About Us
There are descrips of the Main Four, if you will, up here. If you want to know about anyone else, just ask. There’s a little more over here.
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Hey there, we’re the Scorpii System. You can find us at anshinwrites.tumblr.com, even though (as the name implies) it mostly belongs to Ansh…people occasionally yell at random there, and it’s where we talk about plural stuff, so it counts. We also co-founded Multorum Animos with the Magneton System.
ANYWAY. We are a medium-ish system (though that depends entirely on your standards) of anywhere from 8 to three dozen people, depending on the day and who’s around. We’re a gateway, for the most part. What this means is that most of us don’t actually call Headspace ‘home’. We mostly have our own homes, and Headspace is more of a meeting place or a temporary hangout. Our headspace is a house (generally just called The House) that is fully furnished, fully developed, and fixed in construction—we can’t change anything about it without getting out the power tools. But it’s as functional as a house out here in meatspace. Most everyone has bedrooms here for when they stay.
The House is in a town called Dekker, and the town sits in the middle of a much bigger collective of realms, most of which can only be accessed if you know how. Gateways are formed like portals—invisible to the naked eye, but if you know where you’re going, you can get there. If you’ve seen Eureka, the portals to the Outer Realms (where I’m from) are sort of like the bridge illusion into Global Dynamics. Check this video from 0:27 to 0:57 for an illustration. For people in the system who have their own homes or realms or timelines to go to, they don’t usually use these portals. For the Harry Potter fans, it works a little like the Room of Requirement. When they open the outside doors of the house, they’ll find themselves entering not onto the streets of Dekker, but the streets of wherever they’re going. I’m not sure how the House knows any more than I know how the Room of Requirement knows, but it’s not magic I’ve questioned.
We have many walk-ins and fictives—for us, the definition is that walk-ins are people who pop in now and then but generally don’t stay for a long time, and fictives are people who come from identifiable media. Another system wrote a great journal entry on definitions for people who have walk-ins and fictives; ours don’t run exactly like that, but they’re good terms anyway. The idea of ‘decharacterisation’ is especially one we deal with, and that’s true for fictives and non-fictives alike—anybody who comes into this system, since it is a gateway, has to sort of get used to the idea that this world is at once parallel and entirely separate from their own, and they can simultaneously be here and there. Things that happen here both do and don’t affect their own worlds. There are complicated rules for it; if anyone wants to know more, ask! This is getting quite long as it is. XD
So that’s a run-down of how our system and headspace work. Now to introduce you to the people you’ll mostly run into around here.
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There’s me, Amara, and I’m the main fronter/body owner, more or less. I’ve a bit of a complicated existence myself—I’m something of a median system within a plural system. You’ll sometimes see me call myself Amara and sometimes Anshin. Anshin is the body’s online handle, but it’s a name I’ve had so long that I identify with it as much as my outworld names. Amara is my in-world name, and it’s one I’ve had for a very, very long time. I’m Elven. I’m in the interesting situation of being both the body-owner and a gateway traveler myself; I’ve lived a lot longer than the body has, and I’ve recently figured out (sort of) how I came to be in this body, though I’ve known since I was very young that I was Elven. I’ve probably been some form of plural most of my life, but I really started having a Headspace coalesce into existence, complete with actual, tangible headmates, when I was about 12. (The body’s 24 now, so half my life.) Over time, things came to settle as they are now, with my current batch (the original headmates I had were mostly walk-ins, and they’re all but gone). I learned more about my own identity, and by the time I was 17, I had a very solid sense of identity and self in-world as well as outworld. My outworld identity has changed much more than my in-world one has, which would tend to hint at which one is truer to who I am. You can call me Amara or Anshin, whichever you prefer. I answer equally to both. However, either way, gender neutral pronouns are preferred (ze/zir, please!). I’ll let everyone else introduce themselves, and then I’ll come back to give a short list of who else might pop in from time to time.
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YO. Name’s Dameon G. Han. I’m not gonna pull an Axel here and demand you get it memorized, but if you don’t spell it right, I’m probably gonna correct you. (That’s be being an asshole. I can’t spell either. Fuck yeah.) Things you need to know about me: one, I’m a worldslider. Now what that means can differ from person to person, but to me, it means my identity shifts depending on where I am. Some days, I’m a pirate, some days, I’m a werewolf, yknow, the list goes on. There’s the “default me”, which is who I am pretty much all the time, unless I’m sliding and the other stuff overlays it. It’s complicated. Ask me about it some time. (No seriously I don’t get it either.) Anyway I kinda live here and kinda live in Pennsylvania. “Default me”, okay. I’m a cyborg. Lemme tell you something off the bat—where I come from, that is not cool or edgy or whatever. It’s fucking anathema. I’m an ex-soldier of a war against a cyborg army, and yeah, it’s all shiny-badass-sci-fi, I know. Lemme finish. I was wounded in combat and cybernated against my will. Blah blah blah, long story short, I’ve got PTSD, a metal arm, a few other chips and gizmos planted in me, and a big fat FUCKING RETIRED stamp on my military record. (They tried to talk me into coming back. They offered me a promotion. I took my veteran’s benefits and laughed hysterically. No really.) What else…uh, let’s see, I’m 29, I’m AD/HD, bi, Hawai’ian, collared by a Sweet Transvestite, I work nights as a bartender and days as an English professor, and I’m generally a pretty cool dude. I curse like a motherfucker, so if you don’t like it, tell me, and I’ll tone it down. I like making friends. I give respect where respect is given. Don’t fuck with me, I won’t fuck with you. Namaste, motherfuckers.
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taylor lavoie. cut me some slack if I don’t talk much. aint the best with computers or typing. im cajun, come from the way down deep southern louisiana bayous. went yale to study art, and im still livin in connecticut. im intersex and genderfluid. pronouns don’t much matter to me. pretty used to masculine ones. im 31, a vampire of the mortal sort, tantric mostly, sometimes sanguine. im a precog, means i can see the future, but just mine, and it just happens. Kind of a touch empath too. spoken for by a gentlemen name of dylan ivanson, but being as im pan and poly, he dont mind too much if i got other people i sleep with. sorta open relationship. he got a list of people im “allowed” to sleep with. (usually don’t stop me.) ive been a victim of bullying and sexual assault, and im damn proud to call myself a survivor now. im pretty much up for talking if anybody needs to. cant think of a damn thing else to say about myself.
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Andrew McClane, at your service. I could go on for ages about myself, but I’ll try and keep it brief. I’m first-generation Scottish-American, born in 1922. As you might well guess, my age is a bit complicated. Technically I’m 90 years old, if you count straight on since my birth. But see, there were about eight years in there when I was, for all intents and purposes, dead, so really, I’m 82. And beyond that, my body is 35. Ay, well, I told you it was complicated. Lots of timeline fuckery and bringing people back, it seems—it’s a bit of a common occurrence around here, if I’m to believe what I’m told. I don’t mind it. I believe old age and treachery are best combined with youth and skill. Right, I was introducing myself. I’m a veteran of World War II by way of draft, and I’m an avowed and active pacifist. I’m gay, out and proud, and quite an activist about that as well. (I was something of an anomaly in my time, having been out my entire life, but I’ve never seen a need to hide any part of oneself.) Here’s where it gets complicated again—gay, yes, but married for over 50 years to an absolutely wonderful girl named Erin. We had three children together. John, our youngest, is Andy McClane’s father (if you know Andy of the Magneton System, yes, that means she’s my granddaughter, and yes, the Erin of that system is my wife). Our middle son is Peter, and our oldest was James; he was killed in Vietnam, at which point I became very active as an anti-war protester, as if my own grudges from having been wounded in combat in WWII weren’t enough. (I was shot twice in the leg. I’ve had a limp and a cane ever since, and I damn well promise I could still kick your arse. Old age and treachery, my friend.) I’m a bit protective of those I befriend, though I suppose it comes from years of speaking out for the voiceless. Old habits die hard and all. I’m also something of a mediator and an arbiter around here. I suppose I’ve talked enough for now. Pleased to meet you all. Feel free to ask questions of me, whatever you like.