#and female ocs that are the first to be in those roles face unique struggles that should impact ur character

[chick-from-nz]

Paper, Scissors, Rank (Ch: 1)

CHARACTER/PAIRING: Modern!Carrillo x Army!OC (eventually) 

WARNINGS: maybe some swearing, military slang, spelling and grammatical errors. Could be very OOC/AU for some. 

AUTHORS NOTE:  this is kind of just an establishing chapter to get the idea out there, Carrillo is barely in this chapter. Characters are younger than they should be for their ranks. Also so far there is no first names, that’ll come later

WORD COUNT: 1.6K

CHAPTER: 1 OF ?

TAG LIST: @girlpornparadise @1zashreena1 @xxidontwikeitxx @nicke0115

The sun was beginning to disappear behind the curve of the earth,  painting the sky with a unique mixture of orange and dark violet. The distant sound of rumbling thunder is like persistent background music for the evening , powerful and uncanny.  The impending storm instills a sense of relief within the thirty or so soon to be officers standing stock still in a neat formation.

The cadets have been standing at attention for what seems like an eternity, the warmth of the day slowly fading away into the brisk cold that is night. This day was the first of many long days to look forward to in the treacherous week ahead, a week full of drills, missions and courses set to make or break the cadets and be the decider on whether or not they will become the soldiers they so desperately wish to be.  

The cadets had been informed of an up and coming role in a new task force that would be the highlight of one lucky future second lieutenant's career. A foreign Colonel was set to choose the most fitting recruit for his force to fight an enemy unknown to these youngsters. Only a cadet who scored within the top three of the company would be eligible for this role or at least that's what the platoon imagined.

The tension within the platoon was high, higher still with this opportunity hanging over their heads. Each cadet was now fighting tooth and nail to be at the top of the pack. Among this group was a young female recruit with everything against her. It seemed like all the instructors had a vendetta against her because of her last name, yet she was sitting top of the pack. The female cadets gossiped about her and the male cadets paid her no notice, she was hoping whoever this Colonel was that he at least would see her worth for what it was and not because of the last name attached to it.

When the thunder cracked and the rain came pouring down only then did the morale of the group start to drop, holding a pack above your head for what felt like 3 hours, and probably was, was being to take its toll on certain cadets. Almost half the platoon had forfeited points by dropping their packs, another five cadets were beginning to sway from the weight and would no doubt drop their packs within the hour. The test of strength and endurance was a tough one at that. Do you drop your pack and lose some points but not be exhausted for whatever discipline was thrown at you next, or did you power through and hope that this was the last task of the night.  

As another hour or so passes there are all but 3 recruits standing out of the rain. Cadets Greyson, Calliope and Micheals were the remaining cadets out in the downpour with their packs hoisted above their heads. It was a power struggle now, Greyson and Micheals were but half a point apart for top cadet while Cadet Calliope was only a point behind them, these three were now not only competing for top cadet but for a chance to make it onto the Colonels “kill squad” as it had been nicknamed by the Cadets.

Calliope was the first to drop his pack, followed closely by Michaels. Cadet Greyson, like usual, was the last cadet standing, feeling incredibly proud of herself as she spun around to face her fellow cadets only to be greeted with distasteful looks and the occasional snarl on her opponents faces. At this point she thought she should be used to it, but each time it stung more and more. Was no one going to acknowledge the fact that she had proven herself yet again?

Greyson was given no time to dwell on her thoughts as the cadets were called to make formation and report to the Lieutenant in charge. Lieutenant O’Connor. The man was the only superior who Greyson felt appreciated by, he always took time to pull her aside and give her tips to improve on if she needed them, or congratulate her on her win. Since she dominated the event yet again Greyson was tasked with determining the route best fit to take to get back to their tents. With the help of Cadets Calliope and Michaels, whom she had chosen as her second and third in command respectively. The platoon made their way back to the campsite without a fuss.

Major Benn was perched on the hood of his jeep when the platoon reached camp. Ever one to be formal Cadet Greyson brought her squad to attention and popped off a salute to the aforementioned man. The major was quick to return the salute, a small smile gracing his lips.

“Cadet Greyson, congratulations on another win, dismiss your squad and everyone gather round the Jeep”

“Yes Sir!”

Greyson did as she was told, silently thanking the Major for the kind words, and gathered the squad around the jeep. She was hoping that they were going to be jagged in for the night, but just their luck the Major would have them up running parade drills for the next three hours.

“As you well know one of you will be chosen and given the opportunity of a lifetime, working alongside one of Colombia's most renowned Officers in the intelligence field. In two days he’ll be here to oversee the evolutions for the day and set challenges for you to complete. He will select who he thinks is right for his team, scores will not play a part in his decision. I suggest you all take this on board and do you best to impress. This opportunity will not come around again so I expect top performance from each and every one of you. You are dismissed”

At the order each cadet gave a salute and went off to their own tents, thankful for the opportunity for rest and each thinking of how they could impress the Officer and gain a place on his team.

As the night drew to a close and everyone was drifting off to sleep Cadet Greyson decided to wander away from the cadets campsite and unintentionally towards the instructors camp. It was only when the darkness gave way to the burning lights surrounding their camp did she slow her pace and hide in the shadows. She knew if she was caught here she’d be doing in a world of hell, but for some reason she just couldn't turn around and walk back to her tent.

She could hear voices coming from the camp, she could pinpoint all but one of them, and it sounded like they were deep in a very serious discussion. Greyson gathered  her courage and began to creep closer to the voices, remembering her training she kept low to the ground and used the shadows to her advantage. She came to an abrupt halt when she heard her name being passed around between the men. Why would they be talking about me? Please don’t be ruining my name she thought to herself. She took a few steps more and placed herself behind one of the tents. The fourth voice was louder now, accented and strong. The kind of voice that makes you want to run towards it and away from it at the same time. Greyson wondered if it was possible to be attracted to a voice, and promptly decided it was, that voice, whoever it belonged to, was the most attractive voice she’d ever heard.

Deciding she’d pushed her luck too far, the cadet soundlessly turned and made her way back to the path at the edge of the camp, but instead of continuing towards her camp like any sane cadet would she turned to see if she could catch a glimpse of whoever the authoritative voice belonged to. What she managed to see nearly made her fall over breathless. He was gorgeous, even from a distance. A strong chiseled jaw that gave way to wide shoulders and what seemed to be the strongest most defined arms she’d ever seen.  God if his arms look like that i can only imagine what he must look like under that uniform Greyson thought. He was standing in a stance that screamed power and experience, shoulders back, head tilted back in a way that made it look like he was looking down his nose at someone, except, he was staring right in her direction.

“Fuck!” Greyson whispered to herself, if he had spotted her she might have just compromised her points she earnt today and might have just dropped herself into the biggest punishment she’d ever receive. As to not draw attention to herself she slowly crept backwards further into the shadows, double checked that the coast was clear and bolted in the direction of the cadets camp. She reached the camp in record time, the fear of being caught fueling her the whole way back to the camp.

Greyson wasted no time kicking off her boots and climbing into her sleeping bag, if she’d been caught the platoon would get a rude awakening in a matter of minutes, if not she had maybe three hours to get as much sleep as she could. As the minutes ticked by and the night stayed silent it seemed as though she would get to sleep tonight, she could only hope that tomorrow would bring slightly better outcomes than the day before. As she drifted off she smiled to herself, the image of those wide shoulders and strong arms had her imagining some not so professional situations where she could use them to her advantage.

#horacio carrillo #horacio carrillo x oc #narcos fanfic #modern au #chapter 1 #paper scissors rank #horacio carrillo x reader

[minaminokyoko]

Captain Marvel: A Spoilertastic Review

Well, here we are. Our first female-led Marvel movie (unless you count Ant Man and the Wasp, which I kind of do because Scott was basically useless and Hope ran the whole movie like a boss, but too bad she ran the show on a dull, rushed movie). How does it measure up?

It's fine.

I'd coin Captain Marvel as good, not great. It's definitely a popcorn flick, in the same vein of Ant Man for sure in terms of where it fits in our giant pantheon of MCU movies. I'd rank it dead center, so slightly underneath Cap 1 and Thor 2, but above Doctor Strange. I think Ant Man is a good comparison for the tone and the enjoyment of this movie, although it does do more to characterize the main lead than Ant Man did for Scott Lang. To be fair, though, somehow they end up in the same spot for my personal rankings.

So let's dive in and see why.

Overall Grade: B-

Pros:

-Plenty of action. No shortage on that whatsoever.

-Lots of off-world adventures, for those fans who sometimes are annoyed that too many MCU movies are earth-based. We don't hit earth until about the halfway point and there are still some shenanigans then.

-The dynamic between Carol and Fury is a lot of fun. Larson and Jackson work off each other's energy very well and the banter feels fun and familiar without ever veering into any weird territory. Fury is just as effective as ever at her side, and it's before he becomes full on grumpy Dad Fury, so he's a lot less cold and it's fun to see.

-It was also delightful getting to see Coulson one more time, although it's a cameo, not a whole role as some of the trailers sort of imply.

-The female relationships are probably the strongest in the Marvel lineup, aside from Black Panther. Particularly Carol, her best friend Maria, and Maria's daughter. We don't see a ton of it, but it's just enough to put a huge grin on your face. It's very warm and endearing. I also like that Maria was not only a supportive best friend struggling to get over her loss, but she got to join the action as well, and it was badass. I really am happy with Marvel pushing forward to give black women more representation in the superhero genre. Too many folks think black women in film are only sassy best friends or baby mamas or Tyler Perry stereotypes. We love sci-fi/fantasy just as much as everyone else, and so I loved seeing two beautiful black actresses shining next to Brie Larson and Samuel L. Jackson. It lends the film a lot of heart.

-Brie Larson is relatively decent in the role. She has some moments better than others, but overall, she did a good job. It never felt like she couldn't handle the work of beating some ass, and she sold me far more than Gal Gadot did as Wonder Woman. Which, yes, I know, it's unfair and kind of tasteless to compare them, but I have to note it since I didn't care for the WW movie that this is what I was talking about with film presence. Gal Gadot, to me, looks like a supermodel wearing a Wonder Woman costume. To me, she never embodied the poise, agility, and strength that Diana has in the comics or in the animated series. I believed Gadot more during the softer parts of the WW movie, but she couldn't pull off the action because she just doesn't have the presence. Larson does, imo. She carries herself in a manner that makes me feel like she can kick your ass. She has a stance and a stature that allows me to feel her strength, and it's in line with other Marvel women like Widow, Okoye, or Scarlet Witch.

-My favorite part of the movie is hands down the "I'm Just a Girl" by No Doubt scene. Oh my God. I was internally squeeing and singing along with the lyrics while she kicked ass. I was so delighted to see them perfectly use that song that I already liked in high school anyway, and it just worked so well.

-I also liked the montages of Carol getting back up. That is a really, really important image for the girls growing up to see. It's not about how many times you fall. It's about how many times you still get back up. That's great. We fall and get dirty and scuffed and mocked and hated. But we still get up and try again every time. Love it. It's very empowering.

-The de-aging looked pretty good. Jackson is tougher since he's gained weight since the size he was back in the 90's but they filled in his wrinkles well enough. Coulson's looked better, although I did notice just it a tad bit during the stairwell scene, but overall, I thought it was well done.

-Gosh, her costume looks amazing. I want it. I want to wear it for Halloween. It's gorgeous.

-The sequence of the Skrulls acquiring her memories was very neat and uniquely done. Kudos.

-THE MOTHERFUCKING FIRST END CREDITS SCENE. Y'ALL. I SCREAMED. I SCREAMED AND CLAPPED MY HANDS SO HARD I HURT THEM. OH MY GOD. SHE'S ON EARTH. THE QUEEN IS ON EARTH AND WE SHALL ALL BE SAVED. SHE IS GOING TO TURN FUCKING THANOS INTO FUCKING PURPLE CLAM CHOWDER WITH HER BARE HANDS FOR KILLING FURY AWWWWWW YEEEEEEEEEEAH BOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII. Ahem. Sorry. I am really goddamn excited about that tiny piece of Avengers: Endgame because Marvel and the Russos have been so fucking stingy with details. We still don't know the plot. We only have that 30-second Superbowl spot and the Sad Stark trailer. I was livid they didn't give us a final trailer in front of this movie, but I guess with it a month and change away, they're just banking on us frothing at the mouth wanting more. Jerks. But anyway, yes, this fucking scene is mint and I wish I could rewind it.

-Nick naming the Avenger Initiative after her was a great cherry on top moment.

-I fucking lost it when Nick started singing “Mr. Postman.” Deadass, I just started listening to that song about a month ago thanks to that one famous Vine where those dudes sung it acapella. I was dying. You go, Nick. 

Cons:

-This movie overall has a bit of a bland taste to it. It's most revolving around Carol. The problem is that I think they were too chicken to dive deeply into who she is and her personality and her desires because they were afraid the feminists would complain that they made her too soft, so they replaced it all with action. Which is fine, some people just want a girl kicking ass, but I think it did Carol and Larson a disservice by rushing everything and doing drive-by characterization. The dialogue doesn't stick as well due to the bland flavoring, for example. If you ask me who Carol Danvers is, I can't really tell you. I can tell you what she does, but not who she is. I regret that probably the most out of everything. This movie is a bit of a vehicle than a movie where we discover who she is. We discover what she is, but not who she is. She's kind of just every tough, stubborn, smartass female lead you could see in maybe an Avengers OC fic on AO3. She really needed more distinct quirks and likes and dislikes, and I really fault them for cutting out her life on the Kree planet. It would have shown us so much more about her if we knew what her Kree life was like juxtaposed against her original human life, and it could up the stakes and help them sink it, and give more immediacy and concern to the dangers she faced.

-The villains were telegraphed. Again, people ding Marvel for this all the time. It's because they seem to struggle with balance. Often, the villains are thin to cut down the running time by not developing them at all. It's a shame. I've always found Jude Law very entertaining and I think they should have given him something to work with other than Obvious Bad Guy Pretending To Be Good. It was so transparent, much like the bitchy sister villain from Incredibles II. He might as well have been twirling a mustache. I mean, any dude who tells you your emotions are bad is probably not on the up-and-up. And it would have been better to see him and Carol square off at the end in an emotional battle than for it to just be a cheap shot and a joke. But I digress.

-While there was a lot of action, aside from the "Just a Girl" sequence, I will forget it all by morning. I think they wanted the movie to have mass appeal, so a lot of it comes across as generic. The stuff that stands out more are bits like finally seeing what alien Goose actually was or some of Fury's quips and the bits with Maria's daughter and Carol. The action itself is serviceable, but I'd have liked it to have more flavor if possible.

-Not outlining the limit to Carol's powers. This is going to be tough lining up with Endgame because she's so god-like we're gonna wonder if she just bitchslaps Thanos and that's the end. She feels overpowered without the chip limiting her, so I would have liked them to give us some kind of idea as to how she won't just wipe the floor with him in retribution in Endgame.

-Nitpick: Nick losing his eye to Goose annoyed me. People called it. I didn't want them to be right, but ugh, they were. It was a bit too silly for me.

-Nitpick: They really didn't need to waste our time with the second end credits being Goose puking up the Tesseract. We knew he did. You didn't have to show it, dummies.

-Nitpick: Was hoping for some 90's era cameos from at least one other Avenger, but no such luck. Damn. What a letdown.

I had fun, and I am eager to see her fit into the rest of the MCU. And I am also selfishly even more interested in Kamala Khan someday popping in as the new generation of heroes. Please, God, give me Kamala Khan. I want her and my son Peter Parker to team up and be the cutest superhero dorks ever. But until then...God help us all. Endgame is coming.

Enjoy the sunlight coming off of Ms. Danvers.

Because it's finna get dark up in here, my children.

See you in Endgame.

Kyo out.

#captain marvel #captain marvel (2019) #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #movie review #film review #carol danvers

[justoneday-namjoonii]

Color me moonlight. I

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› Summary: Some flowers are not to be plucked, for their thorns are far too sharp for any hand to graze, yet, she was touched. She was soft, fragile, she didn’t know it, but something that beautiful could never be bad. You grew in a garden of loneliness, do you have a place to bloom? It’s alright, I’ll give you a place and we can bloom together.

› pairing: Taehyung x reader/OC › genre: angst | m | fluff | sci-fi au | supernatural!au | mutant!au | hybrid!au |

“You have 5 minutes to pack, and get the hell out of here!” 

He shouted from downstairs, her ears ringing sore from the volume of his voice. Family members in the house were silent out of fear and shock; her cousins, aunts, grandparents, and all witnessed the heartrending humiliation. She rummaged through her shared room and hastily threw her belongings in the largest luggage she had. 

“Uncle, please...” She pleaded, tears in her eyes as she walked down the stairs steadily, the old railing tight in her grip—attempting to hold on to the place she called home.

He shook his head, arms crossed as he suppressed the fiery rage.

“P-please don’t do this-” She sobbed, the luggage suddenly extremely heavy in her hands. “I have nowhere to go, I have no one else! I-I don’t know where to go-” She cries harder, chest becoming tight.

“You’re 18 years old! You have a job and money saved up. I don’t care where you go, but stay far away from this family.” He pointed to the door, the family watched from the living room and kitchen, this sudden outburst had turned cold the once peaceful night.

“Wait! Where are you going?” The youngest of her cousins, 5-year-old Daisy, ran to grab hold of her leg—this would be the last time she saw those big brown eyes and chubby little cheeks.

“I-...I love you, but I have to go, Daisy, okay?” She wiped her tears, trying not to fall apart in front of the innocent little girl.

“B-but why? Where are you going?...” Before she could answer her question, Daisy was ripped away by her mother and screaming—screaming for her big sister.

“Get out!” He snarled it once again, infuriated at this point. “Or I’ll get the police over here and tell them what you really are.” His threat triggered the widening of her eyes, he was dead serious and she shyly looked back. They all just watched, the only person to reach out was Daisy, the sound of her little screams and protest engraving a pitch in her memory as her mother held her in place.

She gave her uncle a look of betrayal, disbelief, how could he do this to his own family?...

She stood trembling outside of the doorway now in a mess of tremors, and he said this in a quiet tone. “You’re not welcome here, and I don’t want to see your face again.”

The door shut in her face, metaphorically feeding her to wolves on her birthday, of all days—surprise. She first walked to the bus stop, barely treading in a straight line with the luggage following her. The bus took her one place and she kept switching routes, until she was in an unknown city, hundreds of miles away from anything she’d call familiar. It was a surprise that she could find someplace to stay after a total of 8 hours on a bunch of buses. The world looked down at her misshapen identity and jeered. Thinking someone might care about was a daft suggestion, all she had now was herself.

She sat beside lonely, broken souls, winos with dreams of music but mainly by herself, tucked safely in the very back. She found refuge at a single hotel room at a reasonable price, the sheets of that bed were tainted with ice-cold tears and hushed screams into the pillows. I’m a monster, I’m a monster, I’m a monster, she unleashed her agony into a dingy white pillowcase, “I’m a monster...”

The sound of something breaking awakes me from sleep. A sound full of unfamiliarity, I try to cover my ears but I still hear it...

Office jobs aren’t so bad, you get to go to retirement parties for people you don’t even know. Hey, you might even score some free cake in the process. Somehow, you were invited to a retirement party for a coworker, and you didn’t even know the guy personally. He was more like an ex-coworker, given you were almost fired last week, you missed two deadlines and the were ready to kick you out. Luckily, you were saved by your expertise in butt kissing. They must’ve forgotten they sent the invitation last month. It was in the higher-level office too, in the rich part of the city, the part you’ve never spent a lot of time at. It’s said that the CEO knew this man when he first started the company and so it was only fitting to give him an extravagant sending off. 

Of course, you were lingering around the refreshment and snack table, trying not to look uncomfortable, though it was inevitable, you still tried. The office was huge, it didn’t even look like an office, it was so high class and stately. The venue did not disappoint either. You wondered if you could ever live in a place like this, maybe if you won the lottery or became somebody’s sugar baby if anybody would take you as one, probably not. There was a lively discussion revolving around the better choice of luxury cars, the stock market, and what is the best company to invest in. You found it funny how they could converse about such things—your biggest life debates are whether to have a burger or pizza is better on Friday night.

“Well, let's gather around and have a toast! For Mr. Devaut, wishing him a happy and prosperous retirement.” The CEO stood up from his table, a glass of champagne in his hands, man did he reek rich and judgmental. You were, of course, a mile away from the lady giving out champagne so you awkwardly maneuvered through the crowd to get to her.

“Excuse me,” Fortunately, she saw me struggling to get to her and handed me the glass, “thanks.” 

“First, I want to thank Clarence for being such a loyal and selfless worker.” He shook his head to be a tinge dramatic. “I don’t know where this company would be without him, he’s closed more million-dollar deals than anyone in this business, he’s a role model to all of you looking to move up in this world. So, Clarence Devaut, thank you.” He raised the glass and everyone followed suit, doing the exact same gesture, you toasted quickly before sipping on the strawberry champagne.

“Oh, you’re too kind Sir.” The man was beyond flattered and all the higher-ups praised him in. I wonder if all of them drink and throw parties with their other rich friends on yachts every weekend, probably. They probably attended exclusive events, spent their money on thousands of dollars of clothes or other more lustful things—that’s just what you imagined.

“Now, now, now. I know tonight is supposed to be about me but I like to thank all of you who’ve helped me reach the company goals.” The man continued talking but you fell on a deaf ear. The proud expressions and smiles on the older guys faces indicated that the presumed CEO son was near. The man continued going on about goals, stocks, other technical business terms that you didn’t really acknowledge. Why am I so insistent on not paying attention to these types of things? It’s not like you have a short attention span, you just get distracted by your thoughts on the subject or lack thereof. Either way, you downed half the glass of champagne and he was still talking.

You watched the group of men and women add to the conversation and laugh about things you wouldn’t understand. My thoughts were elsewhere, the CEO's son was here tonight. Now that I think about it, I’ve never actually seen the guy, I hear things in the office sometimes. Some girls would say he didn’t talk much but when he did, he was charismatic and charming in every way possible—no one could be that perfect. Not even someone as beautiful as he was supposed to be. 

“Thank you Devaut,” A baritone toned voice came from the table of higher-ups, the voice was smooth like hot, honey. Who’s that? Some people were still sitting at their tables and you saw a man with a red silk shirt, and smooth dark brown hair that tickled the back of his neck with its unique length. He resembled a computer-generated image; his nose was formed beautifully, his eyes were big and beautiful, his lips were a pretty natural pink guise. His stance was poised and his broad shoulders forced your eyes to trail up to his chest and neck. You nearly choked on your champagne—that’s him?...

“And sincerely, we hope you have a fulfilling retirement.” He surveyed the room and sipped his drink before speaking again. His eyes lingered in your direction for a moment, he did a doubletake.

“My colleagues and I have arranged for you a little going away gift, just a little something to show our gratitude.” He reached into his suit jacket and held a white envelope—oh, he was too much.

“We hope you enjoy it.” He stepped over to the older man, handing him the envelope with a charming grin. The man glimmered with joy and suddenly became humbled, or so it seemed. He practically praised the young man with a string of compliments and thank yous. As nice as this is, nature has been calling and you couldn’t hold it anymore. You didn’t know where to put my champagne so you just took it with you. You quietly scurried down the hall and when you found the bathroom you sat your glass on the decorative table in the area between the restrooms. You went to the extremely tidy stalls and did what you had to do. When you walked out, your glass was gone. You leave for one minute and those pesky maids steal your drink. You just walked back to the venue with a plan to leave soon. 

“There are gifts for everyone as a thank you for coming.” You heard one of the female representatives say and looked for one of your coworkers when you finally found her you waved her down. 

“Hey, Shannon,“ Her face lit up when she saw me and you crooked your brow, “You didn’t tell me you would be here.”

“I didn’t think you would come.” She embraced me in a tight grip, her champagne glass pressing against my bare shoulder briefly. “I distinctly remember you saying that you rather go do your laundry then hang around a bunch of snobs who don’t care about average hardworking citizens.” 

She laughed but she wasn’t wrong, you didn’t plan on coming here. “Yeah, I decided last minute to come.”

“Well, if you’re here you might as well have some fun, right?” She had a look in her eye, a look that screamed that she wanted you to get into some trouble. “Mingle around, maybe meet somebody. “ She smiled as if I would actually consider finding someone at a party like this, she has big dreams I suppose...

“Yeah, okay..” Sarcasm was obvious in your voice but she didn’t catch on to it. Yiu looked around, trying to see if there was anywhere to stand and look inconspicuous while at the same time being hidden. You wondered if those people really cared, it’s not like losing an employee like you would make a dent in their profits. In fact, you had never met some of the people here and they had never even batted an eyelash your way. The company wasn’t inherently bad—you got some benefits and you can invest in your 401k so there wasn’t much to complain about. It wasn’t fulfilling, but then again I don’t even know what fulfills me so that wasn't saying much. You decided to go to the not so busy bar and take a glass of white wine on the terrace. You took your phone out and browsed through social media to kill some time.

“I’ll be back, I just need to make a call.”

You glanced behind you, that silky red shirt and a face that resembled a flawlessly sculpted statue was the source of the voice. Why did he have to come out here? Sure, he’s the CEO’s son so he can do what he wants but you do not want to be in the same vicinity with someone with so much unyielding power. It would look way too obvious if you tried to leave now, so you just walked to the further side of the balcony and stared out at the city in hopes that he didn’t notice you. He held his phone and he pressed a contact and held the phone to his ear until he got a response. You didn’t want to make any assumptions but you got a glimpse at his face and he looked angry, or maybe just focused? That may be why he’s making that phone call...

“I gave you a whole 48 hours to get this taken care of. I was more than generous with the deadline and you mean to tell me you missed it?” He sounded angry and for some reason the tone of his voice made you cower for the person on the other end. You honestly couldn’t keep yourself from listening in on his conversation, what can I say? I live for drama that doesn’t involve me.

“No, I gave you more than enough time. Our sales are going down on that model because of the manufacturer's defects. You can’t try to make it up to me now.” You could clearly hear the person on the other end going out in frantic apologies and empty excuses. “Today is your last day, I’m letting you go.” 

You glanced at him when he said that, his expression was so stoic as the wind played with his hair gently. He hung up the phone in the middle of the man attempting to crawl out the hole he dug for himself because he neglected to do as he was told. You sipped the wine, trying to look like you didn’t just witness someone getting fired over the phone.  

He sighed, leaning against the balcony with furrowed brows. “Idiot...” He mumbled, trying to compose himself before going back inside to the party—but when he finally looked around, he realized that he had a small audience. A woman that he had never seen before stood with a somewhat sheer, flowy blouse and a high-waisted skirt that brought his eyes down to her legs. She shifted her feet in the thin heels, probably feeling the strain that the forced arch invoked, but anything for beauty, right? His eyes tend to linger on what he finds pleasing, the presence around living beings intrigued him. Whether a warm scenery, a beautiful color, or a pretty plant, he tends to get visually distracted and he felt a draw towards you. He approached you with the straightest of posture and gentlest of calls. “Excuse me?”

“Yes?” You stood up straight with the glass in your sweaty hand.

“You work for our company, yes?” He leaned against the balcony with one propped up arm. You swore you didn’t care about looks and that appearance was always deceiving, but here you are, speechless.

“Uh- Yes, I do.” You thought about extending your hand but he wasn’t looking at you so you spared yourself the awkwardness.

“What department?”

“Customer service.” How exciting, you get to help impatient people who refuse to look at the directions for the cameras. It was okay at times but it was stressful a majority of the time.

“Oh, then you would definitely know the answer to this. Model 0XHS-5D has been on the market for 2 years now and since we changed manufactures, it’s dropped in sales by 18%. In comparison to our original models, how do you think the quality differs? If it differs at all.” 

“Uh, well, I get a lot of complaints about the lens. Customers say it smudges easily and it’s not sturdy enough for a three thousand dollar camera.” You explained, not bothering to look at him directly because of how nervous you were.

“That’s what the customers tell you?”

“That, and the pictures often distort when transferred from a USB to a computer. I get literal hell from customers for that,” You sipped your wine hastily, calming your worries, “especially those who are professional photographers...”

“So, in your customer service opinion, you would say it was the worst model?” The way he said that sounded like a challenge for you to say how you really felt and you did so in the most truthful way you could think of.

“Well, in the words of one of your customers Mr. Kim, ‘that camera is a $3,000 piece of crap’, that’s the censored version of what she had to say.“ The smirked, a small chuckle escaping your mouth.

“Hm.” He stood there in deep thought. “Thank you for your honesty.” You actually couldn't believe that he was taking advice from you—someone who debated leaving the company more than a few times. “What’s your name?”

“Y/n.” 

“It was nice meeting you, Y/n.” He extended a hand to you and you shook his hand with a light grip, the way he looked at you...did he look at everyone that deeply? You felt his gaze sink into your very being as if to look straight at your soul, it left you breathless for a moment.

“Nice meeting you too, Sir...” He walked back into the party, a trail of bergamot and musk beckoning you to follow him but you knew better than that. ‘No.’ you scolded yourself, you need to get the thought of ever getting this close to someone that important again. You downed the glass of warm liquid with a conflicted sigh, people like you aren’t supposed to be around people like him.

3 weeks later.

“Take it off of the market,” Taehyung discoursed to the product representatives as his father sat at the desk. Taehyung recently started to act and make decisions on his father's behalf, he was the owner now. “It’s causing too many issues and I’ve been informed that it is the lowest-rated camera in our line, we don’t need to put money towards something that doesn’t satisfy the customers, nor does its job. You’re dismissed.” 

“Yes, Sir.” He walked off, closing the door on his way out.

“Son, you’ve done an excellent job with the company.” He smiled at Taehyung proudly, Taehyung was taking over seamlessly. “I should’ve handed the ranks over to you months ago and gone back to the hospital full-time.” He chuckled. The sole reason why he started this company was for his beloved only son. At a young age, Taehyung was infatuated with cameras and how they worked. He’d steal his dad's cameras and take them on field trips to school just to photograph what he found pretty. The high demand surgeon paused his career to invest, and eventually own, a tremendously successful camera company. He did it in hopes that one day, Taehyung would take it over and he did.

“Don’t get me wrong, dad, I love this job, but it's really been a lot lately.” Taehyung huffed, typing something on his computer. “The marketing team branches are a pain in the neck right now, they haven't gained any new clients in Milan yet and they keep asking for directions. Don’t they know how to do their jobs without being told every little thing?”

“They’re just not used to your style of leadership, you don't micromanage which is great but some people have to be told once or twice to do their job. They'll start to realize that you won't tolerate and shape up. It's hard yes, but that’s just because you’re new, it’ll get better with time.” 

“That’s good to know.” He went back to his papers.

“Where did you get the idea to take that model off the market? I knew it was causing problems but I didn’t know to what extent.”

“An employee in the customer service department suggested it...She was from the downtown offices I think.” He off in daydream for a split second and bit his lip. “Dad, she- I don’t know, I’ve never met anyone like her.”

“What do you mean? You think she was beautiful?” He beamed, thinking his son had taken a liking to someone. 

“I mean, she was pretty but I don’t mean she physically different, it’s like there was something off about her, y’know? Not in a bad way, just off.” He sighed. “It’s probably nothing, I just thought it was strange...”

“Oh, I see.” His father nodded as if to push that thought aside before changing the subject for his own comfort. “Do you mind if I catch the news?” Taehyung shook his head, handing the remote to his father. 

“Good afternoon, and thank you for joining us on our special broadcast on The 1989 Project. Today marks the anniversary of the termination of what our society calls the Cities best-kept secret. In May of 1989, The Foundation of Biology Research and Experimentation was founded by Jane Sato, acclaimed Doctor, and scientist of 10+ years. The practices of her organization took place at the Scientific Research and Medical Advancement Facility in the heart of Medical City. For a decade, new medical practices, experiments, and advancements were discovered thanks to her organization. But speculations of inhumane experimentation taking place on innocent and or willing subjects under her guidance put the Doctor in question. Sato stated that, quote, ‘What if the human being is but a vessel that can be morphed into something greater, stronger, and far more beautiful through science and medical treatment. I believe that through technological advancements, the idea of physical imperfections, chronic illness, genetic disorder or even the common cold can be made history through rigorous genetic and biological alterations. There is no denying that a humans DNA is beautifully made, but that doesn’t mean there is no room for improvement. Our society, as we know it, could be radically transformed by humans with abilities that are beyond our comprehension.’ End quote. Her theory was embraced by few in her field, but those who did follow her were devoted to her dream. The idea that a humans genetic makeup could be bent to her will and mutated into nothing but a creature was a sickening notion to doctors, scientists, and civilians alike.”

“Can you believe that?” The old convenience store owner shook his head at the poorly colored tv screen as he wiped down the counters. You brought your chips and bottle of juice to the counter, pulling out your wallet from your backpack as you halfheartedly listened to the broadcast.

“Tragically, a few months after the speculations, a fire broke out in the laboratory and her research was destroyed, along with many victims. Several of the scientists and doctors working with her were off the record and so some are presumed to have perished in the fire, others are unknown. As many of the cities residents can recall, the story was promptly pushed under the rug after the case of Zoe Akasma Hawn opened in October 2007. The 19-year-old was found gaunt, with feral attributes such as fanged teeth, beady eyes, and oddly, severe discoloration of skin with a large unidentified symbol on her abdomen in one of Sato’s enlistee patient recovery residences. When her existence was discovered, her behavior was violent and she had to be detained and sedated for several days before she could be put into question. Though verbally incoherent, after intensive medical care, she professed to have no memory of how she obtained her oddities. Shortly after her case opened it was unexpectedly ended and hasn’t been disclosed since. The government claimed they knew nothing of Sato’s projects and neglected to give the citizens answers. After the fall of Sato’s life's work, she was never heard of again. It makes us wonder, is the government withholding the truth about these people? And if so, do we need to worry about people like Hawn running rampant in our city?”

You took out eight dollars so you could pay the $7.51, glancing at the television before you got your change and went on your way. You were on your lunch break and due to your lack of friends and or poor socialization skills, you had no one to eat with. The park was pretty empty at this time of day, kids were still in school and adults were busy working or grabbing lunch—the city seemed to engulf wandering souls like you that didn’t speak the language of busy streets and impatient shop owners. You walked down the sidewalk with your little plastic bag to go and you were eager to get to your sandwich in the office but the crosswalk had other plans. You stood in the small group of people, anxious to get across the street and back to the safe confines of your workplace. A cute couple was having an interesting conversation and you couldn’t help but eavesdrop.

“They say it was some kind of human experimentation or something. My mom used to say the government was lying about them not knowing about it.”

Before your mind could wander further into the idea, everyone began walking down the crosswalk and you scurried behind them. You opened the door of the office building and ran to the break room to retrieve your packed sandwich. When you made your way to the refrigerator, you peeked inside to look for your little lunch pack, you couldn’t help but smile.

Once, someone had stolen your packed lunch and you swore you would never leave anything of yours in this fridge, but you gave it a chance today and you were glad you did. You sat down quietly, some of your colleagues had gone out for lunch and so the office was arguably calm. 

“Hey, Y/n.” You were in the middle of taking a bite of your sandwich when the girl across from your cubicle, the slightly annoying one, tried to get your attention.

You furrowed your brows, “Yes?” reaching for a potato chip to accompany the sandwich in your mouth.

“The CEO is visiting the offices this week, he might come here tomorrow.” She smirked. “He is so mysterious, y’know? His father gave him this company and I heard some of the higherups are still getting used to his management. He doesn’t make any announcements, he just gives assignments and he really means business.” She giggled, how she got this information would remain a mystery to you.

“Oh, that’s nice...” You spun around in your rolly chair and went back to your lunch. She always tried to reel you in with her greasy gossip tactics but you resisted it. You were never too fond of messy gossip. Maybe you didn’t crave drama because you were never involved in it in high school with all of those insecure girls who had nothing better to do than bully each other. 7 pm came quicker than you anticipated, the sun had set, most of your coworkers were gone, you were one of the only people here next to the janitor that knew you all too well. You gathered your belongings and walked down the dimly lit path of the lobby.

“Goodnight, Ms. Y/n. Be careful out there.” The older gentlemen with crows feet and pale hair tipped his hat with a kind smile.

“Goodnight, Mr. Go, I will.” You waved goodnight and went out into the city, you rarely walked home, most of the times you’d take the bus but you missed it by 10 minutes. There was no sense in wasting a Thursday night walking, why not stop by that jazz club and have a drink? It sounded like a good idea to you so you switched sidewalks to walk through the front entrance adorn by warm lights. Immediately, when you entered the club, the music soothed your ears. With slight hesitation, you approached the counter to order something.

“One Americano please.” The barista went to prepare your drink and you sat at the tiny table in the corner. As you waited, your eyes were glued to the jazz band. The music was amazing, you wondered how you ever paced this place by, how could you have neglected an establishment of such musical prowess? 

He sat on the barstool with a siciliano, leaning against the bar in exhaustion. Work was non-stop, not a moment to breathe or rest his busy mind. 

“Your Americano, ma’am.” The barista placed a drink on the pickup counter and the owner of that drink walked to the counter with a timid thank you. He knew that voice from somewhere. One glance and the two of you narrowed your brows at the realization of your presence.

“Hi.” 

“H-hi, Mr. Kim.” Great—you can’t go anywhere without being disturbed. “It’s nice to see you, sir, bye-”

“You’re leaving? But you don’t have a to-go cup.” He pointed out the heavy clear glass in your grip and your cheeks threatened a shade a rose.

“Oh...I guess you’re right.” Grudgingly, you took a seat on the barstool beside him, your fingers twiddling with the cup.

“Have you ever been here before?”

“No.” You cleared your throat, drinking a bit more of the bitter coffee. “It’s pretty nice though...” 

“Me neither.” He took his drink, sipping it elegantly. “So, since you’re here, tell me about yourself. I rarely get to talk with my employees in a casual setting.”

You sighed, you weren’t in the mood for a conversation. “Well-”

“Taehyung.” You looked at him confused. “Let this be two regular people, you can speak to me comfortably.” He smiled. “You can start by calling me by my first name, it’s Taehyung.” 

“Okay, Taehyung. There’s not much to know about me...” You deadpanned, chewing on the fleshy parts of your bottom lip. “I go to work 5 days a week and I go home the end.”

“Aw, come on.” He couldn’t hold back an amused scoff, you saw his boxy smile for the first time when you did that. “Nobody has that little to them.”

“Yeah, you would think that..” The way you were somewhat content with describing yourself in such a dreary manner—he couldn’t tell if you were being hostile or blunt. “Not to be rude or anything, but what’re you doing here? I thought your office was in North Heights? You’re a far way from there...” 

“I like to wind down after work, I’ve been on this side of the city plenty of times.” He defended.

“You were here for the location management check-up, weren’t you?” You quipped, a knowing smirk on your face—he was caught. “They had an announcement this morning in the office, they said you might be visiting the locations...” 

There was nothing more for him to say—in an unexpected way, he felt profiled. It was like you had one idea about him in your mind and that’s all you saw him as. Though, a customer service employee like yourself had no impact on his confidence as a person, but for some reason, how you said it bothered him. Music played smoothly in the background, it lessened the awkward of you two just sitting by one another without a word. He found himself, stealing glimpses of you when you’d look at the live band. After a while, he could tell you had downed that drink so you could get out of here.

“It was nice chatting with you but it’s getting late,” You took that last sip, “I should go...” You tucked a dollar under your empty Americano class for the barista. You adjusted your dark green blouse and fastened your purse on your shoulder, “Goodnight Mr. Kim.”  and you went on your way. 

His eyes lingered on you until you disappeared from his sight, not to be seen until fate deemed it time. Without reason or motive, he felt an innate draw to your presence. The night he met you, and even now, your demeanor was so distinctive, he couldn’t decipher what it was.

The old faithful lock on your door still creaked when turning the knob, the landlord claimed it was common but you knew he was just too lazy to fix it. Your apartment wasn’t the biggest, most beautiful place in the world but it was the safest and cheapest place you could find—it did the job for suitable shelter. You somehow predicted a knock at the door and in a matter of seconds, good ole’ Jan was knocking at your door. You never rolled your eyes harder than when Jan was at your door—ThatwomanneedstofindbetterhobbythanbotherinmewhenI’mtryingtobealone-

“Jan, hi.” You feigned a joyful smile. “How are you?”

“I can’t complain, honey,” She was quite the character with her leopard print robe and thick New York accent. “I was wondering if you had any disposable razors, I’m all out and I have a date in an hour.”

You had to stop yourself from looking at her like she had a third eye, a disposable razor? Seriously?

“Um, yeah, let me go get it.” You cracked the door and ran to get your last disposable razor for this woman. This wasn’t the first tie she asked for random stuff, a hairdryer, butter, one night her 13-year-old son was doing a science project and the woman asked for ketchup, lemon juice, mayonnaise, and vinegar, which of course you gave her and never got back. After that, you decided you would just say you didn’t have whatever she needed, she had just as much freedom to go to the store of you. 

“Here you go, have a good night.” You handed her the razor.

“Thanks, hon.” She smiled, running off to her place down the hall.

“Jeez...” You sighed, trudging yourself to the couch and letting the old bag of leather engulf you—another day, another night on the couch. You flip on the television and of course, the news station turned on, and the 7:30 news anchor came in with the latest story.

Breaking News.

“Good evening, I’m Amanda Mitchelle, here with breaking news. 5 pm today, the government released a statement regarding the Foundation of Biology Research and Experimentation.”

A video of some middle-aged lad in a boring suit stood at a podium with about twenty mics in his face.

“The government takes the safety of our people seriously. In light of the anniversary of the 1989 Project, we have learned that there were over 400 participants involved in the project. There is a slim chance that some experiments could have escaped and settled amongst society and all over the world. Just as we did when the Zoe Akasma Hawn case came to the light, we would like to announce that if there is anyone who knows of this project, please come forward. Again, the experiments are not normal human beings. We have suspected that Sato’s experiments, as of now they will be called Sato-Cross, has been diminished to creatures who are unable to comprehend basic knowledge, function within societal means, or process emotion. A Sato-Cross Experiment is not to be hidden and is to be turned in immediately. They are a danger to society, once again, they are not to be hidden.”

“That was congressman Nelson Greene, speaking in regards to The 1989 Project—”

You turned the television off, not wishing to listen to it any longer, it was nothing new. The 1989 Project, that seemed to be the only thing they were talking about. At times, you wondered what had really gone down but then again, sometimes you could care less. Suddenly, your phone buzzed. You narrowed your brow, how did he get my cell number?

Unknown Number: I’m sorry for contacting you so late Ms.Y/n but I am contacting you for Mr. Kim. He requested that you to come to his office tomorrow morning, he is discussing company changes with employess from each office location. Please save this number. Kim Taehyung’s secreatary, Margaret.

You responded with a simple ‘I will be there’, and left it at that. If you were being honest, you did not want to be near that man any more than you had to be. There was nothing about you that would help him, why couldn’t he call someone else from your office? You didn’t want to read into this, he is your boss and there’s nothing more to it. Even if his eyes lingered on you longer than they should have, the way he tried to maintain eye contact with you, it just made you feel out of place—as if you were undeserving of that type of attention. You laughed halfheartedly, I guess that’s pretty sad, huh? 

He tried not to dwell on you, but it was like every time he’d close his eyes, he saw those dark orbs that plummeted into obscure nothingness, staring back at him. 

#BTS au #bts fluff #bts smut #bts angst #bts hybrid au #bts mutant au #taehyung fluff #taehyung #taehyung angst #taehyung smut #jungkook #namjoon #yoongi #jin #seokjin #jhope #hoseok #jimin #color me moonight #singularity #taehyung singularity #무언가 깨지는 소리 #bts #bts scifi au

[taffysannotatedsonichu]

The Most Pointless Character in Sonichu

Taffy here. This was a post I made for the Kiwi Farms forum on the most pointless character in Sonichu in late October 2017, and I took up the challenge to prove every single character has no point. This was kind of my beta version of what would become Taffy’s Annotated Sonichu, so I thought it would be worth reprinting here (also I’m sorry it’s taking me so long to get more CWCDefense or GitM up, I’ve been really sick for the past two weeks and I’m just now trying to get back in the swing of things).

Chris's comic persona and fursona are pointless because he could have just lived vicariously through Sonichu and not have an in-comic presence.

Sonichu himself became pointless after Chris took over as main character but was already pretty pointless since really Chris could have just written a straight Sonic fanfic with Sonic as the lead in the first place. Besides the occasional electric attack and the complete lack of an original personality he's basically Sonic.

That said, all the characters ripped wholesale from Sonic or Pokémon (Sonic himself, Perfect Chaos, Robotnik, Giovanni) are pretty pointless as they were dropped not long in as Sonichu grew to have its own canon with its own crazy cast of characters.

In addition, any character ripped wholesale from any other franchise (Beavis & Butthead, Bugs Bunny, Meg Griffin) exist solely for "fan service", or rather fan disservice.

Rosechu is extremely pointless, all she does is A) be a token girl, B) prove Sonichu is STRAIGHT, and C) occasionally face rape someone. That said The Incredible Lioness is probably the closest we get to a real character with a point, rivaled only by the Voltorb that kills Simonla. They have simple purposes (to brutally maim and murder) and they do them to a T.

Kel is pointless since Rosechu could have just been Chris's Pokémon to begin with and she didn't need to exist as a middleman.

For that matter, any character best known for being a Moon Pal (Bill the Scientist, Metal Sonichu, Yawning Squirtle) or just as a meme in general (Inos), while being great for laughs, are all pretty irrelevant background characters.

Reldnahc Notsew Niatsirhc exists solely for Chris to physically obliterate his sexual insecurity.

Any Jerkop or Manajerk exists solely for Chris to vent his frustrations with real people who were just doing their jobs. Same goes for Hanna.

Blake is too inconsistent to have a point to existing. He was a pointless villain-of-the-week at first and then he was a pointless supporting character.

Sarah Hammer and Wes Iseli are particularly pointless because Chris' relationship with Sarah was already waning when he wrote Sonichu 2. Since the reincarnation plot point was dropped not long after, you can honestly skip Sonichu 2 entirely and not miss anything.

Mary Lee Walsh, while being awesome, is like the jerkops and manajerks just there essentially as a comic book voodoo doll. Maybe the point of her was to show that Chris can in fact write an interesting and badass female character? We'll never know.

Count Graduon is pretty redundant with Mary, power wise. Other than to vent frustrations with his graduation he's really pointless.

All of the Chaotic Combo are basically team filler filling out some elements that the rest of the team lacks. Specifically:

Wild Sonichu doesn't really have a personality. He's pretty redundant with Sonichu himself, other than, of course, we need a green Sonichu. The one thing that possibly could have made him interesting, the struggles of being a single father, are really rushed over so Chris can get back to the murder spree. His only notable father-daughter bonding experience was drilling a man to death.

Bubbles Rosechu, aside from being the token blue Sonichu/water type, finds one Sonichu ball and then returns to being a moron.

Angelica Rosechu, although I imagine her original purpose was to be a pacifist voice of reason and a token religious character, well, that got thrown out the window pretty quickly. The things that differentiate her from Bubbles besides their powers are few and far between.

Punchy Sonichu is just the token red character and the token Asian. Seriously I don't even know what "fighting type" means. In fact, why not make him fire type? It's the one element missing from the Chaotic Combo (Bubbles is water, Wild is earth, Angelica is air, Magi-Chan is ether/heart/mind, no one's fire!) (Note 26/11/18: I now know Fighting-Type is a type of Pokémon, but nevertheless “Fighting-Type is one of the weirder types. The Pokémon types are elements, supernatural creatures... and martial arts. And yes, the Fighting-Type icons in the series are red while Fire-Type is orange, but from a team balance perspective fire would have made sense).

Magi-Chan, especially after being paired off with Silvana taking away his sole unique trait of not being driven around by his penis, is just Chris's round the clock surveillance system.

Boulder Dropping Whale would have been useful if he actually killed Bubbles's mother but since he failed he's just a great meme.

Why does Flame the Sunbird even exist? He's literally just Kazooie from Banjo-Kazooie and his role could have easily been filled by Wild or Bubbles or anyone because that stupid Sunstone doesn't even matter, except it does make everything grow like Norma, whoever she is. Norma is the most relevant character in that whole issue. (Note 26/11/18: Yes, I named Nadine’s mom after this typo.)

Again, Darkbind and Zelina are crimes against nature. (Note from an earlier repost): I am referring to a previous post complaining that Darkbind and Zelina were the combinations of not two but four franchises (Sonic, Pokémon, Zelda & Darkwing Duck) and came off as clunky because of it.)

Crystal the sister is especially irrelevant now that Chris is a girl (why not make her a trans man to mirror Chris' own transition? Oh wait JERKS.), but she was always redundant with Rosechu and Chris himself.

Sailor Megtune - why didn't he just draw Megan herself? We know he's okay drawing her.

Megagi - Already kinda redundant with Megtune and she really had no reason to exist after Chris & Megan had that falling out.

Jamsta and Lolisa speak for themselves at their uselessness. I mean, they are just bit characters anyway. But as someone else mentioned before their radio station is particularly shitty.

Patti-Chan, while her story is cute, just exists as a way for Chris to hold on to his beloved pet and not fully cope with her loss.

Allison Amber, although being one of the better characters, wouldn't need to exist if Chris would just do some work for once. That said if the point of her character was to be an audience surrogate (I mean, until she shoots a man in cold blood) then for once Chris succeeded.

Bionic the Hedgehog as previously mentioned is just there for the sake of having an orange Sonichu, even though he isn't one.

All of the specific characters of Chris's "real life" "sweethearts" (Pandahalo, Blanca, Ivy) as well as their OCs (Jiggliami, Blazebob & Chloe, Layla Flaafy) are pointless because they all just disappear almost immediately after they're introduced after Chris finds out they were a troll or they "died".

Likewise any rendition of one of Chris' real life trolls (Jason Kendrick Howell, Clyde, Jack Thaddeus, Alec, Evan, Sean & Mao) are again just there as pen-and-paper voodoo dolls for Chris to take out his frustrations on. The trolls in particular almost work against Chris' point in including them because no matter how much Chris paints himself as the hero his violent murder sprees always end with him looking like the villain. (Justice for the Asperpedia Four!)

Beel is just Satan and a secretary for the 4-cent-garbage building. Pretty pointless.

Zapina is just there as a token "cute" character.

Simonla is just Wild's token sweetheart and then later the lynchpin Chris needed to justify executing his enemies.

Silvana, while another fairly interesting character, is just a villain-of-the-week with an added dose of Chris's sexual insecurity.

Sarah & Rita Jackarass - These two are both stupid minor characters, but why on Earth did there need to be two of them?

GodJesus exists solely to heap praise onto our beloved autist.

Those stupid Samurai Pizza Transformers are stupid. I hate them so much. I hope they burn in the Earth's lava core.

Sonichu & Rosechu's children are initially just there to be cloyingly cute and then once they're grown to be Chris's LGBT mouthpieces, forgetting that we won't listen to anything they say because we already hate them. Of special pointlessness is Cerah, because while Robbie is the most punchable he's at least the focus character of a lot of the newer stuff (even though we hated him as a Sonee, we hated him as a Sonichu, and we'll hate him as a Rosechu), and Christine is vapid she gives credence to the idea that Magi-Chan is giving it to Rosechu behind Sonichu's back which is way more interesting than canon. Cerah does jack squat besides be a lesbian.

The Asperchu cameos are just there for Chris to try to force Alec to give him what he wants and the Basement Rosechus are just there to slander Alec's name.

Sandy is particularly irrelevant since Simonla's back, she was never anything more than a replacement goldfish for her.

Kevin the Jew - I knew it! I knew it all along! Peppermint Patty is a boy!

Bananasaurus - Don't listen to your Patreon backers Chris.

Lastly, Russel & Cynthia are just there to fill the Sonee/Rosee void left when Cera Christine & Robbie evolved, a void no one in particular wanted filled.

Edited (27/10/17) to include all the MLP characters and Chris's ponysona - We hate them and we want Sonichu back. 

#cwc extras

[netherwar-rpg-blog]

Welcome to the Wardens, Nikki! Your application for a RANGER OC has been accepted with a Jenna Coleman FC.

I cannot emphasize how much I loved this application - I really love how you’ve created this delightful town and proud family which shows that you’ve taken the lore to heart. It’s really unique to see a Ranger awaken far from the Singing Tree but her connection to nature and the Giant Beasts show that Leila has a destiny she has yet to discover. The Wardens can certainly help with that! It was moving to see how Leila desperately wanted freedom and found independence through her friendship with Maeve - which ended messily for them both! It will be interesting to see how Leila interacts with other Priests and if her prejudice against them will continue to seethe!

The application can be found under the cut. You have 48 hours to create a roleplay account (cannot be a sideblog) for your character and we will be updating our opening date soon!

O O C - I N F O

Name: Nikki

Age: 20

Timezone: PST

Activity Level: Usually at least every other day!

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C H A R A C T E R - I N F O

T H E - B A S I C S

Name: Leila Briardale

Gender: Female

Age: 28

Class: Ranger

Faceclaim: Jenna Coleman

C H A R A C T E R - D E T A I L S

Nationality: Carnish

Appearance: 

There is a raised chin and self-assured stance that suggests higher status, in money or title, of Leila.Yet, the wildness in her walk and the broiling defiance in her gaze-her large brown eyes barely restraining her emotions-hint at something else entirely. They hint of woods, of running, of a risky limitless expanse.

She stands just above five feet but her gestures and voice command room, demand attention. Though appearing unscathed, Leila has a sweeping scar on the side of her abdomen running above her hip while this is not usually noticeable, on account of being under her clothes, this may be seen when she wears looser or shorter shirts.

While she sometimes wears other jewelry, Leila has a plain bracelet made of dark rubber with a leather pad covered by a golden plate. She has smooth stone bracelets and anklets which can usually be seen on her person. Strapped on her thigh, beneath her skirt, is the body of a slingshot and a dagger.

Personality:

- Reckless: Outfitted with a thoughtlessness nurtured from a spoiled childhood in which her problems were cleaned up and hushed, Leila rushes into situations relying mostly on impulse and feeling. Now, knowing that life will always end in death and that nature will continue despite that, she lives with a careless abandon. Leila is enamored with freedom and life but she hasn’t found what she lives for, what will make her afraid to die. Her recklessness is fueled by her disregard for death because she has done more already than she would have done in her old life.

- Self-centered: Being guided by impulse and whims, Leila thinks little of how her actions will affect those around her. She has a certain streak of bossiness and a prying curiosity that knows little boundaries. If people don’t like her, she knows that they can just avoid her and so she’s indifferent to her rudeness. Leila’s thoughts are focused on either her own world or the world, nature, as it is. She’s more likely to work to rescue people she knows or the woods than strangers if she were to have to choose.

- Petty: Though Leila won’t hold grudges for too long, she will act on them. From rolling her eyes to organizing small pranks, Leila isn’t above being absolutely childish to get her revenge. Spite motivates her.

+ Daring: While others may hesitate to take on a dangerous quest, Leila would be the first to volunteer. There isn’t much that would cause her to pause so long as she sees value in doing it, this value able to be something as simple as it being interesting.

+ Honest: Even with her pranks, Leila hates to use trickery. When asked, Leila is usually truthful and straightforward. She doesn’t want to use others or deceive others. If she does trick someone for reasons other than some joke, the guilt weighs on her heavily.

+ Charming: Yes, she is a bit bossy and all over the place but she manages to dance in the space just below annoying, for most people. Perhaps, it is in her openness or her confidence but she has a charisma that, before annoyance, asks people to linger.

C H A R A C T E R - B A C K G R O U N D

History:

“This is it. I always wondered ‘Why must I? Why must I learn these lessons? Why must I be so uncomfortably dressed? Why must I hide my power? Why must I get married?’ But I don’t need to! Call me a disappointment, if you will. A simpleton. A wild child. I am a doll no longer; I am my own.”

The Briardales were a respectable family. Elias Briardale ruled the small town of Blumebell in a way that was neither deplorable or entirely just. Annelie Briardale, the most presentable of all Briardales, kept the locals placated and their reputation as pure as possible. She had married Elias for the town’s love of him and his charismatic cunning in business. Emmerich, their eldest child and only son, was to be raised to be the Baron of Blumebell, taking over Elias’s position. Leila, their lovely and sole daughter, was to be married.

That was Annelie’s plan, unoriginal but fitting. What Annelie had not planned was for Leila to start calling the trees her friends, for the small child of only five to claim her green thumb to be some power. Annelie insisted that she was merely a good gardener but the worry was planted in Annelie and grew as Leila did.

The wildness in Leila struggled to be contained. Running from her lessons, she would drag her brother off to play hide and seek or tag in their gardens. When her brother became too busy to be bothered, she would instead hide among the trees by herself. After disappearing for a whole day to avoid being taught proper posture while walking and sitting among other things, Annelie had their tall trees replaced with shorter ones that could hide nothing but perhaps a tiny bird. It was then that Annelie had to acknowledge Leila’s power, however, after catching sight of Leila from the window crouching into a rosebush to hide and seeing the flowers and thorns moving to avoid her.

Leila learned that this was the marking of a Ranger, that she had been given a gift from the Singing Tree. She wanted to visit it, to ask why it had chosen her and what it was that she should do. She wanted to go there, to go off and away. Distraught, Annelie forbid Leila from sharing her power, from using it, and developing it. This was for the good of the family. This was for her role in the family. This is what she must do.

As a child of ten, Leila learned how to sneak out at night. She had been forbidden from going into the gardens alone and so her night trips had been first purely out of spite. Running barefoot in the garden beneath the cover of darkness and starlight, she felt, she imagined, as how a bird does when lifted by a sudden gust of wind: ecstatically frightened.

During the summer of that year, Leila was invited by Emmerich to accompany him on his trip to a nearby town to meet potential marriage partners. She was almost bursting with excitement, unable to tear herself away from the window of the carriage she rode in. Emmerich rode beside them, insisting on taking his own horse out of his fondness for the beast and so that later he and Leila could ride on it through town together. In the second day of their traveling, they were attacked by bandits.

Leila saw Emmerich’s body slump in his saddle to be then carried into the woods by his startled horse. One of their guards chased him while the other drove the carriage swiftly down the road to keep Leila safe. They did not find Emmerich. Elias became quieter, sterner. Annelie’s desperation sharpened. Leila heard only of dear Emmerich and of her duties.

In the years following, Leila complied with Annelie’s lessons but she still snuck out of their manor, although her wanderings would now spill over into the town. She had seen a flash of the bandit’s face and she had taken it upon herself to find him if he ever were in Blumebell. During one of these searches, she happened upon Maeve.

Messily chopped red hair and a tempest of blue eyes, Maeve’s appearance captivated Leila. The fierce girl had stepped in after other street kids recognized Leila and started to bully her for gold. Maeve shut them up and dragged Leila away to start lecturing her for her goddamn foolish straight-out-of-a-dragon’s ass idea. They became friends soon after.

It was through this friendship that Leila learned of Emmerich’s actual state. While visiting a tavern whose owner would give Maeve free shepherd’s pies and other foods, Leila spotted the face of the bandit who had killed Emmerich. Maeve helped Leila tail the man, or rather Maeve was forced to follow along as Leila ran after him. Upon questioning the man with Maeve’s knife to his belly and Leila standing with all the ferocity Annelie had given and taught her, he admitted to being Emmerich’s friend.

The heir that never wanted to be wanted simply to marry a lady that had traveled to town and stayed long enough to capture his attention and for him to capture hers. Knowing full well that Annelie and Elias would never allow him to marry someone of questionable standing, he orchestrated a plan among his guards and the lady’s close friend to fake his death and run off. Leila had been used to confirm the death. Leila did not share this information with her parents. She tried resigning herself to being a proper Briardale lady but began to practice nature magic while finally allowed in their gardens by herself.

Annelie would have been happy with her daughter had her daughter sat still but Leila did not. At sixteen, Leila had learned how to present herself as someone Elias and Annelie could be proud of and she memorized that person but only acted that way if the situation called for it. Having learned enough, she took to running off during the day.

Maeve would meet her at the docks. Blumebell wasn’t the most well known town in the trade but had a good location at the mouth of a river that exited into the sea allowing for several types of fish. There Maeve would point at different boats and tell Leila of their type, their usage, and their history. Leila would listen but remember none of it, liking the way Maeve’s voice sounded during these teachings too much to commit herself to not needing them.

It was there, too, that they spoke of adventuring. Maeve wanted to become a pirate, to be some rascal on the seas, and Leila wanted to…she did not know what she wanted to do but she promised to eventually meet the pirate Maeve. Perhaps, she would have some special house for Maeve to hide in should she ever need it and there Leila would listen to Maeve’s adventures. Hearing this, Maeve insisted that she would take Leila out to some of her travels then but Leila would need some method to protect herself as to not burden the rest of the crew. The noblewoman began to practice archery and slingshots.

As Leila’s arranged marriage approached, she grew more and more restless. Elias increased the guards around their manor to keep Leila from running off daily. Annelie would bring Leila to her salons, though as opposed to just their created literature it became more a showing of various talents, and book clubs to expose her to other ladies of their status. Leila felt the most at ease during in the gardens during their strolls and evening gatherings but still there were too many people for her to relax. The obligations and the role suffocated her.

So she planned on running.

Escaping to the docks, she told Maeve of her wanting and Maeve agreed. She’d make some plan and they’d go at the end of the week. Leila gathered her things and went to meet Maeve. They set off on a small rowing boat during twilight. Leila did not know where to but assumed they would follow the coast to another town or some hidden house; she was amazed when night fell and she stared up at the lantern light of a ship. Leila had been cooped for some time during which Maeve had met a few others who knew of her and the Briardale lady.

Maeve apologized before pulling out her dagger, forcing Leila up the side of the ship, and tying her up. Leila stared at her friend who had finally become what she had wanted to be. Then she started cursing.

The journey to another settlement was a fairly short one, a week at the most, but it had felt lengthened due to Leila’s behavior. Eventually they threw her into a storeroom to quiet her insults and yells. When they finally arrived at another town, they kept Leila on board while the others went to get supplies and organize a ransom. Maeve and another pirate stayed on board to watch Leila. Hours passed then Leila heard fighting.

Someone had recognized the ship and called for guards and a few other visiting adventurers to deal with the pirate threat. Maeve burst into the storeroom, cut Leila free, and yelled at her to run. She followed Maeve off the ship but some others gave chase. They ran through the alleyways and side streets and had almost reached the edge of town and beginning of the woods when someone cut them off. The priest gave Maeve one chance to surrender but after the very blunt declination fought without much mercy. A guard, hearing the commotion, joined in on the battle. Leila watched not knowing who to help and saw the guard fall to Maeve. There was a brief grin on Maeve’s features before the priest’s sword pierced through her. Leila ran forward as the priest, using magic Leila had only heard about, brought the dead guard back to life.

She begged the priest to heal Maeve; he would not. She drew her dagger; he still would not. Leila darted forward but her attack was blocked. Rangers could heal, but she did not know how. She could feel Maeve weakening, though. She was too aware of it. The priest, frustrated and done with the whole ordeal, moved past Leila to finish the pirate. He was not expecting Leila to react so quickly. The wound in her side screamed but she kept going, taking Maeve on her back and willing her body to go, to go faster, to keep going.

Weakly, she heard Maeve laugh. “You, fucking fool, I am no friend. Get out of here.” And Maeve pushed herself off of Leila. All Leila could tell herself to do was to keep going further, eventually she collapsed in the forest.

When Leila awoke, it was to the sight of an approaching giant wolf. She sat up and used her magic to make medicinal plants to press to her side. Leila only stared, tired and pleading. The wolf stopped and returned her glare. Instead of eating her, the wolf walked off and returned with a rabbit.

In the year that followed, Leila nursed herself back to health and followed the Giant Wolf she named Mona. When Mona disappeared during mating season, Leila journeyed to Siften to find other Rangers and to finally see the Singing Tree. She learned eagerly but found herself missing Mona dearly. Leaving after a few years, Leila ventured back to search for Mona. She tracked Great Wolf prints, hurrying when the tracks indicated some fight and mixed with blood. Leila found Mona inside her den gravely wounded by several spearheads. There were signs of other wolves who had wandered out, perhaps driven by hunger. One, however, stayed behind. A pup as black as the water had been all those nights ago when Leila and Maeve had ran off slept frailly near Mona. Leila left the den and returned with food. She picked up the pup and fed him outside.

Naming him Veit, Leila raised him, traveling around the wilder lands and visiting only the smaller villagers. Still, she felt lost. There had to be more. Leila was finally free of being the tool of the Briardales and even the pawn of Maeve, but she had no other purpose for herself. When she heard about the Wardens, she thought that maybe, just maybe, that could work.

Reason for joining the Wardens:

Leila joined the Wardens to find some sort of purpose for herself. Having finally escaped what she had been ‘meant’ for, she found herself missing any sort of meaning. Maybe, this is why she was chosen to be a Ranger. At the very least, this is a productive way to pass time and hone her and Veit’s skills.

Desired Connections:

Leila is rather new to the Wardens though has probably heard of a few members from tavern talk. She definitely knows of THE LEADER, though, and is wary of her and the other priests. Leila tends to avoid the priests, if possible.

R O L E P L A Y - S A M P L E

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   In the muffled light of creeping dusk, Leila’s lantern creaked and swung. The tufts of light followed her down and through the narrowed alleys of Blumebell like the essence of an incessant ghost. The weighty blanket of nearing sundown deadened even the metallic clangs and busy jostlings of dinner preparations and shop closings. Leila’s footfalls could have been of a cat’s but still they felt too loud, too rushed, to her ears. She held her breath when passing a window or doorway as if her breathing would make all the difference.

    But, she was not afraid. No, she was not afraid. Nervous, yes. Her heart was a persistent pecking bird; it knew no rest. Not even when the looming structure of her manor was far behind her. Not even when the sun fully buried itself beneath its deep purple grave. Leila felt her hummingbird of a pulse up until she saw Maeve.

    Standing beside a rowing boat, Maeve raised her lantern to shine on Leila’s face. Her hair flared like fire in the wind and the light. “About time you got the fuck outta there.” Maeve had turned to load Leila’s things into the boat but not before a brief grin.

    “I was biding my time.” Leila balanced herself into the front of the boat, raising the corner of her lips with the arch of her brows. “Mother did say to make my entrances and exits as memorable as possible.” She was expecting some comment, some laugh or joke, but was met with a humming nod. But the sea was the sea and they were in a wooden leaf of a boat so Lydia counted the reaction as concern. Though she knew Maeve and Maeve knew the sea and all its modes of transport.

    “Where would you like to go first, Maeve?” The question was thrust hopefully into the air between them. “After we complete my daring escape, of course.” Leila drummed her fingers on her lap, the soft claps gone beneath the waves. “I don’t have much gold on me anymore and I won’t be able to give you the safe house as promised but I’ve gotten fairly good at the slingshot. As a matter of fact, if there’s a rock-” Glancing behind her to the front of the boat for a rock jutting above the water, Leila found, instead, a solid shadow in the distance.

    In the darkness, lanterns lit. Leila stared. Maeve said nothing but the rowing wavered then slowed then quickened. Within Leila: a dawning and a sinking. In a whisper, “No.”

    Before Maeve had even met Leila, she had known of her brother’s death. After Maeve had met Leila, she had found out how Leila had been used. Maeve knew. Leila had shared memories with her as Maeve had shared hopes with Leila. They were friends. They were to be adventurers together.

    Again, “No.” Again, silence.

   “So, you’ve found a ship and a crew? Where are we going then?” Nothing even with Leila’s nervousness dripping into her speech. “Maeve, I like surprises but this is stretching a bit too much, would you not think so?” Nothing. Leila looked at her friend, she could see her eyebrows ridged above narrowed eyes.

    The boat stopped just short of the ship and Maeve reached to her side. She unsheathed her dagger and met Leila’s eyes. Maeve’s lips parted and Leila felt fear then, a drowning sort of dread, a knowing sort of dread. “I’m sorry.”

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Jedi Knight Kara Saje

Kara is an OC Jedi Knight, and kind of new.  I’m still working through all her layers, but I’m hopeful that I’ve got enough clear that you can point out the rough stuff.  Please and thank you.

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Name: Kara Saje (sa-jay) Aliases: Silver Gender: Female Sexual Orientation: Asexual Age: 25 Birthdate: ? Occupation: Jedi Knight/General of the Grand Army of the Republic, 425th Battalion; Search, Rescue, and Retrieval  Alignment: Chaotic good Group/Organizational Affiliations: Grand Army of the Republic (GAR), the Jedi Order (the Order), 425th command Family: Jedi Master Nikolas Saje (Father), Bennus Amir (cousin, Heir to the Prime Minister of the Ilan Sector) Best Friends: Knight Asara, Padawan Dorahan, Padawan Katrua Relationship Status: single Significant Other: N/A Other Relationships: Jedi Master Honso (deceased), Captain Zip, Lt Swoop, Lt Screech, Sergeant Blaze, and Knight Squadron: Chip, Fallback, Rusty, Mash, Hopper, Bones, Tiny, and Bounce. Sergeant Foggy, Sergeant Hook, Pilot Jumper, as well as the people of Bucket, Rusty, Home, and Shadow Squadrons. And Padawan Jaren “Hazard” Ros. Height: 5’7” Weight: 130 Build: Slender, athletic Skin Tone: Light brown Hair: Light brown with red highlights, usually cut short and spikey, but when left alone long enough will grow out enough to curl until it’s long enough that the weight pulls it straight. Eyes: Mud brown Identifying Marks: Irregular birthmark on her left wrist, and light saber scars on the back of both hands as well as light saber calluses on her hands. Appearance: Kara is Ilandrian and she looks it.  As a race, they tend to be a plain sort of people, not ugly, but not generally considered pretty. (There’s a cultural bias about pretty or charismatic people.)  She still has the short Padawan haircut, and is mostly convinced she’ll keep it because it’s easy to work with given how mercurial her hair can be depending on length and weight.  Kara is athletic, with a strong upper body from training with a light saber and basic hand to hand combat.  While she generally favors Jedi robes in brown and tan, after attaining Knighthood, she was gifted with battle gear in russet and silvery-grey that she is more likely to wear when in the field with her troops.

It’s fair to say that Kara pretty enough to be unforgettable.  Nothing about her features are unique one way or the other.  Her nose is straight and still unbroken, her mouth is well formed, her eyes are clear and level, even her ears are generic and unremarkable.  Unless dressed for battle, her clothes are generic and neutral for a Jedi.  While clearly feminine, she doesn’t have a large chest or curvy hips that might attract attention without effort and purposely styled clothing. Personality: Kara is a Jedi Knight, she’s been trained from birth to present a serene countenance to the galaxy in all ways.  While she’s skilled at presenting the appearance of serenity, she’s often struggled with being serene.  She’s grieving the recent death of her former Jedi Master, for one, and she struggles to be accepting of fools.  Sometimes she acts impetuously or impatiently, but she tries hard not to.

Kara likes having friends, she likes teasing them and making bad puns, and although she’s not a prankster, she is familiar with their ways.  She’s stubborn, but subtle, well able to think her way around rules without actually violating them and seeing her way to accomplish what SHE wants within the expectations of others.

Motivations: Kara wants to protect people and be a good Jedi.  She’s still not sure which one comes first for her, although she sometimes has nightmares about making the wrong choice. Current Goal: To fulfill her mission; search, rescue, and retrieval, with a minimal loss of troops. Life Goal: To be a respected Jedi Master. Motto: “Fake it until you make it” Best Quality: Kara cares about people, even when she doesn’t show it. Worst Quality: Kara’s fear, it makes her hesitant when she needs to be decisive. Fears: Failing her troops, Falling to Darkness, disappointing her fellow Jedi Hobbies: Drawing, jewelry making, bead making Talents: Drawing, languages Skills: lightsaber combat, jewelry making, bead making Abilities: Precog/clairvoyant visions, telekinesis, basic ‘Jedi mind tricks’, empathy Weapons: Lightsaber and blaster. Weaknesses: Empathy in combat, when faced with some sentients, her empathy can cause her to experience her opponent’s mindset and jar her out of a combative mind set.

Fighting Style: Kara prefers to use Form V of the lightsaber forms, usually the Shien discipline which is intended to be used against opponents with blasters.  She studied the Djem So, intended to be used against other lightsabers, and Form III, a more defensive style as well, but her experience is more with Shien.

Secret: Kara’s father, Master Nikolas Saje, wasn’t supposed to bring a child to the Temple, his cousin, the current Prime Minister of Ilan, was sterile and needed an heir so Nikolas agreed to step up only for Kara to be a strong force user.  Nikolas agreed to a second child while bringing Kara to the Temple.  Kara’s ‘cousin’ Bennus is her brother, and if something happened to Bennus and his parents, Kara or a child from her body would be the next Prime Minister of Ilan.  Her name is a play on the secret, Kara Saje could be viewed as Kaje Rasa, which basically means Secret Silver.  Kaje being the word used for a precious metal similar to silver that is used for Royal jewelry on Ilan and Rasa meaning secret. Influential Memory: Being nine, and having a vision that prompted her to talk to her father for the first time and learning her secret origins. Role Model: Master Honso, her Jedi Master Crush: None Source of Embarrassment: Losing her temper around others and acting on it. Source of Pride: Attaining her knighthood.

Notes: The official story about Kara’s history is that her dad had an affair during a cease fire negotiation, protected the woman during the civil war that followed when she turned up pregnant, and brought the Force sensitive child to the Temple when peace was restored.  If Nikolas Saje told anyone the truth of Kara’s birth, Kara doesn’t know about it.  She rarely interacts with her father anyways, as part of their mutual show of non-attachment.

Growing up in the crèche, Kara got herself in trouble simply because she drew visions and then followed them.  She’s never been afraid to act on her visions, no matter the consequences, because if the Force didn’t want her to act, she wouldn’t see those visions.  No matter what certain Masters have had to say about the validity of her talent.  She had few friends in the crèche, both because of her own struggle with social skills and her unique status as a Jedi’s child.  She did eventually make friends with other Initiatives from her clan, a Wookie named Katrua who was the first being to believe her about her drawings, and a Kiffar named Asara and a human named Dorahan who helped her deal with the bullies in the crèche at different times.

Asara was the first of the quartet to reach knighthood shortly before the Battle of Geonosis.  She is the group’s leader in a lot of ways, the oldest and boldest of the group.  Asara has frequently been called out for her impetuous nature and temper, although she has a knack for finding lost things that has seen her on a number of kidnappings both at the end of her Padawan period and before the Battle of Geonosis reworked the structure of the Order.

Dorahan is the only male of the group and the best diplomat of the group.  He and his master are on semi-permanent duty in the Senate, even with the war on.  Dorahan is good at social interactions on an impersonal basis, such as a Senate gala, but is otherwise the quietest member of the quartet.  If any of them can be called the voice of reason, it’s Dorahan.

Katrua is the researcher of the group, while a noted lightsaber duelist and generally good at combat, she prefers the Archives if given a choice.  Katrua almost went to the AgriCorps as an Initiate, but ended up in a debate with the Master Archivist, Jocasta Nu, on the interpretation of some documents recovered from Osussus, which impressed one of the other Jedi Archivists enough to take the Wookie as his Padawan.  The pair have a reputation for finding trouble in storage closets that means that Katrua often wins the ‘craziest mission’ free drink when they have time together.

Kara’s master specialized in search and rescue operations with the occasional retrieval, and Kara learned a lot from him on that front.   Honso never fully understood how her visions worked, but he encouraged her to share them and even act on them.  However, even Honso failed to listen at a critical moment.  They were fighting a defensive action after the Battle of Geonosis and Honso went to back up some of their troops some distance away from the other location, and Kara asked him to take a squad with him, and he refused and died when some of the Separatist droids ambushed him.

Kara underwent her Trials and was Knighted after she was pulled off the planet and sent back to Coruscant.  After her Trials, Kara specifically proposed the idea of a Search, Rescue, and Retrieval unit, mixing some of the Judicial people they had with a smaller compliment of Troopers to work to retrieve Jedi and Troopers from bad situations and to retrieve relics from the Jedi enclaves located on contested worlds.  As the idea was found to have merit and she was given a ship, and a company of Troopers to start with.  Her first order onboard the ship created what would come to be known as Knight Squadron, a squad of Troopers who would be her constant companions on missions.

As far as the Retrieval, her captain is a Bothan known as Sei’lar who works very well with Kara, bringing his knowledge of ships, ship warfare, and his ship’s particular capabilities.

The 425th Battalion currently consists of a single “company” (technically half a company) consisting of five squads of ten, three officers, and a single squad of pilots who handle shuttles and fighters.

Lieutenant Swoop is in charge of Hawkbat Squadron, or the pilots.  He’s not as close with Kara as Seeker Company in general, but he respects her and they can work well together.

Captain Zip is the Trooper in charge of Seeker Company and he is Kara’s partner.  They’re still working out the kinks, but Kara trusts Zip to handle his half of their missions since she usually takes her squad to carry out part and leaves the other half/distraction to Zip.  (Such as she tracking down a Jedi in need and leaving Zip to collect the troopers after their escape pods crashed in different areas.)

Lieutenant Screech heads up the so-called Home Squad, which is in charge of securing base camp or the primary landing zone and is their primary medic.  He is frequently exasperated and confounded by their Jedi General’s habits and occasional lack of self-care.  They have a professional relationship based on the expectation that the other will do their job properly.

Sergeant Blaze leads Knight Squadron, and he tends to stick strongly to military discipline and protocol, especially around other squads.  He’s very grounded in the here-now, a useful compliment to Kara’s occasional forays into the Force.

Chip is Kara’s closest companion.  They met on the ship before their mission and he expressed doubt about her skills and she proved him wrong, then asked him if he could take orders from her even with the chip on his shoulder.  He promptly adopted Chip as his name and adopted Kara as another of his siblings.  He trusted her enough to let her use the Force to lift him a hundred feet in the air during a fire fight, and then volunteered the second time.  They are developing a strong sibling relationship.

Bones is the Knight Squad medic, and after their first mission, he’s contemplating the value of hyposprays and painkillers.  (After she, you know, punched a robot off a cliff, dislocated her wrist, and refused painkillers on account that they make her sleepy.)  He likes Kara, he just doesn’t understand her.

Fallback is the squad’s big brother type.  He likes taking care of people and he’s decided to adopt Kara.  Kara’s not entirely sure she wants to be adopted yet, but she’s willing to try it out.

Kara doesn’t have a strong individual relationship with the rest of her squad, given they’ve known each other all of a week and a half and a single battle field, but the possibilities are there.  Of course, the first time she tells them ‘I’ll be right behind you,’ and finds herself thrown over a shoulder and hauled out of there, she kind of gets it.  They’re adopting her whether she wants it or not.  (And she kind of really wants it when she forgets about that No Attachment rule.)

Among the Jedi, she interacts the most with Mace Windu, who she admires greatly and is completely terrified of.  She has fond memories of her Clan Master as a youngling, and some of her teachers liked her well enough, but most of her Jedi relationships are professional and polite.  She doesn’t even have a close bond to her father, they’ve met maybe five times, and while he’s given her a number of useful gifts over the years, they don’t talk.  Kara is at times content with and confused by her father.  On the one hand, their face to face meetings have always been model examples of the no attachment clause, but on the other he bought her the special datapad for her drawing, and gave her the armor she uses.

The last real relationship that Kara is/will develop is with her first Padawan, Jaren “Havoc” Ros, an orphaned Padawan who is “command shy” because it is and is not his fault that his Master died.  (Remember kids, friendly fire isn’t).  While they are close in age, Kara takes on her role seriously, she’s teacher more than friend, especially in the beginning.  She even figures out a way to keep him in the field and ease him into the idea of commanding troopers again over the course of the first year and a half of the war.  (Besides long distance work with Jedi Mind Healers, that is.)

Hi! This is D. I appreciate your patience in waiting for this review..

It's clear that you've put a ton of thought into Kara given the sheer amount of detail in her profile. I think there's a great basis for a character here, though some of the included aspects struck me as a little strange.

Starting from the top down, I'm a little confused by her alias. Namely I'm not sure who would know about it beyond Kara's father, and as established in the profile they barely speak with one another. Is it a secret callsign they use to discuss things privately? Or is it more of a petname? I'm just not sure what purpose it serves, beyond being used as a method of allowing Kara's name to switch around and give away the secret of her birth. As fun as that is to do as an author, it doesn't really seem like a choice someone who actually wants to keep that a secret would make. As a reference to her Jedi armor or as something the clone troopers call Kara (out of acceptance or as a hidden callsign) it seems like it'd fit better in addition to having more presence in the story.

The mention of the 'Birthdate' being a question mark doesn't really add anything. The fact that Kara didn't know about her parents and the circumstances surrounding her birth is addressed in much better detail later in the profile. Unless a character's specific birthdate is important, that section really isn't that necessary (and without any actual information to present, it just takes up space).

Something I'd like to highlight as well done is Kara's Occupation. It emphasized what she is, who she works with/for, and what her specialty is in very succinct fashion. Each aspect is reflective of other parts of the profile, be it Kara's Jedi upbringing, her service to the Republic, her relationship with her specific group of clones, and her forte with the Force. All too often do profiles with military bents completely fail to recognize that military units and personnel usually have specializations. Just mentioning that Kara is a Jedi Knight and a General of the Republic would have been decent, but emphasizing that her role is for 'Search, Rescue, and Retrieval' gives her a unique position that's specific to her character.

Moving on, I'm not sure what purpose a traditional tabletop Alignment serves for a Star Wars character. Especially classifying a Jedi as Chaotic. In the context of Star Wars, the only two defined alignments are the Light Side and the Dark Side – Chaos and Law aren't cosmic principals like they are in tabletop games such as Dungeons and Dragons. Beyond that, by their nature Jedi aren't chaotic individuals. They're basically space paladins when you come right down to it, and even clever paladins with creative interpretations of the rules will still follow them (or, of course, they cease to be paladins). Which is something reflected on in Kara's Personality section. That Kara will 'think her way around rules without actually violating them' as opposed to outright ignoring them and disregarding what others expect of her paints her at best as Neutral Good. Still, I'd suggest doing away with the Dungeons and Dragons Alignment and just stating Kara's status on the Light or Dark Side of the Force. Let her Personality section speak for her opinions regarding conformity, individuality, and social mores – it does a much more characterizing job of that anyway.

I've got no issue with the list of her Relationships or her Physical Traits, though I did get hung up on her Appearance section. I'm not told what an 'Ilandrian' is (and I couldn't find any actual world called Ilan when I attempted to look it up), so stating that she definitely looks like a member of her race doesn't tell me much of anything. The biggest information I got from her Appearance section is that Kara is plain and basically human-like. However, Star Wars has plenty of human-like aliens with minor differences (horns, biological markings, chromatic skin color, weird eyes, etc.) in addition to worlds that refer to humans by different names, so I'm left unsure if she's human or not. Clarifying Kara's species and specifically what makes her Ilandrian would be a solid addition (perhaps include a 'Race' section with the prior 'Height/Weight/Etc.' traits?). Also, given the focus on her generic appearance, I'm pretty certain the remark that Kara is 'unforgettable' ought to have been 'forgettable' instead. The mentions about her physique, preferred clothing, and hairstyle were all very good additions though, that make a lot of sense for her character (both as a Jedi and given Kara's Personality).

Speaking of Kara's Personality section, while concise I do like what was included. A lot of it reinforces the fact that she's having to deal with all of these things (being a Jedi Knight, detachment, commanding a military force and the rules/regulations therein) at just 25 years old. It makes sense that she knows how to act like a Jedi given that she's been surrounded by them her entire life, but she's also still young and still wants connections with others (desiring friends, occasionally acting rashly, etc.). I also really like the mention that she's yet to get over the death of her Master. Not only does it help reflect her empathy but given what's said about her relationship with Honso it's almost like the relationship she never had with her actual father. There's that much more depth there, beyond Kara just not having come fully into her own as a Jedi yet. There's a lot of humanizing aspects here that I think work really well.

I have no major comments about the rest of Kara's Personality Traits – they all seem consistent with her established Personality and capabilities as a Jedi. Her Motto struck me as a little odd at first, though it is hugely reflective of Kara being 'outwardly serene, inwardly struggling.' In retrospect it's a really relatable motto for a twenty-five year old suddenly thrown under mountains of responsibility. For all the fantastical elements surrounding her, Kara's Personality definitely feels realistic – she's only got so much of a handle on life (and herself) so of course there's a level of, well, faking it until she makes it. Also, I liked the clarification on the specifics for her fighting styles. Star Wars has a ton of dense lore and the different lightsaber styles are no exception, so emphasizing where exactly her strengths are make Kara's capabilities that much more clear.

Regarding Kara's Secret, I don't have any suggestions for changing anything though I would like to know more about how it's affected her. Given the code of no attachment that Jedi live under, Kara is essentially a physical embodiment of the code not being perfect. She's still able to do good things despite her entire existence stemming from someone breaking away from Jedi teachings. How does that reflect of her point of view regarding the Order? Is it part of why she's willing to bend the rules, but won't break them? Does she actually believe in all the teachings of the Order, or does she have some disagreements? Beyond that, while the concept of her secretly being the heir apparent to Ilan is interesting, given the context when this story takes place (the Clone Wars) and the way that context ends (Order 66, the destruction or the Jedi, etc.) I'm a little concerned as to how much narrative impact that aspect of Kara's secret will have. It's understandable that it's mostly absent from her profile except when it's explicitly highlighter (it's a secret after all) but I'm not sure where exactly Kara's character arc will go with it. Especially considering the overall ending in the Star Wars canon proper. The angle of Kara being the secret daughter of a prior Jedi Master is interesting (particularly given her with Jaren and prior relationship with Honso), but I'm not sure what the connection to the royal family of Ilan adds. Does she end up defending Ilan during the war? Is she assigned to rescue Bennus, and things become more complicated from there? This is a key aspect to her character and given it's status as a secret it's got to come back around sooner or later (otherwise what's the point?). Emphasizing a bit more on how Kara's connections to Ilan will come into play would help cement things that much more.

Lastly, Kara's Notes section could be broken up into separate 'Backstory' and 'Relationships' sections. Covering the details surrounding Kara's birth, her childhood, training, and Trials would make for a solid Backstory section (leaving Kara precisely where she's at within the start of the story), while all of the relationship specifics can be kept in their own sections. There's a lot of characterizing touches in these sections, but with all of them listed under Notes it kind of lumps together a bit. I don't think you should change any of the presented information, just reformat it a bit and polish up bits that need it. Even the bit about Kara's Padawan Jaren as a sort of 'ongoing' development works well, as much as I usually don't care for 'Have yet to happen' relationships. Breaking the relationships up between Jedi Order and Clone Trooper sections would help give it a bit more organization.

All in all, there's a lot of great characterization in Kara's profile. Her personality is consistent, her concept is interesting, and she's got a lot of relationships that each have their own details and connections. There were a few places where I got hung up, but nothing nearly dire enough to throw off the pace of the profile itself (or throw me out of the profile entirely). Kara's profile is already really solid, just retouch a bit and she'll be good to go!

I hope this helps!

-D

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ME:A Countdown Ryder Meme

Days 30-18

ORIGINAL POST

So I'm late to this meme but I really wanted to do it to help me flesh out my Ryder!! :3c Under the cut because I'm behind a few days oops~

30 Days: Will you play SisRyder or BroRyder first? Why? How does your Ryder define their gender?

SisRyder! Just because I have more ideas for her background & personality. Also I'm just coming out of playing the Witcher 3 and to be honest, I'm quite tired of playing a guy for over 150 hours so there's that. However I'll most likely end up doing a Bro!Ryder playthrough as well after. I usually start out with a female OC because they’re easier for me to identify with and roleplay as. For those reasons her pronouns will be she/her (unless I change my mind later haha).

29 Days: What is your Ryder’s name? Why did you pick this name - is there a meaning or origin story behind it? Do they go by any nicknames? What would you name their sibling, father and mother if you were able to choose?

My Ryder goes by her nickname 'Midnight' in-game but her real name is 'Medina'. It's a codename she received during her sniper training for the Pathfinder program. Her combat style very much incorporates stealth tactics and her teammates claimed that she 'could perfectly hit a target in pitch darkness from miles away'. One day her brother started calling her that too, and it just sort of stuck. Their father is the only one who calls her by her real name. If I could name her bro, I'd probably go with Kalem. I'm fine with their dad's name.

28 Days: Are you going to use the default appearance or create a custom Ryder? If custom, describe your Ryder’s physical appearance (hair color, eye color, skin color, height, weight, facial features, any scars or tattoos, racial origin, etc). If you have art and/or a face-claim, feel free to add them here

A custom Ryder for sure!!! Midnight naturally has shoulder- length black hair that she dyes dark blue (haven't decided if she dyes all of it or just the tips yet BUT YKNOW). She only originally did it because her bro always teased her that she never did anything fun/unique with her appearance (she doesn't have tattoos, piercings, wears little make-up, no jewelry) but ended up liking it in the end and decided to keep that look. Since I love projecting onto my OCs, she and her brother will be mixed - half white, half central-asian. Don't have a face/body claim yet but she's quite short (5'3) and not overly muscular (seeing as she was mostly preparing to be a scientist, not a marine). Her brother is the one who has a lot of tattoos, an ear piercing, and is quite stocky since he did a lot of physical training to be a soldier.

27 Days: Are you going to use the default appearance for Ryder’s sibling or customize them? Describe your ideas for their sibling’s and father’s physical appearance. 

Already answered that in the previous question oops. I'd like to customize Bro!Ryder to look as much as his sis, if that option is available. I actually don't mind default Dad's appearance tbh? The only thing is, I figure he'd have a lot more scars thanks to his long and colourful military career. I figure Kalem would try to match him in that too.

26 Days: Do you have a specific class profile or mix of class profiles in mind for Ryder?

Stealth, long-range, and tech skills are the way to go for Midnight. I don't know if the classes will be the same in Andromeda or not but based on the previous three games, she'd either be Adept or Engineer. She will definitely have that Tactical Cloak, Overload, and Hacking abilities ready. Kalem, on the other hand would definitely be a Soldier or Vanguard class.

25 Days: Describe Ryder’s favorite combat style. Bioware call Peebee a “gunslinger” and describe Liam as a “close-range fighter” - how would you describe Ryder’s combat role/strengths? What are some of their favorite biotic/tech/other abilities?

Midnight is stealth and tech expert. She doesn't act rashly but considers carefully her every move. She's also resourceful and will use her environment to her advantage if she can. Since she isn't super strong she will probably have to rely a lot on her learned knowledge of her enemies' weaknesses. She prefers long-range guns and only resorting to close-quarter combat if she knows she can use her Tactical cloak and one-shot the enemy. She doesn't take unnecessary risks and she isn't reckless like her brother (or at least at the start of the game, we'll see how/if that will change as she grows into her role as the leader). She won her local science fair by building a robot when she was little and her love of robotics persists to this day. You will usually see her hack other machines or set up a turret to help her out.

24 Days: Which squadmates do you think will best compliment Ryder’s combat style? Alternatively, who do you plan to take out most in the field?

Hmm, since we haven't had a chance to get to know the companions yet, I really can't say for sure! I do kinda feel that she and Vetra would get along really well on the battlefield. Cora too probably? But I'll most likely rotate who she takes with her on missions so I can get to know them all better.

23 Days: Which weapons or category of weapons will Ryder prefer? Describe their favorite loadout.

Midnight's first love is a sniper rifle but she will most likely try to switch to another weapon so she can be on the front lines with her squad. She hates the idea of just sitting back in relative safety while her teammates put themselves in danger (it's a matter of honour, I guess) so she will train real hard to get good with other weapons (plus a sniper rifle is heavy af). I can see her choosing light pistols, also energy weapons (I think they showed in the trailer? cant remember their name) and maybe assault rifles. No for shotguns tho.

22 Days: Will Ryder craft? What are you most excited about crafting? Do you have any names in mind already for weapons?

I'm not too excited about crafting but my Ryder would definitely be :'D I can honestly see her crafting weapons and developing armour plans in her spare time, or when she has a lot on her mind. She likes to keep her hands busy. She'd be the kind who evaluates her team's combat skills and would develop weapons for them to boost their efficiency or accuracy. Also, she...often has insomnia and can't sleep so I can see her staying up all night and getting carried away crafting stuff for her team or herself. She'd need help naming her weapons tho - she gives them standard, boring names like 2K-501 but her bro would be the one to name them something ridiculous like 'Demolisher'.

21 Days: What are Ryder’s personality traits? Describe 5 strengths and 5 flaws.

Midnight is very hard-working and once she sets her mind on something, she gets it done. It can be a bad thing, however, since she tends to overwork herself a lot. She's a great planner and prefers to use her mind and diplomacy to solve problems and only resorts to violence if there's no other way. Because of this, however, she's a very inexperienced soldier who's not used to being a leader. She joined the Andromeda Initiative mainly to keep an eye on her brother, to keep him safe. Kalem's really the one who wanted to be the hero and lead the team but instead his sister was chosen, and as much as he loves his sister it was a bit of a blow to his ego. Whereas her brother is a rule-breaker, Midnight likes sticking to a routine or a strict set of rules. She isn't above questioning orders from her superiors, however. It's kind of her nature to question everything...she's very inquisitive and curious about everything. She was studying to be a scientist so learning about history or other species is absolutely fascinating to her. But because she is an inexperienced leader & soldier, she can get emotional during battle and do stupid, reckless things. Her brother teases her that he's rubbing off of her.

20 Days: What first impressions does Ryder tend to give people? Do they have any ‘odd’ or specific mannerisms, habits or other quirks? How do they present and carry themselves?

Midnight can seem serious and strict at first. Once she's given a mission, she becomes very focused, almost fixated on it. To really get to know her, you need to catch her off-guard, probably off the battlefield when her tactical mind isn't whirring and trying to plan 3 steps ahead. She handles diplomatic/political issues with ease but can be really awkward in personal social situations and is still struggling to be the charismatic leader she is expected to be. Despite all her knowledge and training she can be really naïve and as a result, ends up being a very easy victim to teasing (which her brother does all the time). Despite everything, she cares deeply for her teammates and her family and would go to any lengths to protect them. She's very good at controlling her emotions and can stay calm under pressure but gets completely overwhelmed when matters of the heart come into play :')

19 Days: Where would Ryder fall in the classic Paragon/Renegade morality system? What would their D&D alignment be? If you know their personality type in any personality typing systems (such as MBTI and Enneagram - you can find various type descriptions and tests using Google), feel free to add and discuss them here.

HOO BOY Midnight is definitely Paragon. At the beginning of the game, she starts out as a Lawful good which changes as the game progresses. I'd say her true self is somewhere on the neutral spectrum. Again, she starts out as INTJ (The Architect) and as she warms up to her team and grows into her role, becomes ISFJ (The Defender). Her Enneagram is Type 1: The Reformer.

18 Days: What qualities does Ryder like and dislike in other people? Are there any things they particularly appreciate or can’t stand?

Midnight hates disorder/chaos and she isn't really fond of surprises, since she likes to plan and be prepared for anything. Reckless, headstrong, aggressive or overly close-minded people who refuse to listen she'd have a hard time dealing with as well. She doesn't like insubordination either as it makes her feel incompetent as a leader. She admires idealistic, just people, those who are willing to do anything - even sacrifice themselves - to save others or do the right thing. She also admires humour and charisma, since she kinda sees herself as lacking those at the moment. Loyalty means everything to her, as well.

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