#ch: Liza

[thatdogmagic]

All's fair in love and war (from the 2020 Awootober prompt: revenge)

[plusultraetc]

every week when I read the manga leaks btw I shake them upside down like that will make aizawa mic and kurogiri fall out

[thetrevisostabber]

[lcsingmyhead]

@honeytcngued​​​

— who: Wells & Liza — where: Zodiac

It seems like the explosion is all anyone can talk about. Honestly, Wells had questions himself, but like most weird things that went down in this town, he assumed that it had something to do with the mass of motorcycles and leather that he spotted rolling down Main Street. And if it was, the blonde had a feeling that he didn’t want to get in the middle of it. But, he was nosy. So maybe when he went on his daily run in the morning, he took the long way and went past the police station, taking too long to retie his sneaker, hoping to hear details from the source since he wasn’t about to just go up a mountain, or jump over police tape. When he heard nothing, and internet searches yielded nothing but “Explosion in the Mountains”, Wells went to work disappointed; he knew the type of stories that his regulars would come up with, and as amusing they would be, he was absolutely positive that the government didn’t blow up the mountains to try and take out Roger down the road.

Hours later, Wells was cleaning up a beer spill on the counter while trying to mediate an argument that it might’ve been aliens, when he heard the door squeak open. “Oh thank god,” the blonde mumbled, stepping away from the two men who had completely forgotten he was there to wipe down the spot right in front of the empty bar stool that the woman that walked in just took over. She looked familiar. “Liza right?” He asked, tossing the rag under the bar and going to wash his hands in the sputtering sink beside his hip. “You’re just in time for the explosion argument. Right now the winning reason is...aliens,” The word had a hard time coming out of his throat without a tone of disbelief, but he shrugged at her. “Got any theories? Or a drink request?”

[caracteresolaires]

2, 12, 18 for nick, tiff, and atlas!

given tumblr’s track record w formatting i’m just. not going to use it.

2. What does your OCs handwriting look like?

NICK has pretty nice handwriting? Definitely readable, a little squared, very utilitarian script. He cannot write in cursive though. TIFFANY has alright handwriting that is too connected (like, whole words will blend together), and the letters are all spaced really far apart. it’s impossible to read but she can read it and that’s what matters :) ATLAS has really tight, square script that is probably the most legible of the three, and no signature to speak of (he just writes his name, or AAA, his initials).

12. What is their character theme song and why? if it has lyrics, which line best fits them?

ohhh Liza! there’s too many! if i had to pick one: NICK’S is Playing with Fire by Brandon Flowers. I can’t even pick one line because it’s all so good, like. thank you brandon for this one. Again, if I had to narrow it down to one or two, ‘This church of mine may not be recognized by steeple / but that doesn’t mean that I will walk without a god’ + ‘Rolling River of Truth, can you spare me a sip? / the Holy Fountain of Youth has been reduced to a drip’ TIFFANY’S characterization was hugely inspired by Hexie Mountains and Let Me Drown by Orville Peck — specifically the lines ‘But wouldn’t it be nice if I could hold it off again? / Wouldn’t it be nice if I could get things off my chest?’ from Hexie and ‘Never knew where was home / I slept a lifetime alone’ + ‘I know with pleasure comes pain / I figured we were the same / But as I get older I get more afraid’ from Let Me Drown. Oh and ‘Drag me ‘round ‘til I never complain’ ATLAS, by comparison, is so well-adjusted :) :) Picking one I would say You’re My Home by Billy Joel — ‘Well, I never had a place that I could call my very own / But that’s alright my love, ‘cause you’re my home’ — again in comparison like, props to the adjusted psyche my guy!

18. What is one thing they only let those closest to them see?

NICK doesn’t get into his past in the Hand (for good reason, it’s definitely a traumatic time), except when it becomes necessary to. He’s also closed about his feelings (like all good characters), specifically when he’s getting close to someone. Flirtation might come more naturally, but real emotion? Good luck. TIFF is pretty private about most things, especially how she’s really doing. She’s perfectly content to ignore her problems in favor of others, and talking about what’s wrong is like trying to pull a tooth. ATLAS is also quite private, but especially about his hobbies, just because he’s not used to people really caring about them. Not that he’s super sad about it, it’s just that most people interact with him as an engineer, not really as a friend. (He does have friends, to be clear.)

[ilovemenoverfifty]

Copybat Ch. 3

Bale!Bruce Wayne x Trans!OC

Warnings: Toxic friendship, mild transphobia, no Bruce Wayne(He'll be in the next chapter, I promise!) Word Count: 1,235

Victoria dials her best friend’s number, needing to tell someone about tomorrow night. “Toriiiii!!!” The other line exclaims. “Where’ve you been? You didn’t answer me at all yesterday!” “Hey Liza, yeah, I’m sorry about that!” “Where were you, girl?” “It’s a long story, but basically I was assaulted and ended up in the hospital! Concussion!” “You were probably over dramatic,” Liza laughs over the phone. “I’ve had concussions before, and I just slept it off for a few hours.” “My head was bashed into a wall,” Victoria states. “I blacked out and someone had to call an ambulance for me. I spent the night in the hospital and was out cold for at least three hours.” “Okay, jeez!” She groans. “No need to make it a competition!” “I DIDN’T--” Tori catches herself from screaming over the phone. “Whatever, anyway, I haven’t told you the best part.” “And what’s that?” “The aforementioned person that called me an ambulance, wanna know who he is?” “Oh my god! Just tell me!" “It was…” Victoria lowers her voice again, even though she’s alone in her apartment. “It was Bruce Wayne.” Liza is silent for a minute. “Liza?” “BRUCE WAYNE CALLED YOU AN AMBULANCE?!” “And… I’m going on a date with him tomorrow night.” “YOU’RE GOING ON A DATE WITH BRUCE WAYNE?!”

“Mhm!”

“HOW ARE YOU NOT FREAKING OUT RIGHT NOW?”

“I don’t know,” She shrugs. Her heart is beating but she’s cool on the outside. “But…I was wondering, wanna help me choose what to wear tomorrow night?”

“Is that even a question? What time should I come over?”

“Later today, maybe at like, 6?”

“See you!! Love you!”

“Love you too!” Victoria hangs up the phone before going to clean herself up. Showering, changing into fresh clothes, she goes into her home office to look at her creation. Fresh eyes looking at her hand crafted batsuit, working weapons and all.

Without the mask, she’s not the most confident in herself. She has the skills to fight back, but when she’s faced with a situation like being cornered, Victoria tends to freeze up. With the mask, she knows it’ll be different. It has to be if she wants to be what the Batman is. She holds one of the arm pieces, smooth and sturdy, and just admires her work.

The rest of the day passes by, a slow Saturday for her, until Liza comes over at least. The more she thinks about it, the more excited she is about her date. She can’t begin to fathom how the prince of Gotham is interested in her.

Her doorbell rings, and she rushes to answer it, but not before making sure she locks her office door.

“Liza!” Victoria exclaims, opening the door. “You’re on time!”

“Babe! You’re going on a date with THE Bruce Wayne! Of course I’m gonna be on time to help you pick out an outfit!!” Liza rushes through the house and to Victoria’s closet. “Okay! What did he tell you to wear?”

“He said something nice,” She followed her friend to her room, sitting on the bed.

“That’s it?”

“Yep.”

“Then text him! At least ask where you’re going!”

“No! I’m not going to text Bruce Wayne on a Saturday!”

“Why not?”

“Because he’s Bruce Wayne! And technically my boss!”

“Ugh, I keep on forgetting that you work at Wayne Enterprises!”

“How? You constantly bring it up!”

“I don’t know,” Liza shrugs. “I just forgot. Maybe it’s because I haven’t seen you in two months!” Victoria can’t argue with that. She had essentially shut herself off from the rest of the world, using her built up vacation time to avoid being fired.

In her defense, she doesn’t have many people she could contact. Since coming out, and more so transitioning, her family has cut her off, and Liza is the only one who’s stuck with her.

“I know, I know, and I’m sorry.”

“You texted me like, twice!”

“I was busy.”

“FOR TWO MONTHS?”

“YES!” Victoria crosses her arms. “What about when you went radio silent when that rich ex boyfriend of yours took you to the Bahamas for a week?”

“That’s different.”

“Is it though? You didn’t tell anyone.”

“Whatever, I’m done talking about this if you’re gonna have such a bitchy attitude about it!” Almost as if it’s a different person, Liza is smiling and happy again. “So, what are you thinking of wearing?” “I don’t know,” Victoria’s voice is quiet, crossing her arms in a defensive manner. “A dress, I guess.”

“Short or long?”

“Long. I’m thinking my black strapless one.”

“That would look soooo cute!” Liza squeals. “Oooh! And you could wear those Christian Louboutin’s that I got you!”

“Yeah, that could work.” Victoria takes a deep breath, resetting herself. “But won’t it be cold? I should have a jacket.”

“But don’t you want to show yourself off?”

“I don’t want to die from freezing.”

“He’d lend you his jacket!” Liza suggests. “He’s a gentleman after all! He called an ambulance for a concussion and asked you on a date! He’s so into you!”

“But what if he learns my personality and doesn’t like it? What if he’s creeped out by my knowledge and love of the Batman?”

“Girl, you serious?” She snickers. “If I were you, I’d be a lot more nervous about him finding out about…other stuff.” Liza motions to Victoria. “Are you gonna tell him?”

“I don’t think I should have to,” She grips the hem of her shirt. “I’ve transitioned fully so if we do anything…he won’t be caught off guard.”

“What if he wants kids?”

“Tomorrow is my first date!” Victoria jumps up. “We’re going to dinner! THAT’S IT!”

“Okay Jesus, I was just trying to be helpful!”

“It’s not working!” She raises her voice. “I am nervous as all hell about this and I wanted you to help pick me out an outfit!” “FINE! I HELPED! I’M LEAVING!” Liza storms out of the house, slamming the door in the process.

Victoria flops down on her back, sighing, and just spaces out for a while. Her energy is completely drained from Liza, and she turns on her tv to try to clear her head. She doesn’t have anyone else, though, so she can’t really drop her best friend. On the TV, there are reports of a robbery and shootout at the bank. All of the assailants, wearing clown masks, are dead. She’s heard of this psycho criminal, known as the Joker. Leaving a Joker calling card at every crime scene.

Victoria has been trying to find as much about Joker as possible, but when he surfaced, she was locked away, hardly paying attention to anything else. She’s been picking up things about him, and he fascinates her. All his methods seem to be provoking Batman. One thing she completely missed was Harvey Dent. He was being appointed as the District Attorney the next day, and it completely slipped under her radar. Victoria’s phone buzzes. A text, from Bruce.

You don’t care that I’m introducing you to a few of my friends tomorrow night, do you?

She’s not good with new people at first, and Bruce Wayne’s friends? What is she going to talk about with the ultra rich? But seeing as it’s Bruce mother-fucking Wayne, she knows he’s expecting a ‘yes’ and the question was nothing but a courtesy.

No, not at all.

Great. I’ll see you tomorrow night.

[stheresya]

What do you think Elizaveta was like pre fold or during the time she was trapped in the fold?

it's difficult to say considering the only pre-fold content we have of her is The Lives of Saints, a book that does not go in-depth into its saint life and its narratives are known to be slightly fabricated for religious purposes. but assuming some of the elements in her tale had basis on actual events and leaving aside all the religious propaganda, here's what we roughly get: a peasant girl had a special ability with bees. one day her village was attacked by raiders. she saved them all. they repaid her heroism by tearing her apart in a field of roses. this little summary makes me assume there are two elizavetas: the elizaveta that always was and the elizaveta that she became after the attack.

elizaveta is one with the bees, thus she has always been deeply connected with plants, especially roses -- she's the patron saint of gardeners, after all. and this connection probably influenced how her senses are affected by the world around her. there's this line in aleksander's pov: "He remembered how Elizaveta had craved sensation—the taste of wine, the touch of skin, the feel of soft earth beneath her feet." (The Monk, Ch. 26, RoW) this tells me that elizaveta liked to indulge her senses, that she was often seeking things that were pleasing to the eyes, the ears, the nose, the tongue, the stomach, the mind and the skin. this may be the one thing that remained unchanged throughout her life because i think that craving to simply feel alive is probably a consequence of her power. it kinda reminds me of dyonisus who was a deity of vegetation and also greatly associated with pleasure. now imagine someone like that being trapped for 400 hundred years in a place that denied her of her senses? it's no wonder she went a little mad.

but of course we have to talk about what she became after she was "murdered". in true anti-grisha hate crime fashion her murder is quite horrific. she was killed in the village that she had saved, bound and torn apart while her own people (who were only alive thanks to her) did nothing to object. this definitely made her resent humanity as a whole. we know for a fact that she was very close to the darkling before the fold and they probably met shortly after this incident. i think he provided her a safe haven and a purpose to fight for, and he was also the only one who was as unique as herself back then. imagine an unique person with immense power rescues you from certain death, helps you get stronger and gives your life purpose? at the very least you'll spend the rest of your life in gratitude to that person. so it's no wonder that she grew to worship the darkling. their power and uniqueness made her think of themselves not only as superior to the otkazat'sya but also other grisha. i'm not sure when when her views on power became so twisted, if she began to think like that shortly after her "death" or while she was trapped in the fold. because it's curious that elizaveta is so unwaveringly loyal to aleksander despite their goals being different, and we can't even argue that that loyalty is due to his great power and his uniqueness because she spent centuries alongside two people who were as powerful and as unique as herself and she hated them. maybe she truly loved sasha even as he was.

of the 3 saints trapped in the fold, i'd say liza was affected the most. their place was in a constant state of un-life. they were isolated from the world, there was no food, no smell, no hunger, no wind, no temperature. everything was monochromatic. they were alive but not really alive. they couldn't even sleep to get some momentary relief. these circumstances would take a great toll on anyone, but specially on someone who's so deeply connected to nature and soil life such as liza. the one thing that kept her going was hope that she would be joining aleksander someday and they would rule ravka together, in the meantime she occasionally used her powers to toy with her worshipers a little bit and pretended to debate her "roommates" on the best course of action to get out of the fold while hiding her real intentions.

TL;DR: elizaveta was a nature girl who liked to enjoy herself, but having an unique power, being part of persecuted group, and being in prison for centuries in a constant state of un-life without the ability to shut out her conscious for one second probably messed her up.

[safehavenhqs]

Un nuevo habitante llega al pueblo con el nombre de CHO JEONGHUI "CHILLI". Sus datos confirman que su profesión es GOLFISTA PROFESIONAL, tiene 30 AÑOS y es originario de IKSAN, COREA DEL SUR. Algunas personas lo confunden con JEON JONGSEO.

¡Bienvenido a Safe Haven, KOKKIRI! Tienes 48 horas para enviar la cuenta de tu personaje. Esperamos que tu estadía en el pueblo sea de tu agrado.

Información del usuario

Apodo: Kokkiri

Pronombres: Femeninos

País/Zona horaria: Chile

Trigger warnings: Ninguno

Rostro reservado: Jeon Jongseo

Cupo reservado: 1.1

Información del personaje

Nombre: “Chilli” Cho Jeonghui.

Pronombres: Femeninos.

Fecha de nacimiento: 1 de Mayo, 1994. 30 años.

Lugar de nacimiento: Iksan, Corea del sur. 

Grupo al que pertenece: Forasteros.

Profesión: Golfista profesional. 

Perfil

Habilidades: 

Chilli comenzó a practicar golf desde muy joven, lo que le ha permitido desarrollar una amplia gama de habilidades tanto físicas como mentales. 

En el aspecto físico, destaca por su excelente coordinación, que le permite realizar movimientos precisos y controlados. Además, ha desarrollado resistencia física, soportando largas horas de actividad bajo diversas condiciones climáticas. Posee fuerza en el tren superior e inferior, que le otorga potencia y estabilidad en sus golpes, junto con una postura y equilibrio excepcionales, fundamentales para mantener la precisión en su juego.

Mentalmente, Chilli ha cultivado una notable capacidad de concentración y calma bajo presión, cruciales para tomar decisiones estratégicas en momentos clave. Su habilidad para la planificación estratégica le permite anticipar y adaptarse a las variables del juego, como el viento o el terreno, y su capacidad para gestionar el agotamiento físico y mental la mantiene enfocada durante torneos largos. Además, su adaptabilidad al entorno le permite ajustar su estilo de juego según las condiciones, demostrando flexibilidad y resiliencia en situaciones cambiantes.

Enfermedades: No.

Puntos de habilidad: 

Velocidad: 2

Agilidad: 3

Resistencia: 4

Ingenio: 0

Sigilo: 0

Ataque: 1

Defensa: 2

Fuerza: 3

Residencia: 

Chilli llegó a Safe Haven dos meses antes de recibir su casa a través del proyecto Phoenix. Aunque inicialmente no tenía intención de abandonar los lujos de su vivienda en Jupiter Island, que había obtenido gracias a su exitosa carrera como golfista, su agente insistió en que la mudanza era necesaria, aunque fuera por una temporada. La recomendación llegó después de que una creciente controversia la convirtiera en el centro de atención en el mundo del deporte.

Su rendimiento comenzó a verse afectado por la presión, y hay videos que muestran reacciones desmesuradas ante errores que, en el pasado, hubiera manejado con calma. Estos comportamientos inusuales alimentaron una ola de rumores, que van desde acusaciones de dopaje hasta especulaciones sobre problemas personales, como relaciones amorosas complicadas o rivalidades tóxicas con otros jugadores.

De acuerdo a Liza, su agente proveniente de Safe Haven y principal interesada en la casa del proyecto Phoenix, una dosis de rutina diaria en un lugar desconocido, donde es poco probable que la reconozcan, es justo lo que Chilli necesita para volver a concentrarse en su juego. Liza considera que este cambio de escenario le permitirá desconectarse de la presión mediática y los rumores que han afectado su rendimiento. La idea nació tras ver el anuncio del proyecto, que promete un ambiente sereno y propicio para la recuperación, ideal para que Chilli se reinvente y recupere su enfoque como atleta.

Curiosidades

Ante el público, la familia de Chilli parece limitarse a su padre, una madrastra de apariencia jovial, y su hermana adolescente, famosa en redes sociales por su belleza. El resto de la familia no tiene relevancia mediática, y fuera de Chilli y su padre, pocos conocen los detalles sobre la otra mitad ausente de sus progenitores. 

La madre de Chilli aún vive en Corea del Sur, junto a su otra hija, unos años menor que Chilli, quien supuestamente se encarga de cuidar la salud de la señora. Ambas la contactan con frecuencia para que cubra sus gastos. Siguiendo el consejo de su padre, Chilli accede, manteniéndolas calladas. Él insiste en que es vital que el parentesco permanezca oculto y sin relevancia pública, debido al historial criminal de la madre. Para Chilli, es más fácil seguir ese consejo y evitar problemas que podrían dañar su imagen.

Llegada a Safe Haven, se buscó un trabajo local. Fue a consejo de su agente, que le sugirió intentar vivir bajo otras condiciones para un cambio de perspectiva. Su psicólogo deportivo estuvo de acuerdo. El único acuerdo fue que no dejara ir su estado físico. Aunque Chilli accedió a todo, no hizo promesas.

Personas de interés

1: Elizabeth “Liza” Schneider, 37, agente deportiva de golf. Es originaria de Safe Haven. Con su trayectoria representando atletas de alto rendimiento, Liza puede permitirse trabajar desde donde sea mientras se mantenga conectada. Teniendo eso en cuenta, con la excusa de su primer hijo, que viene en camino, tomó la iniciativa de volver a casa junto con su jugadora estrella. 

2: Margarita García, 63, madre de Liza y quien le prestó asilo durante el periodo de tiempo en que le entregaban las llaves de la casa del proyecto Phoenix. 

[professor-lungri]

@liza-mirage

"Not really, no" Shere says, shaking his head. Another mark on his paper, nodding and humming along as he listens to Liza keep talking. He's used to these questions. Her mind is an inquisitive one, and one that he doesn't mind humoring. "I do not, for example, associate red with a negative thing. In my home country, it is a good color. It reminds me of warmth and laughter, of monsoon season spent drinking chai with my grandmother and the color of the clay beneath our feet. Green, too, has positive connotations, but yellow...yellow does not."

Shere didn't elaborate on that one, but he distinctly remembers the color as it licked its way closer to him, all those years ago, burning and hot.

Instead, he glances over and catches his fellow professor's eye and gives her a smile. "What does red mean to you, then?"

professor-lungri​:​

@liza-mirage​

Shere listened while she spoke, marking as he went, circle some things and marked out others. He nodded his head, her reasoning a sound one. The students needed to be tested, judged in a way, before their largest assessment to come. It wouldn’t be fair, after all, to throw them into the deep end and expect them to not fail. This way, with a paper, was smart. 

“As am I,” he said, glancing up and over, a small smile on his face. There were  things on his mind, there always was, but it was not a matter he wanted to discuss here, not right now. 

Liza’s questioning made him pause, setting his pen down and fully turning to face the woman across from him. A furrow tugged down at the middle of his brow but he considered her words. “I suppose it has to do with the way they make you feel? There’s this theory about colors that certain ones hold certain emotions. For example, yellow: many think it’s a happy color, but some would disagree, saying that because it is considered a ‘warmer’ toned color, it has connotations of anger that come inherently with it. I see them the opposite. Red reminds me of warmth and the sun, blue of sadness.” 

“But, I suppose, green can also mean ‘go,’ red ‘stop.’ It’s just how some of these are understood, I think.” 

“But do you ever think why?” She asked, leaning her head back against the back of the seat, considering it. She could read essays upon essays on colour theory in mere minutes, but they wouldn’t be able to give her the answers she wanted. She considered red though, things that were red. Blood, fruit, meat… sustenance. When she considered what she associated red with, it wasn’t anger. 

She scanned one of the essays, inputting a fair mark, moving onto the next. “I’ve always been curious about how these things started.” She said, glancing over at Shere. There were so many things that seemed to be universally agreed - feelings associated with colours, music associated with feelings, even facial expressions - though she had read studies about how those seemed to be biological. So many things that must have had a starting point, and caught on like wildfire, almost like humans were programmed at some point. 

[stormscngs]

NEC ASPERA TERRENT — cassius & ada: war and wisdom edition for @chaghansuren​ 

let your plans be as dark and impenetrable as the night and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt  — sun tzu.

ft. quote credits & playlist

[plusultraetc]

Fourteen Days of MHA | 13/14: Future, Growth, Change, Evolution

[Vague manga spoilers in the caption!! The snippet itself is all au :) ]

The aforementioned old WIP!! Not gonna lie, I've been thinking about this fic A Lot in light of recent chapters. It was originally inspired by this theory by class1akids and this post by sassypantsjaxon (which also inspired a web weave; that post hit me like a truck at the time okay? & you know what it still does!!) Anyway, I still have a lot of wildly different feelings about 'Kuroboro,' but if you want a fic rec that handles the concept in a really cool way, check out Crumbled Rooftops by Kyurilin on ao3!

Okay, that's enough links for one post. Snippet :D

[thetrevisostabber]

25-30 for miss aurora and dagger!

what stories do they like to tell? what stories do they like to hear?

aurora doesn't tell stories overly much- she's much more keen to listen, but she'll listen to any story you've got! just make the experience memorable. tragedy, comedy, romance, silly life anecdote- if you mean it she's listening

dagger likes to tell stories of community, and the family therein- he'll just mix those stories up with whatever his kids are feeling that day to hook their attention. he's not much of a storyteller but he has a very deep and soothing voice that his kids like to hear c:

who do they miss?

aurora misses ripley, most obviously, but she also misses her friend lassri lightkith very dearly. doubly so now that she knows what happened to her. she misses the friendship she had with another friend, remus, before things got difficult between them. most of the sisterhood she misses dearly.

dagger misses lhazaar, one of his dearest friends back on riedra, who was someone he was considering marrying- not because he wanted to, but because being with her felt less awful because of their closeless. she was the first person in his life to question the path of inspiration. this questioning had her taken by the inspired! and set him on his own path of questioning and fear that ended up taking him off riedra entirely in the end and into a brand new life. he wouldn't have made it without her and he misses lhazaar every day.

how do they mourn?

aurora Doesn't! and it's a problem. not because she's Too Strong but because she goes into fervent, blatant denial unless confronted with direct evidence she cannot find a way around, multiple times and traumatically.

dagger has become someone who mourns. fairly regularly and healthily, actually. he's lost friends in his line of work; he takes the time to grieve, properly, memorializes them by planting something hardy in their honor. lhazaar has a tree in his backyard. it warms his heart to see his kids climbing it.

who would they kill? who would they kill for?

aurora would kill nearly anyone who crosses her with no questions asked at this point lmao. she Will kill for ripley and would have killed for philomena in an instant if her pos husband wasn't still someone she cared for.

dagger is reserved with his weapons for things that aren't fiends, given that his job is mostly safeguarding against both them and undead! but he wouldn't hesitate against agents of the dreaming dark! (uh oh!) his family are the first that he'd kill for, basil, lia, cloak, talamir, trial by fire, and [REDACTED], followed by the majority of his coworkers who he thinks highly of

who would they save? who would they be saved by?

aurora would Furiously insist that she isn't the one who should be saved, she does the saving, but in reality i think starrin stands a good chance if he can overcome his own sins :^)

dagger has been saved, primarily by lhazaar, cloak and [REDACTED], and now it's his turn to save others :3

what do they seek out from others?

aurora seeks out very little from others and it surprises her when people give her things oops

dagger seeks out community and fellowship!

[aceofwonders]

it’s been HOURS and i still haven’t recovered from hearing chasing twisters 

[literatetm]

@illiteratetm​

“  don’t  ignore  me.  ”

[oh-atlas]

new pc vibes for nancy’s game!

[shadowglens]

They were already answered whoops, 45 and 50?

45. is your character pragmatic? think first? responsible? all action? a visionary? passionate? quixotic?

she tries to be pragmatic, but in any situation she needs to center herself first else she lose control. nothing is rushed with sara, everything is slow and methodical and thought through. she tries not to let her emotions and passions get the better of her, tries to be practical, but it’s a work in progress.

50. what are the prevailing facial expressions? sour? cheerful? dominating?

she smiles a lot, but it’s always a small thing, never as full as she wants it to be. she also tends to have a faraway look on her face, as if she’s lost in thought.