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Young Writers Society


The Cricket





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Creator: creaturefeature
Roleplay: The Headquarters
Nickname:

Sit down. I'm Commander Furia, head of HQ. If you get this job, you'll take orders from me. Understood?

Your Response: Okay, sounds great. I don't work well by myself. It would be fun to make friends!

Hmm. Closer to the microphone. State your name for the record.

Your Name: Cricket. I got rid of my last name a long time ago. It just didn't fit my vibe and it didn't sound good with my name, so we just don't.

Okay. First mistake of this job. We don't use our actual names here. Give me an alias.

Your Alias: The Cricket

Really? That's the best you can come up with? No, no, we're moving forward. What makes you qualified for this job?

Your Abilities: I can turn into a cricket! Not when I want to though.
Strengths: I have a strong work ethic, I can open a jar, I can be open-minded sometimes, and I think I'm just really neat.
Weaknesses: I have a pretty severe peanut allergy. Oh, and I don't do well with a lot of strong emotions because they make me turn into a cricket. It's tough.

Hmm. Okay, so what are you planning on wearing to the battlefield? Nothing ridiculous. I'm not going to waste my resources on a flashy suit just for you to die on the first mission.

Your Appearance: I looked for hours to find the perfect sweater to wear today, but none of them really felt right. None of them went with my hair, but thank goodness I didn't bleach it blonde because my friend told me I would've looked like a surfer dude. I don't think surfer dudes wear sweaters. I'm too much of a hipster for that. I learned that word from some internet kid, so I might not even be a hipster anyway. I just like sweaters paired with dad hats and flannels, man. Nothing wrong with that at all.

We'll smooth out the details later. Good enough. Now to the nitty gritty. I need to know that you'll be compatible with the other members. I also need to know that you know yourself enough to reveal all aspects of your personality, even the not so good.

Your Personality: I'd say I'm pretty nice. I like to meet people and make friends, but I'm not super overbearing. I get a lot of people who tell me I am overbearing and annoying, but I don't think I am. I just like to talk. It's a big hobby of mine.
Strengths: I'm a very social person and I guess I'm loyal. I do well with kids and cats, but not so well with dogs. I control my emotions well because I have to.
Weaknesses: I'm not the worst at keeping secrets, but I do have issues with blurting stuff out. I'm also not good with negativity, even if it's not directed to me. It stresses me out.

We'll learn soon enough if what you said is the truth. Now. Tell me about your past. This is vital information, so try not to leave out details. Anything incriminating especially. I need to know if I have to do more paperwork to get you hired.

Your Age: I think I'm 24, but it changes with how I'm feeling.
Your Gender & Pronouns: I just exist. Pronouns? I like pronouns a lot. The they/them kind mostly, but I don't really care that much about them if you mean well.
Your History: I don't know much of my actual childhood, but what I do remember is pretty eventful. I lived with my mom and my grandparents somewhere, and I guess it was a normal upbringing. I don't know the specifics of it, but when I was really young, I ate a cricket and it left me pretty messed up afterwards. My mom always told me that you'll become a bug if you eat one, but I didn't know she was telling the truth.
Personal Secret: Well, I have a lot of secrets. I just don't tell anyone, but that's because they're secrets. I guess they'll stay personal. For now.
Personal Wish: I want to be famous and fall in love. I'm not quite sure why for the love part, but fame is always super cool. Complicated, but cool.

I really did not need to know your hopes and aspirations, but thank you for that knowledge. Before we leave, do you have any questions for us?

Other: No questions! Thank you for interviewing me!


She conquered her demons and wore her scars like wings.
— Atticus