We are the Borg. We will assimila-- err.
That is to say, hey guys. Good to meet you all. I'm Cherie, and I am absolutely available for plotting and so on via email or AIM. Do let me know if you want to drop me a line, however, as I think my AIM is not set to receive IMs from non-buddies. Sarah's been talking about this lovely game she's a part of for the past couple of days. I'm (not really) afraid that she rather caught and held our (mine and Gina's) interest, and you'll now be subjected to all manner of unseemly behavior on the part of the Terror Twins.
I play Deimos, who is a bit more of a handful than his counterpart. Phobos is definitely what you'd consider to be the "good" twin, but don't let that fool you into thinking that he's the lesser of two evils. He's not. Deimos, however, is inclined to take dad's approach to things and punch whatever it is in the face. Repeatedly.
He delights on picking on his siblings, particularly Eros whose fluffy wings are just are kind of asking for it. Generally, though, it's done out of a warped sense of love and familial duty. Don't let him catch anyone
else picking on them, though. Yeah, hypocrite much?
Mom's a lovely, lovely horror (you can't pretend that waxing and so on aren't horrifying, mom, don't even start) who he really doesn't know quite how to handle, and dad's just... well, dad. Dad's the boss. Any other familiar relationships (and even those, no doubt) will have to be worked out in time.
When he's not breaking things, be they toys or cars, he's working in dad's shop or indulging in the kind of shameless hedonism that you make expect of an Ares/Aphrodite spawn. He's fairly neutral in regards to current events, except that he'll nearly always side with dad, and wars are awfully fun to partake in. Uncle D, just wait, they're going to take the dog for a walk through your casino yet.