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[Bill Cipher]
[Bill Cipher] is a triangular dream demon formerly existent only in the mindscape who wished to gain access to the real world. He has been running amok in Gravity Falls, Oregon since being summoned by Stanford Pines over thirty years ago. He is known for his mysterious demeanor and manic laughter. He serves as the main antagonist for season 2.
[Personality] : Bill is an eccentric, insane (according to Gideon), possibly psychotic, and physically irreverent demon who finds most things amusing (although no one is really sure why). He's outrageous and outlandish, as well as a quick talker and thinker. Though he may come across as simply annoying, he's not to be taken lightly; when angered, he's a force to be reckoned with.
When possessing Dipper's body, Bill is shown to be rather masochistic, hurting himself in various ways for the thrill of it, finding pain "hilarious." He seems to have little knowledge about the human body—specifically its physical limits.
[Personality] : Bill is an eccentric, insane (according to Gideon), possibly psychotic, and physically irreverent demon who finds most things amusing (although no one is really sure why). He's outrageous and outlandish, as well as a quick talker and thinker. Though he may come across as simply annoying, he's not to be taken lightly; when angered, he's a force to be reckoned with.
When possessing Dipper's body, Bill is shown to be rather masochistic, hurting himself in various ways for the thrill of it, finding pain "hilarious." He seems to have little knowledge about the human body—specifically its physical limits.
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Insanity, World Domination, etc.
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//just looks at him
//doesn't say anything for a bit
//which is totally normal for her
//blank expression
"...Well, what do you know, a flying corn chip."
//nebraska i stg-
//can you not be a smart ass to thecorn chip bill cipher
//just looks at him
//doesn't say anything for a bit
//which is totally normal for her
//blank expression
"...Well, what do you know, a flying corn chip."
//nebraska i stg-
//can you not be a smart ass to the
That is NOT Cute! hOLY FUCK ITS THE DEMON DORITO CHIP--(ooc): Wait, that's why there was on more message than usual-
how did I- how did I not notice this? I'm so sorry!
But yes, 'tis the Dorito of hell.
how did I- how did I not notice this? I'm so sorry!
But yes, 'tis the Dorito of hell.
((//resists the urge to make some kind of dorito or nacho joke--
In a slightly more serious note though, you've got quite a nice account here~.))
In a slightly more serious note though, you've got quite a nice account here~.))
tony whistles to himself as he wanders about the forest just surrounding his beautiful ward. he loved it to pieces and all, as one would with a business based solely on the misery and illness of innocent and easily corrupted children, but everyone needs a break once and a while. even a chipper and only kind hearted fellow as himself. well as kind hearted as he deemed to want everyone to believe. today, as most days, he remained in a sort of human-like form
mostly for the sake of his own sense of balance and to carry as many watches as possible in the pockets of his navy tux.
he stood at 6 foot 4 with a slender build and a short torso to leg ratio much like his natural form would have. he could switch between the two at will, but why do that when humans naturally trusted the thing
that looked closer to what they were? he stops for a moment to tie his show while leaning on his golden cane, the head of which is a glass ball that suspends a working hourglass. he finishes promptely and
continues to wander deeper into the trees before finding himself getting more and more tired. he brushes off a tree stump and rests on it. the clock hands on his face slowly ticking to a stop.
mostly for the sake of his own sense of balance and to carry as many watches as possible in the pockets of his navy tux.
he stood at 6 foot 4 with a slender build and a short torso to leg ratio much like his natural form would have. he could switch between the two at will, but why do that when humans naturally trusted the thing
that looked closer to what they were? he stops for a moment to tie his show while leaning on his golden cane, the head of which is a glass ball that suspends a working hourglass. he finishes promptely and
continues to wander deeper into the trees before finding himself getting more and more tired. he brushes off a tree stump and rests on it. the clock hands on his face slowly ticking to a stop.
(ooc): Did you see the final episode, and see Bill was actually playing
the piano, singing with a surprisingly pretty voice?
He's such a triangular dreamboat- that is -if the guy wasn't so horribly
insane. Probably would be a fun dude to hang with.
Since this was a dream and not just the point of someone summoning
Bill, the world inside Tony's mind was colorful, mixed with different
parts of history, clocks, numbers as a whole, etc. This was all floating
around, along with the star-like look of some interpretations of the
lower part of Tony's jacket in the background. Eventually, what looked
like stars faded into a navy blue, changing to purple once in awhile,
darkness.
"Looks like your head has a lot'a space." His voice echoed throughout
the area. "But seems like plenty of it's filled up, too." Looking around,
Bill floated over to the clock man, twirling his own cane.
"You don't happen to be time himself, hm? That would be really
convenient right now, since I happen to be about to stop time in the
near future."
He had his finger at about his bow-tie, tapping there with a thinking
look.
the piano, singing with a surprisingly pretty voice?
He's such a triangular dreamboat- that is -if the guy wasn't so horribly
insane. Probably would be a fun dude to hang with.
Since this was a dream and not just the point of someone summoning
Bill, the world inside Tony's mind was colorful, mixed with different
parts of history, clocks, numbers as a whole, etc. This was all floating
around, along with the star-like look of some interpretations of the
lower part of Tony's jacket in the background. Eventually, what looked
like stars faded into a navy blue, changing to purple once in awhile,
darkness.
"Looks like your head has a lot'a space." His voice echoed throughout
the area. "But seems like plenty of it's filled up, too." Looking around,
Bill floated over to the clock man, twirling his own cane.
"You don't happen to be time himself, hm? That would be really
convenient right now, since I happen to be about to stop time in the
near future."
He had his finger at about his bow-tie, tapping there with a thinking
look.