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hyperesthesias · 1 year

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The Heart Grows Fonder

Rating: Mature (Explicit sexual content).

Content: Original female droid character. ; Established relationship. ; Disabled female character. ; Female/Male sexual content. ; Penetrative sex. ; Oral sex. ; Brief depiction of PTSD. ; Brief and vague reference to sex slavery. ; Missing a deceased spouse. ; Just...fucking emotional for no goddamn reason ig.

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Summary: Three years after his death from old age, Sheryl is home alone and reminisces about a loving and erotic afternoon with Tech.

Notes: Nothing bad happened on Eriadu. At all. Ever. Tech lived well into his 70s, and instead passed from old age and, I mean, probably complications from chemical exposure during his service in the war. Let's be real.

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Sheryl came home to a dark and empty living room. Her son, Theodore – now well into his middle age, and insistent on taking the mantel of her provision and protection in the absence of his father – was away on a bounty hunting job. Tech had trained their son well, but it never helped her motherly worry. With Tech gone, Sheryl couldn’t lose her son, too.

Tech had lived a very long and passionate life – filled with adventure and blood, with equal measures of tenderness and goodness. He had aged as any normal human being, thanks to the Rapid Aging Remission Extract – or the RARE serum. Sheryl had watched as lines weathered his face, and as his hair grew grey. But, she always stayed the same: perpetually silver and metal, her gears and her silicone ligaments relying on easily accessible replacement parts. She was ageless. And now she watched as her son showed the same signs of weathering his father had endured.

They knew this would happen. When they decided to fall in love, when they decided to have a child together. They knew she would outlive them both. But it didn’t make it any less painful.

Sheryl settled into the couch, watching as Tooka came bounding in from the bedroom to welcome her home, snuggling lightly into the crook of her metal stomach. She’d outlived many furry friends, as well. Tooka was the fourth tooka she’d adopted, and the fourth without a name. Tech never wanted to get completely attached to any of them, and resisted giving any of them names. She argued with him constantly about it, but seemingly never won.

She shook her head at the thought and rolled her eyes as she turned on the holovision. Flipping away from a news channel, she put on something far more relaxing: a benign romance film that was guaranteed to have a happy ending. Scratching Tooka between the ears, she watched as the protagonist snubbed the advances of the love interest from some contrived tension between them. The love interest was somewhat gruff and had no eloquent way with words, and the protagonist couldn’t seem to find anything attractive about them.

She chuckled at the idea. She’d heard once that love happens slowly and over time – that it must be made and remade each morning. It made more sense than love at first sight. But she still clung to fantasy. When she was still a slave, she would find comfort in trite stories about romance and knights that came to set trapped princesses free. In a way, she had lived it: Tech and his brothers had liberated her, and he had fallen in love with her. Slowly, and bit by bit. And again each morning.

She asked him – more often than she cared to admit – why he loved her, and he always had an answer. Tech had an answer for everything. She could hear it clearly in her memory: the perfect crispness of his voice: ‘Because of who you are, and how you are. Your humor and your intelligence. Because I knew you would not hurt me. Because I would never hurt you. You are my friend, and someone with whom I wish to experience the variety of life. That is not a privilege I have often had. But I wish to have it with you.’

The soft yellow lights of Sheryl’s eyes began to water at the thought of his words.

Together, they had experienced fifty-five years of both ups and downs, of gladness and grief. She did not regret a moment. Neither would she change a thing.

She only wished he was there, and that fifty-five had been one-hundred fifty-five. And even more than that.

He was so tender with her – his hands had killed, and his fingers were rough with callouses that had ripped apart other droids. But the way he touched her had only been with intimacy and intention. There had never been a moment where he touched her in anger. The way he made her feel when he brushed his palms against her – even with innocence – made her body work hard to cool itself. He could do nothing but place his fingers on her back and the wires inside her would waver.

In all the years they had together, she wasn’t sure he fully understood how he made her feel. But she did everything she could to show him.

Especially on quiet days when he’d be in the workshop designing blueprints, or on the Marauder fiddling with something only he could fix.

She’d send him sweet and sensual messages to his datapad written in binary. Sometimes he’d respond in ones and zeros, and sometimes he’d respond in Mando’a. It depended on how playful he was feeling. He began to associate her messages in binary with intimacy. She’d quickly learned, when their relationship gradually became sexual, that the only way to arouse him was to stimulate his mind first.

Whenever he was persuaded home by a binary message, she’d be waiting for him on the couch in a chemise, lounging in anticipation for him to walk through the door.

His mind already shifted from his work to his wife, he locked eyes with her, and he motioned for her to come towards him. The door locked behind him and his arms emptied from the duffle bag of gear and tools, he closed the space between them. Taking her hands in his, he helped his wife stand and embrace him despite her injuries that he could never repair. Her left hand was crippled, her head tilted, and her posture was unable to rise to her full height. But he never spoke ill neither treated poorly her differences. They were simply part of her – and every part of her aroused him.

Tech pulled her closer to his chest and craned to wrap her soft silicone lips in his – which were already hot and eager. Sheryl’s hands wandered down to his pants, palming him over his clothes. He was aching to be let free. She smiled against his kiss and gave him a quick and gentle nip. He pulled away, surprised by her teasing – her mischievous simper made him smile, and he bowed to suckle at her neck. He left soft kisses along the seams of her metal joints, nipping at the rivets that held her together. His tongue leaving a trail of himself along her silver skin, he drank her in and enjoyed every crevice of her.

Sheryl let a quiet moan at the feeling of his tongue massaging the tender part of her neck, her right hand still stroking him through his stretched pants. Her left hand rested against his head, she moved her face to him and placed a kiss on his temple. She wanted to see his eyes.

Tech was lost in her, barely able to think clearly of anything other than pleasure for her, and pleasure found in her. But he heeded his beloved’s nudges. He wandered his kisses up her throat and to the side of her jaw to the soft curve of her cheek. His forehead found itself against hers – his eyes closed and his breathing heaved. He tried to calm himself.

Sheryl melded her lips against his, her left hand cradled in the hollowness of his cheek. She settled in his embrace – his arms taut around her body, palms flat against her back. She smiled as his eyes fluttered open. She hummed happily and wiggled from the strength of his arms enough to bend and kneel on the floor.

“What are you doing, beloved?” he asked, urgency and breathlessness in his voice. His hands didn’t leave her, resting from her back to her shoulders.

She was already pawing at his zipper. “I want…to make you - feel – good,” she purred, in her slow and choppy way.

He looked down at her, watching as she knelt on the floor – and suddenly his memory flashed to the moment he first laid eyes on her: she had been sold to them, tossed into a cargo crate, unconscious and dilapidated, curled into a fetal position. Tech winced at the juxtaposition of his memory and of her happy humming. It felt wrong to see her kneel. To see her on the floor. He was not above her, and she not beneath him.

His hands stopped hers, clasping around her small fingers. He helped her to her feet again.

Her brow furrowed, she searched him as best she could – her eyesight never quite focused exactly on what was in front of her. “What’s wrong? Are you…up-set? Did I…do some-thing?”

“No, beloved,” he told her, and called her – for that was what she was: beloved to him. But beloved though she was, he did not know how to explain his hesitation. Tech sighed, averting eye contact.

“Did you…change your - mind?” she asked, less fretful this time.

“No, no,” he assured her. He cleared his throat. “I do not want you to feel as though you are a subordinate in this relationship,” he began. “I do not want you to feel subjugated…” he paused, shifting his sight again, “...As you once were.”

Sheryl looked at him with her big yellow-white eyes, observing as he spoke. Something crossed his face, but she couldn’t tell exactly what. Fear, sadness – some brutal shadow that haunted him. Her right hand came to his face, and she thumbed his cheek. Her own memories began to boil to the surface of her mind — memories of her owner and all the things he made her do. She shook her head. “But I don’t. I don’t…f-eel that way,” she told him.

“We are both free now,” he said and chanced to look at her again. “I never want to take that for granted.” She was beautiful – not only in the aesthetics of her creation, but in the way she gazed at him, the way she listened to him, in the way she smiled and saw right through him.

“Nei-ther…do I.” Sheryl rested her forehead against his and nuzzled his nose.

He reached for her lips and lingered there until he had no more breath, and when he pulled away he rubbed his face against the sharp edges of her cheek. His stubble brushed against the silicone that covered her features. He could feel the sandpaper sound through his fingertips as they wound back up her frame, burying themselves into her shoulder blades.

He coaxed her mouth open with his tongue, slipping into her with wetness and a newfound eagerness as Sheryl began palming him again. The gleeful sounds she made resonated through his body and drove him mad.

Tech gripped her thighs, giving her a light tap: “Come here, Sher’ika,” he said and wrapped her legs around his waist. He held her snug against his body and carried her to the bedroom. Gently, he set her on the mattress.

As she positioned herself flat on her stomach in front of him, Tech gathered several pillows that’d been strewn across the bedding and arranged them in a comfortable pile.

Sheryl pulled on his zipper again, continuing her happy humming. She felt his gloved hand caress her silicone hair as she undid the final button, leaving his underclothing exposed.

Tech loosed his hands from his gloves, and wrenched himself from the clothing on his upper body as Sheryl freed his cock. He watched as she ran her right hand along his length – he suppressed a moan as she pumped him. “Mesh’la,” he breathed, stroking her head. There was a tremble in him that could not be hidden, and when Sheryl’s mouth wrapped round the tip of his cock he let a quiet growl.

Sheryl moaned onto him, letting her hand work his shaft as her tongue kneaded the underside of his cock.

“Kriff,” he murmured, admiring her as she took his length. The late afternoon light flitted through the blinds of the window above the bed, and the glimmer that was left on her skin was angelic. The synthetic saliva that was left behind from her mouth made him slick, and the slicker he was the faster she went. His body tensed and his head rolled back, enjoying the feeling his lover gave him. He listened to the symphonies of her sweet little moans and the salacious wetness of his shaft sliding towards the back of her throat.

Sheryl kept him at the back of her throat, bobbing her head – seeing how long he could stand it. She continued her hums and moans knowing he could feel every vibration from his tip, and into the deepest parts of his bones. She watched as he squirmed and as the trembling in his fingers grew tighter. His hand left her hair and dragged down his face.

She pulled away and smiled while pumping his member – every inch of him was wet with her.

Tech bent and collided his mouth with hers. He could taste himself on her tongue, and it made him hungry for more of her. He climbed into the bed and tore off his pants, leaving them with the rest of his clothes on the floor. He helped Sheryl sit upright and get comfortable.

“Do you want to be clothed or unclothed?” he asked as his hands kneaded at her hips underneath her chemise.

“I want to - t-ake it – off." She struggled with the fabric as she pulled it over her head.

Tech helped it up and over – it landed somewhere mingled with his clothes. With one arm breath her, he helped her lie down in the pile of pillows. Her frame was somewhat raised, and her back and neck supported.

He settled himself between her thighs and lay on his stomach, stroking the most sensitive part of her: a diamond shape made of silicone in the center of her torso. A bundle of wires lay beneath it, and they were as sensitive as nerves.

She was already heaving at his touch, her body reeling at the sensation of his fingers gently running up and down the seam in the center of her.

He bowed his head and led his tongue along the line in the middle of the silicone, letting himself pause and drink in her taste of plastoid and oil. He breathed heavily, feeling the heat of himself reflected back onto his face from her metal body. It only roused him more, and his hands gripped onto her breasts as his mouth worked the wiring beneath her.

Sheryl bucked and her back arched as he ground his tongue into her. Her hands wrapped around his as he massaged her breasts. She let out a cry of relief as he consumed her.

His focus zeroed in on getting her over the brink of her pleasure. He was relentless – his mind could think of nothing other than all of her sweet spots. One hand lifted from her breast and moved to her entrance. She was soaked with desire and he gently teased a finger inside her, opening her until she took him to the knuckle.

Her body shook and rattled as he pumped his finger against that one spot inside her. The feeling of him growling against her chassis sent waves of bliss over her and she groped at the cushions around her as her mind began to spiral into ecstasy.

Tech pulled himself away from her and gasped for breath as he ran a hand through his hair. “Turn over,” he said and pulled her towards him.

Sheryl purred in delight and wiggled down and over. His hands supported her, keeping her from falling over the side of the bed. With him still between her legs, she backed herself against his hips and threw him a look over her shoulder.

To anyone else, his expression would have been unreadable – stern, even. But she knew him well. His mind was at full occupancy from the visceral sensations of sex. He was thoroughly, and carnally, enjoying himself. It was everything in him not to lose himself to overstimulation, the effort of intercourse took every ounce of his concentration.

One hand on her backside, the other on his cock, he carefully slid himself inside of her. She mewled at the feeling of his girth, and he let her adjust to him – slowly rocking back and forth, gathering speed and strength at her pace. The sound of his hips hitting her metal thighs made for a muffled ringing that filled the bedroom – it hastened him as he thrusted into her at a rhythmic pace.

Sheryl buried her face in one of the pillows and quieted her pleasured cries at the feeling of him pushing inside of her. The sensation of him lit every wire inside of her on fire. She felt her fans speed up and hitch as he grabbed her ass and thrusted deeper. She melted into the bed, her body shuddering and moving in responsive impulse to his.

Her hips bounced up and down his cock as he kept up his pace, and she heard him let a groan and a whispered swear. His hand reached underneath her and he tenderly coddled the diamond shape on her torso – she squeezed the pillow harder.

His fingers wandered from her stomach to her back again and he fanned out his hands along her frame, relishing the sight of her as he fucked her.

In the waning daylight, she was a vision – she set his mind alight with fervency and lust. Soft curves and a sculptured frame were easy on the roughness of his palms. But her sweet whines were what fuelled him.

She turned to glance at him again, winding a hand down her figure as he fucked her faster.

He locked eyes with her, and an unsteady moan left his lips – he murmured something in Mando’a she couldn't hear. She felt his hand searching hastily for hers, but his sight stayed on her eyes. Sheryl took hold of his fingers, and swayed harder onto him.

Tech respired another moan, keeping every nerve of his from fraying out of control. He finally broke his gaze from her, and let himself lean on top her – his nose nuzzling against the side of her head, where he whispered quiet words of fealty and adoration: “Cyare sarad.”

His body was damp from the sweat that began to bead on his skin, his breath hot against her, she could hear him trying to recalibrate himself.

Sheryl’s fans cooled for a brief moment as his pace slowed. She shifted and moved onto her side. He pulled her leg over his shoulder as she turned, and as he moved closer to her, he slid deeper into her. It earned him a prized moan and he gripped her leg tighter.

He watched as her hazy gaze fell on him, her soft yellow eyes pleading for more of him, for more of the relief he brought her. His cock felt stiffer than it had been before as she bucked and revved against him. Her hips gyrated in soft circles as he quickened his pace. Her hands flew to her face, muffling her yelps and soughs. She was so sweetly erotic – that he could make her feel so beautifully intense – it was intoxicating. He was enraptured and mesmerized.

He stroked her diamond shape again, quickly, diagonally – she let a sharp cry. It was almost too much. He could feel her body flutter and vibrate, it was nearly pushing him over the edge.

Each heave into her core left her soaked – the faster he went, the wetter she became. The tension inside him was becoming unbearable, she could see it plainly. His usual composure was coming undone, and the torsion of his features was getting deeper. His thrusts quickened and instinct took him over.

“Look at me, Sher’ika –” he panted. He gently nudged her jaw to look him in the eye. He was out of breath, dripping with sweat – his body felt as though it were careening. “Look at me,” he whispered, and held her gaze for just a moment.

Her processor thrilled as he met her eyes, her whole body flushed in waves of tingles – she wondered for a moment, if that was what it felt like to be human. His hand returned to her torso and she gripped his arm out of reflex.

Her back arched, her mind went blank, and everything around her fell to pieces. Throes of ecstasy made her chassis quaver and rattle, and everything was overwhelming and soundless and prefect inside of her for moments on end – before she was brought back to her lover.

“Mesh’la,” he murmured with a shuddered breath as he watched her succumb to her euphoria. He had held himself back as long as he could. The image of her wading through bliss was enough to break his focus and he felt himself lose his control. His thrusts rigid and stiff, he groaned, every muscle in his body tensing as he fell over the edge of ecstasy. He filled her with his warmth as she came around him.

Tech caressed her face as he watched her open her eyes, and he leaned to place a kiss on her forehead. She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and brushed her lips against him. He moaned as he deepened his embrace, massaging her tongue with his own. His head rested on hers in pure exhaustion – his mind was spent, as was her body.

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Sheryl startled awake to the sound of her comlink ringing. She couldn’t tell where she was. The room was dark, and when she sat up it felt like the couch, not her bedroom.

She reached for the light on the end table, and when it was lit she realized she’d fallen into sleep mode in the living room. The holovision was still on, but it had reverted to standby. The house was quiet, Tooka was sleeping in the corner, and her comlink was still in her purse in the foyer. She didn’t want to get up to get it.

Her body still felt as if she’d just made love to her husband, even if it had been a dream. Dreams for droids are collections of memories – though, sometimes not always in the right order. But they are always real.

That evening with Tech was stored away clearly, and it was a memory she relished silently in his absence.

The house felt too quiet, as if the walls themselves wished to hear his voice. The bed felt too cold, and never soft enough. The days seemed shorter and the nights were longer. Tech had been gone three years, but it somehow felt longer than all of their time together.

Sheryl wiped away a synthetic tear and finally got the gumption to move from the couch to the foyer. She dug around for her comlink and saw she had one voice message from her son, Theo.

“Hi, Mom! Wanted to let you know I’d be home in a couple days. Already dropped off the bounty at the Guild, but I heard about a place nearby where I can get cheap scrap metal. I’m hoping to find something for the speeder I’m working on. I will throw it all in the workshop, don’t worry about space. If I find spare parts you can use, I will get those, too. I'll see you soon. Bye.”

She smiled. Sometimes he sounded just like his father – whether by tone or by diction.

Maybe that meant Tech wasn’t gone.

He lived on in his son, and in her memory.

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bihansthot · 10 months

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Character Chart

Character’s full name: Hallvard Breivik

Reason or meaning of name: guardian of the rocky broad cove

Character’s nickname: Reaver

Reason for nickname: his savage nature in battle earned him the nickname

Birth date: October 20th, 1996

Physical appearance

Age: 27

How old does he/she appear: 22

Weight: 240

Height: 6’4”

Body build: twunk

Shape of face: face shaped

Eye color: gold

Glasses or contacts: neither

Skin tone: tan

Distinguishing marks: scar across cheek

Predominant features: striking eyes and strong nose and jaw line

Hair color: black

Type of hair: coarse and straight

Hairstyle: dreadlocks

Voice: deep with a Norwegian accent

Overall attractiveness: above average

Physical disabilities: slight hearing loss in left ear

Usual fashion of dress: light gray Lin Kuei uniform with lots of fur

Favorite outfit: doesn’t have one

Jewelry or accessories: a necklace passed down by his ancestors and a brass crown

Personality

Good personality traits: he’s out going and confident as well as loyal and helpful

Bad personality traits: boisterous and argumentative, can be very stubborn and difficult to deal with easily enraged

Mood character is most often in: happy go lucky

Sense of humor: dark and snarky

Character’s greatest joy in life: drinking and Tomas

Character’s greatest fear: losing Tomas

Why? He can’t stand the thought of losing the man he loves.

What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil? Bi-Han or Tomas dying

Character is most at ease when: he’s letting Tomas braid his hair.

Most ill at ease when: when Tomas is away on a mission

Enraged when: Tomas is injured

Depressed or sad when: whenever Tomas is hurt or upset

Priorities: Tomas, Bi-Han the Lin Kuei in that order

Life philosophy: For Honor and Glory!

If granted one wish, it would be: to bring Tomas with him to Valhalla

Why? Because he wants to spend forever with his love

Character’s soft spot: Tomas

Is this soft spot obvious to others? Painfully

Greatest strength: his ability to get stronger and stronger the more injured he gets

Greatest vulnerability or weakness: he becomes useless and passes out from blood loss if he over does his power

Biggest regret: not being able to save his family from the house fire that killed them

Minor regret: not confessing to Tomas sooner

Biggest accomplishment: becoming one of the Grandmaster’s inner circle

Minor accomplishment: any successful mission

Past failures he/she would be embarrassed to have people know about: that he couldn’t save his family

Why? He doesn’t want his friends to know he was once weak

Character’s darkest secret: he started the fire that killed his family, it was an accident but got too out of hand

Does anyone else know? Tomas does

Goals

Drives and motivations: his motivation is to serve and protect the Lin Kuei

Immediate goals: protect Tomas

Long term goals: marrying Tomas and retire

How the character plans to accomplish these goals: Hallvard is convinced Bi-Han will eventually let him retire from active duty and move to teaching so he can continue serving the clan but won’t be in danger anymore.

How other characters will be affected: Tomas will most likely also retire and become a teacher. Bi-Han will continue to be Grandmaster and Scorpion will continue to play second fiddle.

Past

Hometown: Henningsvær

Type of childhood: a very active fun childhood full of fishing trips with his father

Pets: two big wolf dogs Vali and Balder (they survived the fire too)

First memory: the first time he held his baby brother

Most important childhood memory: the fire

Why: it was terrifying and burned into his mind forever, Hallvard was stoking the fire as his father instructed him too but in the middle of the night a coal sparked out of the fireplace and ignited the carpeting and spread out of control. Hallvard managed to grab the dogs and make it outside but the front half of the house collapsed with his family trapped inside as they had been asleep up until Hallvard’s screaming awoke them but his Mother tried to get his baby brother out of the nursery and his Father wouldn’t leave without them and it took too long.

Childhood hero: his father and grandfather

Dream job: fisherman

Education: elementary and whatever schooling the Lin Kuei provides

Religion: pagan

Finances: a small allowance

Present

Current location: Arctika

Currently living with: Tomas, the Lin Kuei

Pets: Vali and Balder (they’re magic wolf dogs and don’t die because I said so)

Religion: pagan

Occupation: Assassin and Theif

Finances: fixed income from Lin Kuei

Family

Mother: Maja

Relationship with her: good

Father: Magnus

Relationship with him: good

Siblings: Geir

Relationship with them: protective older brother

Favorites

Color: grey

Least favorite color: red

Music: Norwegian death metal

Food: Fårikål – Mutton and Cabbage

Literature: he doesn’t really read must outside of military strategy

Form of entertainment: sex and sparring

Expressions: “knulle meg” “tull” “dø” (“fuck me” “bullshit” “die”)

Mode of transportation: horseback

Most prized possession: an onyx band he plans to propose to Tomas with

Habits

Hobbies: training, sparring, honing his blood magic

Plays a musical instrument? No, unless clapping cheeks counts?

Plays a sport? No

How he/she would spend a rainy day: cuddling with Tomas

Spending habits: basically nonexistent as the Lin Kuei provides everything

Smokes: no

Drinks: yes

Other drugs: no

What does he/she do too much of? Drink

What does he/she do too little of? Takes care of himself

Extremely skilled at: working himself into a blood frenzy

Extremely unskilled at: being couth

Nervous tics: cutting himself with his nails or knives

Usual body posture: hunched over

Mannerisms: commanding presence, boisterous laugh, confident stance, expressive gestures, loud roaring voice

Peculiarities: he has basically no off switch until Tomas intervenes, then he’s very calm and reserved

Traits

Optimist or pessimist? Optimist

Introvert or extrovert? Extrovert

Daredevil or cautious? Daredevil

Logical or emotional? Emotional

Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? Disorderly and messy

Prefers working or relaxing? Relaxing

Confident or unsure of himself/herself? Very confident

Animal lover? Yes

Self-perception

How he/she feels about himself/herself: he’s hard on himself for not being able to safe his family

One word the character would use to describe self: survivor

What does the character consider his/her best personality trait? Confident cheerful demeanor

What does the character consider his/her worst personality trait? Easily enraged

What does the character consider his/her best physical characteristic? Pecs

What does the character consider his/her worst physical characteristic? Big boney feet

How does the character think others perceive him/her: positivity

What would the character most like to change about himself/herself: nothing

Relationships with others

Opinion of other people in general: people do bad things and deserve to be punished

Does the character hide his/her true opinions and emotions from others? No

Person character most hates: Scorpion (he’s jealous of how close he and Smoke are), he doesn’t really hate anyone he’s just a jealous person

Best friend(s): Bi-Han, Sektor

Love interest(s): Tomas

Person character goes to for advice: Scorpion

Person character feels responsible for or takes care of: Tomas

Person character feels shy or awkward around: Tomas

Person character openly admires: Bi-Han

Person character secretly admires: Tomas

Most important person in character’s life before story starts: Tomas

After story starts: Tomas

Hallvard was orphaned at a young age and was forced to survive in the harsh wilds of Norway with the help of his dogs Vali and Balder but was taken in by a young Lin Kuei operative (Hydro) who was in the area at the time of his personal tragedy. He was taken back to Arctika and raised alongside his fellow Lin Kuei and trained to be a reaver. A reaver gains their powers from damage either self inflicted or received during battle, the more damage Hallvard takes the more damage he’s able to inflict. It’s a double edge sword however and he can easily get too injured and collapse in battle, his attack style is very aggressive and reckless, his goal is to get injured and it drives Tomas crazy who usually patches Hallvard up after missions. Hallvard is a verse, he’s just as happy to let Tomas take the lead as he is to take the lead himself. He’s very sweet and doting and very much a Golden Retriever Boyfriend, he’s good friends with everyone in the Lin Kuei but he’s particularly close to Bi-Han and Sektor, despite being horribly jealous of Scorpion they’re actually very good friends. He knows Tomas would never be unfaithful but sometimes he’s worries he’s not good enough for Tomas and that he deserves someone better and more refined like Scorpion. Hallvard is very loyal to the Lin Kuei as they took him in and raised him after he lost his family in the tragic fire, he looks up to and respects Bi-Han as Grandmaster immensely but also loves having drinking contests with him, usually ending in a tie when they both pass out from stubbornness. He loves spending his down time with Tomas and tinkering with his grenades and other weapons in his arsenal, he’s gotta make sure his baby is well stocked up. He’s very go with the flow and doesn’t have a lot of strong opinions and usually defaults to Bi-Han’s judgment.

OC template came from gaiaonline hopefully you lovelies like him 🥺 I don’t know how much we’ll see of him but I really wanted someone to ship with Smoke.

#mortal kombat #mk oc #mk oc reaver #hallvard breivik #tomas vrbada #lin kuei #lin kuei oc #male oc #gay ocs #mk smoke #smoke x reaver

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conduitandconjurer · 2 years

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lila threatening klaus didn't make any sense because both her *and* diego followed reggie the next day :/

I know. :(

I'm gonna be candid here, and I know this is an unpopular opinion, so if people feel the need to unfollow or block, I won't take it personally. Here goes: the way Lila intercepts and threatens Klaus is really just one small symptom of a larger trend I see between Diego and Lila as a couple, that makes me very uncomfortable.

Put simply, I love Diego and I love Lila: separately, not as a couple. And I think she needs him much more than he truly needs her, but his sense of loyalty, his sense of duty/obligation, and his resolve not to become his own father, are keeping him with her; that, and the circumstances of the world ending, and Lila being the only person left that Diego has ever had romantic feelings toward. But "we're the only ones left and we've been through trauma together" does not a good relationship make.

Diego needs the space and the patience to learn how to verbalize his emotions. He's deeply traumatized, and he needs a partner who will help him work through his sense of insecurity and his determination to help others while coping with all his own problems silently and alone.

The entirety of the Stan "experiment" is not funny to me; when Lila told Diego in an insensitive and even almost snide way, about Stan's real identity, and he stuttered for the first time since Season 2 (the person who made him stutter last time was REGINALD, so let the implications of THAT sink in), I think my heart shattered into a thousand pieces. I admit to personal bias here: I'm an educator, and I work with kids who have disabilities on the regular, and I can tell you that that moment was indicative of major problems in that relationship. Diego stutters when he feels unsafe, when he feels undermined, when he feels insufficient. Lila is brusque and impulsive; she is insecure and will risk other people's wellbeing, their feelings, to make herself feel more secure--the reason why she hid her real pregnancy from Diego until she could "confirm that he could handle it." As much as Diego hates talking about things, that's what he needs, and Lila doesn't talk, she just acts, and often selfishly. She really is not equipped, because of her own (entirely valid) issues, to take on a romantic partner that way.

I'm not saying that Diego is a saint or that Lila is despicable. Again, I love and enjoy their characters, separately. I'm saying they both need and deserve to heal, but don't have what each other needs. Unfortunately TUA has never prioritized the pursuit of healthy relationships or healthy emotions. The series is too saturated in bitter gallows humor and the articulation of the whimsically, satirically bizarre. But that means Diego and Lila are likely to continue to be a canonical couple, and I genuinely fear that this will prevent either character from experiencing the sort of personal growth that we saw in Klaus, Viktor, and Luther this season (or even Allison and Ben, albeit backwards, in their case).

I think for a lot of Diego and Lila fans, part of what convinces them that she fits in perfectly is that she's the same kind of fucked-up as the Umbrella siblings are, so it's easy to imagine her as "part of the family" (according to Five and Klaus). Ideally, imho, she would become a much better sibling than in-law.

So yeah. I felt as irritated as you did, by that scene. It was controlling. Lila needs to let Diego make his own decisions. If HE wants to tell Klaus to fuck off, fine. They're siblings, and Diego has known Reginald as long as Klaus has, and has the right to make that call, about how much he wants to be exposed to their toxic father figure. That isn't Lila's call to make. Nor does she have the right to threaten one of Diego's loved ones with unending physical and emotional torture.

I know Diego's not great at self-preservation, but no relationship works if one partner calls the shots for the other, without involving them in the decision making process of their own welfare.

And I don't dislike or blame Lila for this. I blame the writers who thought that scene would be funny and that that dark humor overruled any problems of characterization that it might cause. Humor at the expense of characterization is one of my top five pet peeves of fiction, lol. Grrrr.

#media crit tw #character crit tw #Dilila crit tw #critical cw #negative cw #meta #kinda i guess lol #You Look Like Antonio Banderas (Diego)#Never a Frown With Golden Brown (Lila)

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berryzawati · 8 months

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Layla in a nutshell

Character Chart

Character’s full name: Layla bihn Waoud

Reason or meaning of name: Layla was born in during the night and her father Waoud thought it was more than appropriate to name her after the Old Hannish word for night.

Character’s nickname: Layla has a lot of nicknames, given to her by many characters, be it Uplander, Sapling, Old Girl or Sinner...

Reason for nickname: As an adventurer Layla spends a lot of time with all kinds of people and thanks to her tiredless efforts to help the people of Hydaelyn, people has dubbed her many names, not all of them are flattering however...

Birth date: 23nd Sun of the Third Umbral Moon

Physical appearance

Age: late 20s as of Endwalker 6.5

How old does he/she appear: Mid 20s at least. She does not appear to be much younger.

Weight: A secret.

Height: 158 cm. Slightly shorter than her most of her fellow Midlander peers...

Body build: Fit with very strong arms, though Layla tries not to build too many muscles.

Shape of face: Slim, though Layla wishes she had dimples and secretly admires those who have round faces with cute dimples.

Eye color: Dark violet, people often mistake them for black.

Glasses or contacts: None

Skin tone: Dark brown.

Distinguishing marks: Nothing in particular.

Predominant features: A very prominent mole under her eye

Hair color: Jet black.

Type of hair: Very curly, Layla takes great care of her locks and buys all kinds of natural oils to carefully maintain her hair on a daily basis.

Hairstyle: These days she mostly ties her together with a bow that was gifted to her by Y'shtola *points at lexentail hair*

Overall attractiveness: People describe Layla as very beautiful with her facial features being her most charming part. Layla however, is doubting her own looks the more battle she fights.

Physical disabilities: None.

Usual fashion of dress: Loves to wear dresses in her free time but pefers light armor in battle. The easier she can move, the better.

Favorite outfit: no outfit in particular. She adores most clothes she owns and so she cannot decide on one favorite outfit.

Jewelry or accessories: Used to wear a lot of gold jewelry before her days as the Warrior of Light, though nowadays Layla has decided to wear more modest accessories made of glass.

Personality

Good personality traits: Layla is kind, polite and considerate to most people she meets. She often offers them her friendship and companionship after a short while. People often note that she is very risilient, especially given what she has experienced in life so far.

Bad personality traits: Her kindness is also a weakness. She tends to trust people blindly and only realizes when she lets the wrong people into her life when it is too late. The Scions know that Layla is also quite scatterbrained, disorganized and vain.

Mood character is most often in: Layla is mostly a very happy person. It is rare for her to be in a terrible mood and when she is, it will not take much for her mood to improve.

Sense of humor: Rarely understands sarcasm. Due to her strict upbringing in Radz-at-han's high society, Layla struggles to connect to her peers at time, be it during her childhood back in Thavnair or as a member of the Scions.

Character’s greatest joy in life: Returning to Old Sharlayan after she and many adventurers have defeated the Endsinger with the help of the Scions. Layla loves Eitherys and the last thing she has wanted was for this world to vanish forever. So, seeing all the people waiting for the Scions made Layla realize that she has never been happier in her life.

Character’s greatest fear: Losing her parents.

Why?: Layla has grown up as the daughter as a notable alchemist from Radz-at-han and an energetic monk and refugee from Ala Mhigo. As her father is the leader of an established leader of an alchemist group with an esteemed bloodline that highly respected by the Satrap and the Radiant Host, Layla was expected to follow in her father's footsteps. Though Layla had different plans for her future and spent her time with the dancers in hopes to become one of them. Her parents allowed her to train with the dancers on the condition that she becomes a full fledged alchemist on her 19th namesday but she ran away from home on that very day. She eventually arrived in Ul'dah shortly before the events of 1.0 and only returned to Thavnair in Endwalker. And when she came back, the Final Days ravaged the lands of Thavnair...

What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil?: The Umbral Seventh Calamity was the event that shaped Layla's fate forever. Until then, Layla hoped she could return to her home anytime but thanks to the Calamity, she was left penniless and was unable to leave Ul'dah for the time being...

Character is most at ease when: During quiet times, whenever Layla gets to relax in her room in the Rising Stones or her home in Radz-at-han.

Most ill at ease when: Seeing the full extent of the Final Days and witnessing people turning into Blasphemies...

Enraged when: The moment when G'raha told Layla to head to Palaka's Stand with the twins. How can she leave her hometown knowing her family is there after reuniting with them after almost a decade? What if they get killed while she is far away?

Depressed or sad when: Everytime an ally dies. Layla cannot handle grief, though her heart broke the most when Haurchefant died as they were lovers...

Priorities: Traveling the world!

Life philosophy: If you do good, good things will come to you.

If granted one wish, it would be: Currently has no wishes, whatever Layla wishes for is out of her reach.

Character’s soft spot: Children! Layla adores them and spent a lot of time with the Doman kids back in Rising Stones during A Realm Reborn and Heavensward.

Is this soft spot obvious to others?: Very much.

Greatest strength: Layla's biggest asset is her physical strength and her ability to easily learn any martial arts as well as manipulating either, allowing her to learn all kinds of magicks. One might speculate that this is part of Layla's talents, others claim that this part of the Blessing of Light, granted to her by Hydaelyn...

Greatest vulnerability or weakness: Layla is very naive and tends to trust people very quickly. This lead her into many dangerous situations. Layla often has a hard time connecting with people as well, since she behaves very differently than her peers (comparable to Alphinaud) but she still tries to befriend those she adores. Layla also lacks a lot of domestic skills as well as manual skills due to her upbringing. Working with her hands outside of combat is extremely difficult for her at times.

Biggest regret: In hinsight Layla greatly regrets ever running away from home to escape her duties. She was ill prepared to live outside of her comfort zone and she regrets ever running away from her parents who despite their strict ways, have always loved her and wished nothing but for her happiness. Layla realized this only after many years...

Minor regret: Layla wished she could have spent more time with Haurchefant, telling him how much he meant to her...

Biggest accomplishment: Saving Etheirys!

Minor accomplishment: Mastering each battle job. Layla owns one job stone from each known battle job.

Past failures he/she would be embarrassed to have people know about: On a more light hearted note, Layla almost blew up the kitchen in the Rising Stones once after offering to cook a meal for the Scions. She has never cooked for them ever since...

Character’s darkest secret: The first time Layla has killed someone (it was a small Qiqirn – an order by the Wood Wailers in the Black Shroud in her early adventuring days...), her body moved very fast – too fast – as she quickly stabbed the Qiqirn to death. Her body did not hesitate but Layla was disturbed for many moons. Her heart and her strong body are at odds. Of course, as the Warrior of Light she has taken many a life but it never gets easier for her mind. Though her deft hands may suggest otherwise... And while this incident was not a secret per say, she has never talked to anyone about this.

Goals

Drives and motivations: Layla loves meeting people and helping out whenever she can. Their thanks are more than enough motivation to travel the world and spend meet new people.

Immediate goals: After saving the universe, Layla wants to spend more time with family and friends during peaceful times.

Long term goals: Traveling the word! There is still so much to discover and Layla is eager to see everything Etheirys has to offer.

How the character plans to accomplish these goals: Layla has a lot of connections by now and it will not take much time for someone to reach out.

How other characters will be affected: During the events of Endwalker 6.0, Layla was able to reunite with her parents and while she regularly goes back to Radz-at-han, Azem's legacy calls! And so, she has to be apart from her parents once again...

Past

Hometown: Radz-at-han, Thavnair!

Type of childhood: Layla grew up in a rich household with a lot of servants. Her father in particular spoiled her rotten and bought her everything she asked of him. Whether it's foreign goods from Aldenard or Othard or beautiful Hannish silk for her to wear. Layla was very priviledged compared to most children her age and she knew this very well. Thanks to this, she was quite arrogant even if her attitude was not foul, she thought of herself as the center of the world.

Pets: No pets.

First memory: Drinking lassi next to her mother who gently pet her hair and told her Ala Mhigan fairytales. Layla does not exactly know how old she was but she must have been very, very young.

Most important childhood memory: Running to Mehryde's Meyhane and watching the dancers perform. Their exquisite moves are forever etched into Layla's heart.

Why: These dancers looked so graceful and beautiful that Layla decided to become a dancer herself.

Childhood hero: Her mother, despite scolding her a lot, she was quite the coolest person to Layla.

Dream job: Joining Troupe Falsiam as a dancer and travel the world!

Education: Layla received advanced education in alchemy, history, literature and mathematics, though Layla rarely ever puts this knowledge to use.

Religion: Like every person in Thavnair, Layla believes in the Divinities.

Finances: Young Layla carelessly spent every coin that was given to her, so at the end of the day she did not much Gil to her name. Which did not mean much, considering her family...

Present

Current location: Back to her family in Radz-at-han for the time being (post-Endwalker)

Currently living with: Her parents in Kama, Radz-at-han.

Pets: A small tiger cub by the name of Tora-jiro given to Layla by a hunter. It took a long time for the cub to warm to Layla but she tried her best to befriend him and eventually her efforts paid off! Currently living with her family.

Religion: Still believes in the Divinities. But thanks to her adventures in Ala Mhigo and embracing Ala Mhigo as part of her identity, she has decided to walk the path of Rhalgr's as well, especially since she is a monk as well!

Occupation: Adventurer!

Finances: It is expected that Layla inherits her family's wealth and her alchemy institution. However right now, Layla posses not as much as gil and only goes out with enough coins to be able to small luxuries. The rest of her money is taken care of by her retainers.

Family

Mother: Her mother is an Ala Mhigan monk by the name of Lavena. She is said to be an extroverted, brazen and honest woman who didn't mince her words. Lavena fled Ala Mhigo a couple of years before Garlemald occupied Gyr Abania because she was escaping the wrath of Ala Mhigo's last king Theodoric as he hunted down the Monks of the Fist of Rhalgr. Fearing he would kill her soon, Lavena left Gyr Abania on a boat that was heading to Ilsabard. Eventually she would arrive in Thavnair and started working as a mercenary who took on all kinds of jobs that the Radiant Host would give her...

Relationship with her: Many people not how much Layla resembled Lavena but her relationship with her mother was somewhat difficult growing up as Lavena tried to teach her the teachings of Rhalgr, so that Layla could become a monk as well because she feared that there were no other monks besides her left. She would be proven wrong in the future but she put a lot on Layla's shoulders as she believed that Layla was the future of the Fist of Rhalgr despite the both of them living in Thavnair now.

As Layla got older she started to resent her mother and the Fist of Rhalgr and to certain extent Ala Mhigo as a whole but she was grossly ignorant and barely understood her mother's plight until she ran away from home and eventually became an adventurer. Seeing how the people of Ala Mhigo suffered in places like Ul'dah, Little Ala Mhigo and Quarrymil quickly made her regret her resentment. After joining the Pugilist's Guild and meeting Widargelt, Layla decided to become a monk like her mother after all...

Father: Her father Waoud is an alchemist and his family was one of the few alchemist families that knew of the real Satrap's identity. Layla was supposed to join her family in their service to Vrtra and when she was of age, they would have revealed Vrtra's identity. However, she ran away before she ever learned of him and so Layla only got to learn of the Satrap's true identity in Endwalker. Waoud, unlike his wife, was more a more soft-spoken individual. He was friendly to everyone he knew and people often said that Layla's got his calm and courteous personality from him, though many people also knew that Layla lacked her father's cunning ways.

Relationship with him: Waoud often spoiled Layla rotten and Layla adored him very much, though just like Lavena he did not hesitate to make Layla work though he did not scold her as much as Lavena much to everyone's dismay...

Favorites

Color: Layla adores bright and colorful colors such as reds, yellows, oranges and pinks.

Least favorite color: None in particular.

Music: Hannish folk music is very nostalgic to her but Layla listens to all kinds of music, regardless of genre.

Food: Layla loves hearty Hannish meals like Baba Ghanoush and Hamsa curry as well as sweets and pastries from around the world but shies away from heavy meat foods.

Literature: Layla dislikes to read but whenever she does read, it is usually a fairytale or a romance novel... But she mostly reads about the newest fashion trends in places such as Ul'dah, Radz-at-han and Ishgard...

Form of entertainment: She loves watching stage plays as well as dancers (without participating herself, despite rejoining Troupe Falsiam)!

Mode of transportation: As a child Layla loved riding with a rickshaw but nowadays she uses the Aetheryte system like most adventurers.

Most prized possession: Her mother's monk soulstone. Widargelt never gave Layla a monk job stone of her own.

Habits

Hobbies: Layla loves to go shopping and buy all kinds of new clothings. If she is not spending a lot of money on clothes, she loves eating out with friends especially but often she is seen in the Bismarck all by herself..

Plays a musical instrument?: Jehantel taught Layla how to play the harp. She is not the best harpist but she keeps practicing whenever she can.

Plays a sport?: Simple stretching excercises to keep her body fit and flexible at all times.

How he/she would spend a rainy day: Stay in her room and read a book if she is in the mood or she used to join all of the Scions in their merry conversations.

Spending habits: Used to be way worse before Tataru forcibly taught Layla how to proper budget her earnings...

Smokes: No.

Drinks: Moderately.

Other drugs: None.

Extremely skilled at: Fighting.

Extremely unskilled at: Cooking and sewing.

Nervous tics: Biting her fingers.

Usual body posture: Her back is straight, the shoulders pushed back and relaxed. Never seen slouching...

Mannerisms: Very polite and thoughtful with her words. People describe sometimes as quite stiff because of it.

Peculiarities: Because Layla is extremely vain, after each battle Layla puts on a long cloak to covered herself, so that noone sees her covered in bruises and blood. And when she returned to the Rising Stone, noone was allowed to enter her room until she has cleaned herself up. Only Tataru and Minfilia were allowed to see her in this state.

Traits

Optimist or pessimist?: Quite the optimist!

Introvert or extrovert?: Introverted

Daredevil or cautious?: Somewhere in between. In battle a risk taker, outside of that Layla is much more cautious with how she carries herself.

Logical or emotional?: Very emotional.

Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat?: Layla is quite messy but if she wants to she can be tidy, though in between all the battles she rarely has the motivation to keep her room neat...

Prefers working or relaxing?: Definitely relaxing!

Confident or unsure of herself?: When it comes to her battle powress, Layla is extremely confident in herself. In matters of human relationships, she is much more conscious of herself...

Animal lover?: Yes!

Self-perception

How she feels about herself: Layla greatly regrets her selfish attitude when she was a child and a teenager. In order to improve on herself, she tries to be as selfless as possible but most people around her tell her that she is overdoing it.

What does the character consider her best personality trait?: steadfast and positive!

What does the character consider her worst personality trait?: painfully gullible at timea.

What does the character consider her best physical characteristic?: Her butt.

What does the character consider her worst physical characteristic?: Her countless little scars on her body.

How does the character think others perceive her: Layla fears that people assume that she is a brute though she admits that there's a truth to that assumption...

What would the character most like to change about herself: Layla definitely wants to be better at reading people better. And she has gotten better! Having seen so many places, her perception of the world has greatly changed...

Relationships with others

Opinion of other people in general: Generally sees the best in people until proven otherwise.

Does the character hide her true opinions and emotions from others?: Mostly not unless she gets terribly embarassed.

Person character most hates: Layla does not hate easily. She tends to forgive most villains as long as they are showing some sort of change of attitude (like Emet-Selch when he told her to remember the Ancients) but if she had to choose one, it would be Thordan.

Best friend: Lyse!

Love interest: Canonically Haurchefant & Ardbert as of 6.5.

Person character goes to for advice: Lyse or Y'shtola.

Person character feels responsible for or takes care of: Nanamo after the Bloody Banquet. They have grown close and consider each others as very close friends. Whenever Layla visits Ul'dah, she makes sure to pay the Sultana a visit.

Person character feels shy or awkward around: In A Realm Reborn it was Urianger. His speech was hard for Layla to grasp, even though she understands the Eorzean Common Tongue. His bumbling personality made things harder for Layla to read him.

Person character openly admires: Alphinaud. He took on many responsibilities at an age where Layla would laze around. She greatly admires and adores him. Of course, she makes sure to tell him so...

Person character secretly admires: Y'shtola for her cool personality.

Most important person in character’s life before story starts: Her mother, Lavena.

After story starts: Still her mother.

Aaaaand that's it. Phewww that's a long one LOL

If you read this and made it this far, thank you so much!

#this took a long time LOL #that template I reblogged earlier was longer than I thought...#I feel like I repeat myself.... My daughter is a simple character hehe #UHHHH Endwalker spoilers #referencing 6.0 quite a lot here #and also ala mhigo lore lol #ffxiv #ffxiv hyur #ffxiv oc #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #hyur #hyur midlander #ffxiv wol #wol lore

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rcjoice · 3 months

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. 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 .

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚝

character’s full name: ashton bryan quincy

reason or meaning of name: "from ash tree/ash tree town", "strong, virtuous, honorable", "orchard of quince trees/fifth son of an estate"

character’s nickname: ash, quincy

reason for nickname: just shorter. last name thing just a typical man thing

birth date: february 13th 1997

𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎

age: verse dependent, 27 in main verse

how old do they appear: verse dependent, usually mid to late twenties, early 30s

weight: fluctuates, but usually around 165-170lbs

height: 5'10"

body build: a little broader, carries weight around his belly and his hips

shape of face: heart

eye color: soft honey brown, almost amber

glasses or contacts: contacts preferably, but he's sometimes got to bust out his old man eyes

skin tone: pale, cool

predominant features: obvi his tattoos are very prominent and noticeable , but the warmth of his eyes and smile stay with you.

hair color: dark brown, bleached blond usually

type of hair: wavy and thick

hairstyle: ideally buzzed to about an inch/2 inches, usually grown out roots and longer waves

voice: very similar to dob's voice in not okay, that stupid fuckboy timber

physical disabilities: has pins in his left ankle

usual fashion of dress: sneakers or work boots; wide legged jeans, baggy jeans, joggers; occasionally overalls; graphic tees, wife beaters, short sleeved button ups; track jackets, puffer vest, distressed jean jacket

favorite outfit: black cargo joggers, black graphic tee, work boots, distressed jean jacket

jewelry or accessories: a silver chain that sits just below his collar bone with his silver wedding band on it, small silver hoops in his ear, silver hoop in left nostril, silver eyebrow spike on the left, silver ring in labret piercing, silver nipple rings, silver tongue stud, wears a silver wallet chain

𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢

good personality traits: empathetic, loyal, charismatic, funny

bad personality traits: jealous, stubborn, moody, lacks self control

mood character is most often in: tired but alive

sense of humor: stupid, sometimes self deprecating

character’s greatest joy in life: loving someone, feeling loved

character’s greatest fear: the dark, his father, being alone

what single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil?: losing anyone he loves. most likely sel or mikey, but anyone he loves would send him into a spiral

character is most at ease when: in a space he has control of/with his loved ones

most ill at ease when: alone or around people he thinks are better than him

enraged when: he gets mad so easily, hes got bpd rage but esp when someone insults people he loves

depressed or sad when: hes alive

priorities: getting high, taking care of his family, in that order

life philosophy: fuck it, we ball

if granted one wish, it would be: never to have met josh most likely

why? because he literally ruined his life, more so than his father

character’s soft spot: kids, his loved ones

is this soft spot obvious to others?: kids know hes soft for them immediately because he's just got this like, warmth to him when he interacts with kids. his loved ones also are very aware, because he will bend over backwards for his loved ones.

greatest strength: he's resilient as fuck, he can go through a lot and not be put down for good

greatest vulnerability or weakness: his heart :( he's so loving and forgiving it makes him easy to manipulate

biggest regret: either abandoning his sons for the first few years or starting drugs

minor regret: not doing more things he wants to do like going out to certain cons and whatnot

character’s darkest secret: it wouldnt be a secret if i told you

does anyone else know?: probably mikey or selene

𝚐𝚘𝚊𝚕𝚜

drives and motivations: his kids, not wanting to make sel go to another funeral, spiting josh

long term goals: get sober, become a tattoo artist fr, make art

how the character plans to accomplish these goals: he has no idea, he's just really trying to fund the right first step still

how other characters will be affected: he'll be a better person

𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝

hometown: detroit, michighan

type of childhood: unpleasant, abusive

pets: stray alley cat he called vader because he wheezed

earliest memory: group home with a play room, he's inside. it smell like crayons and plastic. he's got a space ship in his hand and he's running around. he falls and busts open his lip

most important childhood memory: if we're talking younger child, the day his mom left. if we're talking like any childhood memory, the day he ran away. his father had been extra cruel lately because he found out about ashton's drug use. he remembers everything about that day.

why: they were the two days everything in his life changed. whether it was being alone in that house with just his father, or it was being lured into a new hellscape with josh, he just can't stop going over those days in his head like he could've changed them.

childhood hero: luke skywalker

dream job: he always wanted to be an astronaut before an artist. he wanted to see the stars so bad.

education: high school drop out

finances: upper middle class with his father, working class/taken care of at least with josh

𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝

current location: detroit, michigan, verse dependent sometimes

currently living with: his kids are there every so often for a visit (his daughter stays the night once a week, his sons visit every other weekend and when their mom needs a babysitter), random friends sleeping on his couch here and there, his dog

pets: jar jar, black akita

religion: repressed catholic

occupation: gas station manager/drug dealer

finances: lower working class

𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚜

color: lilac, pastel purples

least favorite color: bright orange

music: 2000s alt rock/emo music & nu metal

food: apple fritters, pancakes, baked goods

literature: carrie by stephen king

form of entertainment: animated shows, movies, comics

mode of transportation: driving

𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚜

hobbies: drawing, reading comics, collecting figures, soap carving, doom scrolling tiktok and facebook, drinking, going to bars

plays a musical instrument? he can play piano and a little guitar here and there

plays a sport? absolutely not

how they would spend a rainy day: stay inside with a blanket, maybe make some irish coffee, watch a movie. mournfully long to smoke a cigarette on the roof but he hates being wet

spending habits: he doesn't spend recklessly per say, but he doesn spend money on a lot of like, nerd and kid shit he couldn't have as a kid. he likes doing things that make him feel like he's getting that back, and he's an impulsive spender. he makes sure he pays child support and has his fix before he spends tho, he's very lucky his ex helps w bills and rent (she pays most of it sometimes)

smokes: yes, he smokes half a pack to a full pack a day

drinks: yes, excessively

other drugs: yes, he's addicted to opioids & was a regular heroin user until he was 23. he's trying to cut back and smokes a lot of weed now

extremely skilled at: building legos & figures, soap carving, anything to do with little pieces and putting them together

extremely unskilled at: most things

usual body posture: hands in pockets, slouched shoulders, leaned back if sitting

𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚜

optimist or pessimist? optimist

introvert or extrovert? extrovert

daredevil or cautious? daredevil

logical or emotional? emotional

disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? disorderly & messy

prefers working or relaxing? anything that'll keep his mind busy

confident or unsure of themself? always unsure

animal lover? yes !

𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

one word the character would use to describe self: broken LOL

what does the character consider their best personality trait? loyal. he knows what he'd do for his loved ones

what does the character consider their worst personality trait? he's moody & volatile. he can be prone to huge outbursts

what does the character consider their best physical characteristic? he doesnt think he has one LOL but if he had to pick, he thinks he has pretty eyes.

what does the character consider their worst physical characteristic? face or body. he was heavily heavily gaslit into thinking he was ugly and has super low self esteem

how does the character think others perceive them: a loser

what would the character most like to change about themselves: he wants to just be better. he wants to be smarter, kinder, cooler, happier. he thinks everything about him is a flaw, despite the confidence he puts out

𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜

opinion of other people in general: he thinks people in general are good, and he feels like people's misactions and cruelties come from a place he just doesn't understand yet so he tries to give benefit of the doubt

does the character hide their true opinions and emotions from others? not really, he has like 0 filter and cant keep things inside his mouth or head

person character most hates: his father, maybe josh sometimes

best friend(s): selene, mikey

love interest(s): mikey in main verse and then it's verse dependent but this mf always needs someone to love and pour his affections into

person character goes to for advice: selene

person character feels responsible for or takes care of: his children mostly, selene sometimes, mikey always

person character feels shy or awkward around: he doesn't tend to feel awkward or shy around people unless he's had an outburst recently around them

person character openly admires: selene

person character secretly admires: hes not a secret keeper

most important person in character’s life before story starts: mikey

after story starts: mikey

tagged by : no one just seen it <3

tagging : anyone who wants to do it !! just tag me <3

#{ cursed forever } ☠➥ { headcanon }#this took me 3 days #dash game tbt #do it

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bloodied-hunters · 7 months

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So I have my medic oc updated if anyone’s interested. I will say Evelyn does change when hanging out with the other mercenaries and she doesn’t stay this distant, cold woman. Long post so under a cut.

Name & Date of Birth.

Character’s full name: Evelyn Allison Smith

Reason or meaning of name: n/a

Character’s nickname: Evie

Reason for nickname: To keep things quick

Birth date: October 4

Physical appearance: Evelyn is woman in her 30’s. She’s 5’8”, 154 pounds and has an athletic build. Her face is an oval shape and she has dark brown eyes and has beige skin. Her hair is brown and wavy and in a ponytail for convenience. She’s either in her medic uniform or in her pajamas. She’s overall average looking, no physical disabilities and doesn’t wear jewelry.

Personality: Some of Evelyn’s good personality traits are her helpfulness, intelligence, loyalty, honesty, responsibility and patience. Although, she was known to be mildly arrogant, being cold and inconsiderate towards others feelings. She’s usually noted to be very tired/sleepy and having a dry sense of humor. She cares for the other mercenaries in her own way.

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #team fortress 2 oc #tf2 oc #meet the (miss) blu medic #blu medic evelyn

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brightlotusmoon · 10 months

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July is Disability Pride Month.

It's Our Turn.

#disability pride month #being disabled means having a very dark sense of humor #my being disabled makes them uncomfortable #queer as in different than expected #being neurodivergent #disabled life #the spear theory #the boadicea method of chronic pain management #hope as a boar spear #cyberpunk wishes it were cripplepunk #ableism as the foundation of bigotry

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ratsoh-writes · 2 years

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Hiya rats! Hopefully I'm not to complicated to match up with lol

The quick stuff

Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Soul trait: Justice

Hogwarts house: Hufflepuff ;-;

And im a shortie lol. 4'11 or 5ft.

Personality~💫

I guess I'm mostly an ambivert at heart? When I meet someone new I'm really shy and probably will look embarrassed at what I say, but around 10-20 minutes I've had enough time to warm up to you and then boom, this is the most annoying person you've met lol. Im a real chatterbox at heart, so I love to talk, but I also love listening. I can mange to shut my mouth and keep quite if need be, and I'm perfectly fine with listening to somone if they need it. I love hearing about people's interests and stuff, and I try to remember as much as I can on the subject. I'm a really relaxed and chill person with a small side of crazy at heart. Im laid back, but I know how to have fun. I consider myself funny and i love all sorts of jokes as my humor is kinda all over the place. I like some dark humor, knock knock jokes, puns, memes, you name it!

I really like puns lol. I also enjoy minor pranks. I'm also super dramatic lmao, I love going places and doing stuff, and i love to learn. I'd like to go to Japan someday. I'm currently trying to learn languages as I think heir beautiful and I appreciate how unique different cultures are.

I'm also a realist. I can be optimistic, but only so much. If the situation is dire, sure I'm gonna hope for the best but I can't help but look at how it's probably gonna go. That doesn't mean I hope for the worst no.

With pranks, I usually know when to go to far. Im also super loyal and protective over my loved ones, and I know when to slap some sense into someone. I know right from wrong, and I'm usually one to befriend all sorts of people

Hobbies:

I love love love LOVE to draw, read, and play video games. I also enjoy writing. If I could I'd have a handful of bookshelves in my house lol. I have a few video game consoles both old and new and and new. Like mentioned before I love learning about different cultures. I also play a few different instruments, I'm pretty good at trombone, and I'm a very much a beginner on piano. I collect Hoodies and hats and my hoodie army grows lol.

Likes: I'm a big fan of animals. When I was like in..3rd grade I wanted to be either a veterinarian or work in a zoo lol. I know various facts and trivia and I make sure people know the proper care an animal needs if their looking for a new pet. I do like cats, but I've literally never owned one so like...I wouldn't care if we couldn't have one. I'm more of a dog person. I love LOVE music. It's apart of me and I couldn't live without it.

I like to dance even tho I can't really do so lol. I wanna take hip hop dance classes. Again, I like to read and play video games along with drawing and writing, I also like to talk lol.

Dislikes: math lmao. I've always had a hard time with it. I don't mind if someone else enjoys it, and I'll listen to it, but doing it...eh. Putting someone down for something they enjoy.

Pet peeves: chewing with your mouth open. You sounds like a goddamn pig, close your pie hole. Acting like what I say doesn't matter in the slightest, not taking me seriously. I'd never hurt someone's feelings on purpose, but If I do accidentally don't just...act mad and not tell me man. I'm not telepathic, tell me whats wrong and give me a chance to apologize. I can handle being rushed, but I'd you expect me to move at a speed faster then I can go, I'm gonna get pissy.

Deal breakers: making fun of someone for a disability they have or acting like it's fake. Animal cruelty. Trying to change me into something I'm not.

I honestly don't know if this is exactly a deal breaker for me or not...but I do want kids someday. Again, no idea if it's a deal breaker as I'm far from being ready for them, but I do want kids lol.

Things I value: definitely my friends and family. I don't know what'd I do without them. I value music a whole lot, spending time with loved ones. Shared laughter, Like when you and a friend laugh so hard ya can't breath and you keep adding to the joke. Nature and animals. I value the little things in life just as much as the big things.

Tie breaker lol: someone who has a sense of humor and can take a joke. I don't reaaalllly have any preferences with appearance? hrm... idk lol.

-edgy.🦩

Hmmmm I think I’ll match you with..

Sparks!! (Lustswap sans)!

What attracts sparks to you is your sense of humor and your love for fun! You’re a cheerful person and just very pleasant to be around. You match his energy in personality and make him happy!

Sparks has a very good sense of humor! He loves puns as well, but also memes and dirty humor! He’s not one for dark humor though. He’s willing to go along with pranks as long as they’re harmless and easy enough to clean up! He’s not going out and painting police cars like his brother though

Sparks was a dancer for the royals before becoming a stunt double. He would be happy to teach you some of his moves! Plus dancing is special to him, he really enjoys it.

You’ll have to teach sparks to be nice with animals. He does like them! It’s just his energy can scare them sometimes lol

#matchups

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bxdbxdboy · 3 years

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Character Development

BASICS

Full Name: Luz Noceda

Alias: Apprentice

Nicknames: Bad Boy, (Luz Squad) B.Boy, (herself) Soft Boy, (Cottage) Baby Boy, (Eda) Nice Boy, (Sunny) Sweetheart (Bee)

Sex / Gender: Female, Nonbinary (she/her/hers, he/him/his, they/them/theirs ) .

Right or Left: Left

Age: 16.

Height: 5'6″.

Eye Color: dark brown

Hair Color: Dark brown

Distinguishing Marks: She has a raven tattoo over her scar she received trying to stop her villain in her timeline. She’s shaved her left eyebrow in the middle to match her friend’s scar.

Paragraph Of Physical Traits: She’s got a rather strong build which means she has no weak nerd arms and a significant amount of muscle to her arm. Her hair is slicked back like a wave and it’s always been like that it just has always naturally curled and folded over in that direction. When she sleeps it gets wavy or spikey sticking up like a parrot.

FAMILY / RELIGION

Parents / Guardians: Camilla Noceda

Siblings: n/a adopted Brother King.

Marital Status: Not married.

Significant Other(s): Bee (Amity-Bee), Blushy (Amity in her timeline)

Children: N/A.

Other Relatives: Many Many cousins, aunts and uncles and cousins on both sides of the family.

Pets: Bunga, (familiar, honey badger) Saturn, (familiar magical Owl) Calypso. (palisman Sable)

Friends: Cottage, Sunny, Iris, Bee, Lucky, Otter, Puppy, Gus, Willow.

Enemies: Emperor Belos.

Ethnicity: Latina

Religion: None.

Beliefs: N/A

Superstitions: black cats, broken mirrors. KARMA!

Languages: English. Spanish.

Diction / Accent: Spanish

SCHOOL / WORK / HOME

Education: Public School / High scool leverl/ Hexside

Degree(s): Not yet.

Occupation: Local Power washer for her boiling isles, Food delivery, Potion distributor.

Own or Rent: Neither.

Living Space: Eda’s home in the owl house, Her home in the human realm, and Magic Treehouse bedroom.

Work Space: N/A.

Main Mode of Transport: Skateboarding, Walking, running, or flying. Can drive, will learn, will drive without license.

PSYCHOLOGY

Fears: Being replaced / abandoned, her anger issues, her home getting concurred, loosing her friends, venomous snakes, possessed creatures, dark mimics. spiders, The deepest depths of the Ocean, Slender Man, Siren Head.

Secrets: A big softie just doesn’t want many who meet her to realize it.

IQ: Was never formally tested, but she may not be as intellectually gifted as the other Luz’s There’s a big jock mentally mindset to her as a whole.

Eating Habits: Ravenous Appetite, no matter how much she eats she’s always asking for more. She can put some food away if someone has something they’re saving it’s too late she’s already gotten to it.

Food Preferences: She enjoys Hot Wings they are her most favorite food besides Pizza coming around at a close second She likes a lot of junk food candy, cookies, chips of all kinds. On occasion she will eat something green though like some lettuce with taco meat or a green pepper. She’ll eat it all everything under the sun and even be adventurous eating a wide margin of other foods. She almost always has hot sauce on her there isn’t a single kind of meal she doesn’t love covered in the hot stuff.

Sleeping Habits: She sleeps well, for the most part, when she isn’t attempting to be a night owl she falls asleep relatively quick, even rivaling some of the younger Luz’s with how early she can fall asleep. It’s likely she has sleep apnea as she has tendency to snore so very loud and wakes up during the night in cold sweat, when she stops breathing from night terrors. She will oversleep until almost 2:00 in the afternoon if not monitored.

Book Preferences: She’s not a big egg-head book reader like the rest of the squad is the most Bad Boy read in school was “Animal Farm”, and The “Lord of the Flies”, in high school two books that peaked her interest a little bit. She also enjoys listening to Cottage read some horror books it’s the most she’ll really listen rather than use her eyes to read, in fact, one would say she struggles to read efficiently.

Music Preferences: Hip Hop, Rap, Dubstep, 80′s music, The Weekend, Various artists.

Leader or Follower: She likes to be the boss, but will occasionally follow if she doesn’t have to do much.

Planner or Spontaneous: Spontaneous! All of her ideas are never planned out she definitely does not look before she leaps. Her leaps are full of optimism and happy stupidity. The only time she tends to plan is when Bee holds her hand and forces her to take a step back.

Journal: Nope

Hobbies: Dancing, listening to music, training, watching videos / shows, exercising, roasting members of the Luz squad, doing dangerous stunts, skateboarding, basketball, baseball, (more so the batting range) Surfing (Prior), Deep woods exploring, practicing her magic, teaching her familiars, (Saturn and Bunga) Listening to music, Swooning Bee, Video games, Baking Pizza, Breakdancing, Beat Boxing, Collecting Hats, Serenading, Dancing, Snuggling King.

How Do They Relax: By listening to some calming beats privately, counting to 10, or at any point stroked by Bee she curls and becomes softer.

What Excites Them: Competitions, Wild magic, Magical Creatures, Parkour, Plane Crash videos, Unus Annus, Dogs! Kitties, Being in charge, Buffalo sauce, Food!, Flirting,

What Stresses Them: Bossy individuals, Strict Parents, Rude people, Being inside the Emperor Castle, Being the butt of the joke, Tests, Explosives. Needles.

Pet Peeves: Vegan food, Whining, losing games, Being accused of being a perv, mocking, people stealing her hat, Lucky sending her cursed images.

Prejudices: high horse, pretends not to be a trouble maker to stay in good graces, struggling to not be hostile towards her doppelgängers,

Attitudes: Closed off, Laid back, Aggressive, or chill and cool depending on who you are. Bad Boy appears to be the “scary” anger issues Luz that is liable to explode at any moment and when she does her face and ears can get as red as Bee’s. You’re either in good graces with her or your not, she’s not always easy to approach unless you have a good sense of humor than she cracks up with you about stupid jokes.

Obsessions: Her shoes and hats, her favorite music, lids, BEE

Addictions: Does addiction to sugary cereal count? because oh my god-!!

Ambitions: Defeat Belos in her timeline, find a way to get adopted as a sibling by Cottage Core, Have her own identity outside of Cottage and the Luz squad. Become a powerful witch, Make her mom proud.

ASTROLOGY / PHISIOLOGY

Birth Date: November 26, 2005.

Sign: Sagittarius

Traits Associated with Western Sign: loyal, smart, assertive, and compassionate personality

Chinese Zodiac Sign: The rooster

Traits Associated with Chinese Sign: active, amusing, and popular within a crowd. Roosters are talkative, outspoken, frank, open, honest, and loyal individuals. They like to be the center of attention and always appear attractive and beautiful.

Handwriting: It’s okay…; fairly sloppy.

Sexual History: N/A.

General Health: She takes pretty good care of herself as far as hygiene and having a good confident attitude. experiencing some struggles with her adhd, bad posture leaves her with some back pain.

Mental Disabilities: PTSD, ADHD, depression,

Allergies: Seasonal.

OBJECTS KEPT IN

Purse / Bag: Wallet, towel, water bottle, Treehouse keys key chain,

Wallet: Photo ID, Gold, Cash, rings, Brass knuckle,

Fridge: Chalked full of between meal and frozen pizza.

Medicine Cabinet: Bandages, Healing Potions, Icey-hot muscle rub,

Glove Compartment: Parking tickets, Trespassing tickets, concert tickets.

Junk Drawer: fidget spinners, gum, pens, sharpies, stress balls.

Backpack: Hats, Snacks, Mints, hair gel, Extra clothes, socks, pepper spray, hand sanitizer, suntan lotion, hair brush

Desk: Doodles, Paper Airplanes, Crumpled up Paper.

Clothes Pockets: Phone, Hot Sauce packets, hand warmers, stress ball.

OTHER

Halloween Costumes: A zombie, the cementary is hiring.

Talents: break dancing, beat boxing, fighting in close quarters, self defense, making Luz squad question their sanity, making jokes, flipping her hat. being annoying.

Politics: Nah.

Flaws: stand offish, moody, blunt and direct, vain, doesn’t like to be on the losing side indecisive, selfish,

Strengths: Her optimism, strong sense of personal integrity, avoiding the status quo, free spirited, confidence level, good sense of humor.

Drugs / Alcohol: N/A. No who invited?

Passwords: The most random shit.

Prized Possessions: Her hat passed down by her oldest cousin, her unus annus sweatshirt, a small wolf plushy named Akela

Time and Place: Currently, at the Treehouse interviewing new members of the Luz squad. She just got back from a trip and she has jet lag.

Special Places: The treehouse, her original house, The owl house, the forest where she goes to meet Blushy, The cliff by the Grom tree, the beach.

Special Memories: Meeting Eda and King then running into Cottage and Bee, Becoming friends with Cottage Core learning magic from them, Teasing Belos and Hunter with Cottage Core, Dancing with Bee at her Grom, becoming a polyamorous couple with Bee and Cottage. Being accepted into the Luz Squad.

Tagged by: Stole it from @witchesborn

Tagging: You, if you want to do it.

#hcs #the bad boy #;Bad Boy #long post #info dump #about b.boy

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looniecartooni · 3 years

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@hawkasss‘s “Extremely Detailed Character Chart” applied to Tyki Mikk from D Gray Man-

Character Chart

Character’s full name: Tyki Mikk

Reason or meaning of name: “First Man” and “One who is like God?” possibly signifying his deeper connection with the Millenium Earl

Character’s nickname: Tyki-pon by The Millenium Earl

Reason for nickname: Not very clear. Kind of a silly “pet” name or close friend name. He isn’t much of a fan of it and it was only used once.

Birth date: December 25th, same as the main character’s adoption date

Physical appearance

Age: 27

How old does he/she appear: Definitely in his twenties

Weight: 150 lbs (currently)

Height: 6ft 2

Body build: Fairly muscular, but pretty average

Shape of face: Round, kind of a pointed chin

Eye color: Gold like most Noah

Glasses or contacts: When in his human form he wears glasses he found in the trash to hide his eyes and face mole. Doesn’t appear to need them though.

Skin tone: Usually pale, but became more tan after the showdown on the ark. In Noah form (depending on the interpretation) dark tan or gray

Distinguishing marks: Left eye has a tiny mole under it. Also has scars on his body.

Predominant features: Curly hair, large smile

Hair color: Black

Type of hair: Uhh... short? For a while it was long. Mostly straight, but has a bit of a curl to it

Hairstyle: In his Noah form, usually pushed back leaving a large bushel of hair going down the back of his head. When his hair is long, he likes to tie it back or in a side ponytail

Voice: Not too deep, quite sexy for a chain smoker

Overall attractiveness: Very attractive. He was made to be attractive and succeeded both in the story and in the fandom’s eyes

Physical disabilities: Can’t be on his feet for too long after the ark incident

Usual fashion of dress: Tends to dress in scruffy work clothes with overalls when he’s human and in a fancy Victorian suit with a top hat and one of those weird scarf things I forgot the name of, but that’s sometimes replaced by a back tie

Favorite outfit: I’d say he likes the work clothes or just a plain shirt and pants

Jewelry or accessories: Has been seen wearing earrings on several occasions. He also carries a deck of cards to play poker when he wants. His body is also full of robotic, flesh eating butterflies

Personality

Good personality traits: Kind, helpful, gets concerned when someone he knows is in trouble (whether or not they’re his enemy), friendly to everyone, understanding mostly to people’s situations

Bad personality traits: Murderous intent, can snap when provoked the wrong way, able to be a bit too charming when he’s ready to attack, likes to scam people in poker

Mood character is most often in: He’s usually pretty calm and chill. He smiles a lot, but has a pretty chill demeanor. He get bothered by others a lot though so he tends to look bothered a lot too. He is also notoriously known for being confused all the time on many of the story elements that have yet to be explained

Sense of humor: Not really sure. He laughs when he’s nervous or excited. Perhaps when things don’t play out how he thought they would or when there’s irony in a situation

Character’s greatest joy in life: Being able to live a double life as a Noah and a human

Character’s greatest fear: Losing his sense of self to his Noah side probably

Why? What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil?: If he lost the ability to keep having a human side and no longer live a double life which may have already began to happen

Character is most at ease when: He’s in control, doing things right, understanding a situation, or hanging out with friends

Most ill at ease when: He’s losing or disappointing the Earl or something doesn’t seem safe. Or when people don’t listen to him

Enraged when: He isn’t able to get a task done

Depressed or sad when: He doesn’t know how to help the Earl

Priorities: Serve the Millenium Earl, eat fish, hang with friends, and play poker

Life philosophy: Life is more entertaining when there is two sides to it

If granted one wish, it would be: Probably to maintain control over his Noah side

Why? : Because he likes the ability to be a human too. He doesn’t want to lose that

Character’s soft spot: People missing their friends, people in pain, or needing time to themselves. Also his friend Eez. I also saw him kissing one of his butterflies once. He’s also concerned about the Earl’s feelings (and possibly others too)

Is this soft spot obvious to others?- Road and the Earl both notice his love for humans and wanting to hang with his friends, but mostly just acknowledge it and leave it be. His brother we learn about later doesn’t appear to be very understanding of Tyki’s love for living with street people and not preferring just to be of the upper-class of society.

Greatest strength: His kind heart and ability to observe

Greatest vulnerability or weakness: His obliviousness and anger

Biggest regret: Not killing the main character back when he was supposed to

Minor regret: Losing to the main character in a game of poker where the main character cheated

Biggest accomplishment: Telling the main character not to let the monsters inside of him control him. He has to be the one to show them who he wants to be. Not sure if it helped or he sees it as an accomplishment, but it was some pretty wise words for someone who seemed to be destined to be controlled by warring forces for the rest of his possibly short life.

Minor accomplishment: Getting out of doing Road’s homework that time he was given the task to kill the main character

Past failures he/she would be embarrassed to have people know about: Not killing Allen

Why?- People made fun of him for it and it made him look like a failure

Character’s darkest secret: He lives a double life

Does anyone else know?- It appears the Noah are well aware of it

Goals

Drives and motivations: Being able to see his friends again, protecting the Millenium Earl, poker, and food

Immediate goals: Capture “the Noah reaper”, keep the 14th Noah away from the Earl while figuring out who he is, and find out who Mana is

Long term goals: Keep the Earl safe and find out who the 14th and Mana are while maintaining control

How the character plans to accomplish these goals: Unsure. Probably by interrogation of other characters and more fighting.

How other characters will be affected: The Earl wants to see the 14th and the truth may be the thing that breaks him or the main character.

Past

Hometown: Somewhere in Portugal probably

Type of childhood: Most likely on the streets as an orphan, but we still don’t have any back story

Pets: Unknown

First memory: Unknown

Most important childhood memory: Unknown

Why: We don’t have a backstory yet!!!

Childhood hero: Probably the Millennium Earl. It’s implied he was taken in at a young age

Dream job: Anything as long as there’s food and he’s with his friends

Education: Never went to school, but was supposedly tutored by the Earl and helps with Road’s homework. He did learn how to write somewhere

Religion: Catholic most likely, given the story and who he’s with, but I could be wrong

Finances: Living by minimum Victorian lower-class wage or the Earl’s money (along with probably scammed poker items)

Present

Current location: His brother’s house maybe

Currently living with: Not really sure. Haven’t seen him with his friends, but we have seen him at his brother’s house a lot. His brother might have him trapped there

Pets: His brother has a dog

Religion: Whatever the Noah believe

Occupation: He was a miner with his friends. Not sure if that’s changed.

Finances: Brother or Earl’s money probably

Family

Mother: Unknown Relationship with her: Seriously Unknown

Father: Does the Earl count?

Relationship with him: He likes the Earl. Kind of scared and impressed with him. Occasionally embarrassed by him

Siblings: Older brother

Relationship with them: Tolerated to a degree, but tends to feel uncomfortable around him for... reasons. They do talk and I think have a form of care. They don’t quite understand eachother though

Spouse: None Relationship with him/her: Nothing yet

Children: He has a friend who is a child

Relationship with them: Tyki gets along with Teez pretty well, as well as his niece Road. His nephew can get annoying sometimes but he still cares for him.

Other important family members: Yet to be revealed

Favorites

Color: Image color is light blue and he has a light blue shirt so... Light blue? Maybe magenta or purple because of his butterflies, but that might be more of what the Earl likes. Wears a lot of black...

Least favorite color: Hasn’t expressed any hate for color that I know of

Music: Not sure

Food: Anything he eats with his friends, but he has a particular fondness for fish

Literature: Doesn’t read a lot

Form of entertainment: Poker, fishing, and hanging out with friends

Expressions: Eagerness???

Mode of transportation: Trains perhaps? So he can scam people- heheh... Might be the Ark though as he uses it pretty frequently. Probably more convenient

Most prized possession: Not entirely sure

Habits

Hobbies: Poker, fishing, and napping. He also likes collecting people he kills’s buttons and giving them to Teez

Plays a musical instrument? Be kind of fun if he did

Plays a sport? Fishing is a sport

How he/she would spend a rainy day: Playing poker, fishing (he definately would if it was pouring too), probably hanging out with friends or Noah family. Maybe take a nap

Spending habits: Food related probably

Smokes: Chain smoker

Drinks: He’s appeared to have drank Wine once or twice, but not really that often

Other drugs: I think he gets high on life and fighting

What does he/she do too much of?: Smoke, creative organ removing techniques

What does he/she do too little of?: Proper analying of sitations

Extremely skilled at: Combat, poker, fishing, and murder

Extremely unskilled at: Homework, defeating a 16 year old

Nervous tics: Puts hand on his face, chuckles

Usual body posture: Slups over when he’s relaxed, but actually keeps pretty good posture (probably instilled in him by the Earl and his brother)

Mannerisms: Calm, confidence, easy going

Peculiarities: You feel at ease around him which also makes you feel uneasy because you just know, even though he’s nice or acting nice, he most likely has something up his sleeve.

Traits

Optimist or pessimist?: Optimist. Seems to believe he has the high ground or people will comply to what he offers

Introvert or extrovert? Introvert. Likes to be alone or with a small group of individuals. Also not a fan of people being clingy (he’s like a cat. Don’t go to him, let him come to you)

Daredevil or cautious? Daredevil with a sense of caution. He doesn’t always think things through, but he does keep his guard up mostly. When he lets his guard down, bad things happen

Logical or emotional? Emotional. Worries about peoples feelings and does what makes him excited. Doesn’t always use logic, but he likes a good challenge

Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? Disorderly I think

Prefers working or relaxing? Relaxing

Confident or unsure of himself/herself? Mostly confident, but he has been unsure on himself and situations before. When he’s too confident, he’s most vulnerable

Animal lover? Seems like one

Self-perception

How he/she feels about himself/herself: Seems to like their life

One word the character would use to describe self: Interesting

One paragraph description of how the character would describe self: I doubt he’d want to write a paragraph about it

What does the character consider his/her best personality trait?: His charm

What does the character consider his/her worst personality trait?: His cluelessness or lack of perception

What does the character consider his/her best physical characteristic?: His “choose” ability

What does the character consider his/her worst physical characteristic?: Not sure. His hair being too long? Or being “handsome”? Kind of seems to be bothered by that.

How does the character think others perceive him/her: Trustworthy or lazy

What would the character most like to change about himself/herself: Probably how he looks. He already managed to get a hair cut and straighter hair

Relationships with others

Opinion of other people in general: He’s clueless but handsome and interesting

Does the character hide his/her true opinions and emotions from others? Sometimes, but seems pretty expressive in a simplistic sense. That was hindered a little by becoming a Noah

Person character most hates: Apocrypos and possibly the 14th

Best friend(s): Eez, Momo, and Clark

Love interest(s): None that have appeared so far

Person character goes to for advice: Road

Person character feels responsible for or takes care of: Eez, The Millenium Earl, occasionally the main character, seems to instinctually know how to handle his brother, the Earl when he feels like he made him upset, whoevr puts him under pressure

Person character feels shy or awkward around: his brother when said brother is upset

Person character openly admires: His friends and The Earl

Person character secretly admires: I think he’s secretly impressed by the main character’s tenacity, but I could be wrong (no- I do not ship them)

Most important person in character’s life before story starts: His friends and The Earl

After story starts: The Earl and figuring out who the 14th is

#d gray man #boy that took a long time!#dgm tyki #tyki mikk

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echo-three-one · 3 years

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The strongest lead toward Shepherd that will lead them to Nero. (honestly I can't think of better summaries lately. I hope you're still enjoying THE ROAD SO FAR (CUE carry on my wayward son)

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Going Dark - Part 1

"Alex"

Safe House 110197, Brazil

Alex woke up to the smell of Samantha's shampoo. God, she smelled so beautiful. He thought as he shifted his position carefully, trying not to disturb his sleeping girl.

Samantha caught wind of his actions and turned back to him.

"Good Morning." Alex greeted with the most wholesome and lovable smile he could ever conjure. He could see Samantha actually blush at his smile, meaning that his charm still worked toward her even after all those times.

"Good Morning… you-" She greeted back but Alex immediately met her lips with his, turning a simple morning greeting into a hot make out session. Samantha ran her hand across his arm down to his chest, pushing the tough muscle as her eyes slowly closed, enjoying the way Alex's mouth moved inside hers.

"I wish I could just sit out this mission and stay here with you…" he mused, tapping her nose and smiling.

"You go out there and fix the world, hero. I'll be here when you get back." She winked as Alex slowly got up and left the room, his eyes never leaving hers until he was out of sight.

Alex stepped out of the stairs to the view of Price complaining about the water. Roach was already shuffling to the kitchen to satisfy their Captain's needs. This gave Alex the chance to check on Maxine.

"How are you holding up, Maxine." He asked.

"What's wrong, lass?" Price inserted sipping his morning coffee.

"Hey Alex, Captain Price…" She greeted, her voice was shaky but she looked like she had the courage to respond.

"I had a strange dream last night… I believe it was one of my memories." She spoke softly. Price and Alex's face lit up.

"That's good news!" Alex cheered, shaking her shoulders and quickly withdrawing his hands as soon as it felt awkward.

"Good on ya, lass. Cheers to that!" He raised his mug and nodded.

"Captain Price." Another familiar voice interrupted behind them.

"I have intel on Shadow Company." Ghost announced, everyone fell silent and they immediately gathered around the command center. Soap and France followed as they walked down the stairs together.

"Three addresses in three separate London Apartments." he informed while typing furiously across the keyboard. The map had three yellow blinking dots, two of them were close to each other while one was far away.

"Intel says they're not sure which of these had a Shadow Company residing in it. They're most probably on leave and might be armed." Ghost added, showing three faces of men which were presumed targets for intel.

"Where'd you get these? They look like very classified information." Price asked, crossing his arms and looking at Ghost.

"Let's just say I know someone." he replies smugly.

"And why would we follow such a lead?" Jack added, making the situation very awkward for the rest of the team.

"Is this…" Soap tried to insert.

"Yes, Soap. It's interpol." he finished. The rest of the team looked at each other.

"They wanted to investigate more on the Shadow Company. But since they aren't authorized to act on it, all they do is gather information. Which is frustrating-" Ghost complained but got cut off by Price.

"They're asking for our help because we're rogue. No rules, no anything…" He stated the bitter tone in his voice was too clear.

"We can't just casually fly to London, right? Who's helping us?" Alex stated the larger problem at hand. If this lead is solid enough, they have to act on it.

"Nikolai could fly us in. I could pull a few favors from S.A.S. but they're going to have to be sneaky to let us land there. We can't forget the fact that we're fugitives. I mean, Shepherd only put Me, Alex, Soap, Ghost and Roach on his list." Price said.

"My dream of being wanted came true in the worst way possible." Soap cracked a joke to lighten up the mood. It obviously worked except for Jack, who always never gets the humor.

They continued briefing, planning the route that they would take saving the most time. Which weapons to use and other protocols to follow.

"Saving the world once again, my hero?" Samantha leaned on him as he continuously flicked Soap's lighter.

"Stop calling me that. I'm no hero. I'm just trying to set things back the way they were."

"Like what heroes do." Samantha chuckled sitting next to him and rested her head on his lap.

"My Dad probably misses me so much." She sighed, looking at Alex as he looked down on her, his fingers played with her hair.

"If we could find the perfect time, we could tell him you're safe. It's unfair how the whole world thinks we took you as a hostage." he complained.

"Well, when you think of it I really am a prisoner here." she mused as Alex's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Then once his brain cells finally agreed, he smiled and laughed.

"Oh I get it." he reached for her hand and put it close in his heart.

"You're trapped in here aren't you." they both laughed.

"That's so corny, right?" Samantha giggled.

"Yeah. It is." Alex replied as they continued to spend the rest of the few hours they had together before flying to the Majesty's domain.

LONDON

UNITED KINGDOM

Price wasn't able to land on the S.A.S. base, but they did assist the rogue team to land on an open area not too far from the base and Nikolai seemed to be fine with it. The team borrowed MacMillan's jeep and took the road less traveled to the city.

Everyone looked alert and worried, this was a risky move but it was all they had to get to Shepherd, to get to Nero.

They drove as fast as they legally could, knowing that their faces wouldn't be recognized by anyone until Ghost distributed his extra skull masks, which allowed them to move freely across the streets of the nearest target location.

The first apartment room was located on the third floor, that meant they had to ascent two flights of stairs without raising suspicion. Ghost immediately worked his way to the basement and disabled the lights.

A quick flicker and the building's lights immediately shut off, making some of the tenants scream in surprise. It was time to move.

The team slowly crept the stairs, their steps were light enough that they could only hear faint creaking. Price led the line as they cleared the hallway all the way up to the third.

Alex was behind Price as he saw the target room's door was slightly ajar. It's either they're lucky he forgot to lock it or they were too late. Proceeding with extreme caution, Price swung the door open and continued to scour the room for the guy.

"Right door, clear." Price announced as everyone scattered around to look for intel. Jack searched the closets hoping that clues were left behind inside pockets. Roach looked for the drawers while Price and Alex looked for clues of possible escape.

"Someone's going up to this floor." Soap whispered as he signaled the team to remain quiet. He was by the door on lookout for the team.

Complete silence. Alex could only hear his breathing and his heartbeat as the person walked past the hall, not minding the open room he just passed through.

They took a few more minutes of intel gathering until they ultimately decided to call it off. It was a dead lead.

"Two more houses." Ghost announced as the team silently regrouped by the car where Nikolai was waiting. The lights immediately returned as soon as they set foot on the vehicle.

"I sure hope we get something from the next house." Roach wished as they drove to the next location.

The second location almost had the same layout. They did the same plan but this time Alex and Soap switched roles. Guard duty was significantly harder when it's dark and Alex did his best to heighten his senses.

Signs of struggle were heard from the inside and Alex assumed they finally identified one of the targets. He could hear the person's groans and struggles as well as his team working hard to constrain the person.

"Ghost. It looks like they got him." Alex reported as he could hear Ghost working on something. Then in just a flash, the lights turned back on along with a loud booming sound of Rick Astley's "Never Gonna Give You Up". Alex entered the room and looked at the poor guy being surrounded by his squad. He was trying to scream for help but Rick Astley begged to differ.

"We're just here for one simple question…

WHERE. IS. SHEPHERD?" Price roared. The guy didn't easily give in. He just shook his head and continued to struggle free. Jack immediately pulled his hand and placed some pliers in between the hostage's fingers.

"Isn't that a little bit too harsh?" Soap whispered to Roach, who just shrugged.

"What's harsh is that they used an innocent daughter as bait." Jack slowly squeezed the pliers making the hostage scream.

"AAAAAAAAAH." He squirmed making the rest of the team hold him tight. Alex had his eyes set on the door as neighbors started to complain about the booming music.

He squirmed enough that it activated something in his pocket, a smartphone whose light shone through the fabric of his pants. Then in a flash, a small scale EMP blast rendered the whole building quiet. All electrical devices were disabled and Alex and the team found themselves kneeling as the loud ringing triggered their ears.

None of them were too quick to react as their hostage looked like he wasn't affected by the blast. He bolted toward the exit and Alex attempted to grab him by the foot, only for him to effortlessly shrug him off and stomp on him, causing him to roll in pain.

From the corner of his eye, he could see Soap follow along with Roach, who were still holding their ears and wincing from the pain of the ringing.

Next Chapter : Going Dark - Part 2

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abeyances · 3 years

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✨ tessa thompson, cis female, she/her — agnes street wouldn’t be the same today if it wasn’t for artistic impressions. do you know that theodosia prescott-sinclair works there as an owner ? they are thirty seven and they look like the kind of person who will never be a pawn again, whenever i see them, the archer by taylor swifts starts to play inside my head. maybe it is the vibe they give off, that specific moment - coming back from a party and you’re walking the few last steps before getting home. letters typed into the notes app at 3 am, promptly hidden and forgotten. poised smiles and a glinting gaze. ; you know ?

I will write a proper bio and pop up some wanted connections asap! Here are some quick facts, and a decent character template below.

Goes almost strictly by Dosia.

Was born in NYC to politicians, and moved to Islebury when she was 10. Her father was the mayor for most of her youth.

Things have always appeared very glossy and manicured on the surface, but Dosia wanted to set that notion aflame as she grew.

She is a former FBI Agent, though that isn’t the most common of knowledge. Dosia will slip into the role of private investigator when the need arises, and the right questions are asked.

She moved back to Islebury upon leaving the FBI, and currently owns Artistic Impressions.

Mama Bear to the extreme. Her children are her world, though she never saw herself as the picket-fence type.

Recently discovered she has an older half brother, Maurice Davenport, and is the most receptive of the Prescott’s to get to know him.

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Character Chart

Character’s full name: Theodosia Prescott-Sinclair Reason or meaning of name: Named, quite obviously, after her father. Though he goes by Theo, she has dropped that almost entirely from her name. She was, and always will be, Dosia. Birth date: January 13

Physical Appearance

Age: thirty seven Height: 5’7 Body build: thin, toned, deceptively stronger than warranted upon first glance Shape of face: softened square Eye color: deep and velvety - sinking into a dark, warm leather armchair. Predominant features: cheekbones Hair color: black Hairstyle: Dosia prides herself on being a chameleon, though most often curly and just below her shoulders. Voice: it depends on her present company. Usually neutral, though can quickly turn icy and demanding if warranted. Physical disabilities: n/a Usual fashion of dress: classic with a slight edge. Favorite outfit: leggings, chelsea boots, trench coat. Jewelry or accessories: layered, delicate hoops going up her lobes.

Personality

Good personality traits: Loyal, Resilient, Perceptive. Bad personality traits: Blunt, Cynical, Guarded. Mood character is most often in: Affable yet indifferent until given a reason to be otherwise. Sense of humor: Dry and dark Character’s greatest joy in life: Her children Character’s greatest fear: Isolation What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil?: Her ex’s past actions affecting their children’s wellbeing

Past

Hometown: New York, NY Type of childhood: The child of a politician, it was a privileged upbringing. She still maintains a distaste for how public it all was. Pets: A tomcat that now reigns supreme over artistic impressions. A previous stray that slipped into the shop one day, and gets nearly as many visitors as the small gallery. Finances: Well off

Present

Current location: Islebury, RI. Currently living with: Alone with two kids Pets: A tomcat that now reigns supreme over artistic impressions. A previous stray that slipped into the shop one day, and gets nearly as many visitors as the small gallery. Occupation: Owner of artistic impressions, but a private investigator if you ask the right questions. Finances: Well off

Family

Mother: Gabrielle Prescott Father: Theo Prescott Relationship with parents: She grew up in the public eye, always carted along to events to benefit campaigns and the various boards that her parents involved themselves with. Dosia always had a distaste for everything being so manicured and glossy -- surface level. Siblings: 2 Younger brothers, a newly discovered older half-brother. Relationship with them: Younger brothers are wanted connections, and she is still feeling out the relationship with Maurice Davenport. She is the most receptive to interaction. Spouse: TBN Sinclair Relationship with them: They met in Quantico, becoming quick friends with each other and Noah Vasile. Dosia and Sinclair burned hot and fast, though a ring was quickly given when a pregnancy test came back positive. It was simply the “right” thing to do. Dosia wanted to elope, but they were put through a large spectacle of a white wedding at her father’s behest. That first child never came, and their relationship strained. A set of twins came a few years down the line, and Dosia’s world shifted. They were unexpected blessings but she had something to pour her elusive affection into. She had never wanted the white wedding and picket fence but her priorities had shifted. Dosia did her best to balance her career but ultimately withdrew when things went awry. Her ex had been working a case when the investigation had been exposed, and Dosia and the children had been targeted for retribution. Caught in the crosshairs, they stepped out of a safe house as she left the FBI and fled back home to Islebury. She has created a quiet, private life, and intends to keep it that way. Children: Rowan and Audre Relationship with them: They are Dosia’s absolute world. There was a fair bit of inner turmoil about a marriage she had never wanted, and putting her life on hold when the twins came crashing in. Everything changed when she finally held them in her arms after they were born. Precocious and brilliant, they have her wrapped around their fingers.

Traits

Optimist or pessimist?: Dosia doesn’t like to claim pessimism but will claim to be a realist. Introvert or extrovert? Introverted. Daredevil or cautious? She has settled down with age, though impulsivity does flare up from time to time. Logical or emotional? Logical. Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? Methodical. Prefers working or relaxing? Depends on what the “work” is. Confident or unsure of himself/herself? Confident. Animal lover? Absolutely.

Extra

Zodiac Sign: Capricorn

MBTI: ISTP

Enneagram: Type Five - The Observer

Temperament: Choleric

Moral Alignment: lawful neutral

Primary Vice: Wrath

Primary Virtue: Fortitude

Element: Earth

#agnesextra #𝐝𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐚 ; intro.#𝐝𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐚 ; about.

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