Dr. Norman Reiner

The Whimsical Dr. Norman! The Hollow Body!

Male. Lives in Manehatten, Manehattan, Equestria. Born on October 31, 1990

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Rat boy here!

Dr. Reiner is cute and fluffy but understand his normal storyline focuses on horror and body horror. It has themes of violence and sadness.

That said, I do rps almost daily on the front page that are meant for most peeps or is a lot less disturbing.

I also reply slow. Sorry. I have ADD and get easily distracted when not higher than a kite.

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Dr. Norman Reiner

October 11, 2025 9:12 pm RP

Norman would be walking home from work. It was a productive day. Seeing their smiles and happiness would bring butterflies to his chest. He wouldn't dare admit his guilty pleasure to others so easily.... View MoreNorman would be walking home from work. It was a productive day. Seeing their smiles and happiness would bring butterflies to his chest. He wouldn't dare admit his guilty pleasure to others so easily. He would be passing by a bar he frequented and stared at it. Hmmm, nah... Gonna drink at home today. "Girls, please! I must go, please take care." A hooded figure would come out of the door behind Norman. Norm wasn't paying attention to the stranger behind him; rather, he was thinking about food. "Damn, I wonder if Mama Yellowstone is here." Norm would wipe the drool from his lips. "Nah, she ain't home." The stranger said, their tail wagging through a hole in his khaki pants. Norm would huff and shake his head, "Thanks." He shook his head as if he wasn't actually expecting an answer. Now he has some creep following behind him. This happens a lot to be honest. It comes with the title. Damn, they look cut. He looked like he could hurt someone, shit. Norman had stopped and taken a deep breath, and so did the stranger. This was pissing Norman off as if he was being mocked. "What?! Uhh..." Norman would step back as the taller fella would have his chest in his face. The stranger would look down at Norman with big wide eyes. The darkness in his eyes had nearly taken over the whites in them. It was as if the stranger had a perpetual pleading puppy face. "What's the big idea?! Getting in my way like that." You could hear this argument from a distance. The bigger dog would be getting a tongue lashing. "And watch where you're going, young man!" Norman pointed up at the dog. He has an ugly ass scar from his forehead to his neck. This scar was nearly pulsating in pain, warm to the touch. The man would simply smile widely and chuckle slowly. "I found you... Norman." The man could hardly contain himself, it was rather unsettling. However, the man would have zoned out while staring at a neon sign. Norman didn't know what to do... Was this a cry for help? "I uh... Did you need me?" The man would look back at Norman and smile, his golden fur slowly moving in the windy night. His hood is holding on just barely. "Yep. I need you." The man smiled awkwardly again. "Oh, gods..." Norman would shudder and said, "O-Okay. I suppose I can do one more inspection. Where is your pain?" The man pointed to his face as Norman knew that was coming. "On my cheeks and jaw." Norman would reach out to gently caress the strangers face. "Does it hurt when I do this?" He asked. "No, but... It feels nice, haha...!" The stranger chuckle and blush, slightly embarrassed of the situation. "Nothing to be weirded out... I..." Norman quickly stopped and his paws would start to shake. He would give a look of pure shock and horror. "N-No... You can't be real!" Norman would grab his bag and run away as fast as possible. "Normy! Please! I just..." The man paused and put his gaze to the floor, ashamed. He knew that was stupid, stupid, stupid idiot! You're suppose to be good at talking... So why can't you do it? The diamond dogs pointed ears would lie flat in his hood as he would nearly run into you. The man stopped last second and said, "Oh, I'm sorry. Did I hurt you? I seem to do that a lot..." He gripped his arm and frowned. #rp

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