#chats ⸻ aiyla

[isolatednights]

@homelander-rp-blog asked "Do I know you? You look so familiar. How long have you worked here?"

it was rare she knew why they were bringing her somewhere until one of the little vought worker bees met her at her destination, shoved a folder into her hands and began rattling off exactly what mess she'd been called in to assist cleaning up. this time seemed... different. she'd been preparing for bed when she'd gotten the call ( be at the airport in an hour ⸻ you're needed at headquarters ) and upon landing in the early hours of the following morning, she hadn't been met with a barrage of information, but silence.

they'd situated her in some room ( the freshly pressed coffee, flaky pastries and comfortable couches the only thing keeping her irritation in check ) and otherwise left to wait. cradling yet another cup of the steaming liquid to her chest, the woman was standing by the windows ⸻ blue hues observing the city below as it began to buzz with life, when the question startled her out of her thoughts. glancing over her shoulder, aiyla couldn't help the slight furrowing of her brow at the sight of the other supe, her gaze momentarily flickered behind the man ( curious if someone else might be trailing after him to brief them both ⸻ but even that would be an oddity, wouldn't it? she never dealt with the big faces up front ).

"i don't believe we've met." she eventually settles on, turning entirely to face him. "i've worked for vought a handful of years but i fear i'm not nearly as front facing as you are, sir. perhaps you've seen me in passing," the smile she offers him is light ( though it fails to meet her eyes ). "i ⸻ are we having a meeting? i haven't been told much since i arrived."

[surv1vor]

CLOSED. PLOT: it’s the end of the world ( whether it was zombies, war, plague is entirely up to you ) but the trio started as strangers and at some point along the line became travel companions. they’ve all become very dependent on one another - ride or die style. MUSES: aiyla ersoy ( former nurse, 28 ) & roman hargrove ( former body guard, 37 ) OPEN TO: any dynamic welcome ( if romantic, poly preferred, 25+ f )! @indiestarter

“you two are worse than a mother hen,” she murmured, blue hues dropping to look at the relatively fresh wound to her arm. it’s been cleaned and wrapped to the best of her ability, given their limited supplies, but wasn’t that the entire reason they’d come to the pharmacy to begin with? tossing a few more items into her bag, she pulled it over her shoulder. “come on. i can treat it once we’re back to camp and then the pair of you can stop your worrying.”

the man can’t help the snort that escapes him at her words, dark orbs watching as aiyla makes her way passed them. given the way the world had fallen to ruin, roman is inclined to think they were in the right for worrying as they did. a small infection could be a matter of life or death if push came to shove ( which was why he’d pushed so hard to find this damned place to begin with ). “she’s going to think she can manage the stitches herself, but i guarantee one of us is going to need to help her.”

[isolatednights]

eyes roll at his playful quip ⸻ and as the next words escape him, aiyla finds herself tempted to point out the double entendre ( instead, teeth capture her lower lip to keep the amused smirk from broadening as she offers a quick dip of her head in agreement ). "pretty sure my calendar is clear for the day after tomorrow. it's a date." the glide of fingers against her flesh causes her to momentarily still before leaning into the warmth ⸻ her own hand raising to clasp around his wrist before smoothing down his forearm. the tone sets a delightfully little shiver creeping down her spine as a soft noise of acknowledgement escapes at the question. "maybe. i'll have to get back to you on that one." offering another gentle squeeze to his arm before he can withdraw, aiyla flashes a brief smile. "sleep well. i'll see you in the morning."

seeing him out, the woman had been slow to end her night. staring up at the ceiling, aiyla had spent hours rolling through thoughts and possibilities ( all revolving around the man she'd sat across from for dinner ) before eventually exhaustion took her and she'd fallen into a somewhat restless sleep. as one who typically rose with the sun to begin a slew of chores, it was surprising to see the sun already creeping through her window by the time she'd woken and the woman had forced herself to scramble up and rush through her morning routine before going off in search of beck.

spotting the man well before he'd caught sight of her, blue hues moved across broad shoulders and exposed skin, a murmur of a curse hissing out beneath her breath. aiyla is entirely certain that once the others start buzzing about for their days, he's certain to have a little crowd standing nearby exchanging murmured words and casting appreciative glances. it's his greeting that seems to snap her away from her own quiet admiration ⸻ face flushing at the thought of potentially being caught before she's moving to finish her approach. the smile she flashes in greeting is almost sheepish. "i can certainly try, no promises."

clean fighting was thrown out the door years ago, and while she's more than aware of what he plans to do from his warning alone, a soft noise of surprise still escapes her. she's skittering backwards immediately, hand raising in attempt to glide along his arm to push it away from her with a huff. "no weapon or anything?" she murmurs out a huff. "the only thing i'd have against you is speed and surprise." and with the experience beck has outside compared to the rather sheltered existence she's lived? surprise seems to be off to table ; he's likely far too prepared.

"anything, to look more handsome for you." he couldn't help but flirt with her and hey if there was someone that could trim his hair he'd be all for that, before he really was rocking a man bun. "well, for date two? i think you'll be sore and exhausted tomorrow, after training, especially since its your first round with me so, how about the day after? plus, gives me time to find the perfect place." what he did next surprised even him, but he reached his hand to rest gently on one side of her face, his thumb brushing along her cheek. "do i seem dangerous to you right now?" he asked the question in a tone lower than usual, it was more.. coarse, a little deeper. "hope isn't a bad thing." but with that he leaned forward and pressed a very sweet kiss to her forehead. "i'm going to be a hopeless romantic and wish you sweet dreams, rest up, tomorrow will be a tough one." when he left that night, he left happy for the first time since everything became hell.

the next day came around, he spent a good couple hours thinking about her as he fell asleep but eventually he slept, and when we woke he was ready to get into a morning of training with aiyla. he was out bright and early, by the time she showed up he'd already worked up a sweat and given the good weather, he for once had decided to wear a vest and not a long sleeve. maybe he wanted to show off too, who could blame him? Either way Beck had his muscles on display, his shoulders broad. he was fit, in shape, mainly because the more in shape he was the better he was out there, he'd had to shape up pretty fast in the early days.

"there she is, morning gorgeous." it rolled of his tongue so easily to compliment her. beck pushed his hands through his hair and took a quick drink of water. "you ready to try and beat seven bells out of me?" he teased, his smirk already growing because all that lingered on his mind was the feel of her lips on his and every now and then he caught his gaze falling to her lips. "first things first, i wont be teaching you some nice form of fighting, if it comes down to it dirty fighters always win, there's no rules in the real world, judo and karate and all that sport fighting doesn't exist so if i came at you, full force attack right now, what are you going to do aiyla?" he threw the question her way, it was a pre warning to what he was about to do and then, he lunged forward, reaching for her middle swiftly.

[isolatednights]

OPEN TO: any ( masc if romantic ) PLOT: it's the zombie apocalypse ( can be the walking dead or something else entirely! ) MUSE: aiyla ersoy, former pharmacy tech, 30

the duo had met by sheer chance at a refugee center located in one of the big cities. their bunks had been next to one another, so naturally, they'd struck up conversation and formed a tentative friendship ( one that ended up saving aiyla's life a week later, when the area been overrun with the undead and they'd saved her from a freshly turned corpse ). how they'd made it out of the city was still a bit of a blur, but months had passed since that time and they'd stuck together.

spreading the map across the table of the house they'd taken shelter in over the last few days as they'd picked through the rest of the neighborhood and loaded up an SUV they'd come to call theirs, aiyla flickered blue hues up at her companion. "we've nearly picked through the neighborhood... maybe we should head toward the coast. we'd have a guarantee of food in the long run, we'd just have to find a water source. what do you think?" she murmured before her attention dropped toward the map once more. they'd begun marking off the area's they'd hit and what they ought to avoid based on the number of undead they'd spotted from a distance and already the map was becoming more and more clustered with color.

[isolatednights]

continued from HERE ( @svftlove )

lips draw into a small frown at the mans statement, knowing there's some sort of lie behind it. everyone longs for something these days, but aiyla realizes that perhaps its easier to simply ignore. wanting, after all, can be a very dangerous thing. "are you sure?" she murmurs, casting him a lingering glance before padding into the kitchen and beginning to rummage through drawers. "no need. i knew i was coming with you, so why write what i wanted down when i could look for it myself? not that it's anything horribly exciting. an extra set of clothes. a pack of cards or a book. hygiene products." offering a shrug, light hues flicker up to him. "more worried about everyone else than myself, to be honest."

[isolatednights]

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 @aerospectrum 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓: based on this 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄: aiyla ersoy & ( muse of your choice ! )

she hadn't set foot onto main street in almost two weeks ( when the world had flared with noise ⸻ as screams of terror ripped through the air accompanied by peppered gun fire as first responders attempted to stop the creatures and car alarms blared ). the world was quiet now ⸻ almost disconcertingly so. blues hues flicker over the destruction that remains, and part of her cannot help but wonder if it will always look like this ( if it will continue to fall into a state of decay, or if eventually they'll be able to return to some sort of normalcy that doesn't involve hiding and hushed conversations ). the inhale and exhale she manages are deep, but otherwise silent, and after a moment, she reaches over to tug gently on her companions sleeve. only once she's certain she has their attention does she point toward the pharmacy first, and then the grocer a bit further down. there were other places they would need to pick through, but only so much they could carry within their packs and not make too much noise.

[aiylabaysal]

Panic tipped out of her with an urgency she could focus long enough to pull a portal, but as soon as the vines snaked around her ankles there was no way forward for her. She wanted to throw her fists against their jaw but no matter how she tried to pull away, fluttering her fings as hard as she could she got nowhere. Her face flushed and Aiyla, "The feeling is mutual buddy you're kinda being an insufferable ass hole right now. Insisting the party is going and going well look around the town suffering and you are helping to cause it!" She shouted it twisting against the vines and clawing at the thick plants that shattered any illusion of a good time Mason had been attempting to create.

She inhaled sharply clawing at the dark space around them she would ask forgiveness later and drew a deep breath as she was about to emit a scream that could shatter windows and ear drums.

He ignored her comments of their childishness, all they were trying to do was have a little fun. Why did everyone have be so serious all the time? What good did that ever bring? Arguments and aggressions, that's all. Why was it that whenever things didn't go way people planned it was bad and fun stop? There were more than one way to enjoy life, if one way doesn't work out there were a plethora of different avenues to trail, people lacked creativity these days and it was a shame.

As the cool night air hit, arms spread as he took in a deep breath. He felt the earth under their feet, life in the veins of plants reflected into the magic in their fingertips and with desire to hold back no longer present, the act dropped with a Cheshire Cat like smile, "I'm sick of you." Since the brief talk with Rae, Mason had been practising, start small she said, with plants, and he listened. Vines crept along the ground now, snaking under both their feet on the path to wrap around her ankles. But this little bit of magic wasn't enough, the craving hit now, to blend into the shadows like he had seen around their eyes, growing and growing like the vines, "Nature is wonderful, isn't it. Are you an outdoors person Aiyla? Too bad there's no sun but things grow in the dark too."

[isolatednights]

𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐟𝐨𝐫 ⸻ @wexarethewalkingxdead

squatting beside the little brook babbling through the otherwise quiet forest, aiyla squinted up through the leafy tree tops in hopes of gauging how late in the day it might be as she filled one of her empty water bottles ( knowing the amount of daylight would determine how long she had until she had to find somewhere safe for the night ). releasing a soft huff at the discovery that it was still mid-morning ( that it would be hours yet until she could reasonably crack open one of the cans within her pack or boil the freshly retrieved water ), the woman capped the bottle and carefully pushed herself up once more to continue onward.

she isn't certain how long she continues on before the familiar groans of the undead reach her ears. she's preparing to change her course ( avoidance, she's learned, is often easier than wasting her energy on taking down one or two ) ⸻ but the shuffling of feet amongst the deadfall and undergrowth gives her pause ( distinctly rushed and likely human ). whatever plan may have been coming to mind halts immediately when a girl stumbles into view ( it takes a moment to blink back her shock before aiyla is moving forward ⸻ hunting knife finding its way into her hands to dispose of the two undead that are trailing in her wake ).

when its done ( once her knife is slickened with blackened blood and a sheen of sweat trickles at her brow from a combination of the heat and the effort ), blue hues turn to take in the girl. "hey ⸻ hey it's okay. you're okay ⸻ shh," the words are crooned softly ( her gaze sympathetic because she too knows what its like to be terrified and alone ).

[isolatednights]

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 (𝐱)

a hand reaches out from beneath the covers ⸻ fumbling blindly along the side table before she manages to snatch her phone and tilt the screen in her direction. the numbers that reflect back at her indicate that even if she did leave then to return to her own apartment to ready for the day, she'd been risking being late. with nothing overly pressing on her schedule that day, would it really kill her to linger ( to make up the hours that evening instead? ).

dropping the phone back onto the table, blue hues rise to look at the man. already it was a tempting enough offer with the smells that were drifting in from the kitchen, and after a moment she playfully rolls her eyes, "only if i can use your shower after," she bargains with @voughtsvintagehero.

[isolatednights]

[ zombie apocalypse prompts ] “ how have you survived all this time on your own? “ ( from: Dominic / for: YOUR CHOOSING )

i haven't always been alone - she wants to say, but the words get caught in her throat. the only reason she'd survived when the outbreak had first appeared was the goodwill of others - people who'd protected and cared for her while she adapted to the new way of the world and find her own worth. a group she'd come to consider family - that she would have lived and died for - that had been torn apart by poor circumstance. some leaving to try and find family elsewhere. others never returning from supply runs. the final nail in the coffin had been a group of raiders falling onto their camp just as the sun was starting to set - driving them all apart. the woman had been on her own for weeks ( or was it months? ) now and had no idea where to even begin looking for the others.

"didn't," she murmured eventually, eyes dropping to the can of peaches in her lap - the first thing she's eaten in two days in attempt to avoid the dead and living alike. fishing one out to munch on, the woman releases a soft hum of content at the taste. "had a group. only been alone for a bit. what about you? you alone?"

@ofdisregard

[isolatednights]

a hand gestures in the direction of her phone still within his grasp as if to say 'but am i really being dramatic?' at the mention of starting with two cats, a soft noise escapes her ( some mix of disappointment and horror ⸻ for as much as she might joke about it, the idea of actually having that be her future is terrifying ).

the prospect of a doctor is intriguing, but the mention of the gym causes her to deflate ( they've encountered enough of those types of profiles for her to know what he's taking about without seeing it ). "two more, and if they're as horribly disappointing as the last, i'm calling it quits for the night and going back to letting people try to set me up on blind dates again." which had proven to be a miserable venture previously but it had to be better then this. "that or i apparently need to lower my standards. there's no way its actually this hard to find your person."

“ a million cats? “ he snorts, eyes rolling over at her. “ you’re being a little dramatic, don’t you think? “ the male nudges her lightly with his shoulder, nose scrunching a bit at the idea of her owning a million cats. not that anyone in their right mind could but, the image that had already burned in his brain made him shudder a bit. “ maybe start with two, and if you feel the urge to buy more, you can just call me so i can talk you out of it. “ he looks back down at the phone screen, swiping to the next possible candidate. “ what about this one? says’ they’re a doctor. “ he hums softly, swiping through the photos, seeing nothing but gym selfies. “ somehow i doubt that, since i don’t know of any doctor that has time to actually go to the gym. “ 

[lunarcovehq]

"Come, Watson, come!" he cried. "The game is afoot." 

WHO DONE IT? - PLOT DROP #3

Welcome players for the game is on! The Lunar Covians who rsvp'd have all received their roles and clues for the evening. But, now it is time to put them into action.

You all have been invited to the billionaire and inventor of the newest steam engine on the market, Mrs. Cara Davers, dinner party for one reason or another. Some of you were brought here under the guise of a social event for the elite, others felt as though they had been threatened to attend and even more believed they were there for a dinner in memory of the late Mr. Davers. But, what is certain upon arrival is that this isn't your typical dinner party...

CALLING ALL PLAYERS

Join us on Saturday over in discord for our Murder Mystery dinner! While the event is mandatory, this IC discord event is optional and is sure to be a bunch of fun. Participation will count as activity for the week as well for those who RSVP'd last week and are active within the discord channel.

We have sent out all of the invitations detailing out your character's persona and clues your character is personally privy to, but if you have not received one yet, please send a message to the main so that we can resend it to you.

The instructions for how the murder mystery dinner will play out will happen in the discord channel step by step, but if you have any questions in the meantime concerning your character's role or clues, feel free to reach out privately to Becca so that we can talk you through it.

Also, please keep your character's clues to yourself for now. The fun part of the game is trying to uncover clues from everyone else as you go.

How you can prepare: Before Saturday, if you can create a new discord tupperbot or temporarily edit the name of your discord tupperbot to reflect the persona your character will be taken on that would be great. There will be some admins examples in the chat shortly. Below is also a list of the attendees that you can review before the dinner party begins.

And last but not least, we hope you have a brew-tiful time!

MRS. CARA DAVER'S DINNER PARTY GUEST LIST:

Your Host, Mrs. Cara Davers - Played by Brielle Rivas

The Hollywood Starlet, Blaze Starlight - Played by Mason Mahir

The Drunk Sea Captain, Captain Richard C. Mahn - Played by Culver Blithe

The Professor, Professor Blake Nightshade - Played by Kui James

The Butler, Ms. Pennington "Penny" Pennyworth - Played by Elif Karadaş

The Heiress, Ms. Milan Marriot - Played by Safiye Yildiz

The Cook, Ms. Ginger Schnapps - Played by Dilan Selvi

The Nurse, Nurse Joy - Played by Jonah Rivas

The Widow, Mistress Ivy Hemlock - Played by Briar Reed

The Cars Salesman, Camry Chevrolet - Played by Ralph Middlemas

The Valet, Addie Valley- Played by Aiyla Baysal

The Maid, Mademoiselle Pain- Played by Ben Anak Bandi

The Social Climber, Carrie Eastwood - Played by Julian Chandler

The Working Wife, Mrs. Goldie Berg - Played by Poppy Hastings

And her Trophy Husband, Mr. Heiss Berg - Played by Aaliyah Rose

The Uninvited Guests:

The Inspector - Played by Sheriff Cavanaugh

The Lighthouse Keeper, Old Mr. Jenkins - Played by Nico Castillo

[isolatednights]

OPEN TO: any ( fem 21+ if romantic for a lil poly ship ) PLOT: about a year and a half ago there was some sort of apocalyptic/world ending type event and they've taken refuge on an island and built a little life there MUSE(s): aiyla ersoy, 30 & alaric mason, 45 (test muse, can swap him out for a different male muse)

alaric had stumbled upon it all by chance ⸻ the little island and the untouched handful of cabins that resided there. he’d been on his own for a handful of months, building it up as a long term residence when he'd stumbled into aiyla while on a search for supplies. how he'd ended up inviting her back to his little island was almost as much as a mystery as how their third companion had joined them ( though that heart attack he still attributed to aiyla, who'd dragged them back and scared the absolute hell out of him when he'd spotted the unfamiliar face ). but they were going on nearly six months now that their little trio had created a comfortable little life together.

what remained of winter were finally giving way to the creepings of spring, and with that came the decision to take a lengthier trip to the mainland. it was dangerous, but the man knew there were certain supplies they wouldn’t be able to fish, farm or make themselves. it had been almost two weeks since he'd been back to what he considered home and as the island and its dock grew closer, the man couldn’t help but sigh in relief.

aiyla understood the necessity behind the need to leave ( to search for or trade for supplies they might not be able to otherwise acquire themselves ) but she never enjoyed when their little trio separated. without a means to properly communicate, it was a new test of patience in hoping whoever left would come back safe. they tried to plan on how long one or another would be gone ⸻ but there were never any guarantees. she'd learned it was better to just keep herself busy even as the anticipated arrival drew closer ( better than watching the horizon and worrying if an extra day or two passed without the others return ).

with dinner cooking on the wood stove and night steadily starting to fall, aiyla was sprawled out on the couch, book in hand when the door opened. perking up at the sight of alaric, she all but tossed the book aside. "you're home early! and just in time for dinner too."

[starlingsrps]

joe becker

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: joseph andrew becker

REASONING: well he needed a name so joseph for his maternal grandfather, andrew for his father. he does not talk to either of those men so it's great!

NICKNAME(S): joe, joey but no one has called him that since high school

PREFERRED NAME(S): joe is it

BIRTH DATE: september 30

AGE: twenty nine

ZODIAC: libra

GENDER: male

PRONOUNS: he/his

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: heteromantic

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heterosexual

NATIONALITY: canadian

CURRENT LOCATION: wayfield

LIVING CONDITIONS: he rents a town house. having walls and space and a backyard was very much a pride thing but he also wanted to be able to turn his dog out into the backyard and let him run until he sleeps.

BACKGROUND

BIRTH PLACE: vancouver

HOMETOWN: wayfield

SOCIAL CLASS: solid middle

EDUCATION LEVEL: high school diploma; fire academy

FATHER: drew becker, 50.

MOTHER: lisa turner, 50.

SIBLING(S): oh, he's sure they're out there but no one has looked him up.

BIRTH ORDER: only as far as he's aware.

CHILDREN: jesus no. he was adamantly 100% not having kids up until the past three years when he started thinking that maybe it wouldn't be the worst if the conditions were right.

PET(S): jake, mutt. jake is his son.

OTHER IMPORTANT RELATIVES: maggie becker, 70, paternal grandmother. when joe was seven, his mother took him on a trip to wayfield to visit his father and then forgot to take him back to vancouver. and changed her number. and hasn't been heard from since. joe was raised mostly by his grandmother with a light assist from drew but drew took off for an oil fields job in alberta when he was twelve and also has not been heard from since. he and his grandmother don't hate each other but also don't hang out too much. he'll see her for an hour at the holidays and then they're both good until the next one.

PREVIOUS RELATIONSHIPS: what is a relationship really? honestly: aiyla is the only one that really Matters. there were women after her and then there was a lot of nothing while he fixed his shit and there have been since but no one has knocked him on his ass and been a Relationship since her.

ARRESTS?: there have been some slumber parties at the local police station, including several for drunk and disorderly and possession. he has had friendly chats with local law enforcement for shop lifting and vandalism. he's amazed they let him be a fire fighter too.

PRISON TIME?: always escaped by the skin of his ass.

OCCUPATION & INCOME

PRIMARY SOURCE OF INCOME: firefighter/emt

CONTENT WITH THEIR JOB?: expressing contentment or pride in something is difficult for him to do but he is. after his last bad bender, he figured it was either fix himself or prison. he doesn't trust or like cops and the city was looking for firefighters so here he is. he finished his emt training last year and now does double duty.  

PAST JOB(S): little bit of whatever paid beer money.

SPENDING HABITS: budgeted and reasonable. he didn't grow up with much and he hasn't shaken any of those habits.

MOST VALUABLE POSSESSION: jake, even if he was fifty bucks at the shelter.

SKILLS & ABILITIES

PHYSICAL STRENGTH: pretty good. never know who or what he's going to have to lift in the course of the day.

SPEED: joe running is either an indicator of fire or emergency. he'll jog in his free time but no further.

INTELLIGENCE: average. he definitely didn't live up to any kind of potential as a kid and kind of absorbed the idea that he's stupid. he's curious and willing to work hard if motivated to do so.

ACCURACY: fine!

AGILITY: fine!

STAMINA: high. he doesn't sleep a whole hell of a lot and is one of those nightmare humans that's fine running on five hours of sleep.

TEAMWORK: he's learned that he's actually a very good team player rather than a loner.

TALENTS: very good at whistling, other various mouth related activities.

SHORTCOMINGS: he's a very harsh judge and it's very hard to change his mind once it's been made up.

LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: english

DRIVE?: yes

JUMP-STAR A CAR?: yes

CHANGE A FLAT TIRE?: yes

RIDE A BICYCLE?: yes

SWIM?: yes

PLAY AN INSTRUMENT?: nah

PLAY CHESS?: nah

BRAID HAIR?: nah

TIE A TIE?: nah

PICK A LOCK?: yes

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS

FACE CLAIM: alden ehrenreich

EYE COLOR: brown

HAIR COLOR: brown

HAIR TYPE/STYLE: short and curly. he tries to keep it short because otherwise it gets ideas.

GLASSES/CONTACTS?: nah

DOMINANT HAND: right

HEIGHT: 5'9

BUILD: sturdy, excellent shoulders and arms.

EXERCISE HABITS: he works out in the gym whenever he's at the firehouse. he sees it as part of the job rather than something he genuinely enjoys.

SKIN TONE: fair

TATTOOS: nope.

PIERCINGS: nah

MARKS/SCARS: some moles and scars - big one on his left thumb from a broken beer bottle.

USUAL EXPRESSION: poker face.

CLOTHING STYLE: jeans, t-shirt, flannel. variants are rare.

JEWELRY: nah

ALLERGIES: almonds

DIET: nothing notable, occasionally has to remind himself to eat an apple now and then.

PHYSICAL AILMENTS: nah

PSYCHOLOGY

MORAL ALIGNMENT: chaotic neutral

TEMPERAMENT: choleric

ELEMENT: air

MBTI TYPE: INFJ - the logician

MENTAL CONDITIONS/DISORDERS: probably some stuff in there that he really isn't the mood to plumb the depths of.

SOCIABILITY: reasonably good - it took some time for him to re-learn how to socialize once he got sober but he's at a point where he's comfortable with going out with friends and nursing a diet coke.

EMOTIONAL STABILITY: anger management really worked wonders. he's much better about expressing himself now which is a double edged sword because he's a sarcastic fucker.

PHOBIA(S): sometimes he's having a cigarette and looking at the water and thinks "oh shit it's dark out there and that water is super deep" and he has to go back inside the bar.

DRUG USE: nope.

ALCOHOL USE: nope. he's been sober for five years and he takes it very seriously.

PRONE TO VIOLENCE?: not anymore but he's definitely almost been punched in the last calender year because he can't keep his mouth shut.

MANNERISMS

SPEECH STYLE: fast, quippy.

ACCENT: nah, not really.

QUIRKS: he will tell you that he's too boring for quirks anymore. he does talk to the tv or jake when home alone though.

HOBBIES: he always meant to pick up a hobby with sobriety but ehhhhhh not really. bird watching? is he supposed to get into bird watching?

HABITS: walking jake, work, trying to find a hobby.

NERVOUS TICKS: he rubs the back of his neck and talks even faster.

DRIVES/MOTIVATIONS: spite

POSITIVE TRAITS: charismatic, loyal, sincere, hard working, brave, honest

NEGATIVE TRAITS: confrontational, impulsive, harsh, stubborn, prone to extremes

SENSE OF HUMOR: sarcastic

DO THEY CURSE OFTEN?: all the fucking time

FAVORITES

ACTIVITY: sitting on the back porch in the mornings with a cup of coffee while jake sniffs every single inch of the yard

ANIMAL: dogs

BEVERAGE: diet coke

BOOK: the shining

COLOR: blue

DESIGNER: he couldn't name a designer if you held a gun to his head come on.

FOOD: pizza

FLOWER: there's a lilac bush by the station that he likes to sniff

GEM: he knows them based on color so no he doesn't know enough to have a favorite.

HOLIDAY: halloween

MODE OF TRANSPORTATION: walk or drive

MOVIE: fellowship of the ring

SONG: "fat lip" because pop punk's not dead, it just gets tired sometimes.

SCENERY: the water until he starts thinking about it too hard.

SCENT: rain and that lilac bush

SPORT: whatever is on the tv at the station

SPORTS TEAM: nah?

TELEVISION SHOW: the office

WEATHER: summer

VACATION DESTINATION: he doesn't think he's ever been on a proper vacation. couldn't tell you.

ATTITUDES

GREATEST DREAM: just keeping his shit together permanently.

GREATEST FEAR: he's glib about being afraid of anything but he is so, so afraid to ever break his sobriety. he's convinced that everything else would fall apart immediately afterwards.

MOST AT EASE WHEN: when he's at work on a task and/or hanging out with friends

LEAST AT EASE WHEN: he feels backed into a corner. doesn't matter if he actually is. if he feels like it, he's an asshole.

WORST POSSIBLE THING THAT COULD HAPPEN: see above it's the same as fear.

BIGGEST ACHIEVEMENT: this. it's very hard to get him to admit that he's proud of himself for anything but if he could admit it, it would be that he made it to this point.

BIGGEST REGRET: a lot of them. just....a lot of them. probably his last bender the most.

BIGGEST SECRET: he doesn't really have them

TOP PRIORITIES: protecting his peace is the biggest one. getting jake to sleep past six on days off is the other.

[isolatednights]

her head is already shaking before he's finished the statement ( no ⸻ no, no, no ). yet even with her rejection of the same, aiyla isn't a fool enough to know there is a truth behind the words ( and it makes her heart ache because when they'd married, years ago, it had been for love ⸻ they'd been happy ⸻ but his job and time had caused them to grow apart and now they were just going through the motions ). "you can't possibly know that." she murmurs, "you can't possibly know that you would be any different than he is."

OPEN STARTER : f or nb, no t*boo please ! MUSE : rocco kovacs, 45, he/him. cis man. unlabeled. former lieutenant in the military turned hitman. jon bernthal fc. PLOT: based on source link! ִ ࣪𖤐

“your  husband  neglects  you,”  he  starts,  straight  to  the  point.  the  decorum  within  himself  in  trying  to  keep  his  distance  from  them,  wanting  to  respect  their  marriage,  is  completely  gone.  “he  doesn’t  love  you  properly.  not  like  i  could.”

[romanmendez]

@aiylaxavci​ at: riverwalk

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​Roman didn’t mean to end up joining the riverwalk but he was notorious for wandering while on phone calls, and his legs had managed to carry him absentmindedly to a sickening display of festive lights. Clutching a to go cup from Ambrosia as he ambled, his dark eyes met a familiar face who also ended up cross-country to Bradford. “My favourite Avci.�� he gleamed as he approached. “I heard about your new venture at The Springs. Congratulations. I’m sure we’ll see it grow from strength to strength.”