#{ volatile loose cannon

[jynxd]

send LOST for a scene from my muse's past in which they felt lost, literally or figuratively - Jinx

The bridge was set ablaze as a tiny Powder tightly to VI’s hand. The further they got down the bridge, the louder the shooting they had heard in the distance get. Jinx was shaking, in fear at the sound as her eyes wandered noticing the corpses of enforcers and zaunites alike. She felt Vi tug her hands towards to turn right, guiding her through the thicker layer of fog created from the flames.

“Powder I need you to listen to me okay?” Powder glanced up at Vi, absolutely tears streaming down her face from intense fear. Vi pushed her down, and she let her as they hide behind a pillar. “I’m going ahead to see if it’s safe, okay? Stay out of sight and don’t move.”

When Vi tried to move, Powder tightened her grip on her hands, clinging desperately to her. “Please don’t leave me Vi, I don’t want to be alone here. What if they find me?” She positively trembling as the sounds of gun fire and death became louder by the second. Screams echoed across the bridge… “I’ll go with you.”

It was then that Vi squatted in front her. There was a sad smile on her sister’s face as a hand rested on her cheek. “You’ll be safer waiting here, pow. I promise o won’t be gone long, I’ll only be a minute, I’m only going out far enough to find a safe exit.”

Powder opened her mouth to speak, but even as a five year old, she knew better than to refuse when Vi wore her serious expression. Hesitantly she let go of VI’s hands and curled into a ball. She felt bigger hands ruffle though her sapphire locks. “It’s okay, pow, we’re going to be okay.” A kiss on her forehead served as a goodbye as she watched Vi disappear into the fog.

Minutes passed and after while, with no sight of Vi, Powder began with to panic again. The shooting was getting quieter, which she wasn’t sure was a good thing, but she needed to find Vi. So, she stood and made her way down the bridge, halting when she heard the sound of a fight. In the fog she saw what looked like a man, huge in stature- a monster, beating a significantly small man. She nearly screamed but covered her mouth to avoid the noise. The smallest squeal came through, though and the monster took notice.

It spoke to her but she wouldn’t hear the words as she bolted down the bridge out of fear. The faster she ran, the quicker it would lose her. Oh god where was Vi? She said she would go very far and yet she wasn’t here, she wasn’t anywhere…

Amongst all the shooting Powder heard a familiar sound, but it wasn’t Vi. It was her mother. Powder peeked from her new hiding spot where she saw her parents, whom she recognized even by Shadow. An enforcer stood opposite of them, gun pointed at them as they plead for their lives. Only to get shot. Her eyes widened in complete terror as she watched them fall to the ground…

She was quicker with covering her mouth this time, managing to avoid giving her position away. Her parents were gone and Vi was nowhere to be seen. Powder was alone now. Scared and lost and now she had no home. She curled into a ball silently crying to herself even as the sound of violence stopped.

[g3tj1nxed]

Indie ask/RP blog for Jinx the Loose Cannon from League of Legends & Riot Games Selective | 21+ | Multi-fandom | Low Activity | Penned by Alfio

Volatile explosives are a girl’s best friend!

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[movedkagen]

so,   i did mention earlier this week that i have the idea that gojo  has  killed  higher  ups  before  and that this is the reason why he knows how quickly they can be replaced. 

in this prior headcanon,   i mentioned that gojo was quite volatile after geto’s defection.     he was traumatized by the events of the star vessel arc,   and he lost the single person who knew what happened and what they went through,   and gojo didn’t know  why.   he didn’t understand geto’s defection because between the two of them,   geto  was the good one.   geto  was the noble one.   geto  was the one that,   even during the worst part of it,   possessed the moral compass to  not  kill everyone.  confusion became anger:

after geto defected,   gojo wasn’t even sure where he stood anymore.     he really questioned if he even  wanted  to be a sorcerer because if geto didn’t do it anymore,   why  should  he?    he’s never had compassion for non - shamans like geto did.     what was he doing it for at all,    then?    

gojo was at a crossroads where he was between being a weapon for the higher ups that he didn’t even like to begin with or following someone he  did  care about and respect,   down a path that he knew to be wrong but realized he’d never once asked himself why.    

gojo was moody.     sometimes he’d be too reckless on jobs,   and other times he would rebel and outright refuse to go on missions because he was lashing out at the control he let them have over him.     he was a loose cannon and while he had yet to start actively being an enemy to the higher ups  ( at this time i hc he never really threatened them or demanded to know their every move ),   he was still powerful enough where they knew if they  couldn’t  get him under their control, they might lose everything  ——  and frankly, if geto  and  gojo defected,   they’d never be able to recover from that. 

that being said,   the higher ups decided that because of the fact that gojo had become too much of a wild card,   they sent out their strongest sorcerers at the time to kill him.     they did it in secret,   under the guise that  satoru  gojo  was  to  be  assassinated  for  failing  to  apprehend  geto  suguru.     still,   with how reckless he was and with the fact that he  did  possess the limitless ability,   they didn’t dare advertise that as an official sentence with him walking around and no telling how he would react to it.

the sorcerers appeared to gojo with intent to kill him,   and gojo realized precisely why.     the fight was quick;   gojo was obviously the victor,   and he,   at nineteen years old,   now  had  the  murder  of  an  entire  group  of  higher - ups  added onto his list of infractions.

thus begun his volatile,   tumultuous relationship with the higher ups in jujutsu sorcerer society.   with that task force so easily killed,   it not only became clear to the higher ups that they could  never  subdue gojo if he turned against them,   but it was also apparent that no one could even come close to trying.

because of this,   when gojo came to them demanding answers,   they pretended to have  no  idea  about the plot.     they condemned it to save face,   which gojo knew,   but he also knew that if they were doing that then they knew never to trifle with him again.   they  knew  to  fear  him.

they were all replaced within the week.

they became more careful with how they did things,   which is how i perceive some of their actions in gojo’s adulthood:   sending nanami on a mission that he was forbidden to tell gojo about.     attempting to have itadori killed and framing it as an accident that happened in gojo’s absence.     even the intent to harm people  around  gojo was a matter that had to be done delicately,   for fear that his rage might tip the scales of their power dynamic.

now,   if  they  want  to  retaliate  against  gojo,    they don’t target him at all,   but the people closest to him.   they send nanami on grueling,   horrific missions that will have him drinking for days just to get the images out of his head.     they make shouko work for 36 hours straight with no sleep or breaks.   they impose on yaga in ways that strain him like no other.     they do it in ways that don’t  seem  spiteful,   but are.

they haven’t openly opposed gojo since that attempt,   until learning he was trapped in the prison realm.

[stormshift]

I have a bit of a headcanon that either after the war if Stormshift joined the crew of the lost Light or in my mtmte and tfp crossover AU, most of the Autobots would try to keep Whirl away from Stormshift because of her decepticon past and because they would see him as a bad example for her because of his unpredictable and often violent tendencies. At first he wouldn’t give a scrap about her existence, but I’m pretty sure once he heard enough bots whispering behind his back that he should be kept away from the impressionable young seeker and possibly even direct reprimands for doing things in front of her, he would probably take an interest in trying to interact with her. One thing I’ve noticed about Whirl is that he sometimes can be pretty blatantly defiant of what people tell him, and I can imagine him getting a bit of entertainment out of Stormshift’s naivety.

Stormshift on the other hand is a very emotionally sensitive character. Not only are her own emotions sensitive, but she is highly in tune to the emotions of others. This is probably one of many coping mechanisms she developed from growing up alongside decepticons. She has the ability to almost sense when someone is about to throw a punch or fire a gun because her survival depended on it. Being at the bottom of the decepticon food chain for many years caused her to develop a few reflexes and instincts to dodge and duck and hide. At the time of meeting Whirl, she would most likely be going through a crisis of figuring out what it means to be an Autobot vs being a decepticon, and also she would be working through the trauma of her past and learning that people who care about her should not intentionally hurt her.

I imagine that Stormshift would also be learning that she doesn’t have to follow everyone’s command or do everything someone says because Autobots typically don’t shoot their troops for disobeying orders. She would probably flinch every time she did something against what she was told or suggested just in case. I hypothesize that Whirl, being the expressive loose cannon that he is, would probably make her flinch a lot because of his volatile nature. Whirl would probably take notice of how much she seemed to flinch and cower around him, and I imagine him being first confused, then intrigued, and then amused and entertained by her flinching problem. I bet he’d step into a room she was in and make sudden movements just to see what got her to jump or duck. Stormshift would be very confused by his antics, but slowly over time I actually think that Whirl’s actions of messing around and seeing what got her to flinch would inadvertently condition Stormshift into not being as afraid or nervous about sudden movements.

Another little headcanon thing I have is that Stormshift would in some ways be both afraid of and drawn to Whirl. He would probably remind her a bit of the decepticons while also causing her to look up to him and empathize with him, especially if she learned about his past. With the other Autobots telling her that Whirl is bad news and she should stay away from him, she would want to know why and so she’d be curious about him but also afraid. Whirl being whirl, I can imagine him telling her things like “I eat decepticons twice your size for breakfast” and “I’m your worst nightmare, kid!”, using her fear of him to brag to everyone that he scares decepticons. Stormshift is a pretty timid little thing who often takes the word of bots bigger and older than her as the law, and so she would believe every word he said. She would probably also sense his loneliness and gravitate towards that, being very lonely and lost herself. She wouldn’t understand her emotions of how scared she was of Whirl and yet how she didn’t want to leave his side.

Stormshift has a tendency to get attached to people. Whirl isn’t really good at making friends, but he’s plenty good at making enemies. Both of them likely believe that they are not worth others’ effort to be friends with. I imagine Whirl being like a delinquent big brother to Stormshift, and Stormshift being a clingy little sister to him. In time I could see their animosity towards each other possibly growing into an imbalanced friendship where both of them are learning what it means to be friends. Whirl tends to be selfish and acts on any whim that comes to his mind. Stormshift is loyal and naive. She’s been abused in the past and she has been hurt to a point of no return. While Whirl sees the darkest side of what people are and acknowledges it, Stormshift has had so much negative in her life that she has trained herself to see the one positive thing in a person, no matter how broken or cruel. She’s gotten to a point where she blindly puts her faith in people because she wants to believe in them. I wonder what would happen if after awhile she came to see the good in Whirl and tell him what she saw.

Sorry if this is a little long. It’s just some deep ramblings I had about a character dynamic I think would be kinda interesting. Please know that I don’t ship Stormshift with Whirl or any other canon character. This is just my thoughts on a potential character dynamic that would be really cool. I think maybe Stormshift’s innocence would eventually get Whirl to a point of facing his inner demons and possibly even healing from the past. It’s fun to theorize how their interactions might go.

[crimsonrevolt]

Congratulations Fallon you’ve been accepted to Crimson Revolt as Thorfinn Rowle!

↳ please refer to our character checklist

Death Eaters are always chilling to me, especially when written well, and Thorfinn was no exception. I loved how you balanced the subtle edge between charming and vengeful and constructed a character who uses everything he can to his advantage and spares no mercy. Your interpretation for him was everything that I didn’t realize he was lacking in skeleton form alone, and it was beautiful (and terrifying) seeing him come to life in your writing! We’re so excited to see what you do to build him further and what kind of impact he’ll have in the rp! *your request to age Thorfinn up has been accepted

application beneath the cut; tw: death, violence, murder, torture, abuse

OUT OF CHARACTER

INTRODUCTION

Hello! I’m Fallon, twenty-one, reside in the CST, and go by She/Her pronouns. And for that optional fact: I am originally from Germany.

ACTIVITY

Between a 1-10 I would currently set myself at a 6 or 7. I do run two roleplays of my own, and university is back in session as well as me having work.

TRIGGERS

*removed for privacy

HOW DID YOU FIND US?

Your confessions blog showed up on my recommended blogs, and clicking it out of curiosity, I found myself very much appreciative of all the kind words your members left there. Hoping the roleplay was still active I clicked onward to the main, thus discovering your exquisite roleplay! Also sidenote hi Jen Boo Bear.

WHAT HARRY POTTER CHARACTER DO YOU IDENTIFY WITH MOST?

Hang on to your wands, kids, because this is about to get deep (sorta). I identify most with Sirius Black (alright, so maybe I haven’t been to Azkaban, but we’re disregarding that bit). Being considered as an initial outcast, especially amongst his family, is something I can greatly relate to. With a family that has always ventured on a certain path, holds strict values, and expects their descendants not to differ, both my brother and I haven’t always been received in the best of light. But in the end this unfortunate upbringing didn’t discourage him, but shaped him, and I like to believe that like Sirius, in the end, will be sure of my chosen path.

ANYTHING ELSE?

Just to age up Thorfinn to twenty as earlier discussed, and thank you for considering my application!

IN CHARACTER

DESIRED CHARACTER

Thorfinn Aesir Rowle

Thorfinn: ‘thunder’

Aesir: ‘of the gods’

Rowle: ‘renown, wulf, wolf’

FACE CLAIM

Dominic Sherwood

REASON FOR CHOSEN CHARACTER

I’m a sucker for the dark, battle-worn antagonist, and most likely lack the ability to play anything but. I often play Antonin Dolohov or Amycus Carrow, but one of the things that drew me to Thorfinn Rowle was the simple fact that I’ve never seen him as a character in an HP roleplay before, and that I was instantly drawn to give his character a voice that I have yet to see. I immensely enjoyed all the carefully chosen aesthetics for your characters, but the dark princeling aura I was struck with by Thorfinn’s stuck with me.

I see him with wicked grins and darkly promising smirks; donning a crimson, cracked crown. He is not the calm before the storm, or the storm itself. He is the devastating aftermath; what the world left for others to see. A loose cannon, an army’s artillery, the Coliseum walls, and possibly the tragedy of Pompeii. Rage is his conquerer. I see him a strong-willed and brutally honest; with a sharp dose of unforgiving. He is prepared to move hell and earth to obtain what he wants, obliterate anything in his path no matter the consequence. Socially, he prefers isolation; volatile actions being the loudest thing about him. He’s apathetic, and considers emotions a distraction, a waste of ability. People tend to avoid him due to his cynic and unpredictable nature. However, if he likes you— though you would never find him admitting it— then he’s more inclined to make an effort not to piss you off. He wears vengeance without a cloak, and has swept over lives with its very existence. His charming persona is often a ruse, a swift way to invite you in before the killing blow.

PREFERRED SHIPS // CHARACTER SEXUALITY // GENDER & PRONOUNS

Thorfinn identifies as a male with the use of He/Him pronouns. Though he is demisexual, he has found that he holds a preference for men. Romance is a falsity, and sex is as simple as intoxicated convenience. With parents that married due to bloodline, had a child for the sole purpose of an heir and lineage, he does not hold the best views on relationships. He considers them a ruse, and strongly believes he lacks the emotions to pursue them (or hold the patience to achieve them).

As for ships, Thorfinn, I believe, would do well with someone of similar mind and position. A death eater, as merciless as himself, would cause an initial, gravitational pull. Someone that has known their share of tragedy, and that holds a pension for volatile behavior. Someone he can kill with, but also, in the end, perhaps trust and self-teach a fondness for.

CREATE ONE (OR MORE!) OF THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR CHARACTER:

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IN CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE

♔ If you were able to invent one spell, potion, or charm, what would it do, what would you use it for or how would you use it? Feel free to name it:

His mouth twisted with vile intent. There were plenty of spells for inducing silence; to singe the worthless tongues emitting mindless, dimwitted banter. “Perhaps a spell that removes your tongue,” he proposed, mismatched eyes flickering toward his inquirer, “so that when the silence is lifted, you will be forced to remain mute.” He sunk into the leather sofa — his seat a throne wherever he sat— and hoisted legs crossed at the ankle atop a crystalline table. Someone’s priceless heirloom, no doubt. Thorfinn pictured his knuckles testing the strength of the glass, and the force needed to fracture its history. How little he cared, and how much he urged to set ablaze someone’s foundation of precious memory. “Or,” he continued, a dark chuckle bubbling within the cauldron of his hollow throat, “I could simply cut out your tongue.”

♔ You have to venture deep into the Forbidden Forest one night. Pick one other character and one object (muggle or magical), besides your wand, that you’d want with you:

His grin was a trap; a feigned charming persona a fallacy. It was an invitation to lean toward the wolf’s bloodied maw and bare their jugular to ivory fangs; their life forfeit to his usurping snarl. Camaraderie was a long lost, archaic concept to the bloodied prince. Who would he have beside him in war, if not but himself, the only being he knew to depend on upon a genocidal battleground? “Freyja.” At least she was loyal. “Scarier than any bloody werewolf, and knives have never done me wrong.”

♔ What kinds of decisions are the most difficult for you to make?

His brows furrowed, and a dramatic, over-exasperated sigh was its accompaniment. “The decision to answer this question.” He could feel his hands become coated in oil-slick scarlet, sticking his palms together with familial blood. Then his fingers, curling around the dagger’s hilt, and its silvery blade embedding its sharp structure into an unmarred canvas. Again. And again. And again. The parental slaughter had been the most effortless decision of his life. What could be difficult, when your actions were comprised of reactive ideas? Decisions for my wellbeing, he thought, the realization tasting acidic.

♔ What is one thing you would never want said about you?

Flames licked behind mismatched irises. That was rather personal. Through his stoic demeanor came a feign of allowance where discord stood vigil. The query posed could never truly hold a valid response. To allow a crack disrupt his fortress? The idea was built on an inferior man’s principles. His voice captured a death eater’s generic principle: “That I was merciful.” What priest in their dutiful confessional could possess his true answer? Oh, how Thorfinn’s words could set its frame ablaze. The presence of his sins could ignite it, perishing the priest to embers, leaving the scene to ash.

WRITING SAMPLE

(Flashback, Age seventeen, Christmas Eve)

Outside, the Rowle mansion was an exquisite portrait; its estate’s entirety blanketed by a delicate layer of frigid snow. Dusk had sunk the brightest globe, and engulfed the elegant architecture in a fine veil of twilight. Inside, the shadowed hallways were ablaze with screeching, humanoid howls. Inside, a chamber’s immoral walls were drenched by a garnet-tinted paint.

It had begun with his vision of a mother— an empress in her evening silk. A son had ascended stairs which rose toward heaven, yet truly descended into hell. She was seated upon her deep-violet, ornately carved throne, the tip of a feathered quill peeking through a curtain of ashen hair as her cranium dipped to write upon parchment. “I am busy, Asger.” The son had taken another, sinisterly determined step. His mother’s head lifted, and he was met with her porcelain features through a mirror’s reflection. She swiveled around to face him. “Thorfinn.” Her tone was riddled with surprise; had he ever intruded her chambers before? Or, perhaps, the shock withdrawn from her siren-song voice was the result of his wand, steadily directed toward her. She rose with  years of practiced grace, and he, the birthed puppeteer whom cut her fraying chords by a whispered, fatal curse. And then, she cascaded, her elegance smite. She looked like the angel she never was. And him? Only demons soaked themselves in blood.

The man convulsed beneath the wand’s volatile scrutiny. Its possessor stalked felled prey, predatory gate circling the pursuit of an oncoming kill. The last of his lineage, brought low.  “How does it feel?” he queried, tone level, voice failing to rise above his father’s ceaseless war-cries. “Does your blood feel frozen? Do your bones feel shattered? Does your body feel ripped apart?” He wished to pluck his tendons, incinerate his veins. How does it feel? he thought, to be the receiver of such senseless, merciless brutality. He’d known its pained definition for seventeen years— a length that which confessed itself a millennia of accursed onslaught. His father had swallowed lucifer’s luck; he’d only tasted its iron for mere hours.

And then he unsheathed a bladed heirloom; meant for crystalline encasement, yet selected for insidious motive. Thorfinn knelt beside his father’s mangled figure, the torturous curse subsiding, paying tribute to its subterfuge. “How does it feel?” he repeated, the inquiry infested with sadistic promise. “I’ll teach you.”  Like you taught me. There was a spray of pink mist as he drove the dagger home, discoloring his ivory flesh. Turbulent wrath. Barbaric savagery. Ferocious fury. Colossal sin. The blade rescinded to his potent rage with a sickening shing and squelch. The knife committed its massacre; a rerun of sharp steel embedding itself into a shallow-breathing frame.

The host’s mouth parted to expel a current of blood; staining loathing lips with death’s lipstick. Again, a caged voice whispered, rattling his vandalized skull. Again. Again. Again. The battlecries no longer echoed from his father’s frozen throat. They were his elicitations, tearing through his system with each thrust of the weapon.

Exhaustion finalized the deed. At its release, the knife struck the earth with clattering force. The victor rose, armored in liquified rubies. His victim lay in grotesque mutilation, a corpse devoid of its proper casket. The wraith vanished from its demolishing destination, and sought an eloquent alternative.

Deft digits slipped upon the keys, revealing red smears upon their stark notes. The kneazle’s lioness paws left perfect, scarlet-printed shapes atop the piano’s glossy roof. She sat poised on charcoal-colored haunches, sharing a piercing gaze with her murderous owner. “Happy Christmas, Freyja.”

[jynxd]

ᴍᴜꜱᴇ ᴅᴇᴍᴇᴀɴᴏʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀɴɴᴇʀɪꜱᴍꜱ ɢᴜɪᴅᴇ.

ᴇʏᴇꜱ. avoids eye contact when nervous, maintains eye contact when nervous, avoids eye contact due to being neurodivergent, enjoys eye contact as a means to read and convey emotion, looks down when emotional, looks up when emotional, cries openly, wipes tears quickly, suppresses tears, wandering gaze when lost in thought, holds gaze while thinking, seeks out eye contact for reassurance, seeks out eye contact to gauge enthusiasm during conversations, eyes move constantly during conversation, expressive eyes, emotions only evident through eyes, uses eye contact to intimidate, looks up while thinking, looks down while thinking.

ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ. clasps behind back,  rests in lap,  fidgets with clothes,  twiddles thumbs,  chews at nails,  pushes back cuticles,  draws patterns on table/counter surfaces,  animated gestures while speaking,  only gestures to emphasize,  utilizes sign language,  speaks only through sign,   callouses,  scars,  smooth,  wrinkled,  worn,  soft,  delicate,  boney,  slender,  thick,  veiny,  touches others while speaking,  reaches out while laughing,  reaches out to comfort others,  reaches out to seek comfort,  places face in hands when exasperated,  places face in hands when exhausted,  places palms over eyes to hide when overwhelmed,  rests chin in hands,  taps fingers when impatient,  taps fingers when nervous,  taps fingers while thinking,  scratches scalp,  strokes chin,  rubs back of head,  toys with objects around them,  runs fingers over surfaces while walking by.

ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ. chews lip,  chews at inside of cheek,  licks lips,  bites tongue,  chews on straws,  resting frown,  resting smile,  neutral resting expression,  resting pout,  grinds teeth,  flexes jaw,  covers mouth when laughing,  covers mouth when shocked,  covers mouth when concerned,  hands to lips while thinking,  covers mouth when chewing,  chews with mouth closed,  chews with mouth open,  smirks,  grins,  subtle smiles,  wide smiles,  sad smiles,  intimidating smiles,  menacing grins,  openly smiles,  tries to suppress smiles,  bares teeth when angry,  lips quiver when emotional,  stutters,  speaks quickly,  speaks slowly,  good pronunciation,  poor pronunciation,  moderate pronunciation,  purses lips,  sucks in lips,  holds mouth open when shocked or confused.

ʟᴇɢꜱ. bounces leg when 'nervous',  draws knees to chest when sitting,  draws knees to chest as a means of comfort,  sits on knees,  sits with legs criss crossed,  sits with legs spread open in chairs,  crosses legs when sitting in chairs,  sits with one leg folded under the other,  places feet on furniture,  never places feet on furniture,  sits on counters,  sits on desks,  sits on tables,  sits on edge of seat,  sits hunched over with forearms on knees,  arches one knee up,  sits on the arm of chairs/couches,  feet on dashboard,  swings legs back and forth when sitting somewhere elevated,  wiggles toes when nervous,  wiggles toes as a general tick,  shuffles feet,  kicks foot into ground,  stomps feet,  loud footsteps,  quiet footsteps,  silent footsteps.

ʜᴀɪʀ. runs fingers through hair,  tugs at hair,  picks at scalp,  chews on hair,  twists locks of hair while thinking or nervous,  smooths out locks of hair while thinking or nervous,  prefers hair out of face,  prefers long hair,  prefers short hair,  wears hair back,  keeps hair down,  smooths back hair,  plays with other’s hair while talking,  plays with own hair while talking,  strokes hair to 'comfort' others,  likes having hair stroked for their own comfort,  braids others’ hair while talking,  braids own hair while talking,  flips hair out of face,  pushes hair out of face,  leaves hair alone even when falling into face.

Tagged by: @nightmarefuele

Tagging: @ferinehuntress @shimmerbeasts (Silco or Jinx) @hexcoremagician @knightfeared , and anyone else who wants to do it!

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ADHD:

Even as powder before the uprising, she displayed adhd like tendencies that usually showed in the way with was constantly fidgeting with pencils and writing utensils.

However it all began to affect her much more she got older. After being taken in by Silco and learning about her talent in making bombs, she began use those as her fidget toy. This included all of the little rivets and gears. A couple of times she even accidentally set off the bomb, which were luckily not explosive. It takes her longer to make it because she fidgets with everything, which is most common in her bombs.

Another thing She constantly fidgets with is pow-pow.

The biggest thing that affects her is that she struggles to maintain eye contact. For example while she will briefly make eye contact with Silco, it will only last for a second until she looks away. That's because eye contact is too awkward for her, and it makes her very uncomfortable. As a result she'll also bite her lip.

SHE DOES HYPERFIXATE. Once she finds something to hyperfixate on, she struggles to shift gears. Usually this comes with making bombs or other types of weaponry. She also does this with drawing and writing notes.

And finally, she has problems staying in one place at time as result of the energy she typically has. If she does she moves her body in some way, whether its rocking, moving her arms while in sitting positions, or pacing back and fourth.

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AESTHETICS and APPEARANCE:

TATTOOS:

What started off as a few cloud tattoos have extended to a fully covered right arm sleeve that goes up to right side of her chest, which also covers a small part of her shoulder blade as well. Her ribcage still as the same amount of tattoos. On left shoulder blade she has a single cloud on her shoulder. She still has the same clouds in her back.

Jinx also has the eye of zaun tattooed on her other left hand, maintaining the purple color of the sign. This is her most treasured tattoo, as she got it in dedication to Silco and their cause. In the case of the setting with a particular Silco, Jinx got it after being conditioned to symbolize her decision. (Art I commission from @ferinehuntress below)

SCARS and MARKS:

Jinx has several scars fights she has been with her various enemies, such as one on her left ribcage, which hasn't healed even after getting a shimmer enhancement.

She has a small birthmark behind her right ear that looks like a small burn mark.

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Eavesdropping/Spying:

Jinx has always been one for observing from a distance, constantly eavesdropping on conversations throughout the lanes. Because of this she is usually aware of things going on in the lanes. Unfortunately she has yet to locate the Firelights base, so that is the only area of the lanes she has no knowledge of yet. Something she is working to rectify.

However, it isn't just the lanes that Jinx spies on. Despite her hatred for anything Piltover, jinx has made a personal mission to get all the information she could about the goings-on topside. As such Jinx has several underground networks and tunnels leading up to Piltover and its various important buildings. This includes many of the major houses.

Most importantly, she has found ways to secretly infiltrate the academy. She often listens in on any council meetings she can. The more boring details she tends to keep to herself. However, any important, need to know, information she reports directly to Silco. (This includes any information regarding the hex-tech, hexgates, and business dealings that may affect Zaun.)

It was due to this that she knew where to find the hex-tech gemstone.

It is also worth noting that in the case of Jinx getting spotted, she is typically wearing Piltovian attire to blend in. She has various little disguise outfits for this, whether its blending in as an enforcer (which works unless spotted by caitlyn. Marcus has spotted her a few times but due to his deal with Silco he does nothing.) or looking like one of the lesser houses. Jinx will also typically change her hair style to fit in, although this in particular she hates as her braids hold a fond memory.

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VASTAYAN HERITAGE:

Unbeknownst to Jinx, she's always had violent, animalistic tendancies. This is due the fact that has Vastayan lineage. In her specific case it is tied to Vastayan Wolverines. The earliest sign of this was the fact that at a young age, even before being taken in by Silco, she discovered she had a a pair of horizontal fangs in the back of her mouth. She discovered this when she bit down on someone's arm in self defense. Noting that the indents weren't shaped like normal sets out of teeth that and she had no known sharp teeth at the time and seemed to rip skin off.

This also affects her personality when it comes to confrontation. Much like Wolverines, Jinx is not intimidate by size or strength, she will pick a fight with anyone and manage to win. Nor does the amount matter, as in the case with the firelights, she will fight them all by herself.

Another important note is that Jinx does not typically jump into battle right away. She looks afar, like a hunter, and waits for the most opportune moment to strike. Such as when she is on top of the bridge, she sends her firelight bombs first, then comes to down to finish the job while everyone is weak. Or even at the hex gates, where she lied in wait for two firelights to be vulnerable, stalking in the shadows. This is behavior once more picked up from her heritage.

Other key features include a keen sense of smell and the ability to climb, both of which but especially climbing, has been something Jinx has always been able to do since she was young. As Jinx is excellent at climbing in places she shouldn't and getting into tight spots she wouldn't ordinally be able to reach.

All of these traits are heightened after being conditioned as a hound from Silco, the instinct to stalk especially has become increasingly high. As she does this subconsciously to those around her. (Note that this last para only applies to specific lore.)

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[ B ] ASIC INFORMATION　.

LEGAL   NAME: Powder/ Jinx MOST   KNOWN   AS: Jinx NICKNAME(S): Loose canon, pow-pow, little sapphire ( @ferinehuntress) , little predator ( @shimmerbeasts )

DATE   OF   BIRTH: October 10th

SEX: She/They

PLACE   OF   BIRTH: Zaun

CURRENTLY   LIVING: Zaun, mainly mid city

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Piltovian (from experience with them.) (Mun has no knowledge lolll)

EDUCATION: No education, was taught by Silco

HAIR   COLOR: Sapphire blue

EYE   COLOR: Purple (from Shimmer enhancement), blue (piltie verse)

HEIGHT: 5' 3

[ F ] AMILY INFORMATION　.

SIBLING(S):　Viktor ( Adopted brother/ @hexcoremagician , Vi (Biological sister)

PARENT(S): Silco (Adoptive father), unnamed biological mother and father

CHILDREN: None.

PET(S): Unnamed amount of cats that she calls kitty (typically is seen wandering around her tower.) One cat named spike ( Yes it has a spikey collar.)

[ R ] ELATIONSHIP INFORMATION　.

SEXUAL   ORIENTATION: Bisexual

RELATIONSHIP   STATUS: None

SINCE   WHEN: N/A

TAGGED BY: @ferinehuntress

TAGGING: Anyone who wants to do it. Just tag me so I get to see it :)

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PERCEPTION:

Reading body and non verbal language:

Most in the crew and those in the undercity use non verbal communication, including Jinx at an older age. As such Jinx has picked this trait up from Silco, over her first few years. He taught her that the world was dangerous, full of people she couldn’t trust, but she had to know the signs. Had to see past acts. It took time, but eventually she gained the ability to read and understand someone based on the way they carried themselves.

As such she is keenly aware when someone’s demeaner shifts based even the most minimal of changes, such as subtle nervous ticks, or even a small glint of the eye. All the while acutely aware of where their hands are at all times.

She was also used to this kind of language with Silco, who typically conveys his messages through the way he stared at you… or how precise spots that he would hold her hand to get her attention.

However in her distrust in people, Jinx sometimes see more then what is there. Someone who has good intentions may be mistake for someone she believes intends on doing harm. So often she is on high alert and quick to reach for her gun or bombs in case.

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MENTAL STABILITY:

Jinx often has flashbacks of losing her parents, so as a result she hears her parents voices and occasionally Vi's. Sometimes, when it comes to the voices of her parents, it gives her a sense of calm. However more often than not they shame her for not staying with Vi. Blame her for leaving her, instead. Vi is the most common voice she hears and insights rage. However, thanks to her support systems growing up ( Silco, and even Sevika- who so often comforted her, she realized that they weren't real. To the detriment of Vi actually being there physically doesn't affect her, not ordinally because she still thinks she's not real. It doesn't blind her when it comes to missions, such as freezing up or getting distracted but it does affect her emotionally.

EMOTIONAL STABILITY:

The PTSD affects her more on the emotional level, as her mood can so quickly change from being playful to shooting everyone in the facility down with any of her guns. (Or her hands if she has no weapon available.) She is more prone to emotional outbursts and break downs, though that is more common when around Silco or someone (Viktor applies here too) she allows to see her vulnerability.

Her strongest emotion is typically rage as seeing enforcers makes instantly shake and be quick to the trigger. This is also the case with anyone she knows is after her family, but is more of a defensive or desperation reaction. The only exception is Vi, who she constantly changes between wanting to hate her and wanting to forgive her. That which in itself causes emotional turmoil.

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|| Thanatos || Witnessing the ending of another being, creature, phase, or stage has deep consequences for the psyche. When was a time your muse witnessed something end? How did it effect them?

Meme here | Accepting

At first there were sounds of shouting. Gun fire making her ears ring so loud it was hard for her to hear much else. Enforcers surrounded the area as she was barely out of their vision. Her hands were trembling, her eyes wide…bloodshot almost.

‘Promise you’ll stay right here, powder? I’ll be back as soon as I know the coast is clear, but you have to promise you’ll stay here.’

And she had but it was hard. Not after seeing what the enforcers had done to their parents. She watched as fellow zaunite stood their ground and got shot. Images of bloodshed ingrained in her mind even as she forced herself to look away, to close her eyes. Her eyes were burning from all the endless tears.

Where was Vi? Why hadn’t she come back? She should’ve been back by now…

And then Jinx opened her eyes and she was in her room. She clenched her fists and in his state of rage wiped all of her hard work off the table. Papers were scattered everywhere, floating to the ground as tears streamed down her face.

‘We’ll show them. We will show them all.’

Jinx let out a loud scream that echoed around her tower. “Oh we’ll show them alright, take what they’ve taken from me…”

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Having been taken in by Silco after separated from Vi after her parents death, Jinx grew up believing that Vi had abandoned her. So by the age of 7, she’d already adopted the name of Jinx. Both in attempt to lose any connection to her old life and signify the start of a new one.

So by the time she briefly reunites with Vi after Vander has been taken, she barely recognizes her. When she does recognize her, instead of relieve it only fuels her with more rage. Both at seeing VI’s new siblings and knowing that she was there fighting what she believes is her family.

“So you went and replaced me with new siblings, huh? I don’t need you anyway.” Thus from there her hatred for Vi anyone that opposes Silco and her family only grows.

That’s also a sentiment that festers into her emotional and mental instability (more on that later) as she gets well into her teenage years.

There is a small part of Powder left, however, so she dances between the dilemma of hating her Sister and wanting to forgive her for everything.

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8. name two or more things your muse can’t leave the house without. 17. what is their favorite scent? (candles, perfume, food, etc.)

Small detail meme | accepting

8. Outside of her usual weapons, bombs, and a few shimmer vials. Jinx doesn't carry much with her. However, have a small shark shape fidget toy that silco made for her when they were still at the cannery, which looked like her favorite shark chomper. She also has a necklace with a gemstone that her mother used to wear in her pouch.

17. Jinx absolutely loves the smell of freshly cooked fish, especially if it comes from Jericho's. (which is her favorite place to eat!)