#always like thinking about ven's speech quirks~

[musicismymoirail]

OC Speech Mannerisms

Thank you @darkfire1177 for the tag! Tagging mhm, @the-golden-comet and @midnight-octopus (no pressure either) and anyone else if y'all want too. <3 I'm picking Vendetta because ne is the only one I've really thought about actual speech mannerisms in long time and I have thoughts, lol. Let's go! >:3

»» vendetta frey

NO. OF SPOKEN LANGUAGES: 1 / 2 / 3+

TONE OF VOICE: high (and raspy af) / average / deep

ACCENT: Yes (kinda?) / No

(Nir speech is accented to a degree, but it's just because Vendetta tends to mimic people so much. There's an something here, but given it's such a smorgasbord of dozen or so accents Ven's picked up over the years, it's never gonna sound like anything that specific.)

DEMEANOUR: confident / shy / approachable / hostile / other (dramatic with friends, indifferent with strangers)

POSTURE: slumped (absolute goblin, nir spine is a noodle) / straight / stiff / relaxed

HABITS: head tilting / swaying / fidgeting (!) / stuttering / gesturing (!!!!!!) / arm crossing / strokes taps chin / er, um, or other interjections / plays with hair or clothing / hands at hips / inconsistent eye contact / maintains eye contact / frequent pausing / stands close / stands at a distance

COMPLEXITY

VOCABULARY: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

(Ne has an odd habit of speaking in threes sometimes when describing things, like ne is trying to find the perfect word. Caused Anathema to buy nem a thesaurus thick enough to kill a baby bird and Ven loved using all the ridiculous words ne knew when ne could. It was fun~)

EMOTION: ⬤⬤⬤〇〇

(Should be a four+ but the Farm is hard to shake sometimes.)

SENTENCE STRUCTURE: ⬤⬤〇〇〇

PROFANITY

FREQUENCY: ⬤◐〇〇〇

CREATIVITY (in regards to profanity): ⬤⬤⬤〇〇

BOLD ALL THAT APPLY: arse. ass. asshole. bastard. bitch. bloody. bugger. bollocks. chicken shit. crap. cunt. dick. frick. fuck. horseshit. motherfucker. piss. prick. screw. shit. shitass. son of a bitch. twat. wanker. pussy.

(Mhm. Vendetta swears more in Spanish, but prefers trading insults in English. Ne doesn't swear that much, insults way more or just bites people. Biting is a fun and fast and says more like 'fuck you' ever could. c:)

IMPORTANT QUESTIONS

DO PEOPLE HAVE A HARD TIME HEARING OR UNDERSTANDING YOUR CHARACTER? - almost always / frequently / rarely / never

(Not unless Vendetta is being purposefully obtuse but ne likes being heard too much to do that much, even as a joke.)

DOES YOUR CHARACTER'S INTENDED POINT COME ACROSS EASILY WHEN THEY SPEAK? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never.

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER INITIATE CONVERSATIONS? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / never.

(More than you'd guess from nir bite ratio? Vendetta craves people and connections like nothing else, so eventually ne does reach out to make conversations, at least pre-Heartbreak).

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER BE THE ONE TO END CONVERSATIONS? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never.

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER USE 'WHOM' IN A SENTENCE? - yes / no / only ironically

YOUR CHARACTER WANTS TO MAKE A COUNTERPOINT. WHAT WORD DO THEY USE? - but / though / although / however / perhaps / mayhaps (so rare, but so good. loves a well-placed mayhaps).

HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER END CONVERSATIONS? - walk away / ask if that's everything / say that's everything / give a proper goodbye / tell their company they're done here / remain quiet / they don't.

WHAT SOCIAL CLASS WOULD OTHERS ASSUME YOUR CHARACTER BELONGS TO, HEARING THEM SPEAK? - upper / middle / lower.

IN WHAT WAYS DOES THE WAY YOUR CHARACTER SPEAK STAND OUT TO OTHERS? - accent / vocabulary / tone / level / politeness / brusqueness / it doesn't.

(Bonus? Because I spent my whole walk home last week thinking about this and it's adjacently related, so fuck it~

Vendetta sings like a sledgehammer (affectionate), just a lot of emotion and power. Ne loves over-the-top songs since it's fun to go full-out. Mhm. Voice is a bit similar to Gin Wigmore? o: High pitched, raspy, not really traditionally 'pretty' but quirky and fun. It did get a bit lower and even more raspy post-Heartbreak tho Because Reasons, and Ven really doesn't sing as much anymore. Just when ne gets possessed by the few songs ne remembers and Must Sing. uwu <3)

[sonoilbastardo]

FULL NAME: Easton Craven

PRONUNCIATION: /EES-tuhn CRAY-ven/ MEANING: Easton | Old English: eastern settlement or eastern town. Craven | Irish: anglicized form of Gaelic Ó Crabháin (‘descendant (or ‘son’) of Crabhán’); English: contemptibly lacking in courage; cowardly. REASONING: Stella Craven did not waste her time thinking of a name for a child that isn’t hers, unlike when her own darling baby boy was born, and she gave him the name Everett - which means brave as a wild boar. For her husband’s bastard boy, she refused to grant him a name, and so Gabriel shrugged his shoulders and simply wrote Easton on a piece of paper, feeling his heart sink as he wrote the last name Craven right after. This unfortunate boy will bear his name for as long as he lived, a reminder of his, Gabriel Craven’s, horrible mistake. NICKNAME(S): Edmund, East PREFERRED NAME(S): East BIRTH DATE: 30th March 1992 AGE: 26 ZODIAC: Aries GENDER: Male PRONOUNS: He/Him ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Heteroromantic SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual NATIONALITY: Italian ETHNICITY: Caucassian CURRENT LOCATION: Verona, Italy LIVING CONDITIONS: Comfortably living alone in a small villa with a terrace, garage, and a fireplace. Considerably smaller than the estate he grew up in, but prefers his own place than to live with his father (he already works with the man, he doesn’t want to live under the same roof as well.) TITLE(S): the shadow, il bastardo

BACKGROUND

BIRTH PLACE: Verona, Italy HOMETOWN: Verona, Italy SOCIAL CLASS: Upper-class EDUCATION LEVEL: Bachelor of  Business Administration & Master of Business Administration from the University of Milan. FATHER: Gabriel Craven MOTHER: (unknown), Step-Mother: Stella Craven SIBLING(S): Everett Craven ( Half-brother ) BIRTH ORDER: 2nd for his father, unknown for his mother CHILDREN: None. PET(S): None. OTHER IMPORTANT RELATIVES: None. PREVIOUS RELATIONSHIPS: Two official. Both while in university. First one lasted three months, he was cheated on. Second one lasted two years. The woman is from another rich family, but in a much higher league than his, is brilliant and talented, and he felt intimidated by her command of language and intelligence. He broke up with her right before joining the mob. ARREST: Once when he was 22 years old, he crashed his car into a tiny storefront and he was arrested for drunk-driving. Was bailed out by Everett, and the store-owners dropped their lawsuit and were happy to settle. Everett didn’t really give them much of a choice anyways.   PRISON TIME?: None.

OCCUPATION & INCOME

PRIMARY SOURCE OF INCOME: Working at his father’s legitimate hotel and wine businesses. He holds a key personnel position (operations manager), and while Stella disapproves of this, Gabriel could not deny that he is capable. SECONDARY SOURCE OF INCOME: The mob, as a Capulet soldier. Thanks to his Captain, Tiberius, most of the work he does are boring, to the point that he’s a “glorified personal assistant”. This jobs pays well regardless, almost at par with his job at his father’s companies. TERTIARY SOURCE(S) OF INCOME: Fighting. He earns money through underground fights that he participates in, though he has blown some of that money anyway for treatment of injuries he’s suffered from them. CONTENT WITH THEIR JOB (OR LACK THERE OF)?: No, wants to own his father’s entire company one way or the other, and wants to rank higher up in the mob. PAST JOB(S): None, was accepted into his father’s business right after college, and did not have to work for his tuition since his father paid for it all. SPENDING HABITS: Spends a lot of money on alcohol and cigarettes, likes to dress well and buys new clothes at least once a week, whenever he sees anything that he fancies. Sometimes pends money on good ingredients because he likes to cook Italian food, but often is too lazy to do this and would simply head down to one of the restaurants in hotels his father owns. Spends money on books as well, mostly poetry, and likes to collect first editions. MOST VALUABLE POSSESSION: Rare first edition of Dante Alighieri’s La Divina Commedia.

SKILLS & ABILITIES

PHYSICAL STRENGTH: Physically strong, but does not rely solely on it when he engages in fights. OFFENSE: Usually fights with open hands, which he believes are far more brutal than closed fists, using his body parts: elbows, knees, and others as weapons to deliver forceful strikes. Recently, as well, he has been mastering a new fighting style that allows him to make use of objects around him and allows him to fight in any given situation, a style with which one must also have a clear goal for his opponent: to kill? to maim? DEFENSE: Use of an opponent’s strength against them, which is something he learned as a child when he signed up for Judo as an extra-curricular. He has long since abandoned his formal Judo training for Muay Thai and most recently, Keysi, but this defensive technique could not be lost on him. SPEED: Quick on his feet, trusts his instincts. INTELLIGENCE: Easton has been blessed with a good head in his shoulders, but still somehow not a match for his half-brother’s. He did not graduate with any Latin honors, but did not have any difficulties in college whatsoever. That made it easy for him to deal with graduate school as well. He also enjoys reading, which sometimes surprises people, and he is somewhat a snob, preferring to read the classics and works of long dead poets. For the earlier years of his life he has been considerably sheltered, and only when he decided he did not need to impress his father anymore did he take to the streets of Verona and find Measure by Measure. ACCURACY: With the gun, fairly accurate. He likes to use his hands and fists in fights that let him channel his rage, but he’s had to learn how to shoot a gun for his job, and he can’t say he’s a champion marksman. AGILITY: Quite agile and coordinated, hyper-aware of his body parts and movements. STAMINA: High endurance. TEAMWORK: Considerably good, if he sees some use with teaming up. Most likely not good if forced to work together, and he does not see how he’d gain anything from it, and he would rather work alone in instances like these. Still completely loyal to himself only. TALENTS: Martial arts (from years of training as a child, and then later in underground fights), exceptional memory (helped him throughout college) and helps him keep up with work and the mob. SHORTCOMINGS: At times, lacks the “street-smart” attitude that someone working for a mob should have. LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: Italian, English. DRIVE?: Yes. JUMP-START A CAR?: Yes. CHANGE A FLAT TIRE?: Yes. RIDE A BICYCLE?: Yes. SWIM?: Yes. PLAY AN INSTRUMENT?: Used to. Learned piano to try and impress his father. PLAY CHESS?: Yes. BRAID HAIR?: No. TIE A TIE?: Yes. PICK A LOCK?: Yes. Just because he wanted to learn it.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS

FACE CLAIM: Daniel Sharman EYE COLOR: Blue HAIR COLOR: Light brown HAIR TYPE/STYLE: A curly mop of hair GLASSES/CONTACTS?: None. DOMINANT HAND: Right. HEIGHT: 6′2 WEIGHT: 83 kg (183 lbs.) BUILD: Mesomorph EXERCISE HABITS: Jogs every morning before work, goes to the gym to train Muay Thai five to six times a week, goes down to Measure by Measure whenever he feels like it. SKIN TONE: Type II: white, fair TATTOOS: Lines of poetry on his left rib. PEIRCINGS: None. MARKS/SCARS: Birthmark on his lower back, looks like a misshapen heart. Scar on his right bicep, a small slash about two inches in length, from a knife fight with a gang member he was assigned to. NOTABLE FEATURES: That jawline? I mean? USUAL EXPRESSION: Either expressionless or scowling, eyes always intense and glaring. CLOTHING STYLE: Wears expensive suits to work. Wears leather jackets when not at work, along with jeans and boots. JEWELRY: Thin gold necklace always kept underneath clothes, simple columnar pendant. ALLERGIES: None. BODY TEMPERATURE: Normal? DIET: Lots of protein, moderate on carbs and fats, very minimal sweets. PHYSICAL AILMENTS: None.

PSYCHOLOGY

JUNG TYPE: ENTP ENNEAGRAM TYPE: Type 8; Active Controller MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral TEMPERAMENT: Choleric ELEMENT: Fire PRIMARY INTELLIGENCE TYPE: Bodily-Kinesthetic Intelligence APPROXIMATE IQ: 125+ MENTAL CONDITIONS/DISORDERS: None. SOCIABILITY: Fairly social when he believes it useful for him. EMOTIONAL STABILITY: Fairly stable. Is able to channel rage into “appropriate” avenues like fighting, rarely takes it out on anyone innocent. Is more likely to punch a wall than punch a person. OBSESSION(S): Getting revenge. Taking everything his father denied him. COMPULSION(S): Cursing. Sex and talking about it. PHOBIA(S): None. ADDICTION(S): Smoking. DRUG USE: Minimal. ALCOHOL USE: Occassional. PRONE TO VIOLENCE?: Yes

MANNERISMS

SPEECH STYLE: Low, throaty voice, always with a hint of arrogance. A slow drawl. He usually thinks carefully about what he says, and likes to speak in a “romantic” way that uses a variety of words showcasing his command of vocabulary. (Prime example of how he speaks is how Daniel Sharman speaks in Fear the Walking Dead. link ) ACCENT: Italian QUIRKS: Prone to reciting archaic lines of poetry both in Italian and English. HOBBIES: Aside from martial arts, reading poetry and reciting them. HABITS: Smokes to relieve stress. NERVOUS TICKS: Chewing the inside of his cheek, cracking his knuckles. DRIVES/MOTIVATIONS: The idea of being able to take everything away from his father and his brother. FEARS: That he dies before he attains his goal. POSITIVE TRAITS: Passionate, driven, independent, assertive, confident. NEGATIVE TRAITS: Self-absorbed, dishonest, materialistic, resentful, secretive, vengeful. SENSE OF HUMOR: Insensitive and crude. DO THEY CURSE OFTEN?: All the fucking time. CATCHPHRASE(S): None.

FAVORITES

ACTIVITY: Muay Thai. BEVERAGE: Black coffee. BOOK: You Get So Alone Sometimes That It Just Makes Sense by Charles Bukowski COLOR: Black. DESIGNER: Gucci. MODE OF TRANSPORTATION: Maserati Quattroporte MOVIE: V for Vendetta MUSICAL ARTIST: Queen QUOTE/SAYING: “I wanted the whole world or nothing.” SCENERY: Fights at Measure by Measure. SCENT: on himself | Hermès, on women | Yves St. Laurent (something that screams sophistication), in general | old books TELEVISION SHOW: Game of Thrones WEATHER: Autumn VACATION DESTINATION: places Game of Thrones have done filming in, tbh

ATTITUDES

GREATEST DREAM: To take control of his father’s empire and take control over Verona. GREATEST FEAR: Dying before he achieves his goal. MOST AT EASE WHEN: Alone and cooking up plans for his rise. LEAST AT EASE WHEN: Around his family or his family’s home. WORST POSSIBLE THING THAT COULD HAPPEN: Dying not only having his goals achieved, but dying with nothing left to his name. BIGGEST ACHIEVEMENT: Being recognized as one of the most capable Capulet soldiers and soon after, promoted by his own father. BIGGEST REGRET: Wasting time and energy ever believing he would be fully and lovingly accepted by his father. MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENT: Begging an ex-girlfriend to come back to him even after she cheated. One of the lowest points in his life, ever. BIGGEST SECRET: That he sometimes wake up to dreams of his entire family dead by his hands. TOP PRIORITIES: Himself

[writinginavacuum]

My First, My Last, My Everything: First Date

Friends forever is a pretty long time, but caring for him was easy and loving her was easier. A collection of firsts.

Chapter 7: First Date

Or:  Courage really has to come from both sides, but it's easier to be brave when Ven is still snoring away.

Read it on AO3

Aqua was used to being the first apprentice awake in the castle. Her normal morning routine usually meant that she was showered, dressed, and downstairs with a cup of perfectly-heated tea and something to eat by the time Terra came stumbling into the kitchen, his dark blue eyes bleary with sleep and his hair toeing the line between adorably mussed and just uncaring. Ven, the newest addition to the castle, was usually even later to the kitchen; he was just as likely to fall asleep in his bowl of cereal as he was to eat it. It made her heart light to think about, the quiet way she and her best friends had settled into a routine. It felt like they belonged together, the three of them. Like they’d been together their whole lives.

Aqua knew exactly how the routine should go, which was why she jumped when she turned the corner and noticed a shadow moving around the lit kitchen. She must have gasped, because the shadow froze before turning, revealing-

“Terra?” Aqua said, the surprise clear in her voice. Terra smiled sheepishly, a large hand coming up to rub against the back of his neck.

“Um, morning Aqua,” Terra responded, lowering his hand and turning back to the counter behind him. The muscles of his shoulders were tight, stiff with what Aqua assumed was embarrassment at being caught awake so early. Speaking of which…

“What’re you doing awake?” Aqua asked as she made her way to the fridge. “You’re not usually the type to be up before you have to.”

Terra shrugged, a movement so casual it had to be fake. “Wasn’t tired,” he tried, only for a yawn to sneak out anyway. Aqua laughed, turning back from the fridge with a bottle of water in her hands.

“Not tired, huh?” Aqua asked. Her lips quirked up in a wry smile, and she tried to pretend she didn’t notice the way Terra’s eyes flicked down to her mouth before darting back up.

“Okay, so maybe I just had plans,” he conceded with a smile of his own. Aqua took a cooling sip of her water and walked over to where Terra was working, hopping up on the counter and crossing her legs.

“Plans, huh?” Aqua asked, peeking over at the setup Terra was working in front of. Lunch meats, sliced bread, and husks of once whole fruits littered the counter top. On the other side of his cutting board, there was a slightly dusty wicker basket waiting with its lid open. She could see the white of the castle’s plates on top of what might’ve been Terra’s blanket, stripped from his bed and tucked into the bottom of the basket. “Are you running away or something? What’s with all the food?”

Terra laughed again, setting to work on a head of lettuce with a sharp knife in his right hand. “You sure love asking questions, don’t you?”

“One of us has to,” Aqua replied. Her foot bumped against his hip when he moved. She wiggled her toes, bare of shoes or socks, against the rough fabric of his pants until he swatted at her ankle. “Might as well be me.”

“That’s fair,” Terra said, “but I think Ven might have you beat.” He finished chopping the lettuce and dumped it into a plastic container before moving on to slicing cucumbers into what could almost pass for even circles. They sat in silence for a while, Terra’s knife clicking against the cutting board while Aqua sipped at her warming bottle of water.

“So what’re you doing today?” Terra finally asked, breaking the comfortable quiet that had descended. “Any plans for this rare day off?”

Aqua shrugged, rubbing her fingers through the condensation on her bottle. “Not much, I was going to read a book, maybe go down to the lake.” She could feel his eyes on her for a moment, weighing heavy on her shoulders, before the clicking of the knife resumed.

“D’you wanna go on a picnic with me?” he asked.

Aqua looked up in surprise just in time to see Terra determinedly not looking at her, instead focusing on the tomatoes he was quartering, a hint of red across his cheeks.

“I should’ve probably asked before I started putting the whole thing together, I know, but I forgot today was our day off until after we went to bed last night and I wanted to surprise you and you really don’t have to if you don’t want to, I’d completely understand, I just thought-”

Aqua leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, cutting off Terra’s rambling speech with a sound that she would gracefully pretend wasn’t a yelp of panic. Clearly she would have to be the one to press the issue.

“You mean like a date, Terra?” Aqua asked. Terra sputtered, his cheeks turning redder as Aqua giggled. It took him a moment to compose himself. Aqua loved how blue his eyes were when they were contrasted by his flushed cheeks.

“I mean, uh, d’you… want it to be? A date, I mean?” Terra finally asked. His eyes flicked everywhere but hers.

Aqua leaned in again, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. When she pulled away, Terra’s wide eyed stare forced a laugh from her. His mouth worked silently for a moment, clearly trying to make some sort of sound.

“Does that answer your question?” Aqua asked when it became clear that Terra had no intention of speaking any time soon.

“I don’t know,” Terra said after the shock had worn off, a grin now making itself known on his face. “Maybe you need to explain it to me again.”

Aqua loved the familiar sound of Terra’s surprised laughter, almost as much as she loved the new, unfamiliar feel of his lips against hers. “Nice try, mister. Now if you’ll excuse me, I apparently have a date to get ready for.” She grinned up at him. “Meet by the lake?”

Terra nodded, still looking mildly dumbstruck from the kiss, and returned to cutting fruit. Aqua watched him for a moment before turning and darting out of the room, worried he’d catch on before she had a chance to calm the raging panic and nervousness in her chest. A date! With Terra! She hardly dared believe it. She debated for a moment about pinching herself before deciding that such an action was too cliché for her tastes. Still, the other possibility, that she was awake and about to go on a date with her best friend, was more absurd by far.

The morning breeze was cool, bordering on biting as it nipped at her skin, but she appreciated it nonetheless as she made her way down to the almost lake she had started to think of as their spot, the spot where she’d first kissed him, where they’d discussed a future where they were masters together. She settled on the sandy shore, crossing her legs neatly underneath her. Now that she had the time to sit and really think about what she’d agreed to, she couldn’t help the anxiety that twisted in her chest. Would this go well, or would it only end in awkwardness? The idea of losing Terra as a friend hurt, but at the same time, she couldn’t let this chance slip away from her. The Master always said that they could not be steered wrong if they followed their hearts, and her heart wanted to be with Terra.

Aqua was so wound up in her own thoughts, one hand pressed against her chest as she watched the stars fade into the morning’s dawn, that she jumped when something was set down beside her.

“Hey,” Terra said as he crossed his arms, a playful grin crossing his face. “A little jumpy there?”

“I guess so,” Aqua responded with a laugh. “You know how I get caught up in my own head.”

Terra crouched down next to her, opening the basket and tugging out a blanket. Up close, Aqua could tell that it really was his blanket, dark brown and thin from repeated washings. Together, they laid the blanket across the sandy ground. Terra set the basket in the center of the blanket and knelt next to it, pulling sandwiches and fruit from inside it. Aqua hesitated for a moment, watching him work, before walking around and sitting next to him. He tensed for a moment, pointedly not making eye contact.

“Nervous?” Aqua asked.

“Of course not,” Terra responded, bravado in his tone. Aqua recognized it; it was how he sounded when the Master challeged him to try something new. Like it was a foregone conclusion that Terra was right. It also usually meant that Terra was not right.

“It’s okay to be nervous, you know,” Aqua responded after a moment of uncomfortable silence. “I am.”

Terra looked up from the spread of food in surprise. “You are?”

Aqua reached across the distance between them to rest her hand on top of his. “A little, yeah.”

Terra slowly relaxed, the hard line of his mouth softening into a smile. “Oh. That’s good. Me too.”

Aqua met his eyes for a moment before they both started laughing, and it was as though the tension was bleeding from them. When they finally went quiet, Aqua leaned against Terra’s side, allowing herself to appreciate the heat radiating from his skin and the comfort of his light so close to her. They ate their meal in a comfortable silence, listening to the sounds of their world coming alive around them. When Aqua had eaten her fill, she sighed and stretched out across Terra’s legs, resting her head gently on his thigh and closing her eyes.

“Thank you for this, Terra,” she murmured to him. The sun was warm and red through her eyelids as it rose higher in the clear sky.

“Thank you for agreeing,” Terra said. Aqua felt him move, but was surprised nonetheless when his hand came up to cup her cheek.

“So,” Aqua said, opening her eyes to make eye contact with him. “Does this mean we’re…?”

“Dating, you mean? Because, I’d like to, yeah,” Terra said. Aqua covered his hand with hers, tugging gently until he brought his hand close enough for her to kiss his palm.

“Oh, Aqua said with a smile, "that's good. Me too."

Terra looked pensive for a moment, his thumb brushing along the line of her jaw, before he started to grin. “So does that mean I get another kiss now?”

Aqua laughed, allowing her eyes to flutter closed once more as she released his hand. “I don’t know, Terra, what do you think?”

The lips pressed to hers were better than any answer Terra could have offered.