. You draw a card, and get a random item. Of course, with a little practice, you discovered some tricks, and usually get the item you want.

It appears that your chapHandle is [COLOR="#4800FF"]noblePhobia[/COLOR] and [COLOR="#4800FF"]I-it's n-n-not like i-i-i t-talk to you b-b-ecause i like y-you or a-a-anything![/COLOR][/SPOILER]