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"Me too, but he's been at a loss ever since the House fell apart. It makes me worry he's planning something in secret." "Oh . . . that's not nice . . ." Sharpo tries to pretend it doesn't make him feel sad.

I can see where your coming from, but I still mostly disagree. He acts mischievous enough when he's with them, but those are just the parts I'm remembering best so who knows The specific examples I'm thinking of: I ship It, and I've met others on the shard who do to, so it's definitely controversial, I don't think one side is more popular than the other.

I agree! But I feel as though it's not completely an act because A: He really enjoys it. B: He acts in a similar way in the SP's, though maybe not to the same extreme. C : He still seems to have these personality traits in SA even when he's not at court or needing to be a jester (EX. when he's with shallan, or jasnah) The same could be said for other appearances of his, we can't be sure how much of it is an act.

"Well, at least he doesn't have anyone to target anymore . . ." Sharp'i mumbled. "What's a Murr derr err?" Sharpo asks with innocent curiosity.

"The ice cream is great!!" Sharpo exclaimed excitedly. "Oh it's . . . things have calmed down, I guess you could say. My father's still furious about what happened though."

Welcome to the Shard! Do you have a favorite kind of bagel?

I know I'm in this thread to much I'm sorry I've heard this opinion in the past, and I can't help speculate a reason for it, because I'll admit, my own opinion is almost completely the opposite. Bear with me for a minute. My first ever experience with with Hoid was his Wit character in SA, and I really enjoyed him. I thought he was super funny, and the wisdom was really cool. I love the narration of the SP's, and I think it's what makes them some of my favorite Brandon Sanderson books ever. I've often heard it needs refining, but I've never felt that way. Part of me wonders if the difference in opinion here is due to the fact that Hoids character has changed, as new books come out. Or, perhaps not changed, but as we see more up-close-and-personal involvement from him in stories, we see new facets of his personality that some like more than others. You stated that you liked Hoid in Warbreaker, and his more wise/ sober parts in other works. I don't know if this is your first experience with him, but it is your opinion on the parts of Hoid you prefer. In Warbreaker, he remains very sage and serious, giving wisdom and playing the part of a well-rounded old man. In SA and the SP's, Hoid is not solely this way and we see him in a different light. He's loud, offensive and snarky, making jibes at others and acting (for want of a better way of putting it) less mature. In Warbreaker, and other works where he is more wise, or appears only briefly, we don't see this side of his character at all. I can't help but wonder that as the Cosmere books shift towards Hoid being a fore-front character and less of an easter-egg, we've gotten to see a deeper side of his personality that some didn't expect and/ or dislike. Like I said, I started my reading with SA, where we get to see much more of him, so I like that side of him more. I'll admit that while I loved seeing Hoid appear in Warbreaker, that's probably one of my least favorite of his appearances because I find it pretty boring/ not in line with the 'Wit' I had grown to know and love. I guess what I'm trying to get at with all this rambling is that Hoid's character is changing/developing OR we're getting to see more facets of his personality in later works that he hid before. From what you've said, and other peoples opinions that I've heard in the past, I think that some people prefer the more sober side of him, and others prefer Wit. Just something I've noticed, I guess.

"Got it, I'll go prepare."

"See? You can spare some soul-eating juice for my self defense! What is a poor fragile little girl like me supposed to do if I get kidnapped."

"No . . . they ran off after they gave me the address, I think they were investigating some obligators? At least, they were eavesdropping on some of them before they noticed me."

"Well . . ." He glances at Sharpo, and then at the uneaten ice cream in his hand. "You can't tell anyone we're out here okay?" Sharpo butted in, "It's a special secret."

"Um . . . I live here . . ." Sharpo watches eagerly.

"My names Sharpo and this is Sharp'i! Let's be friends!" Sharp'i turns even paler than usual and is now seriously considering running for it.

Sharpo walked down the street, taking extra care to hold tight onto Sharp’i’s hand. He didn’t want his best friend in the whole world to get lost. Sharpo had just finished his ice cream they had got, and was now munching on the wafer cone happily. Sharp’i hadn’t touched his ice cream at, which made Sharpo briefly wonder why he ordered one in the first place. “Thank you for getting the ice cream!” He said when the cone was gone. “Sure . . .” Sharp’i stared off into the distance as they walked. He did that a lot, and Sharpo wondered if maybe there was something lingering on the horizon that only the thin young man could see. He snapped out of it a moment later, as he always did. Whatever it was that hovered just beyond sight could be ignored from time to time, he supposed. He turned down to look at Sharpo with those deep-cast eyes of his and gave him a very rare smile. Sharpo made sure to remember it, he had a little collection of them tucked away in his memory. No one else saw those smiles, he was sure of it, so they needed to be saved very carefully. “I’m very proud of you, you did such a good job with the dishes this morning.” His voice was quiet, and tired, but the smile made it seem a little better than usual. “Oh thanks!” Sharpo loved doing the dishes after breakfast every morning, they did it together and Sharp’i would tell him hushed stories of woods full of ghosts and old friends while they worked. “But I can’t take all the credit, you did most of the work! You need to be proud of yourself too, Shar'i!” His expression darkened at this, and he glanced around them. No distant figure this time, except perhaps the Peacekeeper lording over this section of the street like it was some grand kingdom. Sharpo didn’t like them . . . covered in that strange armor and so ready to stamp out ice cream shops. They left a sick feeling in his stomach, as if they were the flu in physical form. Sometimes he thought maybe the armor didn’t even have a person in it all. No, snakes were much more likely. “Please, we’ve talked about not mentioning that outside . . .” Sharp’i said leaning down to look Sharpo in the eye. “It’s a special secret, remember?” His voice was even softer than normal, probably so the snakes wouldn’t hear. “Oh yeah!” Sharpo felt a spike of excitement, it was their special secret. One of the many the two boys shared. Sharp’i wasn’t supposed to help--he had even gotten in trouble once for doing so. Not with the snakes but with Mr. Sir Sharp III, the head of the house. Sharpo vaguely remembered eavesdropping on some lecture about letting things be the way they were, trying to change things always ended in failure. Apparently. “I forgot . . .” “It’s alright, just try to be more careful.” Sharp’i continued moving, speeding up as he pulled the smaller boy past the Peacekeeper. They snuck by successfully, in their silent little race, and Sharpo let out a breath when they got to the safety of the next street over. No snake bites for today. “Shar’i, can we go to the park?” It was on the way home, a sunny spot nestled between the district houses. An oasis in the desert of flat white buildings, who boasted about how clean they could be. “Not today . . . I don’t want to spend too much time away from the house.” The snakes would catch on eventually. Sharpo was ‘capital’, though he didn’t really know what that meant. He got to live with Sharp’i and they had secret ice cream days, so whatever ‘capitol’ meant couldn’t be too bad. Maybe snakes thought ‘capital’ was tastier or something. Sharp'i stopped walking abruptly-- pulling Sharpo backwards as they were still holding hands. There was girl on the end of the street, Sharpo knew her. Not because he had seen her before, or knew her name, but because he had so often watched Sharp'i distantly stare into the horizon that when the ever elusive figure his dear friend searched for finally apeared, he knew it well. His grip on Sharpo's hand tightened, and it seemed he was making his mind on whether to run away or go up to her. "We should go say hi!" Sharpo said, deciding that Sharp'i needed a nudge in the right direction. So, pulling the taller young man behind him, Sharpo ran up to the girl. "Hello!"

Okay, thanks! I'm fine with having the same talent, especially since there's a large amount of tributes anyway. (Also I don't know if I can't think of anything else lol)

IMO, Hoid is one of the best fictional characters out there, and he plays into when of my favorite character tropes (which I've been hesitantly calling the 'omnipresent cryptid'). Not only that, but he plays very well into the specific genre of humor i find extremely funny, and his 'monolouges'/ wise words have always hit really deep for me. What is it you don't really like about him specifically? Agreed lol

Oh, whoops, do you want me to change it?

Yes

Maybe I'll try and photoshop one together when I have time later XD

I'm imagining this: But with "Jesus wants you for a sunbeam," at the bottom lol

Lol thank you, I love my Sharps too : D

I'm still eating popcorn, I guess.

Question: How long ago was cytoverse HG compared to the present day? (A few months? A few years?) I'm trying to figure out character ages Edit: Never mind, I read somewhere that it's 8 months, just ignore me

Okay, lets try this again. Name: Sharpo Age (between 8 and 18): 10 Gender: Male Talent: People constantly forget he exists. It allows him to be fairly unnoticed at times,the downside being the people, well, forget about him. (Is this okay?) Favored weapons (if any): Bow and arrow Backstory: Sharpo's name used to be Herman a few years ago. But when he started working as a servant for the McDonald (yes, that's the Sharp's last name, always has been) family, they renamed him Sharpo. He really isn't sure why. Sharpo enjoys working for them, they treat him well. Plus, if he can stay out of trouble with the Peacekeeper who watches over him, life isn't too bad. (Does this work?) Background on what happened to the Sharps in general: Other info: He's a cinnamon roll baby Art (of your character): I will make some! I'm just at school right now, so I can't do it yet.