#&&. ᴀ sɪʟᴠᴇʀ ғᴏʀ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs. // answered

[fcrtunae]

Blood Moon kid meme ;)

send me a ship to make a kid // *selectively accepting. ( @death-from-below​, bloodmoon )

&&. MIZUKI the inkborn, born by the SPEARFISHER and reared by the ORACLE.

NAME.

     MIZUKI, written in the characters of that born of the beauty of the moon, a name chosen by Shen upon finding the child in Tobias’ arms upon one fateful, BLOOD MOON night. Pyke had no say in the matter.

GENDER.

     female, with feminine pronouns. ( she / her, although they / them can also be used. )

APPEARANCE.

     what is most striking about her is her lack of limbs, being born without them at birth with only but ink puddles upon the ends of each empty joint. this disability had disturbed Pyke upon her birth, which left the demon to leave the child in her father, Tobias’, care before retreating into the mirror realm. Tobias and Shen cared for the child as she remained unaware of her true parentage, but her ability to bend the ink that dripped from her into the eerie tendrils of phantom limbs always reminded the oracle of her true background. upon growing to a mature age the child is now able to fully conjure working legs and arms for maneuvering, having mastered these INKY limbs to the point of agile quickness. 

her general appearance itself is one of surprisingly delicate beauty, with a round, water-rimmed eye and tan skin that was seemingly speckled with droplets from the moon. this softness, however, is contrasted by the half-grown horns upon her head, along with the sharpened ears and the ORACLE EYE that she inherited from her father, a demon eye that allows her to peer into the mirror realm. her figure is that of slightness, lithely muscular that shows her training as a ninja for the BLOOD MOON CULT. the ends of her stubbed limbs are wrapped with canvas bandages to stint the constant dripping of ink, a way for her to remain unseen and without a trail ( and, in a well-guarded secret, by the discretion of her father ). she stands at the average 170 cm ( 5′5 ) and her white hair remains cut close to her scalp, a way for her to maintain efficiency and agility.

her facial features, when unwrapped, reveal a pixie-like appearance, with a small nose and pursed lips with a heavy upper-lip with a lack of a heavy cupid’s bow. her brows are round and thick, set high upon her head to give her a consistently surprised expression. as to her blood moon mask she has refused to wear one, opting to wear bandages instead. she finds masks much too bulky for her personal taste.

PERSONALITY.

     a girl of discipline and subdued nature, one who has learned obedience through the training of Shen and the high expectations of Twisted Fate. she maintained a quiet personality throughout her life, speaking only when spoken to and finding no real need to maintain conversation with those outside of her own personal ring. her stern discipline and obedience can often lead to the impression that she maintains a cold personality, and, to some, even as far as to say as she has no personality at all, with many of her actions and attempts at emotional closeness feeling robotic.

those who are close to her can say otherwise, as she often shows a mischievous and sardonic side to herself that she inherited from her father. she will often speak things under her breath that can bring a grin to her guardians, and some of her actions show the truth of her precocious personality. 

otherwise should the girl be maintaining focus upon something of a mission assigned to her she can take on a grave demeanor, with a no-nonsense attitude in which she will easily abandon others in the name of the mission assigned to her. her loyalty to the cult is to a degree that brings concern to even her father, but the results she has brought to the cult has had Tobias have no need to talk to her otherwise about her actions. 

SPECIAL TALENTS.

     Mizuki is one of the several demons who have access to the mirror realm, an alternate dimension in which demons roam rampant, a realm that lies opposite to our own. she, however, cannot enter this realm and can merely take vision of what lies beyond using the eye bestowed upon her. otherwise, she also contains abilities using the ink from her body, shaping it at will to be used as projectiles or weapons against enemies. by closely observing the shape of the weapons of her cult, she can create duplicates of them at will using her ink, however they will not maintain the material strength of the original.

the INKBORN is also able to move her phantom limbs at will, detaching them from herself to inflict injury upon her enemies. this, however, is still something she is training on, and as of now she is unable to manipulate her limbs to the length she hopes to use them at one day. 

out of combat the girl is also a master at strategic board games such as shogi and go, something she will often use to her advantage by placing easy bets upon her victims.

WHO THEY LIKE BETTER.

     the girl has no memory of who her true parentage is other than that she has been born to the cult leader. this, however, does not necessarily mean she likes the cult leader, for while she shows loyalty to him and his cult she secretly enjoys the presence of her true guardian, Shen, much more. she will often seek him during times of meditation and join him.

WHO THEY TAKE AFTER MORE.

     uneasy to say, for the girl maintains a mischief that is so characteristic of the ORACLE, and yet her blind devotion to the cult’s cause can tie her to her true parent, the SPEARFISHER. needless to say, her tendency to remain quiet and the cold rage she can be induced into is much more reminiscent of her secret heritage.

PERSONAL HC.

     the reason as to why Tobias has insisted she wear bandages to hide much of her ink is to hide her heritage from the CALLIGRAPHER, to whom her original parent is owned by. the oracle holds no trust in this crazed demon and knows of what may befall his daughter should the truth be revealed.

upon her limbs themselves, Shen has once suggested that they are her true limbs merely being brought from the mirror realm into the realm of humans, manifested by the ink she seems to create from the ends of her limbs.

FACECLAIM. ( human, albeit lighter-skinned with dark hair. )

[fcrtunae]

"gonna murder your hat."

@umbranatus

he adjusts said hat, raising a brow as one of those catty, troublesome grins paint his lips, a rough laughter leaving his nose in the form of a healthy snort.

&&. “ it’s hard t’ kill an INANIMATE object, boy. ”

[fcrtunae]

How do you restock ur cards?? You're always throwing them, right??

&&. “ got a dealer, a friend of sorts, that sells me cards fer’ a discount. provide them information in return. and, well, ‘m picky with my cards, he’s got good stuff. ”

[fcrtunae]

“ run away. ”

two word starters // *accepting. { @sinister-spellcaster }

the air was heavy with the scent of DARK MATTER, the cardshark’s body heavy with whatever magic laced around him, akin to a cage. a hand lifts to press that hat back down upon his head, his smile a cover to his inner - nervousness. there was something off about this little creature in front of him, something awfully off. he did not appear intimidating, no, in fact Tobias would venture to say he was cute. but the power he carried … now, clearly the gambler is going to have to step carefully.

&&. “ now, there’s no need for this maliciousness, sorcerer, we’re both just men living our lives. maybe we can talk this out, over a drink o’ two & a bit o’ smoke in our lungs. whaddya’ say ? ”

[fcrtunae]

/ KNOCK KNOCK ANSWER MY ASK

&&. “ listen, kid, ain’t ever heard o’ patience ? ”

spoken with a true gambler’s grin, for this CARDSHARK has never had that virtue called patience, not when luck and a bit of cheatin’ was in your game.

@umbranatus

[fcrtunae]

“ try harder ”

two word starters // *accepting. { @amechanicalgirl }

TRY HARDER. words he’s heard before, from the time after he was without a home, from those who have disagreed with his independence. try harder they say as he fought back those who spat on him, who looked down on his wandering ways & life without responsibilities. try harder, they said, when he fought tooth-&-nail for just a bit of extra bread to eat & fill that empty stomach on those lonely nights. try harder, try harder, try harder … those words echo in his head, dampened only by the warmth of the cigarette in his lips & the flask of whiskey on his hip. a subtle sigh before a shaky smile, looking up to that clockwork-lady with a raised brow ( but there is something subdued about that mask, a hidden hurt ).

&&. “ & why do ya’ ask of me that, miss ? ”

[fcrtunae]

♡ ((personally see them having a brotherly-like relationship and sparsely anything beyond that))

send a ♡ and i’ll fill this out for our muses !  i’ll bold what i want for their relationship, italic what i could see and strike out what i don’t . // accepting.

( @outlaw-of-bilgewater )

FRIENDS.   childhood friends  /  work friends  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  /  turning into something romantic  /  stable  /  falling apart  /  friendship of need  /  friendship of circumstance / pen - pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners  /  other .

ROMANCE.   childhood sweethearts  /  newly entered  /  soulmates  /  skinny love  /  unrequited from my muses side  /  unrequited from your muses side  /  friends with benefits  /  awkward  /  fading  /  turning  toxic  /  toxic  and  destructive  /  other .

FAMILIAL BOND.   sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  /  other .

ENEMIES.   dangerous to themselves  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  passionate  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into a sexual tension  /  developing into a romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based of misunderstandings or lies  /  other .

[fcrtunae]

"get a haircut."

@umbranatus

he lifts his hat, letting locks of mussy black hair fall into his eyes. he grins, the shit-eating kind, all at once CHARMING & INFURIATING. he winks, placing the hat upon his chest.

&&. “ i think it looks rather dashing. besides, it’d cost me a coin to get it done right. “

[fcrtunae]

(Blood Moon!Au) He goes up and licks his mask 'cause Jhin told him to.

he turns to the noise of someone entering the temple, the center of where the BLOOD MOON cult now operate from. he had seen the SPEARFISHER from afar, as always, for there is nothing that those all-seeing eyes could not see. this demon was the CALLIGRAPHER’S, & while by connection that connected him to the cult leader, there was still something unpredictable about that particular demon duo. something absolutely unknown … & thrilling. 

in a flow of dark robes & a flurry of crimson cards, he takes the other demon by the arm, pulling him closer & lifting that mask to return the gesture with a lick of his own against the other’s own mask, those glowing blue eyes aglow with MISCHIEF, a demoniac grin laden upon his thin lips. he raises a brow, the very image of the confident cardshark he once was ( & still is, despite the demon-blood that flows through his veins ).

&&. “ & so, PYKE, i return the gesture to your master. ”

@death-from-below

[fcrtunae]

EATS HIS HAT.

shoots him without hesitation. then perish binch. 🔫🔫🔫

[fcrtunae]

“ i’m cold ” — quinn o v o

two word starters // *accepting. { @offsct }

his head lifts at the statement, looking back to the woman with a crease in his brow, a CONCERNED tightness to his lips. the weather had been cooler, recently, a phenomena that is rare in the warmer climate of Bilgewater. with that, he moves swiftly, easily swinging off that leather coat & draping it upon the other’s shoulders, the coat large upon her smaller frame. he then removes that beloved hat, placing it upon the other’s head with a crooked grin, a deep chuckle leaving his throat as he straightens his own shirt sleeves with a fluid movement, ignoring whatever looks he may be receiving from Quinn’s feathered companion from up above.

&&. “ it may be an old wive’s tale, but i’ve heard that you lose heat through th’ head. better safe than sorry. ”

[fcrtunae]

Her malicious giggle echoed around him on the empty street, shadows taking the form of a blonde woman with a red dress right in front of the other. The same form she used when they met. "Hello, dear" The succubus almost purred, getting closer and wrapping her arms around his neck, her voice like velvet "Missed me?" Evelynn asked, her body pressed against his while one hand moved to the back of his neck, grabbing the hair while pulling him for a kiss.

@pleasureandagony

he is aware of HER, right as that malevolent laughter surrounds his very being, the familiar ( & yet, oh, so unfamiliar ) silhouette of a lady that is not of this world filling his vision, hearing, touch, taste. he feels that oh so THRILLING rising pulse of his heart, the way the drawing of his breath is quickened to an unusual high, but his expression is calm, even welcoming, with those half-lidded eyes & friendly smile. he accepts the sign of affection, feeling the chilling ecstasy of those powerful fingers grasping his hair, eyelids fluttering shut for that embrace before pulling back with one of those soft grins, peering down at this INHUMAN beauty with a raised brow.

&&. “ well of course, madame, when have i ever said i didn’t ? ”

[fcrtunae]

alright fate, spill the beans: boxers or briefs?

&&. “ how ‘bout you come on over and find out yerself ? ”

[fcrtunae]

“T.F.! Got some time t' spare?”

@outlaw-of-bilgewater

he raises a brow at the shorthand, but leans back to look at the shorter man, those arms crossed & a wane smile upon those thin lips.

&&. “ got plenty, not like i got much to do other than swindle some coin. what ya’ need ? ”

[fcrtunae]

" your attire is sorely outdated. have you ever considered an upgrade for the ensemble? "

@jhinmas

he pats down the front of his weather-beaten coat, the golden embroidery dulled with the enemy of time, the decor of the worn leather softened from wear-&-tear. then, with a flick of that equally as worn hat ( yet so immaculately maintained, clearly treated with respect ), he merely grins, his gaze AGLOW with mirth &, upon any closer observation, something sharper.

&&. “ let a tired man keep what he loves, i’ve only just broken in this leather after all. ”

[fcrtunae]

If I must, you look quite dashing.

@noxianrebel

the compliment has him touching that worn brim of his hat once more, bringing the brim down in a respectful dip, an ALMOST-GENUINE smile now tinging the curve of those lips. there is a breathy chuckle, almost bashful in intonation ( although this could be purposeful, one could never tell with the snake ).

&&. “ thank you, darlin’, compliments from such a charming miss makes my ol’ heart swell. ”