#caucasian female face claims

[face-claims-central]

Riley Rasmussen - American, 1999

[ladiesandwitches]

Lilia Calder.u

full name.    Lilia Calder.u aka.    Lilia, Madame C.alderu age.    450+ gender & pronouns.    Female. She/Her orientation.    Past the point of giving a damn currently species.    witch occupation.    tarot reader, palm reader, divination witch residence.    Eastview (varies for threads/verse/crossover) hair.    Dark grey, with white streaks framing face. Curly. eyes.    Brown complexion.    Fair scars.    vampire bite on shoulder tattoos.    none piercings.    ears face claim(s).    patti lup.one zodiac.    aries positive traits.    understanding, protective, patient, informed, forgiving, negative traits.    sarcastic, confrontational, opinionated, birth place.    Sicily ethnicity.    Caucasian parents.    Deceased siblings.    None pets.    None education.    None modern enough to count on paper notable skills.    tarot reading, palmistry, visions, time jumping languages.    Fluent in English and Italian. Can speak a little of other European languages

Note: Though her canon location is Eastview, the location can change to match your muse but her bio will remain the same.

A divination witch born in Sicily in the 1500s, Lilia was raised in a coven in her youth with a mentor who gave her her first teachings in divining , but was the lone survivor of coven when the rest of the members were all ravaged and killed by a plague.

Lilia continued to survive as a covenless witch for years, she made a living reading palms and telling fortunes, but was repeatedly chased out of towns for accurately predicting tragedies. She became particularly private and guarded during the witch trials.

Having always seen her life out of sequence, jumping through points in time in her life, Lilia can be seen as spacy by people when in reality she is simply speaking out of time. It happened a lot to her as a child, but she did her best to supress it, to ignore it, but in recent times it has been happening more frequently.

In modern times, she now runs a shop called Madame Calderu's where she does palm, tarot and crystal ball readings for a small fee. She also makes claims of being a psychic who can contact ghosts, but this part is untrue and is a complete con. Despite despising the portrayal of witches in popular culture, she ironically uses stereotypical imagery to draw in customers.

Verses

Madame Calderu Set before she joins Agatha's coven on the road. Lilia runs a shop offering psychic readings, some using her real gifts and others simply cons, and lives in a small flat at the back at the store. Barely making ends meet, she has done her best to hide/suppress her powers in order to not be the target of people's fear and hate.

On the Road Set during the time the coven are walking The Road. This can involve canon-divergent threads where things play out differently to how they did in the show.

Three of Pentacles Canon Divergent. When Lilia falls in the tower, before she can be pierced by the swords she is poofed off the road just as Jen was once she got what she wanted from the road. Realising what she needed was her coven and to feel she could protect them, save them as she didn't her coven before, Lilia is returned to the egde of The Road where she climbs to her freedom. She considers herself and the remaining members who walked The Road to be a coven still. She continues to do tarot readings and palmistry for people but she is moving out of the store, no longer pushing the 'Madame Calderu' schtick and is embracing her life being out of sequence.

Hedge Witch Chilling Adventures of Sabrina. Having moved to Greendale thirty years ago, Lilia has finally found a town where she won't be chased out for her predictions or seemingly strange behaviour. She rents a space in the town where she offers palmistry, tarot reading and crystal ball gazing, and as she is without a coven is considered a Hedge Witch. She knows of the coven in Greendale but has gotten the impression they are 'cliquey' and devil worship has never been her thing. Never having been a Satanic witch, Lilia has often worked with the Divine Mother, the three-in-one.

Divination Witch Generic crossover base for any non-mcu and non-caos muses. Lilia is a divination witch who has been practising her craft solitary ever since her coven was killed by the plague 400 years ago. Experiencing her life out of sequence, she is often seen as kooky, which suits her purpose in her work offering tarot and palm readings. Due to also claiming psychic abilities as well as clairvoyance, she is often approached for haunting

[chefgretamorrison]

GRETA MORRISON

Born under the glimmer of Hollywood's golden era, with a name inspired by screen legend Greta Garbo, Greta Morrison came from the lush comfort of her privileged upbringing to the rigorous kitchens of Le Cordon Bleu. She's traded opulence for the heat of the stove and the zest of innovation. As the soon-to-open La Boheme's heart and soul, she marries her passion for exquisite cuisine with a dash of rebellion. Amidst personal awakenings and culinary conquests, Greta wants to remain a steadfast in her commitment to authenticity, love, and the creation of unforgettable experiences. She aims to weave her own legacy in Covington, Georgia.

SELF

NICKNAMES: G, Chef G AGE: 40 BIRTHDAY: May 5, 1981 SEXUALITY: Lesbian GENDER: Cis Female PRONOUNS: She/Her PROFESSION: Owner & Chef of La Boheme (opening soon) LOCATION: Orchid Park, Covington, Georgia FACE CLAIM: Danielle Savre RACE/ETHNICITY: Caucasian NATIONALITY: American HEIGHT: 5'6" BUILD: Slender and fit HAIR: Blonde, often styled in a casually elegant manner EYE COLOR: Blue ALLERGIES: None, but has a peculiar dislike for cilantro DISORDERS: Mild anxiety FASHION: Rustic elegance combined with a touch of Southern charm. Blend of comfort with a hint of sophistication. Fitted blazers, soft flowing blouses, occasional statement piece like bold, patterned scarf. Earth tones and textures, leather boots and artisan jewelry that add personality to her ensembles. NERVOUS TICS: Taps her fingers rhythmically on surfaces when deep in thought HOBBIES: Antique shopping, especially culinary tool collecting INTERESTS: Sustainable farming, culinary history, poetry POSITIVE TRAITS: Creative, empathetic, ambitious NEGATIVE TRAITS: Impatient, self-critical, struggles to ask for help MBTI PERSONALITY: ENFJ (The Protagonist) ZODIAC CHART: Taurus Sun, Scorpio Moon, Virgo Rising CORE VALUES: Integrity in culinary creations, community engagement, sustainability PERSONAL CHALLENGES: Finding a balance between work and personal life, overcoming childhood neglect PERSONAL ACHIEVEMENTS: Establishing a successful culinary career independently, nurturing meaningful relationships, successfully breaking from her family’s traditional expectations to carve out her own path, creating a loving and chosen family LIFESTYLE: A blend of culinary innovation and quiet, quality time with loved ones QUIRKS: Small whisk tattoo on the side of her left ribs, bursts out French when cooking or overwhelmed or angry FUTURE ASPIRATIONS: To expand her culinary brand focusing on sustainable practices for fine cuisine, write a cookbook intertwining recipes and narratives, and share cooking tips online, reaching a wider audience with her culinary philosophy and skills.

FAMILY

MOTHER: Julien Morrison (deceased, was a socialite and philanthropist, with a fondness for old movie stars, which influenced the naming of her daughters) FATHER: Peter Morrison (successful businessman, often distant) CHILDREN: Step-daughter, Emilia Parish SIBLINGS: A younger sister named Katharine Morrison, after Katharine Hepburn. FIANCÉ: Laikyn Parrish, a novelist and the adoptive mother of Emilia

BIOGRAPHY

tw: cancer, death

From the opulence of her birthright to the culinary heights of Le Cordon Bleu in France, Greta Morrison was always a vivid canvas of what a life lived under privilege looked like. Born into a wealthy family, to Peter and Julien, Greta's early years were marked by the kind of advantages that most could only dream of.

Since she was a child, Greta had everything her heart could desire. A pony? Her father would make sure hers was the most prized and that she had the best instructors. The latest toy? She would have two, for the sake of never to worry about losing it. A trip to Disney World? Greta would be at the best hotel, with all at her disposal. She had everything, except what she truly desired—present parents.

Their wealth permitted them to provide the best tutors, and nannies, but nothing replaced that abandonment in her heart. Because their life was so busy, her dad with work and her mom as a socialite, Greta was rarely in their home in Georgia. Always traveling with them and the staff, or being sent away on her own. Her educational began at an all-girls boarding school in Switzerland, and Greta, having learned ways to get her parents attention, was never afraid to get herself into trouble. She quickly carved out a reputation for herself there.

The privileges that surrounded her seemed only to fuel her defiant spirit, and Greta never shied away from pushing boundaries. Troublesome incidents and clashes with authority figures peppered her adolescence, all that deviated from what her mother had expected her privileged upbringing to be. The structured environment of the boarding school struggled to contain her free spirit, and Greta's endeavors became a defining feature of her youth.

Around that same time, Greta grappled with the exploration of her own sexuality. It was during these formative years that she first began to realize and understand her attraction to women, thought it wasn’t until many years later that she began identifying herself as a lesbian—as the conservative environment of the boarding school provided no sanctuary for such self-discovery.

After graduation, Greta took a gap year to travel Europe and that’s when the culinary world beckoned, which Greta answered the call with gusto. Her culinary adventurous in Europe took her to the laps of many women, which she greatly appreciated the mixture. Beautiful women and excellent food were Greta’s kryptonite. It wasn’t until later into her gap year, unsure what to do with her life still, that her path crossed with Marie DuPaul, a lover much older than her, who managed to get Greta a spot to study in the prestigious Le Cordon Bleu in France.

Her time there broadened not only her palate but also her appreciation for love and romance. She learned with the French that any woman could be romanced by their stomachs, if cooked the right food.

Greta's culinary prowess and insatiable curiosity for the world led her to work under the best chefs in Paris, where she honed her skills and refined her craft, aside from working her ass off. For almost a decade, she wandered far from her country, embracing the world as her home instead. Yet, despite the allure of exotic locales, her roots remained tethered to the small town of Covington, Georgia.

Tragedy struck when her mother became sick with cancer, pulling Greta back to her home. Reluctantly, she left her work, her friends and a few lovers and returned to the States. Her arrival felt more like a bittersweet farewell, as her mother's passing cast a somber shadow over the reunion. The anchor of her family, the very force that had nurtured her extraordinary spirit, was gone, leaving Greta adrift in a sea of grief.

Five years later, Greta finds herself at a crossroads, ready to embark on the journey she promised herself she would undertake – building her own fine cuisine restaurant in her hometown. The years, and her hard work in kitchens all over, taught her to be more humble and less entitled, but she’s still the same stubborn girl she was when she first left Covington.

Since last October she's been engaged with Laikyn Parrish. They moved in together quickly when they started dating, and they've been like that for around three years. Lake and her met through Greta's younger sister and Lake's daughter, who happened to be best friends and in the same cheering squad together—the one Lake coaches. They did a whole plan to get Greta and Lake together, parent trap style, and even though it almost went sideways a first, it worked out in the end. Greta is head over heals for Lake, she'll do anything for her woman. From bringing her midnight snacks when she's writing up her next novel to praising and supporting every single endeavor she joins in.

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[reality-not-for-me]

Welcome to the MW2 world, Valkyrie

So, hear me out, it’s time for the supreme rule and worship of muscle mommies. I made a character for just that 😏 I would love to see her out and about in things and if you do use her, please tag me!! I wanna see!! Just, you know, don’t claim to own her. She’s MINE.

*I have literally never made an oc before, let alone write fics or anything, so take it easy on me pls lol*

Ok, here we go:

Call sign: Valkyrie

Real name: Chelsea Quinn

Member of the 141

Female but not necessarily “feminine”. Hot in her own way. Could pull men And women if she wanted to. Price uses this to the team’s advantage for Sure. I really wanna write something where Valkyrie goes in instead of Soap for that one campaign mission to meet El Sin Nombre and not only is every man in there questioning things but Valeria has a gay panic attack lmao

Really short medium brown hair that she looks really good in

Definitely steals Soap’s hair gel

Asked Soap to style her hair into a fauxhawk/mohawk once, the boys all secretly loved it on her

She cuts her own hair but has Soap help with the back of her head cause I think he does his own too. She of course helps him too

6’-6’1” in shoes and like, 230lbs of muscle

Sergeant level

27 years old

Built like a tank with visible musculature, slight hourglass figure with thicc thighs, proportionally large titties and an ass for days. Therefore people would consider her to be a Muscle Mommy™️

She also has tats, an elbow cuff on her left arm, a forearm wrap-around sleeve on her right, and a couple of ones only seen when she’s wearing more revealing clothing. Definitely the type to incorporate her scars into a tattoo

The type of person who can dish out the genuine compliments/flirts but can’t take them, gets all flustered when someone does

Can sing and will when given the chance. Especially if something is stuck in her head.

Ghost can play the guitar and every now and then she’ll sing softly along with him (he’ll play songs she knows on purpose after discovering this)

Quite a pretty facial structure and smile. Doesn’t see her beauty but learned how to flirtatiously manipulate targets via the boys. THAT’S an Interesting story

Has light colored freckles on face and shoulders, mole on left cheek

Caucasian

Witty

Sometimes dry humor, sometimes goofy

Loyal

Not one to go against authority or talk back unless it means one of “her boys” gets left behind

Loving of those who are close to her

Kind of a masochist lmaoo but more so in a way that’s like, she’s pushing herself too far physically and mentally cause that’s the perfectionist in her. Unless… 👀

When sparring she’ll take down all of the boys in combat except Price and sometimes Ghost simply because Price is absent during training and Ghost is just too fucking agile and large. Doesn’t mean she won’t still try. Once she took a punch to the abdomen in order to bum rush Ghost and managed to catch him off guard enough to tackle him. He was impressed and flustered but still called it cheating

Gets along almost too well with Soap, openly flirts with one another but more so in a bffs way. Unless… 👀

They definitely also flirt with Ghost because they think it’s funny when he gets flustered, but one day the man is gonna snap I’m tellin ya (and when he does…… 👀)

Managed to become the third musketeer of Ghost and Soap

Is allowed to call Soap Johnny

She has definitely picked up the Scottish and Manchester slang and will say them in the respective accents. The boys think it’s hilarious

She makes the funniest faces sometimes when she’s reacting to a story someone is telling

Ghost loves her deep down just like with Johnny, and will die and kill for both of them

She has seen Ghost’s face because they trust each other so much and he knows she takes trust so so seriously. They bonded over ✨past trauma✨

They originally were just professional towards each other but once Ghost saw her scars on accident (while changing) he started warming up to her and would seek out conversation with her, which she happily accepted and returned.

Soap just started talking to her when she arrived and she also happily accepted and returned lol. She’s just very personable. She’s the type to be reserved until someone else makes the first move (which may or may not be true for… other situations as well 👀😉)

I believe she’s at least an inch taller than Soap, and will make sure he remembers it. She can and will pick up people who are smaller than her. Well, let’s be honest, she’ll still pick up people who are bigger than her. The boys all wanted a turn to be picked up by her lmao

Calls Ghost by his first name in intimate moments (not that kind you perv. Unless... 👀)

Is often the one everyone can talk to about personal shit because she listens and has feedback to offer with no judgment

Is the sole woman on the team so she is happy to answer any questions the men might have, sexual or not. Drunken “never have I ever” got a little crazy last time

When she needs to vent or cry, Ghost and/or Soap will hold her and listen. Same goes for the reverse. Or any member of the 141 tbh. She is Mommy™️

That being said, she will 100% cuddle platonically with Anyone who wants/needs it. She understands that everyone needs human intimacy (especially in their line of work holy shit). “Wanna cuddle?” “What? Why?” “Cause it’s nice. Don’t make it weird.”

She has scars along her shoulder blades and one on her abdomen through and through to mid/lower back. Changes the story of how she got them every time someone asks. Only her true friends know the real stories. If she’s in civvies or undercover she tells people it’s from getting moles removed or something lolol

Won’t open up to just anyone, but will also just spit out something shockingly personal casually amongst the 141

Took Spanish for eight years in school so she will laugh at things Rudy and Alejandro say and they’re shocked when they find out she Knows™️. This being said she will also call Soap names in Spanish with them in front of Soap to annoy him.

Also knows some sign language and taught it to the boys, for when they’re on mission and need to talk silently.

Will offer herself up to be a diversion or to do something crazy mission-wise. It drives the boys crazy cause they just want to protect her but she’ll give them a reason why she’d be the perfect candidate and they’d have to let her.

When she dresses up for undercover work she is a VISION. the boys have to rein it in and she gets confused and/or flustered when they all of a sudden avert their eyes or stutter around her.

König. Oh that poor man. He is down bad for her and she doesn’t really know it. She just thinks he’s having his usual social anxiety when talking to her so she makes sure she’s nice and patient with him. He first saw her when he was visiting one day. She and the boys were sparring and she pinned Soap right as she looked up at him, eyes all dark, and he combusted then and there. Although she isn’t picking up what he’s putting down, her boys of the 141 are and will protect her/compete for her attention while he’s around. If you accuse Ghost or Soap of being jealous they will deny it of course.

When she’s exhausted she gets the loopy kind of silly where you laugh at nothing and then feel like sobbing at the same time.

I’m still adding things as I think of them, and of course will edit this as I add them. But yeah. There she is. I love her already and can’t wait to make stuff with her :)

[mookymilksims]

Woc don't have higher levels of testosterone than white women lol. That woman is just your typical white female leftist who is just as racist and Anti-black as the 'Terfs' she despises.

Also that is straight up race science. Race is a social construct, not a biological one

Hm.

Ok so I still have not been able to find any science that supports that persons claims that WOC are born with higher levels of T than white women. So you do have a point there. Because the study they sent was talking about hormonal levels in post menopausal women and then expanded on post menopausal women with diabetes. Both effect hormonal levels in the human body, but I agree the study is interesting, it just doesn't back up the claim we have more T than white women.

To your next point, I have no idea who that person was, I just saw someone else in the replies ask the same question I had as far as providing any proof that WOC have more T than white women. I did suspect they were maybe not a black woman, at least, when they claimed that white academia wouldn't post about how black women have higher levels of T in fear of being accused of perpetuating the myth that black women are more hyper-masculine than any other race of women.

I did have to remind them that nothing, and I do mean absolutely nothing, has ever stopped white academia from making any kind of disparaging claims about black bodies not historically nor currently. If they did in fact find any kind of evidence to prove that WOC, especially BW, had higher levels of T than white women, I wouldn't have to spend several hours searching for this information, it would be in the first page of google results, it would be in prestigious scholarly works, cosigned by scientists all over the world, and a known fact until someone else proves otherwise.

This has always been the case, like for instance when the entire world thought black people were the closest relatives to apes, and were by then an extension of apes, this was used to justify our dehumanization, put us in zoo's, with like literal apes.

This reality the poster claims where white science wouldn't post this information on WOC and higher levels of T in fear of retaliation is just not the world we live in. So that part did confuse tf out me I'll be honest.

As far as your race science claim goes, I will have to disagree with you there. We do have racial differences, well to be more technical, genetic traits through evolution, migration, culture, mating practices were widely spread, which you can find more commonly in certain groups of people in comparison.

For example, east Asians have a gene that makes their ear wax dry, and also they tend to not have an odor in their armpits as a result of this.

That's a racial difference. Proven by science. It gets even more fascinating than that. Did you know the genetic trait that causes wider pronounced noses is because of how flat and hot the desert terrain is? Noses stretched out across the face to be able to obtain more oxygen in this environment.

On the contrary, people with thinner sharper noses, developed from humans in, for example, the Caucus Mountains, the birthplace of Caucasians. Where the climate was colder, dryer, much higher up in the literal mountains, and so while the nose was originally wider and flatter (early humans migrated out of Africa, trekked across Asia, and settled in these mountains), evolved over time to become thinner and push out in order to be able to obtain oxygen in areas of the world at higher altitudes = less oxygen.

So you see, we shouldn't shy away from our racial differences. They have fascinating details that is a testament to our survival. When you are someone who only cares about the objective facts you quickly gather there is nothing superior/inferior about these differences, they evolved in a rather innocent manner, our nature recognizes us all as one and helped us adapt to our environment.

It's hard for me, someone who is entranced by science (I wanted to be Einstein when I was a kid), to hear "race is a social construct". Racism is a social construct, race is not. It's just a term we used to describe our origin. Mongoloid = Asian. Caucasoid = White/European. Negroid = Black/African. It's your signifier. We even process the same chemicals in our food slightly differently from each other. We have average height, weight, muscle differences. An average toned white man is different from an average toned black man. And wait until you find out that breaks down according to which region of which continent you predominantly hail from.

So yeah, I'll be frank, I don't think I'm going to find any evidence that woc have higher levels of T than white women, this will become ironic but I believe it is the same white supremacy standards that is causing woc's femininity to constantly be in question that lead this person to this belief that woc somehow have higher levels of T. Firstly, they should've attached those studies to their post, secondly the studies they provided did not prove this claim, in basic terms the studies provided a jump in T just after menopause then levels back out then actually dips lower than white women. So if I am using the posters logic, from this angle, technically it would be white women who have higher levels of T than any other race of women -after menopause-.

Which was the missing context the poster kept leaving out? And when I pointed that out, despite how many times the poster claimed to study women's bodies for a living they just ended the exchange on a "well it's not studied very often so let me know what you find :)"

???

You study women's bodies for a living apparently, educate me. I want to read the name and number of the genetic traits that you claim is affecting woc??? I want to see a graph that directly shows higher levels of T throughout those patients lives, I want that study to track the hormonal levels of it's patients from birth???? If you supposedly study women's bodies for a living you should've been able to completely wash my analysis of the study you linked.

But you don't need to be a scientist to read the study. It said post menopausal and diabetes. And the findings actually went against what the poster claimed when you get to the end of it.

So I mean I guess the take away from all of this is don't just trust people because they had a mostly logical approach to the Olympic boxer incident, and then threw in that very strange claim somewhere in the middle. Think for yourself, ask for sources, read it yourself, and ask the next logical questions, this will lead you to my conclusion: those sources don't back up your claims.

-shrug-

[lovingpromise]

Დ ▫ Jennifer Walters

BASICS.

Full Name | Jennifer Susan Walters Nickname | She-Hulk, Jen, Jenny, Shulkie Birthday | Pending (1985) Age | 38 Gender | Cis Female (She/Her) Orientation | Pansexual Nationality | American Ethnicity | Caucasian Species | Human, Hulk Language | English, American Sign Language Occupation | Lawyer, Avenger, Temp Fantastic Four

PHYSICAL.

Eye Color | Brown (Jen), Green (She-Hulk) Hair Color | Dark Brown (Jen), Dark Green (She-Hulk) Height | 5' 4" (Jen), 6'7" (She-Hulk) Skin Markings | N/A Face Claims | Tatiana Maslany

MEDICAL.

Mental | Body dysmorphia. Jennifer deals a great deal with a lack of self-esteem in her appearance. As Jennifer Walters she does not feel beautiful. The first time Jennifer became She-Hulk, she fell in love with the way she looked and the confidence she felt. It was the first time she had ever felt right in her own skin. Go figure that it took getting exposed to radiation and becoming an almost seven-foot-tall glamazon to do it. If she could, Jennifer would prefer to live out her life forever in the form of She-Hulk. Physical | Gamma Radiation Mutation. Phobias | Pending. Eyesight | 20/20 Vices | Pending.

CHARACTER.

Zodiac | Pending. Alignment | Chaotic Good Strengths | Pending. Weaknesses | Pending. Skills | Extensive Law Knowledge, Self-Defense (Judo + Boxing), Acrobatic. Abilities | Transformation into a Hulk, Superhuman Strength + Durability, Super Speed, Agility, and Stamina, Regenerative Healing Factor, Radiation Immunity, Fourth Wall Awareness.

BACKGROUND.

Birthplace | Los Angeles, California Current Home | Verse Dependent Headcanons | Links will be here

This version of Jen is a heavy blend of both her 616 and MCU counterparts, leaning more heavily into 616 Jen.

Jennifer was born in Los Angeles to Sheriff Morris Walters and Elaine Walters.

As a child, she was very meek and lacked confidence in herself. Unable to connect with her fellow peers, companionship came in the form of her older cousin Bruce when he came to visit. He would take her to the local library, where he would read to her. Since she was an only child he was like a sibling to her and even as they grew older she continued to care for him as such.

She went to UCLA for college, graduated with two degrees and in the top ten percent summa cum laude, and was awarded the order of the coif. Afterward, she would begin practicing law as a Deputy District Attorney at the LA County District Attorney's Office.

She was a driving force in building a case against a man by the name of Nicholas Trask, a crime boss operating out of LA for years. Her father, now retired by this time, had crossed paths with him on multiple occasions but was never able to get any charges to stick. People warned Jennifer of the dangers of trying to go after Trask, but she kept pushing, hoping to put him behind bars and see justice served.

Jennifer was able to secure a key witness, but despite her better efforts, the man was murdered before he could testify. Angry, Jennifer confronted Trask directly and promised him that she wouldn't stop until he was behind bars. Trask replied with a subtle threat of his own and people around Jen worried for her safety.

Coincidentally, Bruce came to LA to visit. (Jen's mother had called and asked him to keep an eye on her for a bit). He suggested she take some time off and go on a road trip with him. Though she saw through the reason for this, Jen hadn't seen much of Bruce in years and so agreed to go.

During the drive, however, they were run off the road by another car (later realized to be hitmen hired by Trask) and ended up tumbling down a hill in a bad accident. Both she and Bruce were injured, but Jennifer woke up first. She pulled her cousin out of the car, some of his blood spilling into an open wound before he began to come to and warn her to keep away.

Due to the trauma of the car crash, Bruce seemed to be having a hard time keeping control of his alter ego and told her to run. Having not seen his unstable transformation up close and also still being disoriented from the crash, a scared Jennifer did as she was told.

She wound up lost in the forest for hours, dirty and with no shoes. Eventually, she came across a bar and wandered towards it. A few women helped clean her up and allowed her to borrow their phone. She called her Bruce, who thankfully had gained control and returned to himself and let him know her location.

While waiting for him, Jennifer realized that she was being watched and a group of men came up to her. At first, she simply thought that they were just hitting on her because she was an easy target, until one of them pointed a gun at her. They revealed that they were sent by Trask, and were surprised to see that she had survived the car crash.

Jennifer tried to reason with them, but the gun went off and she felt the bullet pierce her chest. To the surprise of both the men and herself, she stayed standing, instead beginning to transform. Her features began to take on a green color and she felt as if she were growing taller. All that she remembered after that was letting out a monstrous scream and the look of horror on the men's faces before everything went black.

When she came to the next day, Jennifer found herself in Bruce's Beach House in Mexico. It was there that Bruce explained her new condition and tried to help her get a grasp of her new abilities. Unlike when Bruce first became the Hulk, they realized that (despite her blacking out during her first transformation) Jennifer was able to retain a lot more self-control in her Hulk form.

Bruce trained her, monitoring their differences and her stability. Jennifer at first wanted Bruce to fix her, fearing her new form, but quickly came to like it. The more she trained in her Hulk form, the more confident she felt. It was a feeling she had never felt before in her own skin.

As their training sessions progressed, Jennifer found herself spending less and less time out of her Hulk form. Bruce noticed and expressed concern, but Jennifer brushed him off. Jen's newfound confidence was beginning to become overconfidence. She began to ask Bruce when she would be able to go back to her life in LA and got upset when he explained that it wouldn't be a good idea to ever go back.

Jennifer did not like that answer. She felt that the fact that she could freely transform between her human and Hulk form meant that she would be safe to return to society. Bruce disagreed. This led to an argument where the two would end up fighting in their Hulk forms, Jen insisting she was leaving and Bruce trying to get her to stay.

Jennifer said a few hurtful things as only a family member could and their fight ended with them accidentally destroying the bar that Bruce and Tony had built together. Feeling terrible, Jennifer helped him rebuild it and they had a calmer conversation.

Bruce still did not think that it was a good idea for her to go back to LA, but respected that she was an adult that could make her own decisions. Jennifer apologized for what she had said to them in their fight and he saw her off, letting her that he was the only one that understood what she would be going through and to not be afraid to call him if she needed him.

Back in LA, Jennifer tried to continue on as if the recent events hadn't happened. The only people she told were her mother and father and her good friend (and coworker) Nikki Ramos. Months passed with no incident and Jennifer tried to focus on her job. Talks started forming around Jennifer potentially being looked at to be promoted to a District Attorney.

Unfortunately for Jen, an incident in the courtroom during one of her closing testimonies would reveal her Hulk form to the world and throw her into the spotlight.

She was fired from her job at the DA's office for liability reasons.

Eventually, she was offered a job at GLK&H under their Superhuman Law Division. At first, she didn't want to take it, feeling that they simply wanted to exploit the image of She-Hulk... but she quickly realized that she could do a lot of good representing the Superhuman population.

When not fighting crime in the courtroom, Jen is outright crime on the streets.

RELATIONSHIPS.

Mother | Elaine Ann Walters, nee Banner Father | William Morris Walters Siblings | Bruce Banner (Cousin, Older Brother Figure) Other Family | Brian Banner (Uncle), Rebecca Banner (Aunt-in-Law), Tucker (Uncle), Ched (Cousin), Skaar (First Cousin Once-Removed) Significant Other | John Jameson "Johnny" (Husband or Ex-Husband), Verse Dependent Children | N/A Pets | N/A

VERSES.

Verse Name | Pending.

[actressmaryjane]

Was that [ABIGAIL COWEN]? Oh no no, that was just [MARY JANE WATSON], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [MARVEL]. They are [EIGHTEEN] years old, use [SHE/HER], and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.

FULL NAME: Mary Jane Watson AGE: 18 SPECIES: Human FANDOM: Marvel's Spider-Man GENDER IDENTITY: Cis female; she/her SEXUALITY:  Heterosexual NATIONALITY: American ETHNICITY: Caucasian HOW LONG HAS YOUR CHARACTER BEEN HERE?: Two Weeks JOB: Actress/Waitress WHERE HAS YOUR CHARACTER BEEN PULLED FROM IN THEIR FANDOM?: Pulled from various media including movies, comics, shows, and the video games. Generic waitress/actress Mary Jane who was currently dating her world's Peter Parker when she wound up here. Now she fears she may never see him again. HAS ANY MAGIC AFFECTED YOUR CHARACTER?: No, she remembers everything, and it's so, so painful.

FACE CLAIM: Abigail Cowen SPECIAL / RECOGNIZABLE FEATURES: Copper red hair, freckles, blue eyes. HAIR COLOR: Red EYE COLOR: Blue ACCENT: American

SIBLING(S): Gayle Watson PARTNER(S): Her Peter Parker None atm. CHILDREN: None atm. PARENT(S): Philip Watson and Madeline Watson

- blah - blah - blah - blah - blah - blah - blah - blah

platonic connections: Mary Jane is really going to need some friends because she is going through it right now. more platonic connections: Honestly, I'd love to have her befriend another superhero or vigilante. As frustrating as it got for her, she's going to miss that part of her Peter. actors: Fellow actors or theater enthusiasts are definitely welcomed! waiters/cooks: Not sure where she's working yet but she is a waitress! gym buddies: She spends a decent amount of time keeping in shape. hook ups/fwb/romance: Right now Mary Jane is kind of mourning the reality that her Peter may never show up here. So she's looking for distractions, not love. Any form of love would have to be very patient with her.

[psychedelicsunflwr]

TASK ONE: ABOUT ME

BASICS Full Name: Phoenix Ophelia King Nickname: Phoe, P, Arizona (a nickname given to her on the army bases as a child) Gender: Female Pronouns: She/Her Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Romantic Orientation: Biromantic Birthdate: January 18, 1943 Birthplace: Phoenix, Arizona Neighborhood: Willowdale (Flamingo Trailer Park) Occupation: Waitress at Ruby's, Cashier at Groove's Records Ethnic Background: Sephardic Jewish, Ashkenazi Jewish, Caucasian and Native American. Religious Views: Currently bordering between Agnostic and Atheist, though her father grew up in a predominantly Jewish household and some of their beliefs were instilled in her as a child. Language(s) Spoken: English

PHYSICALITY Face Claim: Riley Keough Hair Color: Auburn Eye Color: Blue Height: 5'5 Build: Slender Tattoos: She could never afford nice ones, so instead she has a stick and poke smiley face on the side of her wrist and 'rock n roll' on her ankle. Piercings: Lobes and nose. Style/Aesthetic: boho/grunge, Usual Expression: Phoenix usually has her head in the clouds, and it's easy to tell by the far off look in her eyes. Though she always has a smile on her face. Distinguishing Features: Her long, wavy hair, and starry blue eyes.

HEALTH & WELLNESS Physical Ailments: A mild case of tinnitus from many years of listening to live music. Neurological Conditions: ADHD (undiagnosed given the time period) Allergies: Cats (though, that doesn't stop her from petting them) Sleeping Habits: Both a night owl and an early riser. Needless to say, she doesn't sleep much. Exercise Habits: ...Does travelling to most places on foot count? Emotional Stability: For the most part, Phoenix is able to maintain her composure and mask negative emotions. Though it can be difficult for her to do so when she feels overwhelmed or triggered by something that reminds her of the past. She definitely needs more help than she lets on. Sociability: Extroverted to a fault. Body Temperature: Predominantly cold. Addictions: Nicotine Drug Usage: marijuana (frequent), psychedelics (socially) Alcohol Usage: Socially

PERSONALITY Positive Traits: creative, adventurous, outgoing Negative Traits: impulsive, brash, stubborn Goals/Desires: freedom/control over her own life, to see the world/experience music from all over the globe. Fears: control, abandonment, not amounting to anything Hobbies: playing the guitar, singing, painting, going to concerts, Habits: biting nails, smoking, doodling in the margins of her papers, humming

FAVORITES Season: summer Color: sage green & mustard yellow Music: Jefferson Starship, Heart, Led Zeppelin Movies: Valley Of The Dolls, Lolita Food: french toast, sushi, burgers Beverage: root beer, cocktails, beer Animal: foxes

FAMILY Father: Walter King Mother: Margaret King Sibling(s): Sharon King Children: N/A Pet(s): N/A Family Financial Status: working class Relationship: Single

EXTRAS: Astrological Placements: aquarius sun, sagittarius moon, leo rising MBTI: ENFP Enneagram: Type 7 (The Enthusiast) Moral Alignment: Chaotic Good Primary Vice: Envy Primary Virtue: Humility Element: Air

[face-claims-central]

Sasha Kichigina - Belarusian, 1998

[lilyofthevvlley]

( havana rose liu. she & her. cis woman. ) the courts of veritas welcome DELPHINE REN! it’s been said that the TWENTY-SEVEN year old MERMAID is known to be CREATIVE and INSECURE. when DELLA isn’t working as a CARER AT STARLIGHT SPROUTS, they can be found participating in CREATING MOSAICS. if you visit their home in ECHO COVE, it may remind you of colorful sea glass, seashell necklaces, water lily flowers, impressive crystal collections, satin skirts, beach waves, sandcastles, handmade art, starfish, Fleetwood Mac songs. they may be your best friend or your greatest enemy.

lover, fighter queen of midsummer's youthful lust daughter of the ocean's foaming waves inhale let this raging beauty choke your lungs as it did my heart

TRIGGER WARNINGS ;; n/a

CHARACTER BASICS

Full Name: delphine maya ren

Nickname: della / delly

Age: 27

Gender: cis female

Pronouns: she&her

Ethnicity: chinese-caucasian

Nationality: veritean

Education: college level

Occupation: carer at starlight sprouts

Hometown: veritas isles

Current location: veritas isles (echo cove)

Species: mermaid

Written Aesthetics: colorful sea glass, seashell necklaces, water lily flowers, impressive crystal collections, satin skirts, beach waves, sandcastles, handmade art, starfish, Fleetwood Mac songs

CHARACTER APPEARANCE 

Face Claim: havana rose liu

Height: 5'4"

Hair Colour: brunette

Eye Colour: hazel

Dominant Hand: right

Distinguishing Features: in her human form, she's got a heart shaped birthmark on the outside of her thigh. in her mermaid form, her tail/merfolk features are a shimmery, light teal similar to this color.

SUPERNATURAL EXTRAS 

Abilities: hydrokinesis, vocal mimicry, healing touch, empathy. //

Weaknesses: vulnerability to dry environments (she needs to revisit her home in echo cove at least once every 24 hours, and she keeps a humidifier on around her at all times), lack of mobility, emotional vulnerability, and emotional ties to the ocean

Have you always been aware of your abilities?: yes! delphine was born to a long line of merfolk, a family who has lived on or near veritas for generations,

Favorite Magical Items: the starfish earrings that whisper compliments in her ears, the conch shell she has that's enchanted to play her favorite playlists, and a magical book that saves every drawing the children at starlight sprouts make for her.

What supernatural creature is your character most scared of?: werewolves - it's nothing personal, she's just a big believer in the power of the moon, as a creature of the ocean, so she doesn't underestimate what effect it would have on those inflicted with lycanthropy

Who or what would they die for? her family, without question. she also loves all of her kids at the daycare, and would put her life on the line for any of them.

Does your character fight or flee? flee, she'll leave the fighting to someone else!

PERSONALITY

Positive Traits: intelligent, creative, determined, loyal, and self-assured

Negative Traits: withdrawn, stubborn, distrusting, narrow-minded, and haughty

Neutral Traits: protective, private, skeptical, constant, and perceptive

Goals/desires: delphine wants to be happy, find happiness, and create happiness for others

Fears: thunderstorms, cruise ships, and letting down her family

Hobbies: creating mosaics! she uses a lot off sea glass / litter / etc. that she finds in the ocean and turns them into art.

Habits: humming absentmindedly when she's nervous, bouncing her leg when she's sitting down even though she tries very hard not to

CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT Q’S

your answers to these questions do not have to be in depth, though of course they can be! they’re just here to help you grasp your character a little more, as well as for me to get an understanding ! 

QUESTION ONE: were you born on the island, if so, what kind of curiosities do you have about the world beyond? if you weren’t, what do you miss about the world outside veritas isles?  delphine was born to a family of merfolk who've lived in Veritas for generations, so the isles are all she's ever known. because of this, she doesn't exactly finding herself longing for the outside world, but she is fascinated by their politics (and definitely thinks if her dad were president of the world everything would be better)

QUESTION TWO: what is your favorite part about the island?  everyone else who lives here! delphine is very friendly, and she loves that she lives in a place where differences are accepted (even if that is the idealist in her)

QUESTION THREE: if your character is supernatural, do they fear humans? if human, do they fear the supernatural?  as much as her family wishes delphine feared humans, she doesn't! she loves to learn about others, species aside, and she's a bit naive, so she thinks herself a bit untouchable (probably to a fault)

QUESTION FOUR: share a fun headcanon or fact about your character! this doesn’t have to be long, just something to introduce us to your character!  delphine's deep interest in learning what justport and the lives of non-merfolk were like stems from the first time she heard stevie nicks' voice - imagine her shock when she learned fleetwood mac was a real human band and not a group of enchanting sirens!

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION

delphine was born to a family of merfolk who didn't care to explore land. the ocean was their home, and they didn't see much value in expanding their metaphorical horizons. they did, however, give all of their children the freedom to chose what they wanted to do. delphine was the first to take them up on that. when she was around 6 years old, she met a human on the shore and quickly grabbed onto the possibility of learning what land had to offer. since then, she's balanced her life in both worlds well.

more to come soon !!

[dear-indies]

Helo, hello! I was hoping you'd be able to help me with some face claim ideas! I'm searching for someone that might be befitting of a goddess. ( historical or modern; Caucasian female between the ages of 20's - 30's!) Someone that might have an Aphrodite vibe to them! Thank you! ♡

Nicola Coughlan (1987)

Aidy Bryant (1987)

Clémentine Desseaux (1988)

Elizabeth Debicki (1990)

Jenny Boyd (1991)

Charlotte Hope (1991)

Eleanor Tomlinson (1992) 

Melissa Roxburgh (1992)

Elizabeth Lail (1992)

Alina Kovalenko (1992)

Molly Quinn (1993)

Hunter McGrady (1993)

Jesse James Keitel (1993) - is a trans woman.

Freya Mavor (1993)

Saoirse Ronan (1994)

Madelaine Petsch (1994)

Erin Moriarty (1994)

Jacqueline Emerson (1994)

Anya Taylor-Joy (1995)

Hannah Dodd (1995)

Josefine Frida Pettersen (1996)

Luca Hollestelle (1996)

Kristine Froseth (1996)

Annalisa Cochrane (1996)

Katherine McNamara (1996)

Nicole Maines (1997) - is a trans woman.

Ellie Bamber (1997)

Kathryn Newton (1997)

Here you go!

[potassium-pilot]

(Sure, I'll give a crack at this, even though no one asked.)

Who knows how long perfumers have attempted to replicate the splendor of petrichor in their art?

None could escape the idea of it no matter where they went. Prevalent in movies, TV shows, advertising, it followed humanity with the notion that with petrichor came bliss, peace, even virility. A person couldn't claim to be human unless they stepped outside after an afternoon rain. Several languages even had a term for the urges that would form as the scent would waft past noses. It encouraged vitality within and without.

Dr. Gina Glass was of no exception to this phenomenon.

Many would credit Dr. Glass as one of the world's finest exobiologists. More specifically, she was among the first to catalogue and name several species of flora from a new planet, located within a newly explored galaxy as well. Among the flora, previous planets discovered within recent times have also had non-human species found and catalogued. The fauna involved, in her experience, were simple creatures, more alike to dolphins or pigs than anything humanoid. Currently, the planet was only known as 14-Unknown-b as debates have been ongoing as to what to name this new sea of stars, not to mention the unique planet found within the Goldilocks zone of a distant sun.

Her work in identifying extraterrestrial species made her one of the few candidates available and willing to help identify a species of fauna that appeared to crash just outside of the Valley of Fire in Nevada. It was a zone out of the way enough that the fauna could be traced and relocated with no one noticing. Engineers excelling in the newly upgraded interstellar travel engines examined the wreckage, attempting to identify what brought it here and how.

In the meantime, it was up to Dr. Glass and whatever assistants she could get her hands on to study this new species. Whatever sent this creature here, she would work to identify and understand what role it may play. Outside of the laboratory that would serve as her new home for as long as it would take for her to study this creature, her team was being briefed by Major Howard, a grisly-looking old man with plenty of scars for his troubles, though still tall and carrying a commanding presence.

"You should all know", he began, his voice a low rumble with a bit of rasp in his every word, "that I called you here for a reason, all of you. You see, this isn't going to be your run-of-the-mill plant you're facing, and it won't be one of those creepy animals we brought back either.

No, this thing is something entirely different. We have our suspicions that this thing might be intelligent- and I'm not talking pig intelligent or dolphin intelligent, I'm talking about it having a brain and mouth just like you or me- your first order of business is to confirm our suspicions. We'll think up a game plan from there. If it is intelligent, think of yourselves as a welcoming committee of sorts. Treat that thing with the same respect as you would give any of your fellows here. It'll be our guest. If it isn't, we'll let you take the reins and handle things how you need to handle them, Dr. Glass."

"Yes, sir", they all affirmed.

"Then let's get you in the system, get you decontaminated, and get you in there."

Dr. Glass was the first to go through their system. As a soldier entered in her information to the computer, she could read from what she could just see of a screen.

Name: Gina Althea Glass Age: 33 Sex: Female Hair Color: Dark Brown Eye Color: Hazel Race: White Ethnicity: Caucasian Weight: 79 kg Medical Condition(s): None/Unknown Disabilities: Myopia, corrective lenses used

With her information entered was she then taken through a decontamination shower before being given a suit equipped with a respirator and a communication device. From there, she was led to a small glass room, its outer walls surrounded by computers and the inside containing her own computer, a cabinet, a bed, a white floor, several ceiling lights, and the more notable aspect, what she believed to be the creature in question.

The creature had dark green skin matching the color and look of seaweed. Its mouth had nothing too discernibly different from a human mouth minus the longer fangs that stuck out from the sides of what Gina assumed were lips. Appendages appeared to stick out from the sides of it, the ends of it being noticeably webbed. It was long and broad and laying on another bed.

And Gina was to greet it.

With permission granted to her by a chip inside the communication device that confirmed who she was, the doors slid open and she stepped inside. The creature didn't stir. This gave her an opportunity to perform an examination without problems. Before she could begin, however, she couldn't help but notice something odd.

On the side of it, close to what she would almost call its hips, there was something oozing a lighter green slime, the liquid dripping to the bed beneath it. Believing the creature non-responsive based on its behavior, Gina attempted to collect a sample of the slime using a nearby vial.

It was as her glove brushed against the creature that she found that it was quite responsive. And rather perturbed.

The creature blasted a thunderous noise from its mouth and sat up quickly to grab hold of the area in question. Soldiers watching this glass room held up sniper rifles and other guns, all ready to fire if need be. Gina held up her arms and yelled, "Don't shoot! Don't shoot!"

It seemed to grunt and back itself into the wall.

"It's all right! It's all gonna be okay, really!"

Unthinkingly, and without any regard for her health, she removed the helmet and looked it in what appeared to be its eyes, black as they were. "I'm not going to hurt you..."

"Dr. Glass! Your helmet!" yelled an assistant.

Her first inhalation from outside of the confines of her helmet was met with a sensation so achingly familiar. Suddenly, she was a little girl, outside after a storm, playing in a puddle and laughing. Suddenly, she was a teenager in the middle of her first kiss. Suddenly, she returned to Earth from her first planet visited after graduation.

It was intoxicating.

As she removed the helmet, so too did the creature seem to relax. What she assumed were its shoulders lowered, and its stature seemed less stressed.

"H...hyoo-man?" it uttered. Its tone was deep and its timbre something harsh and breathy, the movement of its lips flapping against its fangs with the sound like a swish of a mop against a tile floor.

"I...yes, I'm human."

"Human..."

"Dr. Glass...", an assistant piped in, "...I'll tell the Major."

"Good call", Gina affirmed. She stepped closer to the creature in question. "Do you know English? How are you able to speak to us?"

"Human...in Pfrdf...human speak...I hear...I speak..."

"Pih-fir-dif? I-I don't know what that is..."

The creature sat there silently. Gina looked to another assistant and asked, "Do you know?" The assistant shook her head.

"If it heard humans speak and learned some English, chances are humans from either here or the United Kingdom visited its home, which means the visit's on record with the Department of Extraterrestrial Exploration. Find the General and tell him what happened, and that we'll need to contact someone in the DEE to find any record of any encounters involving a 'Pfrdf'."

"Right away, Dr. Glass."

As the assistant ran off, Gina looked back to the creature.

"Home..."

"Home, that's right. It's where humans are right now. Earth is the home of humans."

"Pfrdf...home...of me..."

"Home of you? Your planet is called Pfrdf then?" Though Gina only knew planets as they were categorized here, it was still handy to know this much.

"My name is Gina. Do you have a name?"

"No...name...for big..."

"Big?"

"You are...not big...you have name..."

"Humans all have names."

What she thought were fangs turned out to be tentacles as they began to move around his mouth wildly. "Humans..."

Gina pointed to the oozing. "May I see that again please?"

It let out a sound like a whistle and its panicked posture returned.

"No, no, I promise! I won't hurt you."

"Hurt!" It shrieked. "Humans hurt!"

"Did a human give you that?!"

"Hand!"

She looked to her hand. She wasn't sure why she hesitated with the glove when she ripped off her helmet not a moment ago, but there she was, overthinking it once again.

Well, I guess I wouldn't be here if I under-thought everything.

She removed the glove. It seemed even more panicked at the sight of her doing that.

"Hand! What happened?!"

"Nothing at all. I just removed my glove!"

"Glove?"

"Yes. It's just clothing."

"Clothing? What is clothing?"

Gina blinked. "You...don't wear clothing, do you?"

"Wear clothing?"

"And you've only ever seen humans in our exploration uniform, haven't you?"

"Exploration..."

"This is our skin", she held a hand out. "Does it hurt now?"

Its webbed appendage reached out and touched her ungloved hand. It slid what she presumed was something akin to a hand across her own. Its touch was timid, the creature fearful at first, but slowly, it calmed down as it realized she truly meant no harm. The texture of its skin felt different than she thought it would be at first glance, more akin to a soft leather than seaweed, although it certainly was not human-like skin.

"No. Better..."

"Better? Good. Then, may I see it?"

It shifted its hip to face her, and she dipped in with the vial once more, the creature far more willing this time.

"If you're going to stay with us, we're going to end up naming you something. Your planet seems to be called Pfrdf, so until we find something more suitable, may I call you Piff?"

"I...Piff?"

She nodded her head and answered, "Yes."

It mimicked her head nod and repeated, "Yes. My name...is Piff."

She smiled. "I'm glad you like it, Piff. Give me a moment."

The sample collected was placed in a baggie, but before she placed it in a tray to be given to a nearby assistant, she noticed a scent effusing from her hand. It was the same hand that held Piff's but a moment ago. She used her other hand to waft the scent closer to her nose, and smelled it.

That sweet scent.

That god-given experience.

It was against every last bit of protocol ingrained in her, but she lifted the hand just two inches away and took a deep, deep breath. Whatever this was, Piff gave her the kindest and most desirable outcome. She could smell like this too. All it took was a touch.

But that would be a bad idea to do frequently, of course. Never mind what contamination may occur from her to it, it might also contaminate her with Pfrdf-ian diseases. Granted, she was already helmet-less, but she couldn't risk the chance of extended exposure of its skin against hers leading to more drastic consequences. Contact was to be limited, no matter how exciting the scent left behind was to her. The sample was dropped and pushed out to the room, where an assistant decontaminated the baggie and took it.

"So what's it to be, Dr. Glass?"

"Name it 'Unknown Piff tissue'."

"Yes, Doctor." The assistant left with the tissue, only for a different assistant to return with a tray of food. She placed it on a different sliding tray, and slid it into the glass room.

"I'm sorry, Dr. Glass. After informing Major Howard of the incident, you're to be confined in there until we can ensure that there's no biological hazard from the creature."

"Piff."

"I'm sorry?"

"For now, the creature is to be called 'Piff'."

"Uh...yes, Doctor. At any rate, it means that you'll need to make use of the bed, and we'll bring you regular meals."

"No problem. Is the Major going to look into Pfrdf?"

"Yes, Doctor."

"Excellent. Thank you, Macy."

Macy walked away and left the two of them behind. Gina returned to Piff's side, and realized something.

"The suit...it's probably got more chance to hurt you than it does to protect me from anything at this point." She unzipped the back and let the suit drop, leaving her in the lab coat she came into camp with, picking up the suit and putting it in a corner away from the creature.

"There. Now there's no chance I'll hurt you...I think." She went back to Piff and offered the bottom of her shirt. "Does this fabric hurt you?"

It laid a hand on her lab coat and another on the shirt. Nothing seemed to happen.

"No", it answered.

"Wonderful. That means I can continue examining you without worrying about your pain."

Thus were the next several hours spent, with Gina moving between her computer to take notes, and to Piff to study it. It performed most tasks as expected, though with its limited grasp on the language, there was little way to tell how it got here or why it came to Earth. Nothing was heard from the engineers yet, so no word on the structure that flew it across the great expanse. The clock ticked nine, and she yawned. It had been a while since research kept her up late, to the point where going past nine at night seemed overzealous.

"Tired...", Piff said.

"Are you tired?" Gina asked.

"No. You are tired."

"Oh, I'm fine, Piff."

"Sleep."

She yawned, "I've a lot of work to do."

"Sleep...please?" Piff pleaded.

Gina couldn't help but smile. "Well, at least you've learned the subtleties of politeness. All right." Gina removed her lab coat and shoes. Seeing as there was still a guard that remained outside of the room, she felt uncomfortable changing in the open, and chose instead to remove her clothing under the covers. Until she could get her hands on proper pajamas, she would have to go commando. Soon, Gina pressed a head against a pillow and she was gone.

In her slumber did she feel something. Sensations rippled across her body, her shoulders feeling light and carefree, the entirety of her feeling like she was flying. She rose higher and higher until she breached something like water and took in a deep breath. That heavenly redolence flowed through her like water, sweet petrichor in the air around her. There simply was no name for what euphoria she experienced as she bathed in the earthy fragrance.

How quickly it disappeared when she opened her eyes.

Gina's arms were wrapped around Piff, the two of them on their sides as she held it close to her, her head buried into its neck. Its face tentacles caressed her shoulders, and a lower tentacle appeared to be sliding about elsewhere on the lower half of her body. She gasped loudly and fell off of its bed, rushing quickly back to her own.

Why the hell did I do that?

Thankfully for her, no one seemed to be around to witness that, but she was afraid to fall asleep again lest that happen again. The clock told Gina it was 6 AM.

How long was I against Piff for?

She focused on organizing her notes and writing more and more about her experiences with the creature in her personal log. Soon, Macy knocked at the glass door while Piff ate its meal, a pastrami sandwich that it wished to try.

"Doctor? After testing the biological sample, we found no microorganisms that might harm us. It means you can leave the lab for the daily briefing."

"Fantastic. Thank you, Macy."

As Gina stood up and grabbed her helmet to open the door, Piff whimpered, "Please...don't go..."

She wanted to stay, wanted more than she probably should have, wanted in a way that felt..odd, but she shook it off. "I'll be back soon, I promise."

It bowed its head and remained silent. Gina opened the door and left.

How conspicuous the absence of the scent of Pfrdf seemed to be. So conspicuous, that it made her physically ill. In the fifteen minutes that briefing took, her head was pounding, her body was trembling, and her stomach felt nauseous. Never mind how wonderful its smell was; it made her into a human. She began to wonder how she lived without it. How she waited for rain for so long only for its treasures to land right in her lap. It was hers.

Sweet petrichor. She achieved what humanity never could.

Gina was the first to leave upon dismissal, rushing back into the lab and breathing deep. There it was. Her head cleared, her heart raced, her stomach felt at ease, and her body stabilized.

"You're here!" exclaimed Piff happily.

She was almost normal again. Whether she knew it or not, she was addicted to the creature and its resplendent odor. To leave the lab was to leave her new drug, and this made her dread what laid outside of the glass walls. Her place was here with Piff for the long haul. No matter how long it took, she would stay with it, learn everything of Piff that she could learn, and drink deep of his essence. Such was her new goal.

In the Major's ready room, a lieutenant entered and saluted. "Major Howard."

"Lieutenant. Is everything all right?"

"Yes, sir. I've received orders from headquarters to obtain your response."

"Very well. Tell HQ that we need to keep an eye on things for a while yet, at least the next few months. Inform them that while it'll be a last resort, we may need to kill the creature. Possibly the scientist too."

"Sir?"

On his desk was the file Gina requested. He took to reading its contents.

"Absolutely no one is to know what took place on 14-Unknown-b. It might be too late for Dr. Glass, but the rest of the team might have a chance. And of course, you're to keep silent on all of this. Only HQ needs to know anything. Understood?"

"Yes, sir."

"Excellent. Dismissed."

(To be continued?)

Humans are 1000x more sensitive to the smell of petrichor (that smell you get with rain) than sharks are to blood, to no apparent evolutionary advantage. You’re privileged to be a part of the first welcoming committee to meet our new Non-Human arrivals in person. They smell like petrichor.

[climbingcompassion]

Muse Information

Full Name: Samantha Elaine Giddings

Nickname(s): Sam, Sammy (Josh)

Age: late teens/to mid-20s (timeline dependent)

Date of Birth: May 7th, 1996

Hometown: Los Angeles, CA, USA

Current Location: Los Angeles

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Nationality: American

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/her

Orientation: Heterosexual

Occupation: College Student/Conservationist

Language(s) Spoken: English, Spanish

Physical Appearance

Face Claim: Hayden Panettiere

Hair Colour: Light Blonde

Eye Colour: Gray/Green

Height: 5'4

Weight: 110lb

Tattoos: N/A

Piercings: Ears

Clothing Style: Mostly practical. Sweaters, jeans, leggings, knee length skirts,

Health

Neurological Conditions: Pre-Until Dawn - N/A - Post-Until DawnPTSD, Paranoia, Depression

Allergies:

Sleeping Habits: Pre-Until Dawn she had pretty regular sleeping patterns. She likes routine so she would often go to bed early so she could wake up to get in some time with nature before she needed to start the day. Post-Until Dawn she suffers from night terrors that have caused generalized insomnia and irregular sleep patterns. She often has to rely on medication to help her sleep consistently and even then she is still awoken in the middle of the night

Eating Habits: Sam is vegan so she is very mindful about what food she buys and where they are sourced

Exercise Habits: Sam is extremely active person and always starts her day off with exercise of some sort and spends her weekend participating in some sport or wildlife activity if she's not volunteering

Emotional Stability: 8 - She is very strong-willed and persistent and she will put on a brave face if only to help those around her get through something or so she can think clearly. She does struggle a lot internally

Sociability: Pre-Until Dawn - Sam prefers to hang out with one or two people most time. She's not one for big crowds or loud parties and you're more likely to catch her off in a corner people watching or hanging out with a couple people. The only exception to that is her until dawn friend group. They all grew close over the years and are comfortable with each other. She shares a hobby with each of them. II Post-Game - Sam still participates in her regular activities and volunteering but she is less inclined to go hang out with friends than she used to. She spends most of her time with her dog and trying to combat her internal struggles.

Body Temperature: Average

Personality

Label: look here

Positive Traits: Brave, charitable, compassionate, determined, honest, passionate

Negative Traits: Stubborn, cynical, prone to worrying, sometimes indecisive

Goals/Desires: Contributing to conservations efforts, making a difference in people's lives, protecting her friends

Fears: Supernatural, losing her friends, causing harm

Hobbies: Drawing, gardening, volunteering

Habits: Doodles on any paper that's in front of her, makes faces when she's thinking, has to stop to feed any animal she comes by

Favourites

Weather: Sunny with a light breeze

Colour: Forest Green, deep red

Music: Indie/alternative music/Old soft rock Ex: Bishop Briggs, Florence + the Machine, Phoebe Bridgers, Fleetwood Mac

Movies: She's mostly into documentaries and nature-related films

Sport/Physical activity: Rock-climbing, mountain biking, bouldering, hiking, swimming, horseback riding

Beverage: Hot teas, cold tea, lemonade, water

Food: She doesn't have any particular favorites and is pretty willing to try anything provided it falls within her veganism

Animal: She has love in her heart for all animals really.

Family

Father: Paul Giddings

Mother: Sharon Giddings

Sibling(s): None

Children: None

Pet(s): A golden retriever named

Family’s Financial Status: Well off but not super rich like some of her other friends

Extra

Zodiac Sign: Taurus

MBTI: INFP

Enneagram: 8

Moral Alignment: Neutral Good

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Dorothy Simmins;

Race: African-American and Caucasian

Height: 5 feet and 4 inches (162.55 cm)

Age: 19 years old

Blood Type: B+

Eye colour: Sapphire blue

Hair colour: Coconut brown

Country of Origin: America 🇺🇲

Sex: Female

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Dorothy was recruited when found leacing the sight of a body pile-up. All victims had their faces removed and the skin not found. She claims to have been hunted by this group, which she calls the "Faceless Men", for a few years. They originated somewhere in Ohio, as far as we know. She dislikes to go out in the day.

Personality: Paranoid, hidden, and firm. She does seem to either seek or enjoy casual talk, but only about current events, or other people she dislikes. Other times she hides away even in the middle of meetings, and keeps some object with her at all times for defense.

Status: Generally unstable

Theme

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BEATRIX VOLKOV,

[ content warning/trigger warning: mentions torture, alludes to animal attacks, alludes to drowning. mention of brief death. ]

`Name:` Beatrix Sarai Volkov 

`Nicknames:` Trix, Trixie, Rai Chu, Venomous Blonde.

`Alias:` The Weaver

`Date Of Birth:`October 23rd, 1982

`Place Of Birth:` Cleveland, Ohio. 

`Residence:` Lower Manhattan. 

`Gender:` Female

`Species:` Metahuman, by forced experimentation. 

`Occupation:` classified. ( assassin / spy for A.R.G.U.S )

`Orientation:` aromantic asexual

`Face Claim:` Sarah Michelle Gellar  ( alt: katheryn winnick. )

`Ethnicity:` Caucasian 

`Heritage:` Russian and Hungarian 

`Nationality:` Dual Citizenship ( American & Hungary. )

`Hair & Eyes:` blonde, green. 

`Height & Weight:` 5’4” & 125 lbs.

`Religion:` Conservative Judaism

`Affiliation:` A.R.G.U.S ( not by choice. )

`Languages:` English, Hungarian, Russian, Spanish ( Mexican & Spain Spainsh ). she can also read Latin, Greek and Hebrew.

`Training:` tba.

`Family:` Estranged — and strained relationship. She doesn't know where any of them are or if they're alive.

`Abilities:`

Acidic Saliva

Crawlerling manifestation — a swarm of thousands of baby brown recluse spiders will manifest from anywhere ( usually easier to do when outside or near an open entranceway / window. — also used to spy on marks for assassination. )

Danger detection — The user can sense nearing danger, acute danger, potential immediate danger, or impending danger and sense unwanted or hectic threats to their well-being and the possibility to evade it. The intuition usually regards themselves but may include their surroundings (like a distant car-wreck, friends or strangers).

Enhanced strength — Users have enhanced strength, enough to be able to lift 1 to 100 tons (2,205 to 220,500 pounds). Being able to carry out any offensive action with the force of a massive vehicle.

Silk manipulation — The user can create, shape and manipulate silk, a natural protein fiber, some forms of which can be woven into textiles.

`Weaknesses:`

Danger detection — May be unable to sense distance to epicenter. May be unable to flee sensed dangerous situations. Reflexes may be bound to the user's energy resources.

Crawlerling manifestation — can be injured / temporarily lose memory if a mass amount of the crawlerlings are harmed ( 50+ )

Acidic Saliva — Distance, mass, precision, etc. depend upon the knowledge, skill, and strength of the user, and their power's natural limits.

Enhanced strength — Can be overpowered by Supernatural to Absolute Strength. May damage/or hurt other people without meaning or noticing.

Silk manipulation — Distance, mass, precision, etc. depend upon the knowledge, skill, and strength of the user.

Construct structural strength may be limited by the user's will.

Fire — self explanatory really, burn up all the crawlerlings and she'll die.

`brief explanation of how she became a forced experiment:` beatrix had no money and was homeless on the streets of sometown in iowa. argus was taking volunteers for a “sleep study”, which wasn't really a study at all – waller was willingly taking people off the streets and locking them away in black site labs where they had to endure months of torture. Or it might as well have been torture, all those volunteers strapped to exam tables for hours on end. Injected with various chemicals, mild to dangerous — even poisonous ones. Attacked by rabid animals, drowned — not going to continue with the details. 

beatrix found herself locked in some kind of small chamber with nothing but concrete floors and walls, and a massive heavy door. brown recluse spiders were soon released into the chamber from the floor, only two and that was all it took. she should have died and begin necrosis but she didn't. it was three minutes after being between that the two spiders crawled onto her and settled in her hair as she sat up. silk webbing stuck to the end of her fingers. the chamber door had opened, and thousands of little crawlerings ( baby brown recluses ) immediately stormed upon the guards. killing them all and anyone else in the hallway.

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Დ ▫ Alice Liddell

BASICS.

Full Name | Alice Pleasance Liddell Nickname | Just Alice Birthday | Pending. Victorian Era. Age | 16-18 (default), 7 (1st Visit to Wonderland), Early to Mid 20s (adult verses) Gender | Cis Female (She/Her) Orientation | Pansexual Nationality | British Ethnicity | Caucasian Species | Human Language | English, French (tiny bit) Occupation | None. Teacher in modern verse.

PHYSICAL.

Eye Color | Blue Hair Color | Blonde Height | 5' 4" Skin Markings | N/A Face Claims | Dakota Fanning (child), Ellie Fanning (teen), Amanda Seyfried (adult)

MEDICAL.

Mental | Pending. Physical | Pending. Phobias | Pending. Eyesight | Pending. Vices | Pending.

CHARACTER.

Zodiac | Pending. Alignment | Neutral Good Strengths | Pending. Weaknesses | Pending. Skills | Pending. Abilities | N/A

BACKGROUND.

Birthplace | Oxford, England Current Home | Verse Dependent Headcanons | Links will be here

The Liddell Family is an upper-class family in Victorian England. They hold no titles, but they are a part of the landed gentry. Mr. Liddell married for love (he was a bit of a romantic) and Mrs. Liddell married for reputation (though she did love him, she is simply more of a realist). They had three children. Margaret was born first, next was their son, and lastly Alice.

Alice was born five years after her brother. Of all three children, she was the most like their father and, as she was the youngest, he spoiled her. When he wasn’t busy with other matters, he would tell her stories or they would make up some together. The more impossible the better. Her mother would say that he filled her head with nonsense, but he would say that there was nothing better than a head filled with nonsense.

Her father died when she was 5, and it hit the whole family extremely hard. Their mother suffered the most. While she had allowed the whimsy of her husband when he was alive, with him gone she could no longer stand it. She grew harder on her children and expected more from them. She did not want them to be like their father.

Alice, unlike Margaret and her brother, did not fit into the mold that her mother tried to squeeze her into. She rebelled, though not out of spite, but because it was her nature. Her rebellion was mostly in small ways: not wearing her corset, sneaking away to lay with the flowers, and often having her head in the clouds.

Alice loves her family, but of them all, she is closest to her older sister Margaret. Despite the fact that the two differ in personality, their bond as sisters is very strong.

Alice was 7 years old when she first followed the white rabbit into Wonderland. She turned 10 when she visited through the looking glass. And since then she has been in and out of wonderland.

Alice’s biggest trait no matter her age is her curiosity. Something she received from her father. Oftentimes it can lead her into trouble, but it almost always leads to an adventure of sorts.

RELATIONSHIPS.

Mother | Mrs. Liddell (Birth Mother) Father | Mr. Liddell (Birth Father) Siblings | Margaret Liddell (sister), unnamed brother Other Family | N/A Significant Other | N/A Children | N/A Pets | Dinah

VERSES.

Verse Name | Pending.