#✘︱no matter the difference he’s still fucked up︱( alt fc )

[antiiheroic]

𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏

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Congratulations, KITA! You’ve been accepted for the role of CORIOLANUS. Admin Minnie: Kita, I genuinely don’t think we’ve had a Cyrus like yours join us in Verona. The way you capture both Cyrus’s beauty and his ugliness both. All that entitlement, all that arrogance, all that charm — you’ve grasped it masterfully. You understand Cyrus on a deep, personal level; but that’s not why I was so excited to accept your application. Ultimately, it was this line that really won me over: “But mostly, I am here because of this: if I do not stand witness to a falling star, if I do not love him as he is–, then I fear no one ever will.” I’m already in love with your Cyrus for who he is, and all the potential he has to ruin my life! Please read over the checklist and send in your blog within 24 hours.

WELCOME TO THE MOB.

OUT OF CHARACTER Alias | kita Age | 20 Preferred Pronouns | she/her Activity Level | I think I can be fairly active. I am a full-time student, so my priority will always be there, but I always aim to get my replies done within a week. 6/10 or more? Hopefully more. Timezone | EST 

(also English is not my first language so pls be kind)

IN CHARACTER Character |

Cyrus Vicente Sloane ; CORIOLANUS FC: Lorenzo Zurzolo

Alt fc: Wolfgang Novogratz

What drew you to this character? |

oh Gods, where do I begin? Of all Verona’s monsters, Cyrus Sloane has to be one of the worst. At once, spoiled rotten, cruel and innately duplicitous, Cyrus is an arrogant princeling whose tyranny knows no bounds. And yet, as soon as I finished reading his biography, I knew it was over. He materialized in my mind like some sort of phantom, flashed that winning smile at me and visions of him haunted me ever after.

I saw his head across Brigette’s lap on a lazy summer afternoon. Sipping champagne out of long-stemmed glasses, wearing filigreed gold masks to cover their ugliness inside, the two of them are tyrants, fickle and fiendish things about to wreak terror on a city that has only known it.

———— “do you love me, cyrus?” she pouts. he smiles. when he kisses the petulance from her lips, there is no answer needed.

I saw his lips tilt upward into a smug grin as he and Lawrence meet up in a dingy bar. When the time comes, he throws his head back with laughter, he leans in, whispers something just loud enough for the other man to hear. This is a dangerous game to play, Lawrence knows. Nothing, after all, is ever given freely. But one look at Cyrus, at that indigent boy who seems not at all concerned with his traitorous tongue nor the consequences of it, and his fears are momentarily assuaged.

———— “all of this is just talk between friends, signor vernon,” cyrus says, waving off worries with an unconcerned shrug. lawrence pauses, raises an eyebrow, “is that what we are?”

I could wax poetic about why Cyrus is the way he is, why he plays at being charming, demands to be worshipped. But, in the end, it boils down to this: the rot in Cyrus Sloane is that he could not find it in himself to be forgiven. The anger he has in his heart, the revenge he plots– it is all because he cannot find anyone to blame but himself.

In Capetown, he learned to make weapons out of fleeting sweet-faced grins and honeyed lies. Barely into manhood, he won the hearts of his countrymen, had the ear of a kingpin, sat poised for an easy throne. But, though he had everything one could ever dream of, he still gave it all up in order to return to the place of his first and most terrible failure. Look, I have no doubt that he tells himself that he hates his mother. I have no doubt that he even believes that. However, I know that if you cut him open, you would see that he only hates that he does not hate her, not really. He hates that he cannot fault her for anything that she has ever done.

He had always idolized her, had always thought her the paragon of perfection, of stoic and unbending strength. He had never even blamed her for being cold to him– after all, his mother was never anything but pragmatic. She must have had her own reasons to toss him to the wolves. He blames her only for this: for propping up a mirror to his nature, for casting a light on a part of him that he would rather have never acknowledged… for reminding him that he was weak enough to be unwanted, that no matter how hard he tried to be beloved—he would only ever be left behind.

Yes, he is a sharp and cutting thing, hard to look at. He burns so bright, my icarian boy. He fashions himself so easy to be loved and flies so close to the sun, taunting it to shoot him down. He will ruin Verona, if he has his way. He will almost certainly burn himself up to do it. And I suppose I have applied— in part, to try and stop him, to save him from himself. But mostly, I am here because of this: if I do not stand witness to a falling star, if I do not love him as he is–, then I fear no one ever will.

What is a future plot idea you have in mind for the character? |

1— Nothing short of a prodigy in politics + war, this princeling figures some form of leadership to be the most natural application for his talents, and, as it seems, he seems destined for it. Impressed by Cyrus’ verve and natural aptitude for diplomacy, Cosimo has promoted the young man to an emissary and holds Cyrus in high regard. But, while Cyrus seems content in his position and its upwards mobility, he does not intend to take orders forever.

In his biography, there are inklings of a betrayal from Cyrus to the Capulets written throughout his biography. His position to Lawrence as an informant is an obvious clue of lack of loyalty, but it definitely goes far beyond that. Cyrus pays no mind to any man (nor God). He is only concerned with his own interest.

While the possibility of Cyrus becoming a Montague is tantalizing, I think Cyrus hates the Capulets for what they have done to him, but he hates all of Verona the same way. Trading loyalties to the Montagues, to another mob family with a rigid hierarchy isn’t how Cyrus sees himself. He wants to be King, not just a soldier with a different perspective of the Castelvecchio Bridge. Right now, Cyrus does his best to play at peace. But, as the war in Verona streets escalates, the number of neutral sanctuaries decreases, I intend to make Cyrus prove himself loyal to a side, once and for all— whichever one that may be.

———— “Do you not trust me?” Cyrus grins. With his teeth bared and the whites of his eyes glittering in the dark, he looks like the Cheshire cat. You think you have never trusted him less.

2— Earnestly, I think that Cyrus probably wouldn’t betray the Capulets for the Montagues. However, I didn’t say Cyrus wouldn’t betray the Capulets altogether. In fact, for his goal (just like… enacting revenge on all of Verona), I think it’s more likely than not that he will betray them at some point. A thread I’ve been following through the biographies is Cassian’s ties to certain neutral parties (olivia + mona in particular). I could be misreading, but Olivia has her eyes on him. Mona knows his secrets. Like snakes, they cut through the grass, wrap themselves around the prey and they squeeze. Pressure mounting, Cassian might crack sometime soon. And Cyrus— well, he’s nothing if not an opportunist.

In the biography, it is explicitly stated that Cyrus seeks to overtake Cassian. Though Cyrus plays the part of being his dutiful student, he has no real affection for his mentor. Ever since he has been in Verona, he has tried to get closer to his mentor. However, when he spots Olivia’s watchful gaze on the man, I think Cyrus will jump at the chance to act– to finally show that he is not someone to be underestimated. I think this is a perfect opportunity for him to stumble.

I would love to see him team up with Mona and Olivia to amp up the pressure on Cassian. And moreover, I would love to see Cyrus’ loyalties be swayed to them entirely. In my eyes, Mona Chen is someone who thrives in duplicity, whose mother (and father) has not been kind to her and someone who Cyrus knows- will never bow to anyone. It is those things that Cyrus respects. It is those things that will make Cyrus vulnerable to her.

Perhaps Cyrus just passes information about Cassian to Mona and Olivia at first. he offers his assistance from time to time. But maybe things go deeper. Maybe he sees Mona as the coming storm, as someone who will brings the winds of change. Maybe Cyrus can be even convinced to follow her entirely. In any case, this is a perfect opportunity for Cyrus to make a misstep, for him to reveal too much about himself and having that be his undoing. Mona is a woman who deals with secrets and has no problem weaponizing that. It would be awful for him, if she had some dirt of him.

———— “You cannot think that I will let you crush my mentor,” he says, “at least, not without my help.”

3— What is Cyrus without his mother? What is a list of plots without Cyrus and Vivianne on it?. Honestly, I don’t even know where this is going to go. I just know that it’s going to hurt so exquisitely. If you asked Cyrus about his mother, he would laugh. I have your love, he would say, why do I need hers? There is no hard feelings between the two of them, he says. What she did gave him a better life. I mean, just look at him. He was spoiled in Capetown, given everything he ever wanted. And now that he is back in Verona, his good fortune has only followed. Right?

In the years since Cyrus left Capetown, Vivianne has only thrived. She has married Cosimo, become the underboss of the city’s best crime family (fuck u, montagues). She has even found a surrogate daughter to replace him, one that she loves in ways that she never could with him. It is clear that the problem was never with her. To a layman’s eye, Cyrus is nothing but an indigent boy who aims to make Verona his playground. Reveling in every waking moment in the city, he’s a reckless and terrible thing, content to leave caution to the wind so long as he conquers these streets. But the truth is– he has no appetite for ambition without her as an audience, no desire to prove his happiness and success if the news will not travel somehow to her ears.

He hates Vivianne. But what he hates most about her is that—while he would have done anything for her attention, she never seemed to care for him. ———— “You have the world, Cyrus,” she says, calm as ever. He laughs. ”Does it matter? I would have given it all up if you had just been there.”

Are you comfortable with killing off your character? | not yet.

IN DEPTH In-Character Para Sample:

//// I WROTE THIS LITERALLY ALL TODAY BC I WANTED TO GET MY APP IN PLS DONT JUDGE TOO HARSHLY

Mass had only ended an hour or so ago. The candles lit for the service still smoldered from having been snuffed out. But Cyrus held no pretensions—sanctity had left this house of worship far before that.

There was nothing holy about this place, he ascertained.  

Perhaps there never had been.

Of course—he would not deny that, as a child, Cyrus had found the Cattedrale di Verona impossibly beautiful. A feat of architecture like no other, it had filled his chest with wonder to see the golden mural that arched across the vaulted ceiling, the reverential way sunlight passed through the stained glass. However, he had long since learned that the spectacle was only a clever ruse. Just like most things in Verona, beauty existed only to hide the rot that so often lurked beneath.

As he walked through the empty pews now, he felt a visceral disgust with himself. How had he not seen it? While he sat in these very seats, knelt on this very floor, sought out something bigger than himself, looked in every corner to find out why the room always felt so empty, he had been blind to the cracks in walls, the chips in the paint. The priest had said once to him that “in god, he would find all answers”—but there was no salvation to be found here.

Even when he had needed it the most, he had never found any salvation here.

Yes, you see he understood now. There was only one reason why he came to the Cathedral now: to drink in his bitterness, to remind himself of the debt he was owed.

The Cathedral was his, just like this city was. Not in that he believed in it or that he loved it more than anyone else, but because he had paid for it ten times over. It had promised him mercy and benevolence and safety, but, when every alley had looked like fear and every corner had held another terrible surprise, it had denied him of all of it. When he was weak, they had cast him aside, and he still remembered that casual cruelty, still felt the sting of rejection and could not bear it.

With no one around to stop him, Cyrus clambered atop an empty pew and went to light a cigarette. While the puff of smoke rose ever upwards, caressed the faces of Abaddon and John, St. Michael and Magog, he laughed. How prescient of them, he thought to himself, to paint a picture of their own reckoning.

He stubs his cigarette out on the pew. It leaves a scorch mark, but he does not seem to care. He offers a rakish smile to no one in particular. He laughs.

“You would forgive me,” he says to the empty air.

(And look- look at that winsome smile, at that careless leer. You could try to fault him for something. He would dare you to. But you would still forgive him anyways.)

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A REALLY LONG  CHARACTER  SURVEY.

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FULL NAME : Will be revealed in due time. NICKNAME : Frog, Blackberry, Atlas, Kouji, Jackal, Bork Pupper The First. AGE : Actually waaaay more old than one would think, yet appears to be around his mid twenties. BIRTHDAY : November 10th. ETHNIC GROUP : Japanese. NATIONALITY : Technically japanese. LANGUAGE / S : English, japanese, chinese. SEXUAL ORIENTATION : Demisexual. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : Demiromantic. RELATIONSHIP STATUS : Widowed. CLASS : Way before anything happened, middle classed. Afterwards it simply didn’t matter, wolves such as him and his pack cared not for such things. HOME TOWN / AREA : Deep in the woods of Japan, areas unexplored by men still. CURRENT HOME : Adjacent rural areas, any place he can find or any place the humans who ‘adopt’ him take him to. PROFESSION : Unemployed.

PHYSICAL.

HAIR : Black with a bluish hue to it, bangs split in the middle and stand up at the end just like the rest of his hair. Short but abundant. EYES : Sharp, almost cat like. Golden hues with a certain ‘dna’ pattern in the iris around the pupil, barely visible unless seen upclose. FACE : Oval shaped, sharp chin. LIPS : Thin and long, upper lips stands out more than the lower lip. Pale-ish, don’t really stand out much. COMPLEXION : Skin is pale yet not unhealthy looking, a little dry and rough to the touch however except where the tattoos are: there the skin is smooth and soft.  BLEMISHES : None. SCARS : None, supernatural healing allows no scarring. TATTOOS : Many, starting from the face then following his collarbone and very base of the neck that go around the back of it as well, upper arms and then shoulder blades/back. Was born with them. HEIGHT : Six feet three inches exactly if standing completely straight. (6′3″)  WEIGHT :  One hundred and seventy eight pounds. (178 lbs) BUILD : Muscular, thick and toned overall. Broad chest and somewhat small hips, thick thighs. Has a very obvious case of them bara tiddies. FEATURES : Long somewhat sharp nails, sharp canines that poke out slightly over lower lips. ALLERGIES : Silver, will make his skin turn red and swell. USUAL HAIR STYLE : Pretty messy overall, never attempts to comb through it or fix it up a bit. USUAL FACE LOOK : Blank, curious yet plain looking. USUAL CLOTHING : Jeans and nothing else. No shoes, no shirt, no underwear.

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR / S : Losing a loved one, murder. (Despite his ability of easily being capable of commiting the latter.) ASPIRATION / S : To get revenge on the one that took his life away. (If possible) Find a new path in life, and new life itself. POSITIVE TRAITS : Friendly, modest, forgiving, faithful, loyal, confident, listener, patient, open-minded, accepting. NEGATIVE TRAITS : Ignorant, naive, gullible, innocent, unsympathetic, extremist, resentful, merciless, cruel. ZODIAC : Scorpio. Known to hold grudges for a very long time and avoid/hide their emotions often, yet known to be extremely loyal if the circumstances are right. TEMPERAMENT : Phlegmatic. The phlegmatic temperament is fundamentally relaxed and quiet, ranging from warmly attentive to lazily sluggish. Phlegmatics tend to be content with themselves and are kind. They are accepting and affectionate. They may be receptive and shy and often prefer stability to uncertainty and change. They are consistent, relaxed, calm, rational, curious, and observant, qualities that make them good administrators. They can also be passive-aggressive. SOUL TYPE / S :  Helper:   Helper types have plenty of common sense, and a pragmatic approach to problems that ensures things get done. With their no-nonsense, roll-your-sleeves-up-and-get-the-job-done approach to life, Helpers keep the modern world rolling. Without them, our cities would grind to a halt, and the infrastructure of our societies would crumble. VICE HABIT / S :  Spacing out, getting easily distracted, being stubborn sometimes. VIRTUES / VICES: Compassion, patience, forgiving, ready to help if possible. FAITH : Unsure. Believes in certain ‘gods’ and ‘godesses’. GHOSTS ? : No. AFTERLIFE ? : Yes, experienced it himself for a while. REINCARNATION ? : Yes, experienced it and is aware of it. ALIENS ? : Has no idea what those are. POLITICAL ALIGNMENT : None. Does not care. EDUCATION LEVEL : Has never gone to any form of school or formal education. Knows speech yet lacks in writing or reading skills.

FAMILY.

FATHER :  Remembers he had one, does not remember face nor name. MOTHER : Remebers her face yet not her name. SIBLINGS :  Many. EXTENDED FAMILY :  A few adopted abandoned pups here and there. NAME MEANING / S : Does not remember their names. HISTORICAL CONNECTION ? : None.

FAVORITES.

BOOK : — MOVIE :  — 5 SONGS :  — HOLIDAY : New year. MONTH : December. SEASON : Winter. PLACE : Forest, near a river. WEATHER : Cloudy and cold. SOUND : Snow crunching under his steps. SCENT / S : Wood. TASTE / S : Salty. FEEL / S : Soft, sandy. ANIMAL / S : Canines in general. NUMBER : 4. COLORS : Black, white, grey.

EXTRA.

TALENTS :  Anything involving the use of his strength, fast and agile, be surprisingly delicately when he wants to be despite the claws and rough overall looks. BAD AT : Expressing/understanding his own emotions and the emotions of others, anything mathematical unless extremely basic. TURN ONS : Shows of power/dominance/strength/attitude, no hesitation, authority. TURN OFFS : Unconfidence, softness. HOBBIES : ‘Studying’ humans and anything having to do with them and their lifestyles. TROPES : werewolf, amnesic character, inherently powerful, innocent yet destructive main character, cute but deadly, shapeshifting, reincarnation, dog-like traits,  AESTHETIC TAGS : wolves / night / moon / cute / fangs GPOY QUOTES :  ❝ I might have forgotten who I was— But I’ll never forget what you did to me. ❞  / ❝ If there’s not a path to follow I shall make my own and find home. ❞    

FC INFO.

MAIN FC / S : Ren (Rhyme form) from DMMd.  ALT FC / S : Ren in his allmate form. OLDER FC / S : — YOUNGER FC / S : — VOICE CLAIM / S : — GENDERBENT  FC / S : — 

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1 :   if  you  could  write  your  character  your  way  in  their  own  movie ,   what  would  it  be  called ,  what  style  would  it  be  filmed  in ,  and  what  would  it  be  about ?          

A1 :  The movie would simply be tittled ‘Home’ and it’d be a kind of documentary about this wolf’s life, the struggles and good moments and how he built his pack from nothing up to the moment the monster attacked and destroyed everything he had worked so hard for. Not specifically high budget but would certainly have a lot of elements to make it look like so, lots of scenery and slow motion captures, close ups and beautiful scenes on the snow.

Q2 :   what  would  their  soundtrack / score  sound  like ?          

A2 : More often than not just the sound of the night and nature: frogs croaking and rain falling; a river flowing, snow crunching under their paws; muffled and far away callings of other animals. 

Q3 :   why  did  you  start  writing  this  character ?        

A3 :  He started of as one of my very first oc’s, specially after I started drawing and was just doodling random scribbles and whatnot; somehow I ended up drawing the same wolfman over and over again and in the end I decided to give him a story. Though, that was many years ago, this version of him is pretty much completely redacted, almost a brand new character, yet the original idea and overall story is still the same.

Q4 :   what  first  attracted  you  to  this  character ?          

A4 :  His superficial simplicity yet how complex he can be once you learn about his full story and feelings.

Q5 :   describe  the  biggest  thing  you  dislike  about  your  muse.          

A5 : Since he was pretty much raised in the wild he doesn’t know what’s morally right or wrong on modern human society, so despite trying to live as a human he isn’t looking in the right places and could be molded in the wrong ways. What I’m saying is he’s too gullible and can’t seem to think anything a human tells him is wrong, even when it is obvious. It’s soooooo easy to lie to him.

Q6 :   what  do  you  have  in  common  with  your  muse ?          

A6 :  We both can’t express our feelings properly, or are just too closed up sometimes.

Q7 :   how  does  your  muse  feel  about  you ?          

A7 : “I like him.”

Q8 :   what  characters  does  your  muse  have  interesting  interactions  with ?        

A8 : So far all of his interactions have been pretty interesting since all the characters he’s talked to so far are all so unique and different from the other. No thread is alike.

Q9 :   what  gives  you  inspiration  to  write  your  muse ?        

A9 :  It’s a little weird to put it, but my own search for curiosity in human morals and motivations gives me a lot of inspiration to write a character that does the same thing from a different perspective.

Q10 :   how  long  did  this  take  you  to  complete ?          

A10 :  A literal entire fucking day.

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VERY LONG CHARACTER SURVEY.

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BASICS.

FULL NAME: marian elizabeth hawke. the first two spoken in unison are not unlike a horrible, unparalled, cream-of-the-crop curseword to her. you can thank leandra for it NICKNAME/S: hawke, champion, chuckles AGE: 25 (beginning of act 1) / 35 (inquisition) / 37 (trespasser). BIRTHDAY:  august 20th. ETHNIC GROUP: french-chinese. NATIONALITY: fereldan. LANGUAGE/S: common tongue, mandarin, french. SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: biromantic. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: verse dependent. single by default, though she has a sexual history with certain companions back in kirkwall. CLASS: that girl with enough riches to bless the rains down in africa but her lifestyle and personal choices say otherwise.  HOMETOWN / AREA: lothering, ferelden ------- birthplace unknown. CURRENT HOME: kirkwall. PROFESSION: a legend laid to rest. an ex-member of the red iron. before kirkwall, she and her father were travelling bards, sent on missions to spy and collect information. and sometimes kill.

PHYSICAL.

HAIR: black, silken, always messy yet somehow still in place. EYES: white-blue. striking. monolids with medium-length lashes. usually clouded with dark, smoky makeup. NOSE: low nose bridge, sticking prominently from her face; rounded tip, flat nostrils. mixture of the “greek” and “mongolian” types.  FACE: sharp, square jawline, sloping gently to the chin. high cheekbones, plush cheeks. riddled with freckles. one beauty mark sitting on the curve of her upper lip. a scar also runs through her left eyebrow; bar fight, 9:32.  LIPS: thick, dark, and rounded. upper and lower lips are the same thickness. little to no cupid’s bow. always chapped, sometimes with bloody patches from where she chews the skin. a light pink in color beneath her lipstick.  COMPLEXION: very light in tone, scattered with small freckles and moles all over the body. burns easy. nose + cheeks + ears turn red in the slightest chill. itchy in winter.  BLEMISHES: what’s the occasional stress pimple at age 35? SCARS: a whole body littered with ‘em, mostly odds and ends, scratches and divots. the most prominent is the long, dipping scar along her abdomen where the arishok skewered her on his blade. some are also self-inflicted.  TATTOOS: unspecified red heraldry on her left bicep.  HEIGHT: 5′11 WEIGHT: 169 lbs. BUILD: tall and very much pear-shaped. slight shoulders that drop to a medium chest, padded ribs, plush belly, wide hips, breakneck thighs, strong calves. it becomes more noticeable in her older age (inquisition verse +). she was slimmer throughout DA2, more toned in the biceps and abdomen, though her stomach was never perfectly flat and her hips were never small.  ALLERGIES: none. she’d love to say she’s allergic to cats just so anders will leave her the fuck alone. sadly not the case. USUAL HAIRSTYLE: short, uneven and choppy throughout DA2; easy to work with on those busy days of airing out everyone’s laundry. fairly outgrown by inquisition, all the layers having grown to relatively the same length. drops to her mid-back. she’s chopped her bangs to be more straight-across, but sometimes she lets them grow out to the familiar wisps that hang in her eyes. USUAL EXPRESSION: something sardonic and roguish. a slack, cocky smirk that never quite makes a smile. catty eyes and arched brows always make for more of an intimidating look, even when she’s not being particularly harmful.  USUAL CLOTHING: rogue champion armor during excursions and other heavy quests. otherwise, usually seen in the typical assassin’s mantle on any given day in kirkwall where there’s no immediate threat to her life beyond a few bandits. skyhold was different; a cold-as-shit wakeup call to remind her of what she both missed and hated about ferelden. she arrived in a long, form-fitting, fur-hooded coat with dark pants and boots underneath, cinched at the waist with her father’s old belt and other carry-on packs.

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR/S: spiders, open waters, drowning, her own magic, her failure to protect the ones she loves.  ASPIRATION/S: to help those who need it most. to protect the little people who don’t get a say. to find balance within herself.  POSITIVE TRAITS: funny, charming, resourceful, intelligent, helpful, trustworthy, loyal/doting if in a good, committed relationship. NEGATIVE TRAITS: aggressive, undependable, irresponsible, self-hating, self-mutilating, cynical, manipulative, gossipy, has been known to make misogynistic and casually racist comments (no actual slurs, but follows stereotypes). she’s grown a bit more conscientious by end of act 3 / inquisition times, but she’s not perfectly correct just yet. MBTI: infp. ZODIAC: leo. TEMPERAMENT: choleric; aggressive, passionate, and leader-like. SOUL TYPE/S: leader ( 14 ) hunter ( 12 ) creator ( 12 ) ANIMAL: dragon. VICE/S: smoking,  excessive drinking, hypersexuality.  FAITH: it’s difficult. she denies andrastian faith for the harm that’s come of it, but believes more in ... certain forces of nature, somewhat. for instance: the wind is a woman who doesn’t like her, hence why it turns her cheeks red in the cold. it’s a bit of a joke to her either way. GHOSTS? yes. AFTERLIFE? she believes that the dead do ... something, somewhere. she believes they can be contacted through direct prayer ---- not through andraste ---- and that their spirits watch over the ones they left behind.  REINCARNATION? yes, but you don’t get a choice on what to be next. ALIENS? nah. POLITICAL ALIGNMENT: fuck the big hats, religion is used as an excuse to oppress, kill the corrupt, find justice in vengeance.  ECONOMIC PREFERENCE: all the money in the world could not make her happy. SOCIOPOLITICAL POSITION: n/a. EDUCATION LEVEL:  home-schooled, as far as actual “schooling” goes; she’s multilingual and knows how to read and write, let’s put it that way. she was also trained by her father, a jack of all trades, in knife-wielding and lute-playing. 

FAMILY.

FATHER: deceased; died of a natural illness before the fifth blight. she was closer to him than anyone else and competed for his attention constantly. he taught her everything about his culture, or at least what he chose to believe in, and she held up to it more than her other two siblings.  MOTHER: deceased; killed by the blood mage quentin. their relationship was very strained. even though hawke resented her mother, she was still very struck by the grotesque manner of her death, and took it as a personal failure to protect. was more a matter of pride than heartbreak.  SIBLING/S: carver and bethany hawke; both deceased. hawke was particularly closer to carver, who was denied his father’s attention between quests with marian and training bethany, but the border between them ---- carver believing much less in their father and the culture he brought ---- consistently threw them into arguments. bethany was better about it. she got along with both her parents equally, and thus was more agreeable with her big sister. EXTENDED FAMILY: uncle gamlen, her cousin charade, and her cousin amell.  NAME MEANING/S: variant of marion, a french diminutive form of marie, which is derived from the hebrew miryām, a name of debated meaning. many believe it to mean "sea of bitterness" or "sea of sorrow." however, some sources cite the alternative definitions of "rebellion," "wished-for child," and "mistress or lady of the sea." HISTORICAL CONNECTION: n/a.

FAVORITES.

BOOK: Hard In Hightown.  MOVIE: she’ll say Wayne’s World, but in reality, it’s P.S. I Love You. 5 SONGS:  rich / the yeah yeah yeah’s, dreams so real / metric, juicebox / the strokes, elastic heart / sia, the wreckoning / boomkat DEITY:  her father. MONTH: august. SEASON: autumn. PLACE: lothering.  WEATHER: warm and red-skied. SOUND: someone talking to her while she falls asleep. SCENT/S: hickory burning in the firepit - wind in the grime of her hair - wine on her breath - smoke on her clothes.  TASTE/S: the spice of cooked meat - the sweetness of chocolate cake - peaches and cream in spring - creek water in lothering - blood on her lower lip - metal in her lungs.  FEEL/S: dirt clotting under her nails - tightness in her chest - eyes straining into the distance - sweat in her father’s boots - magic like fire under her skin - the worn grip of a reliable dagger - the silk of her sheets - a well-ridden climax. ANIMAL/S: dogs, bunnies & reptiles.  NUMBER: 1. COLOR: shades of red.

EXTRA.

TALENTS: domination, persuasion, stealth, flirtation, adaptation / singing and lute-playing / knife-wielding and trap-setting. she can master almost anything she tries; jill of all trades, just like her father. BAD AT: magic, deadlines, loyalty within contract, social correctness, self-restraint, prayer upkeep, physical upkeep, empathy for the unjust, respecting personal spaces, self-healing. TURN-ONS: strength, consensual aggression, rebellious behavior, wrists in knots, somewhere public, someone sweet, someone mean, someone who loves her, someone who hates her. TURN-OFFS: sappiness, bigotry, religion, unwanted hands, pick-up lines from gross men, condescension, ownership.  HOBBIES: eating and drinking. mostly eating. TROPES: alpha bitch, biker babe, black widow, cool big sis, daddy’s girl, dragon woman, lady in red, the lady’s favor, samus is a girl AESTHETIC TAGS: DRAMATIC TIMING & GOOD HAIR.

FC INFO.

MAIN FC/S: mylene jampanoi. ALT FC/S: chloe bennet, mostly used in something more teenagery. OLDER FC/S: none YOUNGER FC/S: none VOICE CLAIM/S: jo wyatt. GENDERBENT FC/S: fuck off with ye

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really  LONG  CHARACTER  SURVEY.  RULES.  repost ,   don’t  reblog  !    tag  10  ! good  luck  !  TAGGED. tagged myself from @vxncleef but i’m too lazy to finish hers and so this one is getting posted first fuck w/ me.  TAGGING. @kierianne @thefuckingsun @baronsdaughter @kelzthalassunwhisper @ladyaelisbeth @caspieanrobinson and anyone else who wants! it’s really fun & interesting.

BASICS.

FULL  NAME :   Isolde “Conjury” Angelica Barrows NICKNAME :   Conjury TITLE :   Amateur Mage / Attempted Mercenary / Black Tea Banshee AGE :   21 BIRTHDAY :   March 17th ETHNIC  GROUP :   Lordaeronian NATIONALITY :   Stormwind (Previously Westfall) LANGUAGE / S :   Common SEXUAL  ORIENTATION :   Bisexual ROMANTIC  ORIENTATION :   Biromantic RELATIONSHIP  STATUS :   Single HOME  TOWN / AREA :   Westfall CURRENT  HOME :   Mage Quarter PROFESSION :  Unemployed, currently without a real profession.

PHYSICAL.

HAIR :   Knee-length thick and wavy deep black hair. EYES :   Bright grey and large, very tired. FACE :   Angular and thin, a bit unappealing. LIPS :   Pale. COMPLEXION :   Pale, sickly/tired. Occasional rash on hands/wrists. BLEMISHES :   Chapped lips, an occasional pimple or two, and dark under-eyes. SCARS :   Burn on right shoulder, small line on her left hand between thumb & pointer. TATTOOS :   None. HEIGHT :   4′9″ (5″ even with her boots) WEIGHT :   Skeletal. BUILD :   Skeletal & short, not intimidating whatsoever and quite a weakling. FEATURES :   She is always hooded unless stated otherwise and that hides her from view completely. She looks rather sick, but her expression and actions aren’t always weighed down with weakness. She looks like she hasn’t slept in 10 years though and while she can boast a happy or seemingly enthusiastic demeanour, she isn’t strong or peppy. ALLERGIES :   Gluten, among other things. USUAL  HAIR  STYLE :   Down and loose. USUAL  FACE  LOOK :   Vapid or scrutinizing. USUAL  CLOTHING :   A robe coloured white/red/orange with an embroidered flame on her chest (Midsummer’s robe). Gloves on her hands, heeled boots on her feet, and a white hood over her head with an opaque black hanging fabric down the front to cover her face.

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR / S :   Her mother’s death. Day. Tyranny. Fel/demons. ASPIRATION / S :   Become a powerful mage and somehow make a lot of money. Eventually retire and pamper her mama. POSITIVE  TRAITS :   Excellent listener. Gives good advice (sometimes). Calm. Silent. Observant. NEGATIVE  TRAITS :   Quiet. Jumps to conclusions. Snarky. Flaky. Bad conversationalist. MBTI :   MEDIATOR (INFP-T) ZODIAC :   Pisces. TEMPEREMENT :   Melancholic. SOUL  TYPE / S :   Creator/Thinker ANIMALS :   Mole (LOL WHAT) VICE  HABIT / S :   Excessive peacebloom use. Arson. FAITH :   Acknowledges, doesn’t practice. GHOSTS ? :   Yes. AFTERLIFE ? :   Yes. REINCARNATION ? :   Unsure. ALIENS ? :   Draenei??? POLITICAL  ALIGNMENT :   Anti-nobility, otherwise neutral. Doesn’t trust guards. EDUCATION  LEVEL :   Horrible homeschooling. She can read and do basic math, doesn’t know much about history/science/etc. She just basically learned everything from her parents as they taught her. Her upbringing was rough, school wasn’t really an option. She’s really only educated enough to live.

FAMILY.

FATHER :   Dominic Barrows. MOTHER :   Angelica Barrows. SIBLINGS :   None. CHILDREN :   None. EXTENDED  FAMILY :   She has a huge family tree and if I typed it all out it’d be a dang mess. They don’t keep in contact though, so it doesn’t matter. NAME  MEANING / S :   Isolde;; Tristan & Isolde. Isolde is to marry someone, but she falls victim to a love potion and falls in love with Tristan instead. Mirrors a tiny bit, but metaphorically (and unintentionally >.> I’ve never actually seen it). Some sources say it also means “fair/beautiful”(lol) or “battle”(lolx2). Conjury;; Her father nicknamed her that when she began to show talent in pyromancy. She adopted the name as her first name when he died. HISTORICAL  CONNECTION ? :   For family? Idk I’m gonna assume that’s what this means. Her extended family on her mother’s side comes from nobility, but again they don’t keep in contact. Her father’s family was also well-off and had somewhat of a business empire, but disowned him. Both lived in Stratholme when they met.

FAVORITES.

BOOK :   Old romance novels & poetry books. MOVIE :   in a modern au it would be Fantasia or the old Alice in Wonderland. 5  SONGS :     She keeps a stash of sheet music in her room, she could pick out 5 of those and they’d be her favourite, but she changes her opinion often. DEITY :   Acknowledges their existence. HOLIDAY :   Midsummer Fire Festival / Love Is In The Air (or really any holiday, she just loves them, the cheesier and dumber the better). MONTH :   December. SEASON :   Fall. PLACE :   Duskwood. WEATHER :   Overcast. SOUND :   Fire crackling. SCENT / S :   Incense. Baking. Earth. Rain.    TASTE / S :   Sweet. FEEL / S :   Cool, crisp, nighttime air. Warm water. ANIMAL / S :   Cats. Ravens. NUMBER :   3. COLORS :   Gold. Black. Red.

EXTRA.

TALENTS :   Piano. Pyromancy (solely by natural affinity, she sucks at it really). BAD  AT :   Small-talk. Socializing. Embroidery. Cooking. Pyromancy. TURN  ONS :   Softness and silence, intuitive, gentle, dominant. TURN  OFFS :   Physically weak, obnoxious, common-senseless. HOBBIES :   Piano, writing music, reading, walking around. TROPES :    Seeker. Creep. Narrator. (I’m making this shit up idk what I’m supposed to write here) QUOTES :   ❝ Never forget what you are. The rest of the world will not. Wear it like armour and it can never be used to hurt you. ❞ ❝ I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream. ❞ ❝ The moon is dead but she still pulls on me. ❞

FC INFO.

MAIN  FC / S : n/a. ALT  FC / S : n/a. OLDER  FC / S :   n/a. YOUNGER  FC / S :   n/a. VOICE  CLAIM / S :   Still working on it. Faint and high, hard to hear. GENDERBENT  FC / S :   n/a.

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1 :   if  you  could  write  your  character  your  way  in  their  own  movie ,   what  would  it  be  called ,  what  style  would  it  be  filmed  in ,  and  what  would  it  be  about ?          

     "Black Tea Banshee” About her life, like a biopic or something. It would be very artsy and consist of a helluva’ton of cinematic shots and stuff. Starting with her birth and up until her and her mother moved to Stormwind.

Q2 :   what  would  their  soundtrack / score  sound  like ?          

     Light of the Seven (it’s the music on my blog). Lots of piano, maybe a bit of violin.

Q3 :   why  did  you  start  writing  this  character ?

     I want to write weakness and illness and I want to write a character that is malleable enough to fit into almost any situation without stealing the spotlight, but one that also houses a lot of secrets and isn’t necessarily as she appears. She’s versatile but not conventional (well that’s the goal anyway) and her oddities and secrets make for neat-o possible future storylines & development. Plus I like the idea of a character who’s story relies on that of those around her. Makes for more social RP and incentive to meet new people.

Q4 :   what  first  attracted  you  to  this  character ?          

     I’ve had the idea of a character like this for some time, but just never had the opportunity to actually do it because I’d been busy with other ones. What I wanted most was a mystery/odd/creepy/quiet character with a lot of weaknesses. When I build characters and stuff I get VERY detailed with it and I try to make everything perfectly done and place every detail about them just right to make it both realistic and captivating. I used to be more obvious about that and try to have characters that were outwardly interesting.      Conjury is different in the way that you have to coax out any information or really for anything about her character, and that takes time. There are little oddities about her that seem like they would be so blatantly obvious, but it’s just that nobody’s ever asked (or asked properly). She’s also a very weak character, which I think breaks away from a lot of the various heroic/strong/capable characters around. Balances it a bit.

Q5 :   describe  the  biggest  thing  you  dislike  about  your  muse.        

     She’s quiet and doesn’t do socializing well, especially with strangers. This turns off a lot of walk-up RP because if someone does even one thing wrong or that she doesn’t like, she’ll just Turn Off or leave. Even if they’re great, she’s still a very stoic and indifferent person. It’s annoying for me as the player because it robs me of encounters, but I do appreciate that it’s part of who she is. It does make me a bit anxious though, I don’t want people to think I don’t want to RP with them. It’s also hard to have lengthy emotes (rip I like para RP) that aren’t too repetitive if your muse isn’t speaking much.

Q6 :   what  do  you  have  in  common  with  your  muse ?          

     Quiet and tired and small.

Q7 :   how  does  your  muse  feel  about  you ?          

     She wouldn’t like me if she met me. But because of the way I write her I gather she’d hate me for who she is :^)

Q8 :   what  characters  does  your  muse  have  interesting  interactions  with ?        

     Without sounding too Lonely™, she doesn’t really have any because there’s nobody I really RP with right now. Kierianne and her had some neat ones but haven’t had the chance to really interact much. SHE HAS NO FRIENDS </3

Q9 :   what  gives  you  inspiration  to  write  your  muse ?        

     I’m not sure tbh, sometimes I feel her and sometimes I don’t. It just comes and goes. Sometimes it’s a lot harder to RP her than other times, especially since she doesn’t talk much. There’s only so many ways to emote someone sitting completely still and listening, and that gets hard to do.

Q10 :   how  long  did  this  take  you  to  complete ?        

     like a week lmFAO rip