Name: Asgore Dreemurr | Champion of Monsters Age: 1,642 | Species: Monster | Occupation: King of All Monsters Likes: Gardening, tea, butterscotch-cinnamon pie Dislikes: War, violence, being alone, himself Traits: Gentle, kind, sorrowful Trivia: Asgore personally named all the regions of the Underground.
i. arrival
[All of this is a little much for Asgore to process. He's heard rumors that humans may have traveled into space, but he hasn't so much as seen the stars for centuries.
So, for the most part right now, he's not processing it. It's always been his role to set those things aside and make sure everyone else is okay; even if the others here are strangers, he'll do the same now. He's walking around the station, shoulders hunched a little as if that can make him less intimidating despite being over eight feet tall, without the enormous horns.]
Howdy. Are you alright? You are not hurt?
[Later on, you might also see him fiddling with his PIP a little. He's not quite trying to pull it off, but when your whole arm is covered in fur...it's really not comfortable.]
ii. downtime
[Asgore's out and about a lot during the weeks; he seems pretty social by nature. He can be found in the back of the diner, making pie after pie. They all seem to be fairly similar to each other - they look like pumpkin or something like that? He seems curious about the cat cafe, lightly patting the roombas as they trundle around, and spends some time in the holodeck visibly having no idea what a holodeck is or how it operates.
As the weeks wear on, though, he seems to become more and more withdrawn. Some Sundays, he doesn't even come out of his room.]
iii. afterparty
[So, that trial sure happened. Asgore is in the kitchen, apparently stress-brewing tea. The trials always seem to stress him out - of course they stress everyone, but he always seems particularly anxious, unwilling to accuse anyone until seemingly the last possible moment.]
Would you like a cup of tea? I have...ah, several kinds.
ASGORE | Undertale | Round 1
Age: 1,642 | Species: Monster | Occupation: King of All Monsters
Likes: Gardening, tea, butterscotch-cinnamon pie
Dislikes: War, violence, being alone, himself
Traits: Gentle, kind, sorrowful
Trivia: Asgore personally named all the regions of the Underground.
i. arrival
[All of this is a little much for Asgore to process. He's heard rumors that humans may have traveled into space, but he hasn't so much as seen the stars for centuries.
So, for the most part right now, he's not processing it. It's always been his role to set those things aside and make sure everyone else is okay; even if the others here are strangers, he'll do the same now. He's walking around the station, shoulders hunched a little as if that can make him less intimidating despite being over eight feet tall, without the enormous horns.]
Howdy. Are you alright? You are not hurt?
[Later on, you might also see him fiddling with his PIP a little. He's not quite trying to pull it off, but when your whole arm is covered in fur...it's really not comfortable.]
ii. downtime
[Asgore's out and about a lot during the weeks; he seems pretty social by nature. He can be found in the back of the diner, making pie after pie. They all seem to be fairly similar to each other - they look like pumpkin or something like that? He seems curious about the cat cafe, lightly patting the roombas as they trundle around, and spends some time in the holodeck visibly having no idea what a holodeck is or how it operates.
As the weeks wear on, though, he seems to become more and more withdrawn. Some Sundays, he doesn't even come out of his room.]
iii. afterparty
[So, that trial sure happened. Asgore is in the kitchen, apparently stress-brewing tea. The trials always seem to stress him out - of course they stress everyone, but he always seems particularly anxious, unwilling to accuse anyone until seemingly the last possible moment.]
Would you like a cup of tea? I have...ah, several kinds.