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Description

"u..uwah,,"
FULL NAME Pavlica Naoum
RESIDENT ID: 61OU73
AGE: 20
GENDER: Male
OCCUPATION: Unoccupied
HEIGHT: 175cm / 5'9

STAT INFORMATION[ ATK ] ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆
[ SPD ] ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆
[ INT ] ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆
[ END ] ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆
[ MEM*] ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆

*Memory

PERSONAL INFORMATIONPERSONALITY + Alert, Disciplined, Discreet, Driven, Retentive +
- Apprehensive, Inarticulate, Nosy, Obsessive, Withdrawn -

Naoum is the kind of a person that blends in with the background.

His presence is hardly noticeable, yet, once you do notice him, there is something to him that urges your eyes to keep scanning him -- he is, by a lot of means, quite creepy. The kind of creepy where he observes people intently in silence with an unchangeable expression in the most subtle way possible. And, even if Naoum never really approaches anyone, whether it be human or android, there is something about such behaviour of his that rubs just about anyone the wrong way. Is he plotting something? No, he is simply curious -- or well, nosy would be the more precise term to describe him; nosy to the point of obsession indeed. Everything he sees, everything he hears, he stores it all carefully in his head, his notes, his computer- he merely has the urge to hoard information no matter how irrelevant it may seem to him, only so he wouldn't forget; though he isn't sure himself why.

***

Put into a spot where he actually has to socialize however, it becomes clear Naoum is, frankly, the saddest type of a creep. He can't articulate even the small amount of thoughts he actually wants to word no matter how hard he tries, whether it be simply because of how anxious and fidgety he becomes, or because of the inability to find the correct words. Put aside that barrier, he isn't actually that unpleasant in conversation. He comes off as surprisingly well disciplined and does not directly pry or (consciously) put people in uncomfortable situations. And, somehow, despite seeming to lack sufficient human or android contact, he is easy to notice subtle changes in the tone of someone's voice or body language, and knows when to take a step back and walk away from a situation.

Put into shorter terms, Naoum is but a misunderstood individual who deals with his fears through obsessive behaviours, while, in reality, he has no actual ill intent and finds nosiness his way of feeling closer to people.

LIKES / DISLIKES+ androids -dogs
+ silence -hot weather
+ jigsaw puzzles -big crowds
+ fruity sents -classrooms

SYSTEM RUNDOWN- Born in Vivamus city to an unmarried young couple.
- Raised poorly by his irresponsible mother and busy father.
- Abandoned by his mother.
- Raised without enough communication.
- Enrolled school as an outcast with impaired ability to communicate with kids his age.
- Discovered social media.
- Obsessively uses social media.
- After finishing high school, didn't contiue education.
- Currently unemployed, not in education.
- Resides in the Shopping district with his father.
- Took a great interest in androids and XCELL.

HISTORY
A depressing picture is the softest way you could use to describe Naoum’s life right now. Someone who has given up on life as a human, someone who is tired of having to eat, drink, sleep -- basically, having to live. Shut between four walls of a small room lit by several screens, a guy of messy hair, tired eyes and bent back escapes humanity. He is too scared to communicate, fearing the opinions of others, fearing he’d be labeled a bother. Yet, hypocritically, he stares at those exact humans he avoids on his screens. Pictures and pictures of them; texts and texts of information related to them. Yes -- Naoum harbours an obsession.

Calling Naoum a stalker wouldn’t entirely be true. He would merely consider himself a silent observer. Someone who relies solely on social media to obtain information. However, no normal consumer of such would go to an extent Naoum goes to store every picture, text post, profile change and the like. This, Naoum would not call stalking -- it is but information hoarding. Information on locations you’ve been, simply based off the photos you took, information on your family, friends, who you were with, your past posts you never wanted anyone to see, an archive of your old accounts -- those will never be forgotten by Naoum.

***

Naoum lives with his dad, yet the two barely talk. His dad works at a small repair shop for home appliances in the shopping district of Vivamus City. Naoum is unemployed and spends entire days at home. When both the men are at home, they rarely communicate. As long as the dishes are washed and the laundry is done, Naoum’s dad will set no complaints and leave Naoum to his own peace. Naoum won’t talk to his dad either. He’s scared to bother him. He’s scared to bother everyone.

It all started on September 1st, Vivamus city.

Naoum’s mother was young. She lived life irresponsibly and winged things as she went. If she felt like doing something, she’d do it carelessly, and the moment she got bored of it, she’d drop it and escape to another new interest of hers. The baby she bore received the same treatment and soon her boyfriend would too.

After merely a year, Naoum’s mother decided she was bored of taking care of a baby. Naoum would be fed in uneven intervals, his diaper would remain unchanged for hours, he’d cry non-stop with no one attending to him so long as only his mother was around. When his father was around, however, things didn’t work that way. Though he’d be taken care of, the child would listen to relentless arguing. The loud noise naturally upset the baby, and he’d cry loudly, as if asking someone to take him away. At times his mother would snap and yell at him for crying, but, alas, Naoum was a mere one year old and could not possibly understand what she could be telling him. Instead, fear is all he learned. It didn’t help that immediately after, his dad would proceed to argue with the woman for upsetting the child. And so the cycle went on, and Naoum would keep crying until he’d be too tired to go on. He didn’t receive enough attention, he was treated like a mere toy, and his mother was a restless child who got bored with the toy and tossed it into Naoum’s father’s arms.

It wasn’t too long before she disappeared from their life. Found another boyfriend, and never spoke to her ex again. Naoum’s dad felt too tired to fight a battle he may not win -- filing a lawsuit was out of his budget and risky. Instead, he, though not happy, decided to take care of Naoum on his own. Naoum’s mother did blame him for the existence of the baby in the first place.

This was all of course forgotten by Naoum. He doesn’t recall his mother’s face nor does he have any photos of her or of anything that happened while he was a child. All of it was not even memories -- it was nothing. It created uneasiness within him.

Naoum’s dad needed to raise a child on his own now. Considering he was a working man, he had some friends look over Naoum while he wasn’t home, and, while he was, he’d soon get too tired and let Naoum play on his own. At other times he’d take Naoum to his shop where he’d be told to stay quiet and not bother him or the customers. Naoum’s young mind absorbed that feeling like a sponge -- just the feeling, not any faces, not any scenes. Nearly everything disappeared from his memory.

When Naoum started school it was apparent he could not communicate like other kids his age could. He had trouble speaking and expressing himself. As such, the teachers were afraid he would get picked on by the other kids. While he was not picked on though, he quickly became an outcast of his class who children would find hard talking to or getting along with. His teacher tried to pitch in, but as long as the situation with his dad stayed the same, Naoum as well would not change. And he never did.

Years went by and he remained alone. He couldn’t make a single friend. Social contact rendered him nervous. Unaware, he was afraid he’d bother the others. Every look made him feel judged, every bit of attention he got made his palms sweaty, even if he was approached with the best intentions.

More years and nothing changed. Naoum started high school with the same crowd and he could still not bring himself to even attempt to make friends. But despite everything, it was only so long that he could go without seeking some human contact, or, rather, the feeling that he was receiving some. So he turned to social media to fill this emptiness in his chest.

He wasn’t any louder on the internet. He remained a quiet observer of those around him. However he was not satisfied by simply observing online accounts like the others did. He followed people, stared at their profiles for hours, obsessively refreshing to see if anything new would pop up, if anything would change, and once nothing was happening for the duration of those hours, he’d start scrolling their entire accounts -- every single post he could find he read, studied, saved to his computer. He could not allow himself to forget anything. Anything. His computer would become filled with pictures, videos, text files noting every single post from people he followed, every single change made to their profiles, every location from the photos that he recognized. And soon when that wasn’t enough, he’d study photos and search the internet fanatically in order to pin the location where it was taken. He felt closer to his classmates. He felt like he knew everything about them. Everywhere they went, everything they ate, every connection they had. It made him feel like he had friends. An illusion that put his mind at ease. And eventually, he started to remember everything. No one ever found out.

High school ended.

Communicating with people was still as stressful. Meeting them especially. The thought of college didn’t sit well with Naoum. He’d shiver just at the thought of a giant crowd of new people, all with expectations of him, all with those eyes of pity which would turn away the moment he’d make eye contact. He could not tell his father. Instead, he quietly asked for a gap year, and after a short discussion his dad agreed to allow him to take one, thinking Naoum might find something that interests him in the meanwhile. He had no clue about Naoum’s obsession. Naoum intended to use this year to collect information to his own leisure. He would stop leaving the house as a whole. At that time, however, androids appeared in Vivamus City. Naoum’s interests took a turn.

Androids. What a fascinating concept. An object resembling a human with no function of judging you and no concept of being bothered by you. You own them, they’re yours; they were made for you, they serve you, talk to you, live for you. Naoum wanted one desperately. Like a child who saw a new toy.

He could never ask anything of his dad. They weren’t well off enough to afford an android easily and asking for such a thing would be a bother, definitely. Instead, Naoum’s computer now became filled with information about androids. Everything he could find on them -- their functions, types of models, pictures, blueprints, articles -- everything was secure on his computer. His obsession would only grow and grow; it all felt like an amazing story to him, a legend out of his reach. He desperately wanted to see one and study it himself.

One day Naoum was forced out of the house by his concerned dad. Though nervous to be around humans again, all of Naoum’s insecurities halted the moment he spotted an android. A real, live android. He couldn’t contain his fascination, his legs carried him without his consent. He ended up following the android he spotted for hours, studying everything he could about it for that short duration. Next time he went out there were even more androids on the street, so he found it easy to study another one, just like before. And so as time went on, he would keep collecting information on how androids acted, how their functions worked, how they expressed emotions and spoke. Yet, somehow, everything still felt too distant to him. He could not fully understand what went through an android’s mind. So it occurred to him -- in order to have full knowledge of how they felt, it would be best if he could become one himself. The thought of getting rid of you physiological needs, the feeling of security upon thinking his memories would be stored with him for as long as he wants them to be brought Naoum nothing but fascination. He could do nothing about this fantasy though, so instead, he turned to the company which created androids -- XCELL. They were bound to make something like that possible one day. So now, among other people he paid close attention to, XCELL became one of the main accounts Naoum would store information on. It would remain that way for two years. Losing track of time, his gap year became years.

However things have to change. Naoum, now 20 years old is about to re-enter society.

TL;DR
-irresponsible mother who, aside from arguing and yelling around the baby, abandoned naoum and his dad for another life
-naoum was raised poorly with lack of communication
-he found it hard to talk to kids in school and slowly became an outcast
-never managed to make friends due to the fear of being a bother
-started obsessively using social media in high school to simulate the feeling of being close to someone
-keeps pictures, all posts and profile edits of his classmates and other people he found interesting on the internet
-after high school decided he doesn't want to go to college so asked his dad if he's allowed to take a gap year; his dad agreed
-took a great interest in androids when they came out
-now keeps information on androids too and sometimes finds himself following just about any android
-suddenly realized he can't know enough if he doesn't have the android experience (tm)
-he now wishes to become an android
-but alas only xcell may be able to make that possible
-so now he keeps an eye and information on xcell as well
-oops one gap year turned into two and im still on my shit
-about to be asked to re-enter society and do something about college

MISCELLANEOUSEXTRAS-Character Voice: Miyano Mamoru
-Character Theme: Voiceless Scream
-Character Song: Tokyo Ghetto
-Has extreme fear of forgetting things.
-Has phobia of loud noise.
-Any animal that produces loud noise automatically intimidates him.
-Owns several old computers, but assuming computers in 2045 are packed with memory it serves him well enough for his desires.
-Keeps a journal.

INSURANCETemporary Injury: OK
Long-Lasting Injury: OK
Damage Beyond Repair (Death): OK

USERTIMEZONE: GMT +2
RP PREFERENCES: discord > google drive > notes; casual lit > semi lit > lit > script; violence - ok, s-spicy themes :flushed: - ok; ask about anything else i can't think of anything rn

Description

"u..uwah,,"
FULL NAME Pavlica Naoum
RESIDENT ID: 61OU73
AGE: 20
GENDER: Male
OCCUPATION: Unoccupied
HEIGHT: 175cm / 5'9

STAT INFORMATION[ ATK ] ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆
[ SPD ] ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆
[ INT ] ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆
[ END ] ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆
[ MEM*] ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆

*Memory

PERSONAL INFORMATIONPERSONALITY + Alert, Disciplined, Discreet, Driven, Retentive +
- Apprehensive, Inarticulate, Nosy, Obsessive, Withdrawn -

Naoum is the kind of a person that blends in with the background.

His presence is hardly noticeable, yet, once you do notice him, there is something to him that urges your eyes to keep scanning him -- he is, by a lot of means, quite creepy. The kind of creepy where he observes people intently in silence with an unchangeable expression in the most subtle way possible. And, even if Naoum never really approaches anyone, whether it be human or android, there is something about such behaviour of his that rubs just about anyone the wrong way. Is he plotting something? No, he is simply curious -- or well, nosy would be the more precise term to describe him; nosy to the point of obsession indeed. Everything he sees, everything he hears, he stores it all carefully in his head, his notes, his computer- he merely has the urge to hoard information no matter how irrelevant it may seem to him, only so he wouldn't forget; though he isn't sure himself why.

***

Put into a spot where he actually has to socialize however, it becomes clear Naoum is, frankly, the saddest type of a creep. He can't articulate even the small amount of thoughts he actually wants to word no matter how hard he tries, whether it be simply because of how anxious and fidgety he becomes, or because of the inability to find the correct words. Put aside that barrier, he isn't actually that unpleasant in conversation. He comes off as surprisingly well disciplined and does not directly pry or (consciously) put people in uncomfortable situations. And, somehow, despite seeming to lack sufficient human or android contact, he is easy to notice subtle changes in the tone of someone's voice or body language, and knows when to take a step back and walk away from a situation.

Put into shorter terms, Naoum is but a misunderstood individual who deals with his fears through obsessive behaviours, while, in reality, he has no actual ill intent and finds nosiness his way of feeling closer to people.

LIKES / DISLIKES+ androids -dogs
+ silence -hot weather
+ jigsaw puzzles -big crowds
+ fruity sents -classrooms

SYSTEM RUNDOWN- Born in Vivamus city to an unmarried young couple.
- Raised poorly by his irresponsible mother and busy father.
- Abandoned by his mother.
- Raised without enough communication.
- Enrolled school as an outcast with impaired ability to communicate with kids his age.
- Discovered social media.
- Obsessively uses social media.
- After finishing high school, didn't contiue education.
- Currently unemployed, not in education.
- Resides in the Shopping district with his father.
- Took a great interest in androids and XCELL.

HISTORY
A depressing picture is the softest way you could use to describe Naoum’s life right now. Someone who has given up on life as a human, someone who is tired of having to eat, drink, sleep -- basically, having to live. Shut between four walls of a small room lit by several screens, a guy of messy hair, tired eyes and bent back escapes humanity. He is too scared to communicate, fearing the opinions of others, fearing he’d be labeled a bother. Yet, hypocritically, he stares at those exact humans he avoids on his screens. Pictures and pictures of them; texts and texts of information related to them. Yes -- Naoum harbours an obsession.

Calling Naoum a stalker wouldn’t entirely be true. He would merely consider himself a silent observer. Someone who relies solely on social media to obtain information. However, no normal consumer of such would go to an extent Naoum goes to store every picture, text post, profile change and the like. This, Naoum would not call stalking -- it is but information hoarding. Information on locations you’ve been, simply based off the photos you took, information on your family, friends, who you were with, your past posts you never wanted anyone to see, an archive of your old accounts -- those will never be forgotten by Naoum.

***

Naoum lives with his dad, yet the two barely talk. His dad works at a small repair shop for home appliances in the shopping district of Vivamus City. Naoum is unemployed and spends entire days at home. When both the men are at home, they rarely communicate. As long as the dishes are washed and the laundry is done, Naoum’s dad will set no complaints and leave Naoum to his own peace. Naoum won’t talk to his dad either. He’s scared to bother him. He’s scared to bother everyone.

It all started on September 1st, Vivamus city.

Naoum’s mother was young. She lived life irresponsibly and winged things as she went. If she felt like doing something, she’d do it carelessly, and the moment she got bored of it, she’d drop it and escape to another new interest of hers. The baby she bore received the same treatment and soon her boyfriend would too.

After merely a year, Naoum’s mother decided she was bored of taking care of a baby. Naoum would be fed in uneven intervals, his diaper would remain unchanged for hours, he’d cry non-stop with no one attending to him so long as only his mother was around. When his father was around, however, things didn’t work that way. Though he’d be taken care of, the child would listen to relentless arguing. The loud noise naturally upset the baby, and he’d cry loudly, as if asking someone to take him away. At times his mother would snap and yell at him for crying, but, alas, Naoum was a mere one year old and could not possibly understand what she could be telling him. Instead, fear is all he learned. It didn’t help that immediately after, his dad would proceed to argue with the woman for upsetting the child. And so the cycle went on, and Naoum would keep crying until he’d be too tired to go on. He didn’t receive enough attention, he was treated like a mere toy, and his mother was a restless child who got bored with the toy and tossed it into Naoum’s father’s arms.

It wasn’t too long before she disappeared from their life. Found another boyfriend, and never spoke to her ex again. Naoum’s dad felt too tired to fight a battle he may not win -- filing a lawsuit was out of his budget and risky. Instead, he, though not happy, decided to take care of Naoum on his own. Naoum’s mother did blame him for the existence of the baby in the first place.

This was all of course forgotten by Naoum. He doesn’t recall his mother’s face nor does he have any photos of her or of anything that happened while he was a child. All of it was not even memories -- it was nothing. It created uneasiness within him.

Naoum’s dad needed to raise a child on his own now. Considering he was a working man, he had some friends look over Naoum while he wasn’t home, and, while he was, he’d soon get too tired and let Naoum play on his own. At other times he’d take Naoum to his shop where he’d be told to stay quiet and not bother him or the customers. Naoum’s young mind absorbed that feeling like a sponge -- just the feeling, not any faces, not any scenes. Nearly everything disappeared from his memory.

When Naoum started school it was apparent he could not communicate like other kids his age could. He had trouble speaking and expressing himself. As such, the teachers were afraid he would get picked on by the other kids. While he was not picked on though, he quickly became an outcast of his class who children would find hard talking to or getting along with. His teacher tried to pitch in, but as long as the situation with his dad stayed the same, Naoum as well would not change. And he never did.

Years went by and he remained alone. He couldn’t make a single friend. Social contact rendered him nervous. Unaware, he was afraid he’d bother the others. Every look made him feel judged, every bit of attention he got made his palms sweaty, even if he was approached with the best intentions.

More years and nothing changed. Naoum started high school with the same crowd and he could still not bring himself to even attempt to make friends. But despite everything, it was only so long that he could go without seeking some human contact, or, rather, the feeling that he was receiving some. So he turned to social media to fill this emptiness in his chest.

He wasn’t any louder on the internet. He remained a quiet observer of those around him. However he was not satisfied by simply observing online accounts like the others did. He followed people, stared at their profiles for hours, obsessively refreshing to see if anything new would pop up, if anything would change, and once nothing was happening for the duration of those hours, he’d start scrolling their entire accounts -- every single post he could find he read, studied, saved to his computer. He could not allow himself to forget anything. Anything. His computer would become filled with pictures, videos, text files noting every single post from people he followed, every single change made to their profiles, every location from the photos that he recognized. And soon when that wasn’t enough, he’d study photos and search the internet fanatically in order to pin the location where it was taken. He felt closer to his classmates. He felt like he knew everything about them. Everywhere they went, everything they ate, every connection they had. It made him feel like he had friends. An illusion that put his mind at ease. And eventually, he started to remember everything. No one ever found out.

High school ended.

Communicating with people was still as stressful. Meeting them especially. The thought of college didn’t sit well with Naoum. He’d shiver just at the thought of a giant crowd of new people, all with expectations of him, all with those eyes of pity which would turn away the moment he’d make eye contact. He could not tell his father. Instead, he quietly asked for a gap year, and after a short discussion his dad agreed to allow him to take one, thinking Naoum might find something that interests him in the meanwhile. He had no clue about Naoum’s obsession. Naoum intended to use this year to collect information to his own leisure. He would stop leaving the house as a whole. At that time, however, androids appeared in Vivamus City. Naoum’s interests took a turn.

Androids. What a fascinating concept. An object resembling a human with no function of judging you and no concept of being bothered by you. You own them, they’re yours; they were made for you, they serve you, talk to you, live for you. Naoum wanted one desperately. Like a child who saw a new toy.

He could never ask anything of his dad. They weren’t well off enough to afford an android easily and asking for such a thing would be a bother, definitely. Instead, Naoum’s computer now became filled with information about androids. Everything he could find on them -- their functions, types of models, pictures, blueprints, articles -- everything was secure on his computer. His obsession would only grow and grow; it all felt like an amazing story to him, a legend out of his reach. He desperately wanted to see one and study it himself.

One day Naoum was forced out of the house by his concerned dad. Though nervous to be around humans again, all of Naoum’s insecurities halted the moment he spotted an android. A real, live android. He couldn’t contain his fascination, his legs carried him without his consent. He ended up following the android he spotted for hours, studying everything he could about it for that short duration. Next time he went out there were even more androids on the street, so he found it easy to study another one, just like before. And so as time went on, he would keep collecting information on how androids acted, how their functions worked, how they expressed emotions and spoke. Yet, somehow, everything still felt too distant to him. He could not fully understand what went through an android’s mind. So it occurred to him -- in order to have full knowledge of how they felt, it would be best if he could become one himself. The thought of getting rid of you physiological needs, the feeling of security upon thinking his memories would be stored with him for as long as he wants them to be brought Naoum nothing but fascination. He could do nothing about this fantasy though, so instead, he turned to the company which created androids -- XCELL. They were bound to make something like that possible one day. So now, among other people he paid close attention to, XCELL became one of the main accounts Naoum would store information on. It would remain that way for two years. Losing track of time, his gap year became years.

However things have to change. Naoum, now 20 years old is about to re-enter society.

TL;DR
-irresponsible mother who, aside from arguing and yelling around the baby, abandoned naoum and his dad for another life
-naoum was raised poorly with lack of communication
-he found it hard to talk to kids in school and slowly became an outcast
-never managed to make friends due to the fear of being a bother
-started obsessively using social media in high school to simulate the feeling of being close to someone
-keeps pictures, all posts and profile edits of his classmates and other people he found interesting on the internet
-after high school decided he doesn't want to go to college so asked his dad if he's allowed to take a gap year; his dad agreed
-took a great interest in androids when they came out
-now keeps information on androids too and sometimes finds himself following just about any android
-suddenly realized he can't know enough if he doesn't have the android experience (tm)
-he now wishes to become an android
-but alas only xcell may be able to make that possible
-so now he keeps an eye and information on xcell as well
-oops one gap year turned into two and im still on my shit
-about to be asked to re-enter society and do something about college

MISCELLANEOUSEXTRAS-Character Voice: Miyano Mamoru
-Character Theme: Voiceless Scream
-Character Song: Tokyo Ghetto
-Has extreme fear of forgetting things.
-Has phobia of loud noise.
-Any animal that produces loud noise automatically intimidates him.
-Owns several old computers, but assuming computers in 2045 are packed with memory it serves him well enough for his desires.
-Keeps a journal.

INSURANCETemporary Injury: OK
Long-Lasting Injury: OK
Damage Beyond Repair (Death): OK

USERTIMEZONE: GMT +2
RP PREFERENCES: discord > google drive > notes; casual lit > semi lit > lit > script; violence - ok, s-spicy themes :flushed: - ok; ask about anything else i can't think of anything rn