#LB is a bit of a wild card he can be anything in this family

[krotiation]

You mentioned Rhys has kids and a step kid? What do you mean? Ocs?

Nah I just like calling dumpy, gortys and TIMM-E rhys' kids AJFJSJD I think it's funny and low-key accurate 😭

And that might make loader bot jack's kid hence the step dad thing

If you wanna see some real cool rhys fankids tho I recommend checking out @ryzselo

[the-wanted-man]

The Ex-Con | ‘Lawrence’ ⌐ LFRP

THE BASICS –––

Name: Roman “Lawrence” Wyld In-Game: The Outlaw

Age: 25

Nameday:  Uncelebrated or unremembered. (29th Sun/4th Umbral Moon.)

Born:  The New World (Raised in Garlemald)

Race: Hyur - Whalaqee & Garlean

Gender: Male.

Alignment: Chaotic Good w/occasional deviation towards what feels good.

Marital Status: Easy come, easy go.

Orientation: Poly. Mostly straight. 

Server: Balmung

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE –––

Hair:  Short to Mid length and unkempt. Dark brown w/ white highlights.

Eyes: Silver. A swirling mix of mercury and ash.

Height: 6′3

Weight: 238 lbs

Distinguishing Marks: A long scar over his left eye reaching brow to cheek. Various other mappings of scars across his body. Particularly stabbings, bullet wounds, and burns.

Build: He’s tall, almost lanky for a normal hyur with strong shoulders that slope downward over a broad chest. His waist is tapered, his legs are long. His hands calloused. Both his weight and musculature are practically built, and his lifestyle keeps him lean like a coyote with a noticeable lack of fat to spare. If he missed a meal he’d surely feel it. He seems the type for dexterous tasks, but carries deceptive strength.

Common Accessories: Two loaded six shooters, a cutlass or his Gunblade. A bowie knife/ hatchet, some lock picking & whittling tools. Paracord or rope. Extra revolver cartridges (regular and aether loaded). A deck of cards numbering 51, or magitek dice for recreation. Magitek gizmos. Peanuts, Cigarettes, a flask of whiskey. A single tarot card (The Star), kept in his left breast pocket. A red bandana. Compass / Pocket Watch. An eagle totem necklace. (2) multitools: one with eating utensils, bottle/wine opener, and knife. The other with Magitek specialty tools. A big, gold belt buckle. A cowboy hat, usually dark. Wolf fang earrings. (1) perfectly weighted coin.

PERSONAL –––-

Profession: Handyman. Gun-for-hire. Gardening & Gravedigging. Naturalist & Survivalist.

Hobbies: Finger dexterity puzzles. Card games. Gambling. Sketching, whittling.

Languages: Common. Garlean. Whalaqee. Some Ishgardian.

Residence(s): Nomadic, favors Wellwick Woods and the Burning Wall. Any wild will do though. Has an unknown location of interest in the deep Shroud.

Religion:  His religion has no name.

Patron Diety / Spiritual Guide: The Wanderer  | The Eagle

Fears: Cleithrophobia. He’ll get really freaked out if he thinks he’s stuck somewhere.

Distinguishing Traits: A rural drawl that lilts and flows.

Relationships ––– -

Spouse: Never. 

Parents:  Augustus cen Ferox & Valentina wir Maximian

Siblings: An older half-brother, Leviticus wir Maximian

Other Relatives: Cousins he’s not close to.

Pets: No pets, just all manners of beasts both companionable and not.          • A paint mustang named Trigger          • A multi-colored dog w/ no name yet.

Traits ––– -

*doing something a bit different

5 Positive Traits (Generally beneficial)

Truthful • Hardworking • Easy going • Agreeable • Optimistic

5 Neutral Traits (Can be good or bad)

Lustful • Restless • Pensive • Observant • Trusting  

5 Problematic Traits (Generally never good)

Mercurial • Irritable • Reckless • Trigger Happy • Indulgent

RP Hooks ––– –

Past History: Lawrence has had a variety of names and sobriquets he’s gone by. He’s wandered wide and far. Significant history points can be from his growing up in Garlemald, or his crash landing in Eorzea. He’s been imprisoned in several Eorzean Gaols, and has had cellmates. He’s saved and helped commoners and utilizes allies to do that as well. He robs the rich and gives to the poor.

Present Hooks:  He can meet people just about anywhere and will generally be found getting up to trouble, or working his way there. Known to be an ex-convict of some caliber. Can more commonly be found out in the wilds, but on occasion hits cities and residential zones. He’s been known to pick fights with bullies, and be fairly helpful. Clever minds and observant eyes can likely piece his bounties together to determine his identity, or recognize him from some old wanted board.

Hiring Hooks: As an ex-convict, he’s in constant need of employment and is more than willing to work. He’s got a wide set of skills that are largely based in that of a naturalist and outdoorsman. He’s also a fine craftsman, and has been known to tend estate gardens and gravedig for local churches. He can be consulted for knowledge on the flora and fauna of the land, as well as knowledge on native beast tribes and their relations with other spoken.

Ally Hooks : He’s in constant need of healing and safe spaces, given his ongoing fugitive status. ‘I need healing’ would be a common phrase from him if he was an NPC. He can always use teachers or mentors to help him learn more - particularly when it comes to magic, aetherology, and demonology/voidsent. Posse members, and people who do crime for good reasons can become fast allies. Closer relationships can be talked down like family, or ex loves, etc.

Friction Hooks:  I always welcome friction. Not every interaction is a great one and I like to embrace these ideas on an IC level. He could certainly use some rivals, or people with conflicting mentalities to him such as bounty hunters, corrupt officials (or lawful ones), bullies, villains. People that can challenge him, his morals, his limits, etc. As long as the dynamic isn’t one sided. The goal here isn’t ultimate capture or ultimate defeat to me but rather the growth developed through antagonistic engagements.

Contact Information  ––– –

Discord: Message me here first and I’ll pass it.

Additional OOC: 

Shipping: I prefer slow burn ships for anything specifically serious and won’t jump into ERP with anyone unless it makes sense story wise. Even then, FTB is a high possibility with strangers. Sorry. Additionally, Roman is poly and will be unlikely to solo-ship. 

Will Nots: I don’t engage in explicit self-harm/suicide/extreme depression storylines or scenes of sexual violence/abuse. Vague references or allusions I’ll deal with, but prefer any explicit detail 1000 miles awaaaaaaaaay. 

Boundaries: I like making friends and highly value platonic relationships IC and OOC. That said, I am skittish and will cut engagements if I feel discomforted by something. This includes the pushing of character boundaries I’ve established as not possible without my consent. Please, if I have discussed something as a lacking possibility, do not keep suggesting it. 

Communication. This is big for me. I will speak up if uncomfortable, and encourage the same! This is a definite requirement if we’re doing deeper plotlines. I don’t need to be talked to every day, just let me know if something’s up so I can adjust. We’re all here to have fun! 

Health & Scheduling: I have a pretty shit schedule being an essential worker and all, on top of being PST. 44 hours a week without a phone, no less.  Mon-Thur I’m basically non-existent until the weekends and these will be the days I am not as talkative/active. Coupling that with chronic pain and mental health that is also affected by my job, some days I am just not capable of being around. I try to be up front about this. I don’t always have the energy. If I’ve dropped off, there’s a high chance my health took a serious dive and I just can’t bring myself to be about. All I ask is patience. Move on if you need to, but don’t be a jerk! 

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #397

“you’re my religion, you’re my reason to live  /  you are the heaven in my hell”

Do you think that you’ll always love who you love now? Even if we're never together again romantically, I will ALWAYS love her at least as a best friend. Have you ever made out with a random person? Yeah, no. If you could do your first kiss over, would you? No. I'm lucky that my first kiss was honestly cute as hell. Do you like your country’s president or prime minister? Well I voted for him, so I obviously can't hate him. He seems to be doing fine so far, though take that with a grain of salt seeing as I don't keep up with politics. Even before voting for him, I just did a small bit of researching on his values. What color is your house? Yellow with white accents. Do you listen to Christmas music during the holiday season? No, I don't enjoy it. Man, Jason's mom sure did, though... I loved how in the spirit she'd get and always played Christmas music in the car during that time of year. I miss that woman and I sure as hell hope she rests easy now. Do you like ginger ale? Solely if I have a stomach bug, and I can only ever sip it. What are you listening to? "Electric Sugar Pop" by Jeffree Star. What’s the last thing you watched on TV? The TMS office has the TV on, and the woman who overlooks it (I have zero idea what her position is called) tends to have it either on a cooking channel or a home improvement one. Today was a cooking one. Is your favorite author the author of your favorite book? I don't have a favorite author. Describe someone you find really attractive: M-Mark Fischbach. *___* If you HAD to look like someone else, but could choose who, who would you choose? Hm... maybe my friend Alon. I've mentioned I feel like a million times that she is like, ethereal with how gorgeous she is. Have you ever seen someone get a tattoo done? If so, what was it? Did they cry or were they in a lot of pain? Yeah; it was a watercolor feather with "ohana" written below it. She didn't cry at all, but she grit her teeth a few times. Do you have anything you couldn’t go a day without? Some form of technology. Have you ever gotten caught doing something illegal? No. What’s your favorite flavor of Vitamin Water? I don't even think I've ever tried it. Is there someone you wanna date right now? Yeah. What first attracted you to the last person you kissed? If we're talking the very first, our vast similar interests. How many brothers does your father have? None. Does your best friend have any tattoos? No. Do you like Ben + Jerry’s? Yep. Man, I want their Phish Food ice cream now. Would you ever wish to be the opposite sex? Nah. Do you think you’re attractive? Nope. What is your favorite card game to play? Magic: The Gathering. I really miss my PS3 where I had Duel of the Planeswalkers installed on it, it was really fun. Do you own a globe? I don't think we still do. What is your favorite wild cat? Perhaps clouded leopards. If your bedroom had three portals to anywhere, where would they lead? South Africa, Sara's place, and maybe a nice little cabin in the mountains for when I'm feeling a peaceful getaway. You can ask any author one question about their story. What do you ask? I have zero idea. What’s a place you have a strong emotional connection to? The pond behind the local community college. Jason and I took our first prom pictures there. Do you take yoga classes? No, but I'm actually considering it since they offer those at the YMCA Mom and I now go to. What is a decision you’ve made that changed your entire life? To let Jason go. It's pretty great, my PTSD has been less of a bother lately! Have you ever made any money from a side-hustle? Could you consider being paid to take pictures once in a blue moon a "side hustle" when I don't even have a main job? Do you ever wonder what kind of person you’d have turned out to be if a certain event never happened to you? Ugh... it's incredibly painful to wonder how life would be if Jason never left. If you could have anyone’s singing voice, whose would you choose? Adele's or Amy Lee's, probs. What are your top 3 favorite genres of music? Metal, hard rock, alternative. Do you think Mars will be colonized in your lifetime? No. Have you ever been homeless? If so, what led to your homelessness? Technically, yes, because Mom couldn't afford the rent. She, my little sister (who still lived with us at the time), and I each were accepted into the homes of willing, kind people, though. Have you ever been on a ship? No. Who was Van Halen’s better singer - David Lee Roth, or Sammy Hagar? David. Which fictional character has the most memorable quotes? Heath Ledger's Joker is quoted all the time, so probably him. What do you think of the "Healthy At Every Size" movement/philosophy? Before I answer this, I want you to keep in mind that this is coming from someone who is obese, so I would positively love to agree with that for my own self-confidence, but I don't. I believe it's a very dangerous mentality. I think you should cherish your body unconditionally, like it's an amazing machine, but I firmly believe you should have an active interest in becoming what is physically healthy. You couldn't pay me millions to convince me that, say, a 300 lb. person is healthy. What was the name of the first person you ever had a crush on? Why did you like them? I think my first *real* crush was this guy Sebastian my freshman year of high school. I thought he was very sweet, funny, caring, and attractiveness was a bonus. What food will you absolutely not, under any circumstances, eat? Sashimi, caviar, raw eggs... Which famous person would you like to be BFFs with? Bindi Irwin, for one. What kind of natural disaster is most common where you live? Hurricanes. Have you ever had an animal get into your attic? No. Have you ever been bitten so hard that there teeth marks were there after? I mean I've had hickeys before if that's what you're asking. Ever gave one? Oh, I guess you were. Yeah. Do you think its weird if guys wear make-up like eyeliner? Not at all. Would you ever date a disabled person? (Be honest) Yes. Would you rather adopt or have your own child? IF I wanted kids, I'd rather have one myself because I'm well aware I personally need that special connection. Stepkids count, too, because they'd be my partner's and therefore very important for me too. What is the most personal question you have ever been asked? Probably TMI, so here's your fair warning, but I've been asked before if I "touch" myself and I was absolutely repulsed that someone would ask me that. Were you abused by your parents? No. If you’re not straight, who was the first person you came out to? Sara. Were you one of the smartest in your class? Up to finishing high school, modestly, I was. Where did you meet your first crush? Art class my freshman year of high school. Do you ever go places with wet hair? Yeah, idc. Who is your favorite little girl? My niece Aubree. She's such a wonderful girl. Does your best friend have kids? No. If you were pregnant, would you want a boy or a girl? Hypothetically, a girl. What place outside of your own home do you spend the most time at? Um, maybe my older sister's house? Have you ever participated in a medical study? No. Do you have any family members who are cancer survivors? Yes, including my mother. Twice. Are you allergic to any medications? None that I've tried. Do you have any licenses other than your driver's license? I don't even have that. If you’re atheist, would you raise you kids believing in God or not? No; I wouldn't intervene with their own spiritual (or lack thereof) journey. They'd learn what they'd learn and decide themselves what they believe. Do you like reading self-help books? No, I just can't get invested in those. What is your opinion on sex change? If you're unhappy with your body, you're more than free to surgically change that with no judgment from me. Do you have any goals for this summer? If so, what are they? Yes, to lose weight. Can you get a strike at bowling? I have before. There was one occasion where my first go was a strike RIGHT after saying I sucked at bowling, hahaha. Do you ever take pictures of negative moments? Well, I photograph roadkill, and that's one hell of a sad moment. I actually wouldn't mind broadening my horizons of photographing negative moments (with permission of course), because I actually find these very impactful and even builds empathy. I will never, ever forget this one picture I saw sometime of an emaciated boy huddled in the dirt with a vulture close by watching him... like fuck, it made me want to sob. No one should ever have to live like that, especially a child. Would you ever post a picture of yourself crying on social media? No. I know that sounds contradictory to what I just said, I just wouldn't be able to do it myself. Have you ever held a newborn baby? Once, when my last niece was born. I'm terrified of holding them because they're just so fragile. Do you know anyone who has twins? My friend just had triplets. What is your favorite country in Europe? Germany. Are you thriving in your life right now? BOY HOWDY- Do you remember to water plants? I don't keep plants. Name three YouTubers you aspire to be like. 1.) Markiplier in a vast plethora of ways; 2.) Jeffree Star for his incredible work ethic; and 3.) Shane Dawson for his incredible compassion. Yes. I know the controversy, but regardless, he cares a lot about people. Who is your favorite character from Harry Potter? I wouldn't know, given I haven't read the books or seen the movies. Do you watch PewDiePie? Not anymore; his content doesn't interest me anymore. I watched him religiously back in the day when he was a serious let's player, though. Do you have a Steam account? Yes. Have you ever played Five Nights at Freddy’s? No, not personally. I like watching LPs of it and I find the story fascinating, but it's not the kind of game I'd enjoy playing. Have you ever tried Akinator? Yes. I don't think I ever beat it, except maybe once. Are you wearing socks right now? No; unless I'm wearing closed-toe shoes like sneakers, I never do. I hate the feeling of them. Can you twerk? Haven't tried, don't wanna. Do you like dabbing? No, it looks stupid. Do you like fishing? I honestly do think it's fun with all the anticipation and thrill of seeing how big the fish is, however I don't support it anymore unless, like hunting, you genuinely need it for food. The only case where I'd go again was if my dad asked me, because that's always been our bonding experience. Do you have a Spotify account? Yes. Have you heard of Blizzard Entertainment? Well, they're the company behind World of Warcraft, so obviously. Do you like bananas? Yes, but only for a VERY short window of time. I am beyond picky with the ripeness of bananas. Are you addicted to anything? Caffeine and technology. Do you know your phone number? I actually don't. Do you swear in front of children? No.

[alastanor]

Thanks for tagging me @thalfox this took me a long time to finish, and I'm gonna be dog tired in the morning, but it was worth it. Lol. Hope you have as much fun reading it as I did writing it.

1 • What is your MC’s name? What is their name origin? What does it mean (if it ever has a meaning).

❄ Eirlys is Welsh for "Snowdrop" and it is pronounced as either Eye-r-liss, or Aye-r-liss. Depending on which part of Wales you hear the name.

2 • When is their birthday? How old are they? What about their zodiac sign? (bonus point if you give their rising or even their birth/natal chart)

♋ She was born March 10th, and she is a Pisces.

As for her age, this one has more to do with RAD. RAD stands for Royal Academy of Diavolo. An academy, if you search the definition, is typically a school of higher learning or secondary education. Like a college, if you will. But Academy doesn't always refer to a sort of college. In some cases, it can also apply to a High School. My theory is that RAD is a mixture of both. A sort of college, but with hints of High School-esque scheduling and culture. Or perhaps it can function as both. I tend to lean toward the latter, in which case I make Eirlys somewhere between 20 and 23 years old.

3 • What is your MC’s gender? And what are their sexual/romantic preferences?

Eirlys identifies primarily as female with she/her pronouns. She is demisexual, and considers herself panromantic. However, she puts a heavy emphasis on romance.

(Me personally, I don't mind they/them pronouns though I typically identify with she/her. I am also demisexual but biromantic.)

4 • What is your MC’s race? (human, demon, angel, other). If human, what are their nationality and origins?

💁‍♀️Eirlys is human. As for nationality, origins, heritage, etc... Eirlys grew up in Japan, though she herself is not ethnically Japanese.

5 • Before coming to Devildom, what was their occupation? (job, studies…)

📖 Eirlys worked part time in her school's library while attending classes full time at a college overseas.

6 • Height? Weight? Describe their body type.

Eirlys is 5'3" (160 cm) and roughly 110 lbs (49.8 kgs). Her body type would best be described as a triangle/pear shape (slim chest, breasts on the smaller side, while body widens out into voluptuous hips).

7 • Who is/are your MC’s love interest(s) (if they ever have one). Summarise their dynamic.

💛 Eirlys found Mammon irritating when she first met him, and became increasingly frustrated at how he looked down on her for being a human. But over time, as she got to know him, she came to enjoy his conversation and his company. He made her laugh, and despite being a demon he was so full of energy and life that Eirlys found not just refreshing but endearing. Before long, she realized she had fallen in love with him despite the protests of his brothers regarding her taste in men.

🧡 Leviathan was another of the brothers Eirlys found infuriating, not just in how he also looked down on her for being human, but how often he whined and complained about seemingly everything when they first met. But like Mammon, the more she got to know him, the more she found she had in common with Leviathan. Falling asleep on his shoulder watching anime with him in his room, or enjoying his company while playing games, has made it increasingly difficult not to love him in some capacity even if she loves Mammon more. Because of this, she allows Leviathan to believe she would never be interested in him. As cruel as that might be for both of them.

💜 Belphegor, on the other hand, she is fully aware of how he feels about her. She keeps it platonic between them, because even though she has forgiven him for his deceit and his attempt to kill her not once- but twice, she cannot forget it. The memory sours any thoughts of being more than just friends. Somewhere deep in his heart, she is sure Belphie knows this. And deeply regrets it.

8 • Does your MC have any specific appearance features? (Scars, marks, anything else)

She has skin pale as fresh snow, fluffy light pink hair like sweet cotton candy, and clear pale celeste blue/aquamarine colored eyes.

Beyond this, there is nothing remotely remarkable or striking about her.

9 • Does your MC have any disabilities? (physical, mental health, etc). How do they deal with it?

Eirlys has suffered some trauma in the past which has led to some issues. Don't want to give too much away as I am in the process of writing a fic.

10 • How do you imagine your MC’s voice? Describe it.

Her voice is gentle and light. Silvery, dulcet tones might be a good way to describe it. Her voice will get rather harsh and stentorian if she is angry enough.

11 • Does your MC have any tattoos or piercings? Just tell us more about it!

She has pierced ears on her lobes, she was never brave enough to get any in the cartilage as much as she wanted them. Her skin reacts badly to many kinds of metals, a kind of skin allergy, so she can never keep piercings in for very long.

12 • Describe their clothing style (if they have a favorite style). Do they have specific accessories Bonus question: how do they wear RAD uniform?

To sum it up, Eirlys dresses in typically classic chic style with a touch of hipster or grunge here and there.

For her uniform, Eirlys keeps it looking crisp and sleek. These would be good examples. Of fashion types and how she wears her uniform.

The RAD uniform images, the not quite RAD uniform one on the right, I thought the skirt may be more in line with what the uniform used. Versus the pencil skirt-esque look on the left. The boots on the right would also be more akin to what Eirlys would wear.

Is your MC able to use magic? If so, are they skilled? How do they learn? Were they able to use it before coming to Devildom?

🔮 Eirlys is still learning about her abilities, abilities that have not fully awoken though they had been stirred when Solomon allowed her to use his powers. Using his powers was like the catalyst to tapping into a yet untapped wellspring. Though the water from that wellspring has yet to fully come forward.

Before that, Eirlys fully believed she was just another unremarkable human with nothing special about her, as Lucifer often said.

14 • Describe your MC’s parents (names, jobs, personalities). Do they have any siblings? What is their relationship with their family?

🎀 From what Eirlys knows of her parents through stories, her parents loved one another very much. Her mother had been her father's first love in college, and years later they had her. However, when she was still very young her family had been killed by a reckless drunk driver while visiting other family. Eirlys was taken in by her aunt, who worked as a fashion consultant in Tokyo.

15 • How many languages do they speak? Which ones?

🀄 English and Japanese, though she is wanting to learn how to read Devilish and Celestial.

16 • What is their relationship with each brother?

I already mentioned Mammon, Levi, and Belphie above. So I will leave them out here.

🖤 Lucifer - When Eirlys first met Lucifer, she didn't know what to make of him. All she knew was that he was intimidating and likely very dangerous. It took a lot of time for her to not only come to trust Lucifer and feel safe around him, but to like him and understand his motives behind his methods. But Lucifer was never her type, and instead she looks to him now like a younger sister to a reliable older brother. Even if that older brother can be mildly sadistic in his teasing.

💚 Satan - After being introduced to Satan, Eirlys did find him attractive and was excited to find another bookworm even here among all the demons. However, after she was introduced to Satan and came to find Satan smiled when he was angry, she found communicating with him equally as intimidating as Lucifer's threats. Trying to figure out when he was angry and when he was genuinely happy really did a number on her anxiety, and eventually kept her from really communicating with him overmuch for an extended length of time. It wasn't until later that she tried getting to know him better, and coming to find the source of all his anger. That information became the catalyst and foundation to their continuously building and growing friendship.

�� Beelzebub - Beel has ever been the sweet one, even if he was a bit more distant when they first met. Beel was never outright cold or condescending to Eirlys, and the closer they became the sweeter he became. Before long, she found just how considerate and gentle Beel truly was. Despite this, Beel never appealed to her romantically. Instead, much like Lucifer, she looks to Beel as a gentle and reliable brother of sorts.

💗 Asmodeus - His penchant for lechery always threw Eirlys off balance, being the non-sexual type. When she first met him and found he was the Avatar of Lust, her first instinct was to keep ten yards between them at all times. Asmodeus was the wild card in the deck of seven for Eirlys, because though he has tendencies toward the egotistical side, she can never fully peg him. Even after getting to know him and forming a bond with him. Asmodeus, she found, has ever been able to tell when something he did was making her uncomfortable. He never pushed cuddling beyond what Eirlys wanted it to be or was comfortable with, even if he joked occasionally about doing it naked.

17 • What is their relationship with each side characters?

🐕 Luke: She was rather bemused upon meeting Luke, and seeing him standing in contrast to Simeon lit an amused glint within her eyes. Perhaps it was because he was an angel, but Eirlys bonded with Luke rather quickly. Though she cannot say she likes everything about the child-like angel, as his anti-demon sentiment has grated on her the more she has bonded with the boys (it has grown more half-hearted recently), but she counts Luke among the few within the three realms she can fully rely on.

🕊 Simeon: He was always rather mesmerizing for Eirlys, in ways the demons weren't. Perhaps it was the mystery that surrounded him despite being such a beautiful angel. His eyes, so striking against his features, were particularly what drew her in. Whenever she speaks with Simeon, she cannot help but smile. Despite all this, she has closed her heart off to anything beyond friendship with Simeon. Perhaps because she already has feelings for Mammon and more complicated ones for Leviathan, or perhaps because she feels a relationship with an angel would be too out of bounds for a human like her. Maybe both. Either way, she considers Simeon a very dear friend.

🦋 Solomon: He was one Eirlys didn't think much of when she first met him, though she was rather jealous of his abilities. She did slowly think of him in more friendly terms, however there was always something about him she didn't fully trust. Solomon has ever been the Cheshire Cat to her Alice.

🏵 Diavolo: Eirlys doesn't really have a very strong opinion one way or the other about him. Though the mere fractions of a moment she has spent getting to know him, the more she finds her opinion shifting to the positive. He has demonstrated himself to be incredibly thoughtful, compassionate (for a demon), and mature each time. Even if he hides it behind a constantly smiling face.

🐉 Barbatos: A mysterious and handsome face. This was the first thought that entered Eirlys's mind when she first met Barbatos. But after learning of his abilities and seeing them in action, Barbatos has bypassed all other demons in the intimidation department and landed himself firmly on the "never piss off under any circumstances" list.

Not exactly an accurate graph, but it's the best I can do restricted to mobile.

18 • What is your MC’s main hobbies and passions?

♥️ Her hobbies include: reading, music, dancing (hip hop and the like), anime, manga, video games, dramas, and movies (except horror, because she is a little chicken shit and will be the first to admit it).

♠️ She has a passion for dancing and singing, though she isn't good enough by any means to be considered professional, and typically her singing and dancing has been in rooms alone, in the shower, or driving alone in her car (in the human world).

She also has a big love for stories, especially fantasy and romance. Be they in books, movies, anime/manga, or dramas.

19 • Why did they end up in Devildom in the first place? What happened to them?

An email went out to all the students of high school and college age, explaining the exchange program with a world long thought to be a mere myth stemmed from religion, and nothing more. Those interested in participating could apply and send in their application for consideration. Anyone not interested could simply disregard the email. It explained a deadline, details and requirements for application, along with signing an agreement form explaining the rules of conduct within the Devildom. It was surprisingly thorough and organized for a simple email.

Eirlys was intrigued, but a part of her thought it was just an elaborate prank. Over the next few weeks, she heard more and more about people who had put in an application and eventually she too relented and sent in an application. Though her application was sent right at the last minute. Almost literally.

20 • What is your MC’s MBTI type?

ENFJ

21 • Do they have a pact with each bro? Do they often use their pacts? In which situations?

Yes, she has a pact with each brother. And each pact has left it's mark on her. However, she refuses to use her pacts unless she absolutely has to. Though there are times when she has used them out of anger (think "sit, boy!" from Inuyasha).

22 • What is their favorite place in Devildom?

Her room, the music room, and the Royal Library. Though there is an odd beauty to the old Colliseum when it is empty.

23 • Which sin fits them the most?

This one is difficult, but if I had to pick one I would say Pride or Envy.

24 • Describe their personality.

Eirlys is a rather compassionate and kind person with a passion for life and a fierce loyalty to her select group of friends. She is a genuine, honest, and caring individual and a passionate altruist. Sometimes even to a fault, and she is unlikely to be afraid to take the slings and arrows while standing up for the people and ideas she believes in.

Eirlys won't turn down an opportunity to spend time with those she cares about, even if that means going to social gatherings she would otherwise not attend on her own.

Despite all this, Eirlys can sometime be too idealistic or even selfless to a fault. She is prone to fluctuating self-esteem and may ask for praise or criticism out of insecurity, more than anything else. What's more, some criticisms can be easy for Eirlys to take to heart. Allowing it to further chip away at her self-confidence.

25 • What is their moral alignment?

Neutral good.

26 • Does your MC possess an object/something especially dear to their heart?

No, not really...

27 • Which character(s) do they consider as their best friend(s)?

If Mammon doesn't count considering he is the love interest, then I would have to say Levi and Beel.

28 • Choose a song that fits your MC.

Fight Song by Rachel Platten

29 • What are your MC’s religious beliefs?

Eirlys considered herself Agnostic, with some leaning toward Earthy religions. She had no beliefs in Heaven or Hell, so when she received her invitation that was rather eye opening.

30 • Describe what is inside your MC’s school bag.

Text books, notebooks, mechanical pencils, pens, highlighters, a zip bag for those things, reading books, calculator, and other generic school necessities.

31 • Describe their appearance (pic refs are ofc allowed).

♣️ Eirlys generally has fluffy waves of light pink hair that falls in cascades to the middle of her back, clear celeste blue / aquamarine eyes (haven't fully decided which), and snowy pale skin. She is not very tall, and has a triangle-shaped figure. Her fashion sense typically aligns with classic chic with a touch of hipster and grunge or street punk depending on her mood. And how she wears her uniform typically reflects this fashion sense as well, as her uniform typically looks rather crisp and pristine compared to the demon she loves.

Otherwise the other best examples I have are these images, one from a webcomic on Tappytoons.

The top image is probably as close as I can get, with the changes being thicker hair and eyes that are more blue like the girl in the images below. There is also the matter of her bangs being what curls inward as opposed to the tufts of hair beside her ears. The girl below, her hair is a bit too curly, though and her bangs aren't right. Plus the tufts on the side of her face down curl against her cheeks enough like the images above. But beyond all that, this is as close to an example of what my MC looks like. How she wears her uniform is portrayed above.

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Your university is in the opposite direction of your workplace but for some reason you still make the hour drive out to Incheon every morning before classes just to see your coworkers and pretend to study while you’re actually watching Youtube videos. Maybe it’s the sense of family or the Dunkin’ pride, but on the rare days that you can’t make it out there, your entire day starts off with sad boi energy. But today is normal—it’s a good day, and even with the bustling ambiance of people moving to and fro on Terminal 1’s walkway around you, you have no trouble zeroing in on the dorky-looking boy standing behind the POS system at Dunkin’ Coffee House.

It’s Mark in his stupid Dunkin’ visor and he looks half-dead as he swipes the credit card of a short old man. You draw closer, readjusting your book bag strap over your shoulder with a smirk tugging your mouth in one direction. suddenly, Mingi pops up from under the espresso machine with a yelp. His back is turned to you and Mark and the aforementioned turns around to say something to him. As you approach them, you peer over the counter to see that Mingi has dropped the entire 50 lb pail of Cafiza and it looks like a billion dollars of cocaine has fallen expensively to the ground. The old man narrows his eyes at the two men who are now panicking and no longer paying attention to the front. He shakes his head and turns around to leave. You notice that there are only two other customers immersed in their work at tables a few feet away from the counter.

You snake over to the cash register to take the old man’s place, watching Mark and Mingi argue for a moment. Mingi places his gigantic hands over the visor on his head, almost completely covering the top of it. His eyes, wide and afraid, keep darting from the chemical to the cameras installed above them, spouting about how the bosses are going to fire him while Mark tells him to vacuum it up, but, “나 진공 청소기 못 해, 임마! 이거는 진공청소기로 길을 잃을 거야!” I can’t vacuum it, dude! It’ll get lost with the rest of the vacuum dirt!

“그럼 진공 청소부터 해, 멍청아!” Then clean out the vacuum first, dumbass!

“나한테 소리 지르지 마!!!” dON’T YELL AT ME!

“Welcome to Dunkin’!” You say, causing them both to turn their attention to you. “Where we dunk on our haters and have emotional breakdowns over coke.”

Mingi is the first one to shout, “아아아!” AHHHH! And you know that that’s his way of saying, “thank God you’re here!” because he’s book smart but common sense is not his forte. In your three years working with Mingi, you’ve watched him improve very slightly. Yet here he is. Still kickin’ it at Dunkin’.

Mark laughs nervously before responding, “Welcome to Dunkin’, are you ready to get dunked, ma’am?”

Taking a step or two to the side so you can lean over the pick-up counter, you gesture to the fallen Cafiza pail and calmly say, “쓸어버려, 새끼들.” Sweep it up, dipshits.

“넌 너무 시적이야,” You’re so poetic, Mingi mutters before sulking over to the broom like he’s upset that he didn’t think of that first.

While he does that, Mark sighs all the way over to you where he pretends to type something in on the POS screen. “The usual?”

“Yes indeedy, sweety.” You hand him an invisible credit card and he pretends to swipe it before turning his miserably tired eyes on you and telling you it’ll be right out. So you reach over the counter to pat his shoulder and say, “SoundCloud isn’t worth the dark circles, Mork.”

Mark’s voice crescendos into a yell as you walk away to find a table. “Yes, iT IS.”

There’s a small square wooden table right up against the divider bookshelf separating Dunkin’ from the Hooters next door. With a small laugh, you remember how upset everyone was when your old coworker Wendy quit to go work next door. Mark had deemed her and the entire Hooter’s establishment as “an enemy of the Dunkin’ brand”. But you’ve seen him peeking around the large bookcase to peep the Hooter’s waitresses. At the end of the day, sexual frustration wins over loyalty—at least for Mark. You don’t really care that Wendy went to Hooters, but you definitely enjoy saying, “Pleasant Hooter’s!” every time she leaves after you two meet up.

After setting up your laptop and making sure that it’s plugged in, you take a seat, but you don’t open up the sleek electronic device you dropped your entire first paycheck on three years ago. Instead, you look out at the terminal floor and watch people say goodbye or greet each other. A little boy runs into his father’s arms, screaming with joy as his father embraces him and picks him up. A young man you’ve never seen before holding a bouquet of red roses stands unsure a few feet away, looking around with a worried expression. You’re suddenly very aware of the thump of your heart against your rib cage because you remember. You stare at the bouquet and you remember.

You can suddenly smell the songpyeon your mother was making in preparation for Chuseok. You can see the metal door in front of you and feel the weight of the trash bag you had carried all those years ago. You yelled over your shoulder to your mother in the kitchen that you were taking the trash out before stepping outside and almost tripping over a pair of Doc Martens. He was sitting there in the stairwell, back against the wall, eyes gently closed, dry lips parted, chest rising and falling slowly—a bouquet of red roses lying limp in his hands. His bangs were in his eyes and you wanted to move them away like you always did, but you couldn’t bring yourself to touch him. You looked him over with pathetic tears welling behind your eyes. You turned away. You went downstairs to take out the trash.

“오빠!” BABY! A piercing shriek pulls you from your memory and you focus your eyes again to see a girl running toward the young man and throwing herself onto him. He barely catches her, dropping the bouquet, and she wraps her legs around his waist as she hugs him.

Your drink is set down in front of you and you look up to see Mingi staring down at you with one eyebrow raised. “친구야 왜 슬퍼?” Why do you look sad? He then turns his body back toward the counter momentarily to point to where Mark is now scrubbing the outside of the espresso machine. “우리가 화학 약품을 치웠으니까 걱정하지 마.” We cleaned the chemicals up, so don’t worry. You smile. Mingi has always vibrated such an innocence that you enjoy. You’re the same age, but you view him as a little brother. Well, a little huge brother.

After assuring him that you’re okay, he turns to go back to work and you mutter under your breath as he takes big clunky steps, “Fee-fi-fo-fum…” He towers over Mark, who hands him the sponge and directs him to finish up. Mingi just nods and begins the task given to him. “I am a giant but I am not dumb.”

You continue watching your friends, leaving your drink neglected on the table before you. Mark suddenly looks toward the front with wide-eyes, spouting apologies to the customer that walked up while you were all distracted. Mingi stands by, ready to make the drink or retrieve the donut that will be ordered. But he’s squinting at the customer like he knows him—and you have to admit the customer looks a bit familiar from behind. You think hard for a moment. Not super tall, a bit taller than Mark, dark hair, long trench coat that you know is to combat the heavy snow falling outside the windows that are blocked by a divider. You can’t really see his build because of that, but you squint now too to try and notice anything from the back of his head. You think you notice freckles, but you’re not sure. Just the thought is enough to send you into another stomach-flipping memory.

Now you can smell the fresh rain on the pavement again. You can feel the colorful dragonflies beating the shit out of your insides—the once pleasant friends that gently let you know when you were nervous were now betraying you. You can feel his warm skin under your fingertips and the wetness on your cheeks. You can hear his low voice cracking, saying, “제발 울지마—사랑한다.” I love you—please don’t cry. You can see his comforting eyes, red and wild. You lowered your lips to his neck, gently kissing the freckles you admired but never spoke of. He broke out into a sob and pulled you closer to him.

“아!” Ah! Mingi says loudly and you’re pulled from the memory again—and it’s a good thing, too, because you can feel your tear ducts throbbing, desperate for release. He points at the customer with a wide smile. “최산!” Choi San!

The walls close in on you from every direction. The seafood restaurant across the walkway, the Hooter’s to the left, the bar sitting in the middle of it all. Everything begins to shake and collapse and your lungs are punctured with each breath and they give out one-by-one and you can’t breathe and you can’t breathe and San is standing at the cash register and Mingi gestures toward you and San looks over and his eyes are still comforting but you can’t look at him so you stare down at your lap and everything is still shaking so you close your eyes because you can’t cry and you can’t think about Choi San’s freckles and Choi San’s bouquet of roses and you can’t breathe and the first time Choi San kissed you and you can’t breathe and you can’t breathe and you can’t—

“Are you okay?” You suddenly feel a cold hand on the fabric of your black dress shirt. It’s Mark because he has the coldest hands in the world and you’d know them anywhere. But it’s strangely comforting to open your eyes to Mark standing over you with on hand on your back and Mingi crouching beside you with his eyebrows drawn in. He places an apprehensive hand on your knee. He knows. You’ve never mentioned San’s name, but Mingi is smart. You know he’s figured it out.

You just now realize that you’re heaving and Mark rushes away, talking about getting water. A guilty frown spreads over Mingi’s face and he mumbles, “미안해—나는 네가 서로 아는 줄 알았는데 네가 말한 그 사람이 아닌 것 같았어.” I’m sorry—I thought you knew each other but I didn’t think he was the guy you told us about. You just focus on Mingi, afraid of what you’ll see if you look up again. And then Mark returns with the water and you gulp it down. Your breathing begins to normalize but your pulse is still rapid and the blood begins to roar in your ears because you know what you’re about to do.

Mingi stands up and says he’ll tell him to leave, but you stand in return and say, shaking, “아니. 나는 그와 얘기하고 싶다.” No. I want to talk to him. 

“근데…” But…

Ignoring them both, you gently push them aside and stare straight at Choi San, who’s still standing there. He’s returning your gaze and there’s something so sullen about it. It’s raining stars in his irises. It’s been three years, so naturally, you’d freak out upon seeing him—especially considering the way things ended and the way things started. You notice a piece of luggage he’s parked next to the counter. You wonder in passing if he’s visiting or staying. Then, like doves in the fall, your thoughts flock to the void of your mind and you’re left empty and full as you approach him. Your heart is on fire and the ashes accumulate in the pit of your stomach, providing a warmth that spreads all over your body. Even after all this time, Choi San…

You know he’s worried by the way he’s looking at you. But all you can do is bite back the urge to touch his face and say, “오랜만에.” It’s been a while.

And a sad smile dances across his lips as he looks down at you the same way he did at the beginning.

“구십삼퍼센트 스타더스트.” Ninety-three percent stardust, he said as you two gazed out at the twinkling night lights of Seoul. His arm was pressed up against yours; he tilted his head up to turn his attention to the sky. “불꽃으로 만들어진 영혼들 함께, 우리는 모두 사람들의 이름을 가진 별 뿐이다.” With souls made of flames, we’re all just stars that have people names.

[mountphoenixrp]

We have a new citizen in Mount Phoenix:

                                 Adeline Cho, who is known by no other name;                                                  a 21 year old daughter of Ryūjin.                          She is a part-time flower arranger at Blossoms of Yggdrasil.

FC NAME/GROUP: Jeon Somi / Soloist CHARACTER NAME: Adeline Cho AGE/DATE OF BIRTH: 21 | March 3rd, 1999 PLACE OF BIRTH: Paris, France OCCUPATION: Part Time Flower Arranger @ Blossoms of Yggdrasil HEIGHT: 5'2 WEIGHT: 110 lbs DEFINING FEATURES: No defining features for now.

PERSONALITY: Down to earth: she loves to keep everything simple.

Free-spirited, adaptive, shy and very picky whom to trust: despite being shy, she would usually greet the people around her with a smile, being one of those people that is easy to talk with but she hardly trust anyone. Adeline likes to depend on herself and only herself and could be seen as more of a support for others. She always puts up a smile in front of others, regardless of how she feels, to avoid her friends worrying about her.

Honest and Compassionate.

Warm-hearted and very devoted: she is the type of person that is devoted to the people she loves or trust and to the things that she loves to do.

Calm and Patient but can be playful at times: usually has a peace of mind, doesnt do things without carefully thinking. Adeline is very playful with the people that she most comfortable with.

Very secretive but open: Adeline likes to keep things to herself and would never open about her family or past until the person will gain her trust. But mainly, even towards the people who is dear to her heart, she barely say something about herself.

Sweet, Caring and Loves skinship: Once she’s comfortable with you and earn her trust, she can be really sweet and does not hesitate to show her care. Be ready of her unexpected skinships.

Wild and perverted mind: very sexual in all things, that she normally doesnt show to anyone, since she’s adventurous, some people might be very surprised if they heard/see the pervert side of her.

HISTORY: Home… home had so many different meanings to people.

For Adeline, her home was in her parent’s nest, sleeping with her siblings. It was when they would play in the forest and dance along the creek banks, naked and unafraid of everything. Home is the smell of fresh flowers and soft beds when Papa won his game of cards, home was Maman’s fresh bread and her soothing fingers rubbing against her velvety ears. Home was soft words and whispers of soothing words, words full of encouragement and love, words that built her up rather than tear her down. She had so few memories of her real home, she could remember bits and pieces but she was taken so young, that she wasn’t even sure if the memories she had was real.

What wasn’t home was the cruel harsh whispers from her former Master, how he said she would die before the debt was cleared, that she belonged to him, that no one in the world would come to save her. His cold and bony fingers digging into the flesh of her arms as he made her clean the rooms of his brothel. As he hit her fingers every time he found a missing item in his little Magpie’s nest. He loved it when she cried out as he punished her, reveling in the cries of the young girl. His punishment was never physical but mental. He would lock her in the dark closets or starve her. He took great pride in bending and shaping the pre-teen into everything he wanted.

As she aged, the master took more and more pleasure in her beauty, knowing that his little magpie would fetch top dollar. He paraded her around for years, showing off her pale flesh, her pretty little mouth everything that would make the men follow her every move. He started offering her before she was even an adult, taking payments and storing them. His harsh whispers in her ears that even if they sold her virginity it would never clear the debt. Sometimes, when she’s alone she can still feel the cold fingers, gripping her face forcing her to look at him. His eyes taking advantage of how he made her dressed. Whispering that once her virginity was gone she would be chained to a bed and for the right price anyone could take her, his precious little Magpie.

While the Master of the brothel wasn’t home, the women that she worked with would help her the best they could, Giving her advice, telling her what men liked and didn’t like. That sometimes women would come with their husbands and speak cruel words while you pleasured them. Sometimes the clients would get a little cruel but if you built a safe place in your head that the pain eventually vanished. They taught her that she always needed a happy smile and not talk about herself, always be more interested in what the client would say, never offer anything that you couldn’t take back. The women of the house told her to hide her name, keep it buried, they couldn’t have the real you if they didn’t know the real you.

As she got more and more freedom Adeline took to spending her nights sleeping in a hidden hollow. She could pretend that she wasn’t in a brothel that her family came for her, that she was safe and protected. Her little nest grew, as she took shiny things from the house next door, stealing needles and shiny buttons.

The night before she was going to be sold for the highest price, Adeline took all of the lessons that the women taught her and used them against her Master.

“Maître,” she whispered, sinking down to her knees resting her cheek against his knee looking up at him her eyes open wide, using every bit of innocence she had against him, “Do I have to be sold… can’t I just belong to you?” Every sentence she spoke she saw the man’s eyes glaze over as he listened to her, this was what he had wanted the whole time. He wanted her to crawl on her knees to him and beg to belong to him. He trained her, everything was going to be what he wanted and the world was going right.

It was easy to slip him tranquilizers, stealing money from his safe as she ran. A bag packed full of things she only deemed necessary, a small golden thimble and clothes she cared about. As she ran down the street the young woman looked around, she was far from the countryside of France. She was in some sort of bustling metropolis, trusting her instincts even with her horrible sense of direction the hare moved quickly rushing past people, her ear blending in with her hair, as she rushed, all she wanted to be was somewhere safe. In the dark of the night, the young woman ran off in search of the sanctuary that she had heard of Mount Phoenix.

PANTHEON: Japanese CHILD OF: Ryujin POWERS: As the child of the Dragon God of the Sea, Adeline has the abilities to hold her breath underwater for a large amount of time. As she does so, she can also talk to sea creatures. When she is not in the sea, she can manipulate water around her. STRENGTHS: Sincere, Warm, Amicable WEAKNESSES: Easily hurt, sneaky, and fiesty

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Character Development Outline

Origins and Family

Name:  Rei Sakuma Nickname:  Vampire Bastard  //  Rei Sakuma of the Three/Five Oddballs  //  Anija  //  Useless/Annoying Bug  //  the Demon King  //  various honorifics attached to his name or surname Reason for name:  His name literally means ‘zero’, 'nothing’ Birthday:  2nd November Age:  18-19; he’s the oldest student in the idol course at present time Gender:  Male Place of birth:  Japan, probably Places lived since:  Japan, an unnamed country in the Arabian Peninsula, England, Italy, Transylvania...Rei travels a lot.

Parents’ names, backgrounds, and occupations

Parents:  They haven’t been revealed yet, so I made up their names. Number of siblings:  1 (Ritsu) Relationship with family:  Distant; Rei used to be close with his younger brother only, but even they drifted far apart. Happiest memory:  The times he used to spend together with Ritsu as children //  being with [UNDEAD] Childhood trauma:  Being treated like he’s the advent of some holy angel or dark deity. Children of their own:  None. Relationship?:  Depends on the verse.

Physical

Height:  5′10″ / 179 cm. Weight:  134 lbs. / 61 kg. Build:  Slender, a bit of noticeable muscles Nationality:  Japanese Disabilities:  Lethargic during the day, especially when the sun is out; Rei fares better if it’s really cloudy. Complexion:  Pale; it’s like he’s dead. Face shape:  Round, a bit angular at the jawline. Distinguishing facial features:  Red eyes, noticeable fangs. Hair color:  Raven black Eye color:  Dark red/almost brownish, blood red (depending on the light sources) Glasses/contacts:  None, but he really needs a pair. Style of dress:  Proper, though Rei dresses up like a dad... Health:  Awful; Rei’s really careless about his own health, and needs someone to look after him. Grooming:  He tries to regularly maintain his appearance, if his daytime lethargy permits it. Jewelry, tattoos, piercings:  Pierced ears; Rei wears a pair of stud earrings with an eye-catching red color that contrasts sharply with his black hair. Accent:  Fluent, if he's in 'business mode'. Otherwise, expect some gratuitous Engrish. Physical habits:  

Sleeps during the day, even if he tries to keep himself awake. He has no qualms about where he sleeps, however.

He gives plenty of headpats.

Other than that, he tries to physically keep his distance from others, except for a few notable people.

Intellect

Level of education:   Still in high school, but Rei’s a genius who could accelerate if he wanted. Level of self esteem:  Very high; Rei would have to be if he could keep up his ‘old man’ act despite negative reactions, dismissing them with an amused laugh. Talents:  superstar-level stage performance  //  magic spells/curses  //  higher-than-human strength, speed and agility  //  genius-level intellect  //  persuasion and charm  //  energy drain  //  paralyzing glare *these are more effective at night; daylight weakens him, but not to the point of total ineptness Shortcomings:  Genius as he is, Rei has difficulty understanding human social norms, leading him to do seemingly mean-spirited things when he really means well or to say things that aren’t appropriate. He comes off as 'eccentric'. Style of speech:  Archaic and obsolete. Most of the time, Rei talks like your typical doting, all-knowing grandfather, and it pisses the hell out of everybody. Artistic/mathematical:  Artistic. Makes decisions on emotion or logic:  Logic. Which tends to make him seem like some unfeeling monster. Life philosophy:  “If I can help, then I will. Or die trying in the process. Worry not; I’m already dead~” Someone, snap him out of that mindset. Religious stance:  Rei’s not so religious, despite quoting religious references from time to time. Cautious/daring:  It’s a mix of both; Rei can come up with the most outrageous, but effective plans, but he won’t execute them if the people involved would be greatly hurt by it. Otherwise, if it’s just himself getting hurt, then he’s all in on his plans. The kicker is, people will know of his plans and intentions only when it’s too late. Extrovert/introvert:  Extrovert; Rei lives on other people’s attention. Unfortunately, his genetic condition forces him to become nocturnal, a time when most people are asleep.

Relationships

Relationship status:  Verse dependent. Rei’s canonically single though. Sexual orientation:  Verse dependent. Rei does take notice of those who catch his interest, however. Past relationships:  Depends on the verse. Although it's hinted that Rei was close to Keito Hasumi. Primary reason for being broken up with:  Rei’s too much of a wild card; he refuses to be tied down to anyone. Primary reason for breaking up with people:  They’ve disappointed him, usually in matters that are really very important to him. Level of sexual experience:  Rei’s knowledgeable enough. Story of first kiss:  Disappointing. Story of loss of virginity:  No. Most comfortable around who:  His fellow Oddballs. Rei does consider them to be his equals. Oldest friend:  Keito Hasumi. They’ve known each other since childhood. Although they did have some years apart due to Keito distancing himself from Rei, and then they met again in high school at Yumenosaki. How do they think others perceive them:  A Vampire-wannabe. A frightening monster. A stupid old man...Rei doesn’t care though; in fact, it works in his favor. How do others actually perceive them:  Contrary to what Rei believes, the others do see him as a very dependable senior, and a sad, tired, lonely person who deserves only the best in the world. Rei never believes it whenever he’s told that, and would insist that he’s a horrible monster who deserves nothing but hell.

Vocation

Profession:  high school student, idol, depends on verse. Past / current occupation(s):  Idol belonging to the unit [UNDEAD], world-famous superstar performer, depends on verse. Passions:  singing and dancing, tomatoes and ham Attitude towards current job:  Rei takes it seriously, for his unitmates’ sake, and for the future of young idols. Attitude towards current coworkers/bosses/employees:  Rei considers them to be his children/grandchildren. Yes, he'd dote on even those older than him. Salary:  Rei would rather not disclose the amount. But, to get an idea, he can afford a 60,000 Yen belt, and can wear Prada as his regular clothes, and can just give away an electric guitar that’s probably worth a fortune, along with its bag that costs 25,000 Yen...

Secrets

(  Every character should have secrets  )

Life Goals:  Rei’s aiming to have the human population to be more accepting of his kind, and vice versa. He’s like a mediator between the two ‘races’. Greatest fears:  Failing others yet again. Most ashamed of:  His inability to do everything, and anything despite his talents and skills. If only he could be at several places at once...But, alas, Rei’s only one person. Compulsions:  The thought of the futures of his friends and colleagues being crushed unjustly, that’s a big no-no. Rei will fight whatever that tries to cause that. Obsessions:  Tomatoes. Secret hobbies:  Keeping in touch with his contacts, ready to crush scandals before they come to light. Touching up on subjects he’s not knowledgeable enough so he can continue being ‘omniscient’. Secret skills:  Rei has formed a very extensive network that may not be completely relevant to his occupation. That doesn’t seem too much of a secret, but he can still surprise one or two people with his revelations. He can also walk/crawl on walls and ceilings. Crimes committed:  ...Do breaking promises, and consequently hearts count…? What do they most want to change about their physical appearance:  None; Rei’s content with what he has.

Details

Daily routine:  Sleeps all day unless he has the energy to attend class to fill the minimum required days of attendance so he could finally graduate. Gets woken up in the afternoon so he could eat, catches up on the day’s activities with the people concerned, catch up on practice, see the others off as they go home, do homework and work, wander around the school like some ghost...Or Rei could go home, if he’s feeling it... Night owl or early bird:  Absolutely a night owl; Rei is utterly miserable during the day. Favorite food:  Dry-cured ham, and tomatoes. Least favorite food:  Garlic. Super spicy food. Least favorite movie:  Horror movies; Rei believes that the monsters are being portrayed unfairly. But, he falls asleep within fifteen minutes after the movie started anyway. Favorite music:  Rock, Jazz, Classical. Least favorite music:  Those funky robot-sounding genres. Coffee or tea:  Tea. Crunchy or smooth peanut butter:  Crunchy. There's simply something about those peanut pieces that imparts a salty touch to the peanut butter, and Rei likes that. Lefty or righty:  Righty. Favorite color:  Purple. Cusser:  He used to...But, Rei sometimes slips up on rare occasions. Smoker/drinker/drug user:  Absolutely not. Biggest regret:  Not being there when and where he's needed. It's really eating at him from within. Pets:  Does Wanko count…?

[bat-losers-inc]

Kintsugi: Chapter 1

Warnings: drug use, panic attacks

Summary: Final Crisis/Red Robin AU. Dick admits Tim to a psychiatric facility after Bruce is lost in time. Jason finds him suffering at the hands of a Scarecrow-copycat and breaks him out. While safe in Jason’s apartment, Tim still struggles with panic attacks and drug withdrawal. At a loss for what to do, Jason calls Roy Harper.

Pairings:  Jason Todd & Tim Drake, Tim Drake & Roy Harper, Roy Harper & Jason Todd.

It had been a little more than a week since Jason had been locked out of Tim’s criminal database when he decided to stop waiting around for Tim to grant him access again. Screw being patient and playing nice. A week’s worth of increasingly less polite voicemails on Tim’s phone was evidence to how well that tactic had worked for Jason.

So, Jason decided to fall back on the more tried and true tactic of breaking and entering. If he couldn’t get Tim to return his calls, Jason would just have to corner him into a conversation. This was how Jason found himself prying open the window to Tim’s apartment in the early evening hours and slipping inside.

He straightened up as his boots made contact with the wood floor of Tim’s living room and glared around in confusion when neither fists nor any audible alarms greeted his arrival. Strange.

“Hey, Tim. You here?” But a quick check of all of the rooms in Tim’s apartment told Jason he wasn’t.

Jason contemplated leaving and searching the streets, though he hadn’t heard Red Robin over the comms for a few days. He stared longingly at Tim’s desk where his laptop rested open, the screen turned matte by a thin layer of dust. He really couldn’t afford to wait around on Tim with his street cred going down the toilet.

“Ah, screw it.” He sat in Tim’s desk chair and got to work on cracking the password. Four tries later saw Jason rummaging around in Tim’s desk drawers hoping he’d left some password clue so that Jason wouldn’t getting locked out for another incorrect attempt. It was a waste of time since Jason knew Tim was too smart to ever write down a password.

A reminder scribbled on a sticky note to do laundry before he ran out of clean underwear?

Sure.

But a password to help his dear older brother?

Of course not.

“Jeez, all of this because the kid doesn’t have a sense of humor. You set your brother up as the fall guy for one of your murders. Just once. Just as a joke! And then he kicks you out of his network and you’re left with your excel spreadsheet of crime syndicates that hasn’t been updated in months. And then you go shake some answers out of Penguin’s number two guy, only to find out that that guy got locked up by GCPD two months ago. And then you have to settle for getting answers from Penguin’s shit-for-brains cousin, Larry.” Jason slammed the final drawer closed, “Fucking Larry.”

Jason spun around in Tim’s desk chair, going over his options once again. He’d sooner break into the Batcave and risk running into Dick and Damian than subject himself to updating his own old-school records. Jason’s eyes landed on the Star Trek poster mounted on the wall across from him. He halted his spinning as realization struck him. “Oh, you beautiful, beautiful, nerd.”

He pulled the framed poster off the wall and flipped it around, searching for the clips that locked it in place. A small piece of paper the size of a business card dropped onto Jason’s boot as he freed the backing from its frame. He snatched it up and logged into Tim’s laptop.

Jason was in the process of closing out of Tim’s records, having already sent a copy to himself, when a notification in the corner caught his eye. He clicked into it and was surprised to see it was a message Tim had sent to himself. Or was it?

Jason read over the message again.

Find my iphone.

User: T.drake007@gmail.com

Pass: Batcow

He had a tracking device built into his suit if he needed someone to find his location. But if he was in his civvies…

Jason pulled his own phone free of his jacket pocket and signed into Tim’s account. As the map narrowed in on Tim’s last location, Jason was already out the window and climbing up the fire escape.“Whatever this wild goose chase is, kid, I really hope I don’t find your dead body at the end of it.”

Jason checked the pinned location on his phone once more and then stared across at the glowing letters on the Breckenridge Psychiatric Hospital sign again. Of all of the places Jason expected Tim to be hiding out in while in his civvies, a mental hospital in Bludhaven didn’t even make the list. It filled Jason with an uneasy feeling.

He decided to play it safe to start off with and removed his domino mask, slipping it into the pocket of his leather jacket which he zipped up tight to cover his body armor hidden underneath. He made his way to the front doors, wrestling with his anxiety the entire way there. After all... things had been more than a little crazy with Bruce dying, Damian replacing Tim as Robin, and Tim moving on to his new identity as Red Robin. It wasn’t impossible that Tim had checked himself in for a bit, though there was a nasty notion floating around the back of Jason’s head that this whole situation reeked of Dick’s smothering sort of concern.  

Jason asked for Alvin Draper at the receptionist desk, Tim’s go-to undercover identity.

The nurse behind the reception station replied in a tone that suggested she was reading off doctor’s notes from her computer. “Mr. Draper was recently moved to the Psychiatric Intensive Care Unit after exhibiting violent behavior against the hospital staff. His visitation privileges have been temporarily suspended until his psychologist believes he is no longer a harm to himself or others.”

Jason blinked hard at that one. “Violent behavior against the staff? I think there’s got to be a mistake here. What medical reason did T—uh, Alvin give when he checked himself into the facility.”

“Mr. Draper didn’t check himself in. A family member petitioned for it to prevent further destructive behaviors to his person and the public.”

The public, Jason mentally rolled his eyes. He’s 130 lbs dripping wet. What’s the worst he could do?

Still, if Tim was here against his will, this didn’t bode well for the situation within the family and Tim’s emotional state at the moment. Jason slumped against the receptionist’s station, not believing what he was hearing and wanting nothing more than to bang his forehead against the table top. “Wait… so you’re telling me he’s here on involuntary psych hold?”

“Okay. Okay,” Jason couldn’t figure out when Tim’s well-being had become such a serious issue for Jason, but suddenly here he was acting like the kid’s lawyer. “Well, when did he get committed? Psych holds are usually only for a few days and then the issue has to be brought up against a judge, right?”

“Shouldn’t you know all this already, hon? I thought you said you were a friend of the family. Do you want me to call the person of contact and see if they can come down and explain the situation?”

Jason could sense the motherly concern in her voice. He was trying to fly under the radar on this and having the nurse take an interest in him was not the way to do that. He’d draw too much attention to himself and to ‘Alvin Draper’ and that was the last thing Jason needed, but it wasn’t entirely useless.

“No, no. That’s okay,” Jason waved off the question. “Look… If I can’t talk to him, could you at least pass on a gift to him from me?”

The nurse opened her mouth, an objection clearly in the making. Jason beat her to the punch as he pulled a paperback book free of his backpack. “It’s just a book. No lewd images or anything like that. I promise.”

He watched the woman sigh and fiddle with the pen she held. As he figured, that motherly concern was still lingering in the air. She’d feel too heartless to deny him entirely. “Fine. Take a seat and I’ll let you know if it passes the security check.”

Jason flashed her his best smile and perched on the edge of a waiting room chair. Thank God I was expecting a stakeout and brought something to read.

“What’s your name, hon?” She wiggled the book held in her hand. “For your friend.”

“Tell him it’s from John D. He’ll know who I am.” He replied as the woman made ready to stand up.

As the nurse left for the security desk, Jason skimmed his eyes across the signs for the PICU wing and walked out the main doors. It looked like John Doe would have to return Alvin Draper’s favor and stage a prison break of his own.

Jason walked around the entire hospital two times, once in a tight perimeter to check for  possible points of entry on the grounds and parking garage level, and once more in a wider circle to evaluate the upper floors. He stopped back at his apartment to refill his backpack with supplies, shed his hoodie and don his helmet. Then he was out the door.

Jason scaled a drainpipe up to the floor where the Psych ICU was located and slide in through a cracked window in the staff break room. It wasn’t exactly easy to walk around a hospital in body armor and a red helmet unnoticed, even on the night shift when most of the nurses were getting a head start on  their paperwork. So Jason had timed his break-in at the same time as a new admittee, whose arrival came with a police and paramedic escort. All he had to do was wait as a huddle of nurses rushed passed his hiding spot for the elevator before he could walk freely into the PICU, using the ID card he’d swiped off a sleeping attendant while waiting.

The unit was sparsely populated in comparison to the general psych unit, with all of the patients closed off from each other behind locked doors in their own private rooms. Jason glanced through the window of each door until he found a patient who actually returned his stare. The kid, probably a boy all of fifteen, startled back at the sight of him, but seemed to recover when he realized the Red Hood wasn’t after him.

“Hey, you know which room Alvin Draper is in?”

The kid slid off his bed and walked up to the door. He scratched at the patchy beginnings of facial hair that covered his chin and neck. “Draper?”

“Yeah,” Jason held a hand up to his chin. “Around this high, seventeen, brown hair. Speaks with a know-it-all kind of voice that makes you want to punch him in the face.”

The boy’s face lit up with recognition. “Oh yeah, the misdiagnosed guy.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Well, when he first arrived he told me his name was Alvin. Seemed pretty normal for a paranoid guy. Then a few days after he starts seeing his psychiatrist, he has a panic attack in the common room and makes me promise to call him Tim. Says he’s not really Alvin Draper. Don’t know how the doctors missed such an obvious case of dissociative identity disorder.”

Oh shit. Jason just hoped that was the only thing Tim told this kid. If he had let his real identity slip under all the meds in here, the least of their problems would be dealing with reporters asking what made Tim Drake crack.

“So, where can I find him?”

“Basement level, down in the old wing of the hospital. Nobody’s used it for years— fire code violations or some shit— but Dr. Keselman uses it for the clinical sleep trial he’s working on.”

“Thanks.”

Jason turned to walk away.

“Hey! Wait, wait!” The kid tapped urgently on the door’s surface to get his attention.

Jason turned back, raising an eyebrow under his mask even though he knew the younger boy couldn’t see it. “Yeah?”

“Do you think you could get a letter to someone for me?”

“No ‘cause I’m not a fucking mailman.”

“No, just hear me out for a sec—”

Jason sighed. “Sure. I’ve only broken into a psych ward. Not like I’m on a time crunch.”

“It’s to my kid sister, man. They don’t let us keep our phones in here and my mom won’t answer any of my letters or bring her to visit me.”

Jason groaned. “Alright, hurry up. Slide it under the door.”

The kid flashed a smile and did as told. “I always thought you were cool. Scary… but cool.”

He was in the process of picking the letter off the ground when he noticed another girl waving a piece of paper at him in the window.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Jason glanced back through the windows that looked into the general ward, checking that the halls were still clear for the moment. He took the risk and raised his voice to be heard down to the end of the line of rooms.

“Alright, everyone with a letter slide it under the door.”

He hurried back and forth across the hall and gathered the letters into one gloved hand. Then jabbed a finger at a few of the kids closest to him. “I’m making no promises about these, but I’ll try. Also, stay out of trouble and only do the drugs you’re prescribed.”

He slipped the stack of letters into his jacket pocket and hurried down the stairs towards the basement. “Yeah, I’m a real terror on the streets of Gotham. If I get any more like B I think I might just barf.”

He really couldn’t find Tim soon enough.

[miss-writes-a-lot]

Persona 5 oc #1: Jin Moriyo

This is the first of many ocs. The template was made by @ravensdescent ! Thank you so much for making an awesome template. It's a going to have a part 2 since I'm still working on his persona and abilities.

Full Name: Jin Moriyo-Tanaka

Jin-Bright and beautiful, Moriyo- Forest Generation

Nickname(s):

JinJin (General nickname)

Beanie (Yubaba, Naoko, Ryota)

GunHun (In-Game name)

The Garish Gunslinger (Arena)

Wild Card (Elosie)

Age: 16

Birthdate: June 10th, 1998

Birthplace: Kanazawa

Current home: Apartment in Shibuya with older brother

Ethnicity/race: Japanese

Zodiac sign: Gemini

Gender: Male

Sexual orientation: Bisexual polyamorous

Affiliation: Phantom Rebels/’Phantom Dweebs’

Occupation:

Second-year at Shujin Academy

Leader of Phantom Rebels

Former Track runner

Theme Song: Say Amen- Panic! At The Disco, Rivers In The Desert

Quote they live by TBD

Appearance:

Height: 5’9

Weight: 142 lbs

Build: athletic

Hair color: Dark brown

Hairstyle/length: messy, short

Eye color: brown

Skin color: olive

Blood Type: O-

Scars: One across his right angle, a small one going up his chin

Posture: poor. Cannot sit up straight to save his life

Visible habits: hair twirling, drums his fingers on the desk/any surface, bounces leg

Defining traits: wears a lot of bracelets, in the summer he has a bit of a mullet situation

Voice description: breezy, bright when normal, dark and sinister when enraged

Clothing:

Winter Uniform modifications:

Replaces the white uniform shirt with a tight-fitting black turtleneck and a long blue parka (winter jacket) with a pair of black sneakers. He does not wear a blazer and his nails are painted black.

Summer Uniform modifications:

Doesn’t change much from the regular uniform. He paints his nails red, ties a sweater around his waist. That’s about it.

Winter outfit:

Similar to his winter uniform. Black turtleneck, blue parka, black pants, thick black socks, and black sneakers. Wear several blue and black bracelets.

Summer Outfit:

Red polo with the collar open, blue jeans rolled up at the bottom, red bracelets on both arms, ankle socks, and red sneakers.

Additional/alternative outfits:

Yukata- red and black with an orchid design

Halloween costume- a pirate with GIANT hat

Male cheerleading outfit

Formal dance outfit- wears a mask that is designed after a red admiral butterfly

Others TBD

Additional details: wears a black ring on the right middle finger. A gift from his brother.

Personality:

Myers-Briggs type: ESFP-The entertainer

Enneagram: Type 7: the enthusiast

Alignment: Chaotic good

Arcana: The Fool

Upright: New beginnings, freedom, innocence 

Reversed: Reckless, careless, distracted

Skills: can play acoustic and bass guitar, fast runner, good precision when it comes to shooting

Hobbies: singing, playing guitar, running

Moral standing: believes in justice for all, through any means necessary

Motivation: His desire to protect the ones he loves

Ambition: Become a musician (long term), Save the world from corruption (current)

Fears: Being abandoned, being alone, failing to protect his friends, small spaces, bugs

Perceived personality: Jin is loud and optimistic. He likes to fool around and joke with his friends and take the edge off to distract them from the fact that they are one of the chosen ones to save the world from imploding. He tries his best and does it all with a smile.

True personality: He is scared. He is terrified. He has no idea what he is doing and he is afraid that whatever he does will end up in his friends getting hurt. He has some abandonment issues and does not like when he is away from his friends or what little family he has. He is still optimistic but his fear tends to take over.

History

Friends: 

Koka Tsutomu: The strict mom friend who often scolds him from making boneheaded decisions. They were childhood friends who are a lot closer compared to the others despite not seeing one another too often. 

Izumi Azami: She and Jin aren't very close. She had left town a long time ago without saying anything, leaving Jin to feel as if her leaving was somehow his fault. He's noticeably distant from her. Almost tries to avoid her for most of their arc.

Daisuke Sachi: also a bit distant but closer than he is with Izumi. They have jam sessions together, and by jam sessions, I mean Daisuke listens to him play stupid songs on his guitar. They talk about their emotions with one another more than with the others.

Ryota Minori: they are close friends. Jin often feels awkward because a majority of their time is spent ithe hospital for the first half of the story. They become a lot closer once Ryota's palace is cleared and he recovers from surgery.

Naoko Yamamoto: Jin is most desperate to get close to Naoko. He is very cold and very closed off, so it is difficult for them to be close, but they do eventually talk through their issues to become better friends.

Sayaka Yamamoto: Sayaka is much easier to warm back up to.  She is very kind and anxious and is always actively trying to help and be a moderator. 

They are all childhood friends that have grown up together and simultaneously have grown apart. The story follows them coming back together to help stop the injustice plaguing their world. 

Family

Isamu Moriyo-Tanaka: Older brother by a year. They live together in an apartment in Shibuya. Isamu is the more responsible but timid brother while Jin is more wild and talkative. They're both very close and have spent most of their time together.

Giichi Moriyo/ "Yubaba": Adoptive mother/mother figure. Found them both sick and cold in the back of the bathhouse she runs when they were just children and took up the mantle of a mother. She's a bit more strict with Jin because of his very carefree personality because it tends to distract him from his school work. She technically isn't their official guardian but they tend to call her their mother and tend to go by her last name Moriyo.

Eijiro and Noriko Tanaka: Biological parents to Jin and Isamu. Very neglectful to an almost stupid degree. Both were busy to the point where they couldn't find a babysitter for their kids. In the story, they are actually awake that their children have gotten their own place and are upset about it for some reason. More on that later.

Childhood:

Jin grew up in a neglectful family with his older brother being his primary caregiver. Isamu would help him get dressed, cook him food, and walk them to and from school. One day, in a cold December when he was eight, he fell very ill. Isamu went off to find a place for them to stay and they ended up in Yubaba's bathhouse. He collapsed in the main kitchen and Yubaba found them after Isamu started screaming for help. She took them in and called a doctor for Jin. After that, they came by every day after school to the point where they would stay the night. It helped when his friend group began to fall apart. Eventually, Isamu applied for them both to be emancipated just in case Yubaba didn't want them and they became independent.

[wildedaisies]

INTRODUCING. DAISY 

NAVIGATE.

About

Visage

Musings

Melodies

Aesthetics

BASIC STATS.

FULL NAME: Daisy Mae Wilde

NICKNAME(S): Dais 

AGE: 26 years old.

BIRTHDAY: December 16, 1994.

GENDER: Cis Woman

PRONOUNS: She / Her 

ORIENTATION: Bisexual

BIRTHPLACE: Dallas, Texas

CURRENT LOCATION: Catalina Island, California

OCCUPATION: Bartender for Luau Larry’s / Intuitive Reader (Online)

MARITAL STATUS: Single.

PETS: 2 cats

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

HEIGHT: 5′3

WEIGHT: 114 lbs

HAIR LENGTH / COLOR: Just below her shoulder & dark brown with rose gold highlights.

EYE COLOR: Light brown

PIERCINGS: 1 in each lobe, 3 both upper helix, 1 in left nostril.

TATTOOS: She has a small infinity symbol on her left wrist. A large watercolor compass tattoo with the inscription “Not all who wander are lost” on stretching across her shoulder blades. She has a collection of small constellations running down the back of her left leg featuring Sagittarius, Pisces, and Leo. 

ETHNICITY: Black, White, & Indigenous Canadian

LIFE IN DEPTH.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: child neglect and somewhat abuse 

Daisy Mae Wilde knows absolutely zero things about her birth parents. It was a closed adoption and her adoptive parents pulled all the strings they could to ensure that any and all information regarding her existence before them was sealed away permanently.

She however does know that she was just under a year old when they brought her into their family. Growing up Daisy  thought she was rather lucky. And in some ways she absolutely was. At least she had a home where things like food, water, and shelter were never in question. At least she wasn’t being bounced around from foster home to foster home. She had two very wealthy parents who gave her anything and everything she could ever want as a little girl. She was a spoiled princess.

However, as she got older and she began to grow into her own person she started to realize that she didn’t want to be this perfect socialite princess that her mother was grooming her to be. The idea of being just another shallow future trophy wife was as appealing to her as sardines on pizza. That is not at all.

But it wasn’t until she wandered into a metaphysical shop one day while playing hooky from her elite Dallas private school that she actually wanted to be started to click into place. Something about that little shop just felt right. She ended up going home with a couple of books (one on finding her inner goddess and another about tarot, oracle, and astrology) and her very first tarot deck.

Daisy began her journey of self-exploration all the while her parents continued to force her into their vision of the perfect daughter. She wore the prim and proper clothes and went to all the charity galas and made nice with the children of her parents ‘friends’. She even took part in the debutante balls and the stupid beauty pageants that her mother loved so much.

But as she grew closer to adulthood, Daisy was beginning to feel suffocated more and more. She also began to realize how wrong her parents were in the way they had raised her. It wasn’t okay that 90% of the time they ignored her and left her to be raised by the staff only to bring her out to show off as their perfect daughter whom they rescued from “a potential life on the streets” when it suited them. Nor was it okay for her mother to lock her in a dark closet whenever she disobeyed them even slightly.

Needless to say, that realization is what lead to her hauling ass out of Dallas the day she turned eighteen. She’d been saving up most of her ‘monthly allowance’ since she was a young teen though she hadn’t originally intended for it to be a nest egg for that reason, it paid off in the end. Her first stop was New Orleans where she spent almost a year immersing herself in local culture and nightlife. From there she took off to Miami and then up to Atlanta and eventually she made it to New York where she spent a few months before moving on to Chicago. 

She had this wanderlust deep within her veins that caused her to almost itch with the need to keep moving. She stayed in Seattle for only a month before the need to bolt filled her. She made her way through California and spent a few weeks in Los Angeles before realizing the huge city was its own kind of stifling. Plus the traffic absolutely sucked.

It was as she was about to start heading East again that Daisy decided to take a day trip to Catalina Island. And as she took the ferry ride over a sort of calm began to settle within her. Something about the island called to her and if she didn’t know any better she’d almost say it was like coming home. That feeling only increased as she spent the day sunbathing on the beach, poking her head into cute little shops, and exploring the beautiful island. 

And so what began as one last Californian hoorah led to Daisy feeling like perhaps this was where she was meant to stay. At least for a little while. Certainly, that itch would show back up some months down the line urging her to move on, but until then she decided Catalina Island was for her. At first, she was staying at a beautiful hotel but once she made the decision to stay she found an adorable loft in Lafayette Square that felt more like home than any place ever had before. She even decided to take up a part-time job as a bartender at a cute little tiki bar that she fell in love with.

STRENGTHS & WEAKNESSES.

POSITIVE TRAITS: Adventurous | Effervescent | Humorous 

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Flighty | Overemotional | Reckless

MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good.

WESTERN ZODIAC: Sun - Sagittarius | Moon - Pisces | Rising - Leo

She’s a complicated little thing. She’s a wild child through and through with a heart of gold. She’s a mess inside out but is always wearing a smile and telling you it’s gonna be okay no matter how bad things get. But there’s always been just a bit of aching sadness underneath all her happy smiles and positive attitude. And if she’s honest with herself some anger too. Anger that her childhood wasn’t what it should have been and that she knows deep down the reason she keeps running from city to city is because she’s terrified of once again feeling trapped like she was back home by her parents. Deep down she wants to belong somewhere but she doesn’t know how to differentiate between belonging somewhere and being trapped somewhere just yet. Daisy also has an intense amount of empathy in the way that she can easily attune herself to the emotions projected by other people. This can lead to her own emotions being compromised. Though over time she’s gotten better control of it, it can still hit her pretty hard if she’s already feeling emotionally vulnerable at the time. 

THE LITTLE THINGS.

She’s deathly allergic to wasps and bees

She’s absolutely a little bit pretentious (in that hippie free love kinda way) lol but I swear she’s got a heart of gold. She’s just in her own head a bit sometimes and is too impulsive to think logically half the time. 

Daisy is the kind of girl that falls in love very easily. Though it’s a superficial kind of love. Always surface level and anytime either of them starts dive to deep she panics and finds reasons to end the relationship ultimately breaking her own heart and sometimes theirs as well. 

She likes to dance around in socks while cooking or baking and often has her own little spontaneous dance parties.

She has two cats, a sweet smokey gray girl named Cinder and grumpy boy named Tigger. One might assume that having a pair of cats as your travelling companions wouldn’t work out too well, but you’d be surprised at how well they do. Though it’s no surprise to Daisy she did find them stranded as kittens at a truck stop in New Jersey of all places. 

Daisy does online general pick-a-card tarot readings on YouTube but also has a website where she sells personalized readings and it has a little shop where she sells healing crystals, essential oils, candles, and other spiritual tools. Though she does dream of one day having her own physical shop once she's ready to settle down. One just like the cute little shop she'd wandered into almost a decade before. 

Her favorite time of day is sunset. She loves watching the colors light up the horizon as the day ends. She believes that no matter how bad her day has gone just the fact that there’s still something beautiful to witness is enough to keep her going.

She has a minor obsession with butterflies. She’s all about change and new beginnings and since butterflies are a symbol of this concept she’s high key obsessed. 

She is highly claustrophobic. 

The end of spring and beginning of summer is her favorite time of year. She loves all the beauty that spring brings but she also can’t help but love the way summer makes her feel so free. She’s not cooped up in her apartment just to stay warm, she can go out and do all the adventure-y things she wants in the summer.

It should come as no surprise that some of her favorite colors are the shades of the sunset. She loves pinks, purples, and oranges. But if you really want to know her absolute favorite shade? It’s rose gold. 

[scarletxwitchcraft]

THE BASICS:

Name?: Wanda Maximoff Nicknames?: Maximoff, Little Witch, Scarlet Witch What’s the meaning of their name?: Wanda possible means the Germanic name ‘a Wend’, referring to the Slavic people who inhabited east Germany. Can also be traced back to the daughter of King Krak, the legendary founder of Krakow.  Age?: 17 Height?: 5′6″ Weight?: 121 lbs Eye color?: Blue Hair Color?: Brunette Distinguishing features?: Red irsis’ when focusing powers, wavy hair, cobalt eyes. Distinguishing marks?: N/A Birthplace?:  Sokovia

THE  DETAILS:

Describe their wardrobe: Wanda’s wardrobe is quintessential grunge. She often has unique pieces in her wardrobe and often pairs typical female clothing with items that are quite masculine such as biker boots, combat boots or Dr. Martens. She also has a thing for leather jackets. Her staple colours are shades of black, grey and red with some other colours here and there. She also has a lot of necklaces, bracelets and rings she wears, often wearing a combination of all of them. Her make-up can vary from being just a touch of mascara to a heavy smokey eye and dark lip. She often wears her hair natural, messy waves. Describe their taste in music: Wanda listens to music such as Radiohead, Depeche Mode, The Cure, Blondie, Fleetwood Mac, The Runaways, Suzie Quatro, Joan Jett and Iggy Pop and The Stooges. Describe their childhood: Wanda’s childhood was relatively normal until her powers awakened like her brother’s. Still, her childhood was peaceful and rather quaint all things considering. Nothing too out the ordinary. Describe their family and their relationship with them: Wanda isn’t too close to anyone though she is on good terms with her mother, she often considered Pietro being the sibling who was closer to her. However, she is extremely close to Pietro, even more so now her powers have awakened. Describe their fears: Losing Pietro. Losing control of her unpredictable powers and hurting everyone around her. Describe their wants: Wanda wants to be normal and have no powers. If she is going to be stuck with the powers that she has, she wants to learn what they are and to just keep them in check rather than train them for combat purposes. Describe their strengths and weaknesses: Wanda is a caring and nurturing figure and despite her shy nature. She is protective of those she cares about and her brother but is often painfully loyal to him, sometimes at the misfortune of others. She is often hesitant to use her powers or to speak up but perhaps that confidence is deep down within her. Describe how they got here to Xavier’s: Wanda came alongside with her brother at him convincing her. Describe their relationships 

Pietro - Twin Brother; She is extremely close to her twin brother, Pietro, and they stick together through anything. She is painfully loyal and dependent on him to the point it could be detrimental to others. However, despite her shyness and apparent lack of independence, being in her outgoing brother’s shadow, he depends on her also as she provides him a motherly figure who takes care of him. The simple rule if anyone hurt either twin, you know for sure the other would be there to settle the score.

Erik - Father; Unrevealed and as of yet, do not share much of a relationship though he encourages her to tap into her unlimited potential.

Describe their daily routine: Wanda usually starts her day showering and grabbing a light breakfast after getting ready. She is prompt to class if not early and often keeps to herself unless she is with Pietro where the twins then isolate the others away from them so they can enjoy their own company with one another. After that, Wanda often seems to go into seclusion and would often be found in the library or in her room. Sometimes she will be outside, especially somewhere quiet. When it comes to combat, Wanda often refuses to take part after her powers went out of control during one session which makes her too scared to go back and try. She often goes with her brother to the mall with her brother where they go to the arcades so he can play or she picks up bits and pieces. Describe their hobbies: Wanda loves to read about things, especially when it comes to magic, liking that fairy tales always have a happy ending. She also enjoys music a lot which sometimes helps her relax if she feels overstimulated by her powers. She also enjoys collecting pieces of jewellry no matter the value, especially vintage pieces.

THE FAVORITES:

Color: Red, Black Music: Rock Ice cream: Strawberry Food: Paprikash Subject: English Literature Drink: Tea Movie: The Shining Song: Suzi Quatro - Wild One. In 1986 it will be the Cocteau Twins & Harold Budd - Sea, Swallow Me. Book: Witches of Eastwick by John Updike Teacher: Erik Lehnsherr Person: Pietro Place to Eat: Dining room at home. Actor/Actress:  Michael Douglas & Jodie Foster Board game: Scrabble Sport: Track Holiday: Halloween Artist: Lee Brown Coye & Edward Gorey

THIS OR THAT

Coke-a-Cola or Pepsi Cola? Pepsi Cola Dog or Cat? Cat Rich friend or Loyal friend? Loyal friend Football or Baseball? Baseball Bath or Shower? Bath Which is Worse: Laundry or Dishes? Dishes Passenger or Driver? Passenger Visiting Disney or the Park? Park Coffee or Tea? Tea Winter or Summer? Winter Card Games or Board Games? Board games Tv or Movies? Movies Alone or With a Team? Team Comic Book or Comic Strips? Comic book