#(<-loves sweet things but has the worst stamina alive for them)(can only handle like 2 milligrams before they perish)

[aseuki]

Celebrating Meta Knight's bday in the most fitting way possible which is collaborating with @humming-fly in the worst (best) bake off possible to make silly little mk themed cupped cakes (Nailed It)

[krem-alicious-aclassi]

Name: Faravel Lavellan Meaning of Name: Faravel- Derived from Fair and Vale. Fair meaning beautiful and vale meaning valley. Beautiful valley. Title: Keeper's First. Inquisitor. Nicknames: Fara, Falala Gender: Male Race / Species: Elf Nationality: Dalish/nomadic Religion: Dalish Family / House: Member of clan Lavellan Role: Keeper's first to clan Lavellan, eventually Keeper. Inquisitor. Class: Storm/rift mage. Also a talented healer and has low-level frost magic including a fade step. Education: Educated by his father, a scholar and mage. Advanced common, some elvhen and recovering portions of the elvhen language that have been long lost. Dalish history, Dalish religious studies. Advanced magic. Memory: Excellent. Savvies: Negotiation/mediation, healing and storm magic, rift magic, any magic dealing with raw energies. Playing the harp. Ineptities: Climbing, working with weapons other than his staff, anything extremely physical. Appearance: Height: A little on the shorter side of average for elves Skin Colour: Pale Face Shape: Fairly thin Build: Underweight Hair: Past his shoulder blades, black, very soft and sleek Eyes: Round, baby blue Scars & Marks: Burn scar on his upper arm/shoulder in the shape of an armored hand. From a Templar that was burning alive. Got the scar at ~10 years of age Piercings, Tattoos & Others: Cobalt blue June vallaslin. Vallaslin extend over his entire body. Numerous silver ear piercings. Posture: Back straight, shoulders drawn up, feet close together. Scent: Wood, moss, wildflowers, rain, parchment, ink, light scent of pear/apple from his soap. Voice: Default British male voice. Make up: Very thick rings of kohl around eyes Age guestimations: Late teens Clothing Style: Skin tight black leather pants, you'd have to peel them off. Thongs to avoid lines underneath, tailored blue silk brocade shirts. Light leather boots without soles if possible. In the field, boots with soles, a leather vest/coat and some light armor. Age: ~ 25 Place of Birth: Unknown Manner of Birth: Somewhat difficult, as his mother was giving birth to both him and his twin sister Languages: Common/trade tongue, some elvhen Sexuality: Gay Crush or Partner: Dorian Pavus Ex-Relationships: None Sex Life: Fairly active. .... A little kinky. Background: In attempt to produce the perfect child to continue his line, Faravel's father sought out a Dalish woman with a strong magic bloodline. After she birthed twins he stayed long enough to determine if either of them had magical talent. Faravel showed talent at the age of three, while his sister did not. Faravel was kept, but the mother and daughter were abandoned in favor of raising and caring for Faravel exclusively. Faravel's father kept him removed from the rest of the world except to bring him to clan Lavellan's doctor. (These visits often caused him more damage than they did good, as this doctor was intent on not using any practices that humans commonly used in attempt to preserve the "purity" of the Dalish. This meant experimenting on Faravel in often very harmful ways. The doctor would pay Faravel's father.) Faravel was highly educated in elvhen culture, but taught exclusively what little elvhen language there was to know, and no common tongue. He was also taught magic, but his father wished him to focus on pyromancy. At about the age of ten, templars came for Faravel. In terror and knowing only fire magic, he accidentally began a forest fire that killed both templars and as he discovered later, his father as well. (The burn scar on his arm is from one of the templars grabbing him. The Templar's armored hand was extremely hot.) After the forest fire, clan Lavellan found Faravel and took him in. Lylan Lavellan, also parentless and only a couple years older, took a liking to Faravel and assigned himself as they boy's guardian. (Lylan promptly discovered the clan's doctor and his awful experimentation on Faravel, and informed the keeper. The doctor was kicked out of clan Lavellan.) Transportation: His halla Airgid (a Tirashan Swiftwind) or on foot Out of 20: (Out of 20, how good or how much do they handle in MOST cases?:) Empathy: 19 / 20 Creativity: 18 / 20 Open Minded: 19 / 20 Passion: 18 / 20 Motivation: 15 / 20 Stamina: 6 / 20 Initiative: 8 / 20 Restraint: 17 / 20 Teamwork: 10 / 20 Dominance: 5 / 20 Confidence: 4 / 20 Energy: 6 / 20 Patient: 18 / 20 Sleeping Patterns: Poor. Tries to keep a regular sleeping schedule but is often kept up by obligations and/or woken by night terrors. Habits: Forgetting to eat, keeping a diary, forgetting to sleep, dissociating when extremely anxious Personality: Diplomatic, ever the mediator between parties. He tries his best to help those who need it most, and can be extremely outspoken for them. But rarely defends himself. Family: Father: Deceased Mother: Unknown Pets: Animal: Airgid, his halla Animal: A black cat, Tintrea Worries: Failure, inadequacy, weakness Instigators: Mistreatment of his friends, mistreatment of anyone due to unfounded prejudice Soothers: Being hugged/held, brushing fingers through his hair, warm things, soft things, his harp, his halla, his cat Vices & Coping Methods: Crying, mostly. Regrets: The death of his father, not being able to save his clan Failures: Protecting his clan and many deaths attributed to him as the inquisitor Discriminations and Prejudices: Cautious of templars Delusions: He'll be as terrible a parent as his father, no one will ever truly love him, he will only ever fail the people he cares for Desires & Wishes: To save the people he loves and make them happy, to be with Dorian, to one day raise a child and make them happy Pastimes & Passions: Studies of magic and of elvhen culture, reading with Dorian, playing his harp Dislikes: Stupid prejudices and discriminations Time of Day: Sunset Color: Blue Excuse: "Creators, I'm so sorry!" Flavour: Sweet Number: 5 Quote: "Atisha ma’Enasalin." Translated: "Peace will win." Season: Spring Swears: Mostly "creators" or names in the elvhen pantheon. On occasion, curses in the common tongue Strengths/immunities: Can handle high levels of electricity Weaknesses/disadvantages: Hemophilia Lures: Dorian, people in need, possibility of regaining lost elvhen knowledge or gaining any new knowledge in general Dominant Hand: Right hand Weapons: His staff with a spearhead on the bottom, a knife on his belt for emergencies Fears: Fire, betrayal What is the worst dream / nightmare they had: Recurring, his failure to stop Corypheus and the deaths of his loved ones because of it If they were given a blank piece of paper and a pencil, what would they do: Record something interesting. A conversation, a new rune, the pattern of a butterfly he's never seen. Favorite kind of weather: Thunderstorms

[of-wildbehaviour-blog]

LUNA MARIA STARK-ROGERS.

Phoenix / Commander.

—  Rebellion / Renegade.

— Enhanced.

[FC: Eliza Taylor]

DAUGHTER OF TONY STARK AND STEVE ROGERS.

Abilities and powers: Super-genius intelligence, excellent engineer and mechanic capable of fixing almost any, if not all machinery, expert tactician, skilled hand-to-hand combatant and skilled martial artist, trained marksman, trained acrobat, multilingual, expert hacker.

Superhuman strength, superhuman speed, superhuman stamina and durability, electrical discharge, superhuman reflexes, regenerative system to repair the armor and healing factor to heal the human body. Direct cybernetic interface: The Extremis virus has fused Stark's armor to her body. Initially the inner layers of the new armor resembling Iron Man’s are stored in the hollows of her bones. Able to manifest and control the armor through direct brain impulses and even utilize some of its powers when unsurfaced, direct cyberpathic control over the communication devices, scanning equipment, and recording devices located in the helmet. Wireless Communication: Able to remotely connect to external communications systems such as satellites, cellular phones, and computers throughout the world, also apable of projecting voice through transmitting sound systems such as cellular phones via electric transmissions from central nervous system. Extremis 3.0 adds appearance alteration and some form of immortality due to slowing down the aging process. Not tested yet.

Background:

Growing up as a normal rich girl, spoiled rotten by Tony and Steve due to being the only female in the family, Luna never had to wish for anything. Many would say it was odd that she wasn’t presumptuous or narcissistic, but with a figure like Steve Rogers to raise her, it was hard for the blonde to feel like she owned the world. She had a golden heart that dictated all her actions, wanting to give and not take, sharing and loving others with all her might. The blonde learned the finest arts since a young age, excelling in ballet, painting and playing the piano, sharing most of these experiences with her best friends: Elizaveta Maximoff and Aurelia Barnes. Normal children didn’t have to learn how to fight hand-to-hand or fire arms, however, they were no normal children after all. Being the goddaughter of a master assassin and master spy meant that she was taught how to defend herself when the time came; she was fragile, though, she was the small and delicate one out of the three, mainly because Luna didn’t possess Aurelia’s strong physics or Elizaveta’s powers that resembled Wanda’s.

Isaak was the best out of all of them, nonetheless, even managing to win over James whenever they wanted to go sparring together. Vladimir Barnes, however, he was the one Luna admired the most out of all her fighter friends. Fighting was not the blonde’s strong suit and so she stuck to hanging out with her beloved Lucien Osborn, the lanky fragile boy with stars in the blue of his eyes and smile brighter than the son, who held so much pain in his heart even when he was only a child. The boy she clung to every breathing second, the one that plagued her dreams and memories, the one she had instantly fallen for when they met at a charity gala before even hitting the age of six. He was the one who hung the sun up in the sky and painted stars in the galaxy for Luna and yet, she never told him that.

“Out of the ashes, I'm burning like a fire;

I've got shame; I've got scars…that I will never show. I'm a survivor in more ways than you know.”

At the age of fourteen, Luna was kidnapped in public sight by none other than Aldrich Killian, who after years of searching for a way to perfect the famous virus known as Extremis, decided to seek for another way to get Anthony Stark to fix the glitch that came with the virus. What better way than to hit where he was the most vulnerable? His biggest weakness: her only daughter. He loved his husband, his son, his friends and family… but it was Luna who could beat all of it, his love for the girl of his eyes.

Two weeks in Killian’s grasps and he managed to change the blonde’s life drastically: injecting the original extremis virus into her bloodstream. After getting out of a nasty situation that led to Tony killing the Mandarin (best kept secret up to now, even from Luna and Steve), Luna was safe back home or… was it sage the best word? The virus still had a glitch that attempted against the girl’s life and everyone’s safety, capable of blowing up and destroying everything within two miles around her, she couldn’t be protected or saved from this one so easily. The first idea had been extracting the virus, neutralize it so that it wouldn’t harm her or anyone else, but the tests done on the sweet Moon showed that there was a trap in all of it; Bruce was the one to discover it, Tony having a hard time accepting it. Killian had placed a safeswitch in her new toy. There were two options: leave the extremis that would upturn Luna’s world or kill her with the virus that was ‘asleep’ and would be detonated by the lack of a different virus that was fighting it. Killian had modified an already existing version of the Retroviral, commonly known to the blonde as the Osborn curse, acquired through stealing from Oscorp. The threat resided in the fact that the extremis was the only thing fighting the illness now set into her DNA, if the virus was gone, the illness would destroy Luna’s system until it reached her brain; this, as expected, brought great sorrow to Tony who locked himself away from the world until he could find a way to fix Luna. After weeks –or was it months? - that threaten to break the Stark-Rogers family apart due to many things, one of them being guilt, the genius managed to find a way to fix the glitch in Luna’s version of the extremis without altering the asleep illness residing in her DNA. Once she was out of danger from her body betraying her in the worst way, she was forced to learn to control her new abilities through hard training, the kind of training that her godfather received from HYDRA, the kind of training her godmother went through with the Red Room and the kind of training the concerned members of her chosen family saw fit for her to learn to keep herself alive and not kill anyone by accident.

“I talk to God as much as I talk to Satan 'Cause I want to hear both sides. Does that make me cynical?”

Luna could swear that her worst experience wasn’t with Killian, or the time HYDRA managed to kidnap her, leaving her under the power of Baron Von Strucker who up until present days still haunted Luna’s nightmares… The worst experience she suffered was Lucien’s death. Torture, sorrow, loss… and even dying herself, later on, didn’t compare to the pain of hearing Lucien’s voice one last time before he jumped off the highest building in New York. The pain was unbearable in a way that lead her to seek out a way to erase all her memories of the man, the boy, the person that had stolen Luna’s heart since they were children. Luna Stark had gone through hell and back. Been in love, have it taken away, gotten it back, been betrayed, broken, beaten and stripped of who she was… and yet she still stood tall, with scars that she couldn’t show but strong nonetheless. Long after Lucien’s departure, long after Killian’s death, long after Strucker’s disappearance… She was still standing on her feet.

AFTER CIVIL WAR

Retreating back into herself after the vents of the Civil War, a year previously, Luna has began working on the field by leading the STRIKE team alongside Vladimir Barnes. Taking on every mission that is sent her way no matter the risk of it, mostly because what else can she do whilst being the Most Wanted person in the United States after spoiling the plans the government had for all of them? With little contact with her parents, Tony and Steve, to avoid the secret of her whereabouts being reveled –and the fact that she couldn’t handle the distance- she had become a female version of the great Captain America. However, insecurity is something that had grown deep inside her after all the downs in her life, leading the blonde to doubt herself as a leader, preferring to step aside and give someone else the responsibility. Political affairs are sometimes to be handled and she likes to work on them from a distance, after all, Luna is the kind of person who can work on anything and support every department of R.U.N.