headaches and frustration [Adrien Malinski]

[Adrien Malinski]

N A M E '

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A G E '

Thirty-Seven

G E N D E R '

Male

S H I F T I N G '

Adrien shifts into one of the twelve most deadliest snakes known in the world. And the breed he shifts into is the Rinkhal.

P E R S O N A '

Adrien is serious, yet playful. Quiet and silent are how he handles situations. He might manage to voice his opinion, but he does it rarely. He is very friendly and always wishes that someone would listen to him when he had a word or two of advice, ideas, or opinions that he wishes to voice out to the world.

S K I N . D E E P '

Adrien;
- Adrien is a brilliant man who doesn't really enjoy going outside too much. He has a average build, is of average height, a couple inches taller then the average, and has a set of copper/brown eyes. His hair is usually at about chin length and usually messy.

Rinkhal;
- A deadly snake native to Africa, this snake has the ability to spit it's venom and to play dead as a way of defense. It's body is usually only four feet long and quite small, but due to Adrien's height, he actually is about the length of a car and the thickness of a flag pole! The body is black with splotches of white and sometimes rings that wrap about its body.

A . S M A L L . T A S T E '

Frustration, anger, stress. One of these, yet none of these. But they were combined and compressed inside of a body that wasn't able to keep it stable. But nonetheless, he did it, he shoved himself away from his computer screen, frustrated with the results. As he leaned back in his chair, brows furrowed, he went through the process in his mind over and over again, a tape on repeat, a song never ending. When he thought for sure that he got it right this time, he leaned forward and started fresh. Fingers flew over the keyboard as he inserted formulas and data, hoping to get the right combination this time. As the box that appeared started to calculate the formulas inserted, he leaned back in his chair, hands behind his head as he waited impatiently for the computer to either accept or deny the information he had just inserted. It appeared that the text worked, but to his disappointment, it quickly alerted him with the familiar sound of failure. With a slap of his hands on the desk surface, he pushed himself away and stormed to the other side of the room, his hands on his head as he paced. Why couldn't he get this right? How hard was it to make the computer understand what he wanted? If only the damned electronics knew the human speech and could translate it into text and code, then maybe it would work. With a frustrated snarl he moved towards the small coffee table that held a half empty glass of strong liquor and he took a swift drink before pounding the now empty glass on the table. Damn it. Just... Damn it. He said in a sigh as he rubbed his temples with his fore and thumb fingers as he slumped onto the couch, reaching for the bottle instead of the glass. He took another heavy drink and glanced at the computer. What a useless piece of crap. He thought to himself.