#Alfonz [he/they]

[capseisen]

I did it for Lío last year, so I'm doing it again.

Happy 5/23 (or 23/5) Pato (it/its) 🎂🦆

[kayforpay]

finally, the caste for my astrological sign! please pick your favorite of these! troll will smith is added because he is on the olive caste mspa wiki page, because that's how I generally get the lists. apparently he's canonically an olive, who knew. anyway, please feel free to rb and tell me why you feel your pick should win, and so other people can also see and vote :o)

[dragonfelling]

Snippet Sunday

I didn't finish anything this week, but I did get two WIPs half way through.

The first one is part of Ilonia's Pinnae Dragon Fight and the second is Chien's Perpetual Trouble With Women

Under the cut

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Lightning parted the sky, cutting it in two. Super heated air cracked past pine trees and farm fields.

The light flashed over Ilonias eyes, lighting her father's blue eyes up into pale tones for a fraction of a moment. 

Brave Lutalo - Merciless Derre.

The echo of thunder rumbled through the mountains.

Wing beats and claws scraping stone caused her heart to drop into her stomach. Her guts twisted, and she hesitated to turn and raised her lantern. 

She brought it up, and the fire lit thin reflective stripes and the insides of membranous wings. Pale eyes looked back into hers and the inhuman ones contracted to pin points. 

Here she was… following in Mirkas footsteps.

But, she was alone. The only company she had was her Pero and it wasn't much for conversation past a miserable warble when she gave it a scolding for chewing at the masonry.

There was nobody but herself to save her from this beastly winged thing. This thing… fuck. At this moment, she wouldn't actually mind if Alfonze of all people were here. He could pry it's fangs from her flesh, even if it were for his own selfish gains.

Spit pooled in its mouth 

A dizzying nausea built drool under her own tongue.

Why couldn't she just be satisfied… If she just- if she didn't complain. If she didn't beg Chien to get Maxwell to relent into granting her knighthood. 

If she just let him do as he pleased her… she wouldn't be here.

Maxwell wouldn't have sent her on this death march alone. She’d have backup 

She was her father's girl, though.

Apprentice of Crown Mirka.

Their little fighter. She had fucking pride. She deserved her title. She deserved the fucking world, paid by her own blood, sweat and tears.

She brought her hand up in a swinging arc, and in an instant there was a moment of sunrise that lit the top of the wall. 

Bright, dazzling fire. 

Flames from her fingertips engulfed air, breathing in a gasp as it first touched the wind. A louder woosh, then the thick fluid that burst from the Pinnae dragon's mouth was eaten by her fire.

If Alfonze could fight a Dragon… If Mirka could beat Alfonze… 

If Ilonia could beat this Dragon, she was better than them all. She would be a Dragon Slayer. An honorary Riderband. 

If she came out of this alive, surely, she would be recognized. She would be the knight that proved herself despite it all.

The secondhand twitched on Ilonias watch. White-hot, searing pain ripped through her muscles.

Her own fire burnt away most of the assault, but spittles of fire-breath splattered through. A drip on her face, several more hitting her jaw and neck, and dripping under the collar of her shirt. On-fire, viscous liquid poured down her armor, slipping through seams and heating up metal. 

Everything smelled like cooked flesh and alcohol based cleaner.

Ilonias hands found their way to her bow rested against the wall as her arcing motion came to its finale.

Light from her pyrokinesis was fading.

She gripped it and in her other hand she pulled an arrow by its fletching from her quiver

She placed it in its rest, pulled the cord with great effort, and released it into the animal's head.

Her Pero ran past Ilonia, quills going wild as it leaped and sunk its fangs into the Pinnaes arm as the arrow met it's mark.

It raised the arm and screeched, kicking all four walking limbs out as it leaped up. This dislodged the Pero and kicked it to the ground.

Ilonias Pero scrambled and turned tail. It ran towards the towers, yelping and making a ruckus. This was what a Pero was trained to do.

Its bites were annoying to Pinnae but its real advantage over them was their incessant need to alert others to its master's quarrel.

Its wings blocked out the sky, blinding Ilonia into a squint as it caught light in its wings. Through that long, adrenaline filled second. She could feel her heartbeat in her skull.

She dropped out of the way of its spread back talons, belly to the stone. The coldness of the bricks did not help to alleviate the fire on her. Slapping at the spit did little more than to spread it. It would either eat through her or use up its self-igniting fuel first. Pinnae fire was notoriously difficult to put out without water, as the fuel itself just lit back up when exposed to oxygen again.

It ate through the spittle quickly though, and Ilonia could groan out a sound of relief past the searing, lingering pain.

She crawled onto her hand and knees, looking up into the Pinnaes eye when it turned slowly. Its lips were pulled back to show off its horrible teeth. She held her bow in her hand not supporting her weight.

The Pinnaes body could only barely be seen without the reflective stripes on its body giving it away in the lantern light. 

With a squint, she could see Its fur was patchy around its mouth and its lips were pale with burns from its fire-spit being flared back at it. 

One eye had been severely damage by ilonias arrow. It had found its way through its cheek and into the eye socket.

A stream of blood dribbled down the feathers on the arrow and through its fur. It found itself pooled on the ground.

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“Lord Chien,” a prospect chimed, fingers brushing his arm. 

“My Crown,” another cooed as she batted her eyelids.

Midonian girls. Anemoian girls Draslix. Ishidan even.

Wives from all over shot the young king smiles and touched his hands.

They all kneeled and bowed and curtsied. 

Chien would never say weren't all very beautiful. They all had promise as good wives who offered dowry and deals.

He had been offered queens since before he was even crowned. Of course, they never expected him to truly get married so early, but marriage was a tool of politics.

He was offered more often after the title was given to him by his God.

He accepted twice. Pretty girls who's deals piqued his interest…

Things always seemed to fall through… He’d meet these girls. Iasis would speak with them. Azaiah would speak with them. Then, marriage would come quickly. 

Or course due to his age, he wasn't expected to consummate. This was simply a tool of politics.

The first wife he was married to at 13. Faye was the anxious type. Prone to bouts of panic and paranoia. She was a Midonian girl, and was the same age as him. 

Chien never understood why this girl hated him so much, but she was convinced that she was to live a miserable life under the Crown. She resented her kin for selling her off to the Aeraki. 

One night, while Chien slept soundly in his bed, he awoke to a sight too familiar to Aeraki men. 

Someone trusted standing over their bed, dagger glinting in the moonlight pouring in from the window. 

In that moment he was in the bodies of those before him.

Caius, Dikaiosyn. Skalono. His own father, Mavros presumably. 

Why?... He had not touched a hair on this girl. He doted on her in innocent ways. He offered her a place beside him on his throne, not below him… he had no answers at that moment. There was nothing but a ‘why?’ in that lingering moment where he knew he wouldn't be able to move fast enough to stop her from sinking her dagger into his body.

Faye brought the blade down into his rib and he let loose a horrible flash of lightning an instant later.

It went through the metal and into the girl. 

Flesh seared and the tips of her hair singed.

He screamed and sobbed as he held her twitching body in his arm, belting out for help. With his free hand he held the dagger and gasped out for air.

He was hauled to the infirmary, as was she. 

Chien, in that familiar infirmary bed, with Kid as his witness, quietly vowed.

He would never brighten a room like that again. His powers would remain inside him so long as he could help it. He couldn't hurt someone like that again… 

All while Kid changed out gauze and questioned the Crowns own sanity.

Chien, beside a wheelchair bound Faye, went to Father Braxton.

With his hand gripping his rib and a sorrowful look, the Crown requested annulment.

It was granted, given the circumstance of her actions and of the state of the girl.

Faye was sent back to Midonia with signed divorce papers and irreparable damage to her brain and body.

At 15, Chien was hopeful going into his second marriage.

Jovi was his 16 year old bride.

She was convinced of the sin of one's father, and the father's before. 

Chiens continued loyalty meant nothing to Jovi when the proud tradition of the Aerakis unfaithfulness followed the family the way it did. 

Chien could deal with the guards. He could deal with the servants.

He was pretty sure his creepy head knight had his gazes upon his young queen too.

He couldn’t deal with Fluvius Lutalo laughing at his misfortune. Teasing how he and his street boys spent the night with her, How she basically crawled into their laps… How Chien must be a bad lover.

Charge built, and Chien held his fists at his side. His knuckles went white, and his guts twisted. Sparks ran over his skin in a wash of numbness.

His smirk boiled the Crowns blood. He stared him down… He could sanction his death. He could have him whipped. He could strip him of everything right down to his name and exile him to the land beyond the walls of Aeraki.

If he let his anger get the best of him, Chien could bring down great power upon the autocrat of the Grigora!

He could punish him for his hubris, but… wrath like that was not the actions of the kind of the king that Chien decided he should be.

 He turned his back to the snickering. 

It wasn’t really Fluvius’ fault after all… It was Jovi.

[the-majestic-pterodactyl-senpai]

Who is your least favourite character in Ascendancy?

This is a really fucking good question, because in one way or another I love all of our characters and the things they represent.

Ascendancy has so many unlikable characters. Josef obviously, Alfonze, Bardhyl-Ilyr, Edgar, Lilith- Many characters that are evil and remain that way their whole lives. Xavier, who does horrible things his whole life (not anywhere on the same level as the previously mentioned characters of course). He kills people, rips men from their families. He goes to war against his brother. He was a tyrant who executed people with very little reason. He is not a good person. There are many reason that could be given as to why he is the way he is, like the abuse he suffered as a child, but I feel like even if he lived a relatively happy life he would still do the things he does. Josef's manipulation did not drive him to murder, Xavier himself was in control of that the entire time.

To try and answer your question... The only characters that I really dislike is probably Wilfur or Carmen. Both are men that take the evils of the above characters and amplify it to ten. They have no redeeming qualities, they have never done any good in their life. All of their actions are only for the sake of causing pain. Born evil, if you will.

[constellation-sapphic]

Some things I’ve noticed during my re-listen of riptide now that I’ve just got to episode 50, in no particular order

• Gillion is much more okay with murder than I remember

• Chip is much less okay with harm and murder than I remember

• As I’ve previously posted, Chip and Gillion are much more touchy in the beginning than I remember, then after the kiss that eases up kinda? At least as far as I’ve noticed

• Gillion only started with the titles during the desire island storyline

• Apple stays near Jay most of the time

• Duke d dookum or however you spell it is a Goliath and that whole thing did not take place in a cave like I first imagined for some reason

• how much Earl’s, Ollie’s, and Gil’s voices changed over the campaign

• In this re-listen I’ve been looking for places where Jay might slip up a little bit and show the audience that she was undercover, and I just don’t think there is any. I think that she loved her crew from the start. Maybe that’s how she rationalized it to herself, because obviously the daughter of a navy admiral running away with pirates would be treasonous, but I don’t think she believed it for long.

• Chip gets attached to Ollie so quickly, like immediately

• Jay at one point, jokingly: “this kid’s never gonna get home” do you hear me crying

Chip at one point: “I don’t want to hear about his dad” and also constantly calling him his son so soon DO YOU HEAR ME CRYING

• Dugon ate the luxbris pearl and I can’t remember how they get it back

• Caspian lowkey flirting with Jay during Jack the Jolly Roger?? Did I comprehend that right idk

• Their pirate oath :)

• how they beat the baron by gillion putting him in a bubble, then everyone (mostly la alma) beating the shit out of him AND THEN LEAVING HIM TO AN ANGRY CROWD

• in the casino in Edison kingdom this grown ass woman flirting with Ollie? Or that’s what Ollie took it as but anywayyy they had a king to kill and orphans to save

• puddle was named by Ollie, and Ollie can speak celestial because he can communicate with Puddle

• Alfonze lost an arm during the big fight in Edison kingdom, and I don’t think he ever got another one but I may be wrong

End of list bc I’m tired

[aevumdaily]

NIGHTMARE MOSS: A LIVING NIGHTMARE? 

Kaden Alfonz, a Professor of Botanical Studies at Arcanus University was found encased in Nightmare Moss this morning. Students reported his disappearance, having first noticed that Professor Alfonz was more tired than usual during his lectures. The man was found in his office by AIPD droid units, which were subsequently infected by the moss’ roots. 

Kristina Umbera, the chancellor of Arcanus University, has issued an evacuation statement across the campus, urging students and staff to access their nearest moss shelter. As of reporting, five more AIU staff members, and twelve students who were in contact with Professor Alfonz have also reported symptoms of the Nightmare Moss.

Professor Alfonz’s symptoms included: sleeplessness, lightheadedness, forgetfulness, and for some: an overly cheerful disposition.

Deep infection of the Nightmare Moss may also result in the moss growing on and around one’s person. Students who worked alongside the professor noticed that he had also entered hallucinogenic states, where his eyes would turn magenta as he would discuss the moss’ properties with an inappropriate amount of glee.

[skalcoterie]

Skål ! Blod! Skål ! Blod!

aesthetics and musing posts for a collection of original characters in the Vampire the Masquerade tabletop game. I play V20 for reference.

BRUJAH - Faline DeWolf ☭ > Political activist cursed to the work eternal

GANGREL - Darcy Black, DAR-Z ⛓ > Teenage boy turned tool for an ecofascist with destructive dreams. Still lives with his [human] mother and tries to be a good noodle. Actively rejects the Kindred lifestyle.

MALKAVIAN - Astrid ⛤ > Amnesiac fortune teller with no clue that she's a highly contested living resource for the Jyhad. Too busy trying to 'solve the puzzle' of her own psychosis midst the lap of Kindred luxury - secure domain, loyal live-in herd, steady paying clientele. Astrid is blissfully ignorant of the idea that being a vampire is anything other than cool, with patrons invested in keeping the naivete in play.

NOSFERATU - Alfonz ☢ > Big bruiser of a man clocking in at well over six and a half feet tall. His monstrous deformities as a Nosferatu have failed to slow him down socially, deftly manipulating local Kindred and Kine alike to maintain a content existence for himself and the many charges and retainers [affectionately called his Lost Boys] he supports

TOREADOR - Adel Morgenstern ⚦ > Punk vocalist burnout. He was turned to save his life from overdosing at a party, by his then-girlfriend Nyx Kaos, baptized by fire into a world that he'd had hidden from him for five years, and had a bipolar meltdown. After sabatogizing his band, family connections, romantic relationship, and failing to commit to Final Death more than once, he's finally trying to get his life back together, repair his connection to his sire/ex girlfriend, and find a place for himself in the Kindred world beyond being a clown for them to laugh at.

TREMERE - Yun Han-Byeol, Yuna Sun ☼ > Groomed by a powerful Tremere, Ghoul for a century before finally becoming a full Vampyre only to despise the Tremere's structures once fully integrated. Got herself pariah'd from her entire Clan by repeatedly defying, arguing, debating, and lightly powerseeking. Bailed on the West Coast to start a coterie.

[roll-a-troll]

Name: Sai Skalbi Alfonz Ancestor: The Powerful Strife Specibus: spoonkind Blood Color and Sign: Teal; Libies Handle: conjunctiveAce Lusus: grilse mom Pronouns: he/him and they/them Age: 40 sweeps Interests: beatboxing and films Sexuality: fluid Class: Muse Land: Land of Quartz and Vapor, a helpful place, with frantic Northern Alligator Lizard consorts. It is a place full of villages and vallies. Iapetus wants to play. Quirk: speak with perfect diction and duplicate your d's via roll-a-troll https://ift.tt/XI7gd3w, do as you please

[nexux-point]

I mean from what I remember, wasn't his uncle. alfonze, a knight too? Maybe he'll just think he's a good knight like his uncle! There's also Sir Raven who was really nice to him and looks like a younger Time!

(Oh god, imagine he gets worried that sky would die like his uncle did and being anxious that they're going to leave cuz no one is going to stay with him. Everyone always leaves eventually, especially if it's an adventure)

Snail: Little Legend’s Initial Impressions of the Chain

Legend’s opinions of the Chain will change as the story progresses, but i wanted to post his first thoughts so we can compare as further chapters come out

Sky: comforting, protective, safe Wind: protective, safe Twilight: wolf=bad, wary, unsure Warriors: knight=bad, wary, confusing Time: knight?=bad, wary Four: unsure Hyrule: unsure Wild: unsure

[emarli-the-doodler]

Say hello to Alfonz!!😊

A soft-spoken goat with a german accent, and a sad arc Ask questions abt him if u wanna! :D

[thesacredtwink]

@bokettochild

I'm working on my Groose painting and I put in the tiny bird (just one for some asymmetry) and he's??? Too cute??? Still rough but just the most adorable thing ever and I love him so much.

[capseisen]

Stocktober... is finally stockt-over. (Click to view them-- ew that compression)

I tried doing Stocktober last year but burnt out, and the previous year I was far too ambitious. This year I went into it with an idea in mind: how would a few of my characters draw?

Of course, Stocktober is ran by @null-entity-- super glad you moved over to Tumblr!

HQ [Toyhouse] Versions: [Ke'tlan] | [Valentín] | [Alfonz] | [Satcha]

[aspiringwarriorlibrarian]

Got something like this:

Alfonz The Everdarker: Master of the dark arts from beyond the veil, victor of the thousand challenges of the burning abyss, usurper of the of the great mage city of eternity.

Looked way more impressive when he had a body he swears.

Angelina The Gods Champion: Greatest warrior of the seven realities, defeater of the Devouring Starbeasts, one and only wielder of the demon vanquishing weapons of eternal peace.

Likes eating fruit and taking nap. Slays evil wizards when she is gets bored.

This is a story I can get behind.

[dragonfelling]

Snippet Sunday! - Hand in hand, They watched it burned.

Something I wrote last week!

-TW for mentions of domestic abuse

Jeremias hands were cold, calloused and hard. Hands familiar to Gwen. 

Hands of Gwen's husband and captor. 

Hands of their Father, heavy and strong.

But they were the hands of her brother. Gentle things that shook. His grip was firm but did not hurt.

Their hands were calloused in the same ways. His from scalpel, hers from pen.

Their bones were broken in the same way. Fractures along metacarpals and tendons torn to ribbons. Violence towards them broke these fragile, delicate things.

Splintered and violated, they could still spread kindling and strike a match.

Hand in hand, they watched it all burn down. This was never Jeremias’ home, and for Gwen this house was nothing more than a cage. 

Gwen held a case of her documents and papers in her free hand and Jeremias held his matchbox and blade.

Gwen was the eldest sibling. She had seen it all. She had witnessed the birth of both of her brothers. She witnessed the birth of youngest Jeremias and the death of their mother in the following hours. 

She had seen how this boy beside her cowarded. How the light in his eyes shifted after Callahan had disappeared in the night.

Jeremias was the youngest, though his soul was aged beyond his years by the time he hit his teens. He witnesses how his sister was passed onto a man with a charm, a silver tongue and a gold tooth. He shuddered at the way Alfonze coiled around her. Feigned sweetness until a ring bound her to his body.

He witnessed how the fire in her eyes shifted. 

Now, they both witnessed everything crumble into embers. They were free now, as free as the smoke that rose into the heavens. 

As free as the Losimos on the streets. As free as the Pinnae in the sky.

Hot air bellowed from the stomach of the beast. Wooden floorboards peeled and the walls groaned as support beams buckled.

Jeremias turned his head to look into the red reflections off Gwen's eyes. He didn't speak, and neither did she. 

A blessing came in the form of rain. It doused them, making their shirts stick to skin and hair lay miserably against their foreheads and necks. 

It poured upon Aeraki and kept the McCullough house, fighting the flames working to destroy the ranch property. It wouldn’t extinguish the flames but it would prevent the fire from catching the land around it.

[houseaegir]

I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned this wip before, one of my vaguely Ferdigard ones, I was rereading it last night and felt like sharing idk

It’s still a first draft and I know Edelgard’s dialogue sounds weird and not like how she really talks but I’m working on it.

—

She’s sneaking from her room in the dead of night, too stifled by stone walls and low ceilings to breathe freely, when she notices the light spilling from Ferdinand’s cracked open door. Muffled noises reach the hallway, the rustling of fabric and the light clink of metal on metal handled with exceeding care. Thoughts of fresh air abandoned, Edelgard creeps closer and peers through the gap in the door. Ferdinand’s back is to her as he stands over his half filled traveling trunk, fully dressed despite the hour. His hair is ruffled, like he’s been running his fingers through it, and every muscle in his body sings with tension.

Edelgard knocks on the doorframe as she pushes the door open wider. “Are you leaving?” She said he could, that any of the black eagles could leave and she would not stop them. But seeing one of them, even - perhaps especially - Ferdinand, take her up on that offer leaves her heart feeling heavy.

Ferdinand does not look up from his packing. “I do not know.” Restless fingers muss his hair further before he finally turns to meet her. “Would you like me to?”

She doesn’t like that wild, desperate glint in his eye. There’s something deeper at play here, but Ferdinand is ever difficult for her to read.

“I won’t stop you from leaving, but- I’d rather you stayed.”

“Truly? You cannot tell me you want me here. I am not- stupid, Edelgard. I am aware of how much you all hate me. When my room is found empty in the morning, you will all breathe a sigh of relief now that you no longer have to put up with that insufferable fop.”

Edelgard can’t help it, her jaw drops. Every pointed comment and cruel remark over the past year that had seemed to bounce harmlessly off Ferdinand’s back had, in truth, unerringly found their target. With her eyes now opened, she can vividly see the verbal arrows protruding from his chest, their barbed heads sunk deep into his heart and impossible to extract without further damage.

Not for the first time - and certainly not for the last - Edelgard finds herself wishing it had been one of her siblings who had survived instead of her. Alfonz would have known exactly what to say. Friede’s quiet compassion could have Ferdinand feeling heard and understood without a word. But Edelgard is just Edelgard, her best attempts at comfort awkward and stitled and, somehow, all Ferdinand has in this moment.

Ferdinand turns back to his trunk, but merely grabs the edge with clenched fists. “Not that it matters anyway. With an entire year of chances, I have still failed to prove my usefulness to you. The other Eagles all have their niche, but there is no place here for merely an inferior copy of you.”

“Usefulness?” Is that what this has all been about? A year of petty rivalry because Ferdinand - proud, boastful Ferdinand - was somehow blind to his unique contributions?

“I was supposed to be your Prime Minister. To advise you and provide sound counsel and keep you on the right path. But what else has this farce of a rivalry proven but that I am entirely unfit to guide you? Everything I strive for, you do better - effortlessly. You win the respect of our classmates, shrug off hits that would devastate me,” a disbelieving laugh “discover a talent for dark magic when I can barely handle the normal stuff. You even deposed my father before I had the chance.”

Ferdinand wanted to depose his own father? Okay, put a pin in that for later.

“Have you ever seen me on horseback, Ferdinand?”

That brought him up short. “Wha-? I- No?”

“I’m pretty terrible at it, all told. Getting from place to place is alright but on the battlefield? I’d get myself killed in minutes. Do you know who the most skilled equestrian in the Black Eagles is? With the longest history of riding, and the most knowledgeable about training, care, equipment, tactics, counter-tactics. . .” She trails off as Ferdinand only stares at her, like he can’t see where she’s going with this. Well, it is the middle of the night and he’s had a long day. She can cut him some slack

“It’s you, dummy.” Okay, not too much slack.  “You say you haven’t found your niche with the Eagles, but I thought it was obvious from day one. Besides, have you seen yourself on the battlefield? I can take a hit, but you flow around the enemy like water, as catchable as the wind. My armor has to be all but completely replaced after each fight, when was the last time you had even a dent in yours?”

[iolite-wyvern-art]

how about Al, Ferrel, and/or Chkepi for the OC worldbuilding post you made owo!!

OKAY I’m gonna start with Al cuz I keep missing his birthday lol I just realized this is on my art blog so I’m gonna go with normal/not-troll Al for this one! I’ll probably also do one for fantroll Al later. 

Also this is Very Long so I’m gonna put it under a Read More 

Who are they? Full name? -  Alfonz Matisse Eichel  Nicknames? -  Al Gender/pronouns? -  cis guy, he/him Orientation? -  Gay, possibly somewhere on the ace spectrum? Age/Birthday? -  20, September 16th Fun fact! Zodiac? - Virgo!

What’s their personality? Major good traits? -  Patient, kind, smart  Major flaws? - Nit-picky, overly emotional, self-depreciating  Goals? - Graduate college, become a professional illustrator  Fears? - heights, bugs, Optimistic or pessimistic? -  Generally kinda pessimistic but not overly so Introvert, extrovert, or ambivert? -  Mostly introverted, save for the select few people he likes Empathetic or un-empathetic? - Generally empathetic.  Do they wait and plan or dive right in? -  Waits and plans Do they go with the flow or forge their own path? -  Tends to just follow/go with the flow Fun fact! Other defining traits? - He can be very sarcastic, and seems edgier than he actually is, can seem kinda cold when you first meet him

Relations to the world? Who’s their family? - He lives with his dad, his parents got divorced. He also has a couple cousins that he likes, Melanie and Darcy. And another cousin that I forgot about and am reworking. Where are they from? -  Lannet City  Where do they live now? - Carlen Port Do they have a job? If so, what is it? - He works part time at Fantasy Hot Topic lol How are they with technology? - Rarely seen without his phone, decent at social media  Connections to religion or spirituality? - Nope Powers or magic? - NA Fun fact! Connections to the lore? - This world doesn’t have a lot of Lore yet lol

Favorites? Favorite season/weather? - Fall!  Favorite place? - He really likes the public library.  Favorite food? -  Blackberry muffins  Favorite clothes/accessories? - His long hoodie and the choker Rin gave him.  Favorite animal? - Bats!!!  Favorite/most frequently used mode of transportation? - He usually just walks places.  Favorite holiday? - Halloween!!  Hobbies? - Reading and making miniatures! Also dabbles in embroidery, whittling, and sewing  Favorite thing about themself? - “I’m very detail-oriented.”  Fun fact! Favorite [fill in the blank]? - One of his favorite webcomics is Homestuck, for obvious reasons. 

Relationships? Best friends? -  Rin has been his best friend for years! The two of them are also close with Troy. Closest family member? - Probably Melanie, they’re on similar emotional wavelengths  Partner/s? - He currently has a boyfriend named Jesse (who I often forget about RIP)  What organizations/clubs/etc are they in? - DnD! Probably also in a book club, and sometimes hangs out with the other art majors. Who are their antagonists? - He’s a nerd so he still gets bullied sometimes. There’s at least one other art major   Fun fact! What are they like with their best friend or partner? - He and Rin playfully tease each other endlessly, but they do really care about each other. They also tell the stupidest jokes lol