#like any character that tends to be standoffish or like....snake like

[gifti3]

The way he took it so seriously lmaoo

[snobgoblin]

too tired to draw but I got Danny brainrot so I'm gonna take this ask game and just fill out the ones I want to lmao

💛 How easy is it for your character to laugh?

see you really have to catch him off guard because he tends to be kind of stern and standoffish? he wants to be respected (and is very socially awkward) so he generally won't laugh unless you really throw something unexpected at him- or unless hes very comfortable with you. also he hates puns and will groan when hearing them (glances at Julian)

💛 How does he put himself to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)

stimming... often he'll fall asleep watching some weird little moving doohickey. he can't let his thoughts get to him or he'll be up all night. this way he sleeps like a rock. sometimes he sleeps against the window if it's not too cold and watches the fog swoooosh in the moonlight

💛 How easy is it to earn his trust?

depends on your definition of "trust". like he trusts Portia pretty easily because she spilled secrets to him first and he knows he has leverage over her, in a way. but he will NOT let you have any leverage over him unless he has something on you first. part of it is paranoia from living in a world with magical beings- he won't even give his full name to strangers for fear of them having power over him. he doesnt trust easily to say the least

💛 Does he consider laws flexible, or immovable?

pretty flexible. part of him is like "rules i must follow rules i must have defined boundaries" but another part of him is like "all these rules are made up and arbitrary anyway so I should just be guided by what I consider to be right or wrong" so he's conflicted about it I guess. he does pay his taxes though. unlike Asra and Lucio

💛 What was he told to stop/start doing most often as a child

READING PEOPLES MAIL. he's naturally curious so he would go through his father's satchel when he was home and snoop in people's business. he learned how to not leave any evidence he was in them, which he uses for some investigations

💛 Does he swear? Does he remember his first swear word?

he doesnt usually. he may occasionally say "damn it" or "gods" if he's really screwed but he's really not one to swear. he's super tame with it. if he's really done with Lucio's shit in any route he might say "let's kick his ass"

💛 How does he cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?

INVESTIGATES. if he's confused he will ask questions. if he can't ask questions without drawing suspicion he will Find Out Another Way whether that be books or going through your belongings, in extreme cases

💛 What color does he think he looks best in? Does he actually look best in that color?

he thinks he looks great in gold and he does but honestly he looks good in any color he's very handsome. my favorites to put him in are deeeeep red and purples

💛 What animal does he fear most?

you would be hard pressed to find an animal he IS afraid of tbh. he happily approaches snakes, wolves, and poorly trained (biting) hunting dogs- he's not afraid of bugs either

💛 How does he speak? Is what he says usually thought of on the spot, or does he rehearse it in his mind first?

he lives in his mind and lot. he thinks more than he speaks and he doesn't always realize it. if it's a planned meeting or something he'll often rehearse or try to prepare but he's not generally *too* anxious about it. just socially awkward. but he doesn't dwell on it too hard usually especially if he's working at a higher goal

💛 Is he easily embarrassed?

yes.

💛 What embarrasses him?

being perceived slash being vulnerable in any way shape or form. if you see him doing anything that can't be seen as cool and mysterious or respectable in some way he thinks he's ruined

💛 What is his favorite number?

15

might revisit this game later but for right now I have satisfied the brain worms

[vacantgodling]

#41: Erebos Verdine

The darkness that once cloaked you was stolen; in the hour of suffering and bated breath, you were stripped of what was once yours. Now you bloom bright in the darkness, dead but undead; alive but barely. To find your place in this world… you aren’t sure what that would look like—as you know its one you shouldn’t be apart of. But with this light you now wield, you will carve out your place, and what a fine chiseler you will become.

“erebos” means darkness. “verdine” means green dye.

22, agender (they/he), romance: no. sex: yes—he’s very into the idea of it but has 0 experience. preference: none; he’s cool with anything

the only pale skinned character in this wip, the reason for his oddly near paper white skin is due to the fact of an accident in his childhood in which he nearly died. only the dead in terrae are pale, and his color began to seep from him in the wake of this accident as he got closer to death. thankfully, he was revived, but the damage was already done—now anyone who doesn’t know him gives him a wide berth because to terraneans, he is essentially a walking ghost. his eyes are also extremely light grey, only one shade off from blending into his sclera, which does impede his sight in direct brightness. it’s a good thing then, that he is originally from Snake’s Canyon; however he felt too restless to stay after the accident and braved greater Terrae despite this. he has extremely curly gray hair that falls across his face and reaches his shoulders; the hair itself having an ombré effect from ashen brown at its roots to gray at its tips. he usually uses his hair to hide his eyes in direct sunlight and has become adept to seeing through his bangs. he has a smattering of stubble on his chin and the beginnings of a soul patch (also light gray) but he’s yet to let it fully grow out. he’s about 5’7” and has a lithe, slim build. he tends to wear black and dark clothes as is SC’s tradition.

a HEXER, who is able to truly take advantage of lumine’s darker expression. he carries an unnamed telus (telus weapons are magically inclined weapons) lantern staff with him, which is what he channels his curses through (the draining of ars in any regard is considered a “curse” in terrae because ars is directly associated with sentience basically). he has a weak constitution especially because the almost dying left his immune system compromised, and one good hit could fuck him up—however he makes up for it in sheer raw power thanks to his expert handling of lumine. the only character on par to him, that anyone knows of, would be jihi—but jihi uses his lumine to bend shadows and transport whereas erebos has no problem using it on others or monsters—whoever gets in his way.

erebos is a standoffish person; but mostly because people tend to judge him immediately the second they see him as either a corpse, or someone who shouldn’t be alive. he understands why people have these assumptions, hell, even his own family had these assumptions which is part of the reason he left SC in the first place, and he’s grown a thick, nonchalant skin to it. he does find it… darkly amusing in some regards—because he has to find humor in it otherwise it’s just depressing. he can occasionally make inappropriately timed dark jokes that get others to look at him sideways but it doesn’t bother him if people hate him. in some ways, it is a bit of a self fulfilling prophecy because he almost purposefully alienates other people so that they don’t have a chance to hurt him. it’s definitely part of his character arc to overcome some of this. otherwise, he can be caring—but in an off handed kind of way. usually he pretends he didn’t do something helpful just because he doesn’t know how to deal with positive attention but he slowly learns.

he’s definitely the odd one out on the contingent he’s in with jace, miki, erik, and dion—and knows that they don’t mesh well and they’re full of problems. he’d sort of prefer to not bring attention to himself while the other four are dealing with their own personal problems. he doesn’t hate them but he doesn’t really care about them either. some parts of him wishes he could just work alone and he somewhat resents that the guild won’t let him do so. he can brave the labyrinth by himself it’s totally fine! he promises! and so what if he sneaks out on his own to traverse it which is literally illegal and against the law :) dw about that :)

3 fun facts about them: growing up in SC like many (jihi most notably since he’s the only other character who grew up there), he prefers darkness to light and has pretty much permanent night vision; his eyes don’t need to adjust (or don’t take as long to) to darkness. part of his compromised immune system makes it so he cannot drink at all—even a sip can get him tipsy, so he usually avoids it. while sex positive and wanting to engage in it, he gets awkward and clammy when presented with the opportunity because he doesn’t know how to go about intimacy since most people have the “ah a corpse!!” reaction. when he tried to go to a brothel after first moving to lathsbury he just had an awkward time and hasn’t been since.

[plagues-and-pansies]

Hello!

This is going to be an informational post concerning my fic a lighthouse in the distance. It'll be a collection general information to help keep track of characters, locations, events, and other odds and ends as needed. I'll update it after every new chapter!

If you guys have any questions or have any ideas about more information I can add, please let me know!

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

Characters (In Order of Appearance):

(Notes on Character Descriptions: listen. listen to me. i do not give two shits what these people’s canonical heights are. they’re all horseshit. they’re gonna be as tall/short as i want them to be and you can’t do anything about it. are you listening to me? i refuse to be four inches taller than the dictator of a militant mercenary company.)

Chapter 1: 

Arata Natsuko, 22 (OC) - 5’5”; short, light brown hair; light grey eyes; fair complexion - main character/love interest, civilian, employed at Uoshin for four years, has been raising her sister Hikaru since their parents died in the Kyuubi attack, works too many hours, embroiders as both a hobby and a way to make extra income, is friends with several regular customers, most of them ninja, closest with Mitarashi Anko

Akimichi Aijirou, 40s (OC) - 6’3”; tall and large like most Akimichi; owns and operates Uohsin; retired shinobi; kind but doesn’t put up from nonsense from staff or customers; dedicated to taking care of his staff, takes pride in offering above average pay and fair employment terms; very protective of his employees

Matsuoka Hisashi, late 20s/early 30s (OC) - 6’0”, one of the bartenders/cooks at Uoshin, kind of like a big beefy older brother, is protective of the waitresses, especially if Aijirou isn’t there, will fight someone if needed, but Aijirou rarely lets him

Mitarashi Anko, 20/21 (CC) - 5’9”

Masumura Mizuki, 20/21 (CC) - 5’11”

Umino Iruka, 20/21 (CC) - 6’0”

Yuhi Kurenai, 22/23 (CC) - 5’11”

Sarutobi Asuma, 23/24 (CC) - 6’3”

Shiranui Genma, 23/24 (CC) - 6’2”

Gekko Hayate, 22/23 (CC) - 6’1”

Namiashi Raidou, 22/23 (CC) - 5’10”

Hatake Kakashi, 22/23 (CC) - 6’2”

Chapter 2:

Kuwamaru-san, 40s (OC) - dark hair; dark eyes; owns the takoyaki stand in the east district markets

Maito Gai, 22/23 (CC) - 6’3”

Arata Hikaru, 8 (OC) - 3’9”; long, dark hair; light grey eyes - attends a temple school in the east district, full of energy, loves animals, especially goldfish, very taken with Anko’s snake summons, can and will make friends with just about anyone, very blunt, loves Natsuko fiercely, will throw hands if needed

Urameshi-san, 60s (OC) - 5’5”; long grey hair; dark eyes; scarred hands; has a slight, right sided limp - owns the converted inn where Natsuko and Hikaru live, helps take care of Hikaru when Natsuko works late, considers Natsuko and Hikaru family, likes to gossip

Shiori, 26/27 (OC) - 5’7”; dark hair; dark eyes - a waitress at Uoshin, doesn’t like washing dishes

Nana, 25/26 (OC) - 5’10”; long blonde hair; brown eyes; very pretty - a waitress at Uoshin, lives two blocks from Natsuko, hesitant about having social relationships with ninja

Sakayo, 30/31 (OC) - 5’5”; light green hair; dark eyes; a waitress at Uoshin, tends to treat the other waitresses like an eternally exasperated older sister

Eiji, 33/34 (OC) - 6’2”; short dark hair; blue eyes - a cook/bartender at Uoshin, quiet, a little standoffish but mostly shy, likes to do his job and go home, but not in an insulting way, keeps his work station in neat order even when the restaurant is busy

Chapter 3:

Yamanaka Mai - 5’8”; short blonde hair; light blue eyes - works for a civilian-focused Yamanaka flower shot, brought the delivery of flowers sent to Natsuko

Tsumiki - One of Anko’s summons, juvenile Xenopeltis (Sunbeam snake), about 2’ long, cannot speak in a human language yet, nonvenomous, will be most suited to infiltration and observation, Sunbeam snakes are adverse to handling and must be cared for with caution

Orochimaru, early/mid 40s (CC) - 6’2”

Yamanaka Ineko, 50s (OC) - 6’3”; mid-length dark blonde hair; dark grey eyes - owns a grocery in the central markets where Uoshin gets most of their food; mother to three children

Nishimura Keiko, mid 20s (OC) - her mother was friends with Natsuko’s mother, asked Natsuko to embroider her wedding kimono, marrying into the Nara clan

Unknown Stalker, late 40s (OC) - 6’0”; short salt and pepper hair; dark eyes - a previous regular customer at Koshikawa, Natsuko’s first place of employment, tried to follow her home, dresses well

Okamoto Miwa, early 20s (OC) - 5’3”; light blue hair; light brown eyes - kunoichi, poor attitude, rude to most people, generally an unpleasant person to work and socialize with

Chapter 4:

Daisuke - One of Anko’s summons, Burmese python, 20ft long, nonvenomous, can speak in human language, but prefers not to, loves to curl up in sunspots, will rid pantries of mice and rats if given the chance

Locations:

Uoshin - a small restaurant/izakaya, owned by Akimichi Aijirou. Can seat about 50 people between tables and the bar; there are also three private dining rooms to the back of the establishment, but are almost always used specifically for ninja instead of civilians, and only upon request. The building is traditional, with a combination of plaster and screened walls, and has several exit points that make it popular with non-civilian customers. 

Arata Apartment - Located in the East District, third floor apartment in a converted inn owned and run by Urameshi-san, small kitchen with wood panel flooring, small living/family room and small bedroom with tatami flooring, one medium sized closet for storage, sliding glass door leads to a balcony

Ineko’s Shop - located in the central markets, has fresh produce from the Yamanaka farms south of the village, imports other produce, fruits, spices, etc from all over the Elemental Nations

Koshikawa - restaurant in the East District, Natsuko’s first place of employment

Natsuko:

Arata Apartment:

Embroidery Examples:

[insolitus-academy]

♚ // Face Claim

Full name Face Claim: Hwang Hyunjin

Group/Band/Occupation: Stray Kids

Nationality: South Korean

Faceclaim age: 22

♚ // Character ; Basic information

Quote: “The only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it.”

Full name character: Shiloh Yoram

Nickname: Mun refers to him as Shi

Realm of birth (if earth, nationality): Heaven

Age: Unknown (appears to be in his early twenties)

Date of Birth: Unknown (sometime around the 19th century A.D.)

Gender: Male

Preferred Pronouns: He/him/his

Race: Angel

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

What is the level of Korean and how did they learn to speak it (For non-Korean characters from other realms & other earth-countries): Native like, due to his power.

♚ // Character ; Appearance

Skin Color: Pale

Eye color: Blue

Scars: None

Piercings: Multiple fake piercings that he changes all the time

Tattoos: None

Hair color: Blonde

Abnormalities: His fair complexion has a radiant touch to it, highly visible in sunlight. Its intensity tends to vary depending on the context, usually proximity to unholy places or engagement into sinful behaviours causing it to fade.

Horns/ wings/ etc.: Rich double wings and a luminous halo that can only be perceived by other supernatural beings and devout human believers.

Transformed form: None

♚ // Character ; Personality

Six personality traits: Vain, captivating, ambiguous, blasé, intelligent, zealous

Likes: Americano coffee, the scent of petrichor, silk textiles, snakes (especially albino), white lilies

Dislikes: Untidy spaces, the sound of trumpets, being interrupted, routine, being coerced in any sense

Manias: Shiloh cannot stand overly cluttered and untidy spaces, so he makes sure to take extra steps in keeping his home neat.

Phobias: None

Animal: Weasel

Religion: Questioning it.

Favorite song: Måneskin - I wanna be your slave

Vice: Pride

Virtue: Diligence

Personality description:

Shiloh has a certain indifference to him, that of someone who has seen more than enough, yet all this passivity towards the world was turned into a high subjectivity, one that certainly resided within him from the very beginning. Shiloh is concerned about himself, hardly ever sparing a moment for another creature’s sorrow, which could conflict with his nature. This angel is no good, and has long ceased claiming to be so. He’s quite individualistic, making himself a priority above all. Regardless, Shiloh is not difficult to be around, although at first he might come off as reserved, as he is still foolishly refusing himself many desires. He is the kind that takes one step ahead and two backwards while testing waters, until finally taking a leap into whatever it is that sparkles his interest.

With quite an opinion of himself, the angel might come off as standoffish or arrogant, and this part of him only worsened the longer he mingled amongst humans. Shiloh is rather zealous and passionate, so once he has dedicated himself to something or someone, the extents of his devotion can reach heights that might even threaten his well-being, or the well-being of the person in question. There is a whole blaze that burns inside of him, and only time would tell what can happen once unleashed. Otherwise, he leads a rather calm and very comfortable life for now, as he’s put his knowledge to use for a greater good – his own greater good. He remains quite unfazed by most issues, even those that concern him directly, not dwelling too much upon risks and consequences. All in all, he is avid for new experiences as he questions his origins and so-called true nature.

♚ // Character ; Powers

Magical Powers:

Destiny knowledge – in virtue of his role as a guardian, Shiloh has access to an individual’s life, past, present and future all being revealed to him. Although he could alter outcomes, he is bound not to interfere so that the Creator’s plan would be carried out. It is, however, limited to the soul he is assigned to assist, or if otherwise summoned by the most skilled to grant spiritual guidance and protection.

Cosmic awareness – to a certain extent, Shiloh knows of all creatures and realms. In some cases, he possesses more in-depth knowledge, especially if it’s about beings he’s had direct contact with (such as demons). In most other cases he only has the basics concerning powers, spells, symbolism, artifacts and such. However, this does not apply to individuals, but rather to the class itself. He cannot know, upon simply encountering another being, what powers and weaknesses they have.

Peaceful passing – as the name suggests, Shiloh has the ability to grant someone a more peaceful passing, if he so sees fit. He can alleviate the agony of souls tormented by sin. In virtue of this power, Shiloh can contact reapers and negotiate the passing of a soul with them, if he is called to do so through special prayers when someone has a difficult passing.

Flight – self-explanatory, Shiloh can travel by flying.

Non-magical Powers:

Playing the harp and the flute, quite skilled at sculpting (he loves to make all sorts of clay figures).

Weaknesses:

Dark spawn – Due to his ambiguity, Shiloh is quite weak to the cunning tongues of dark spawn when it concerns his being. He is not necessarily easy to manipulate, but rather quite repressed in his passions, thus making him more prone to betray his faith.

Hubris – Everything about Shiloh’s personality and interests recalls an awful lot of those of fallen angels. His vanity and pride put him constantly on a fine line, yet so far he’s never overtly challenged his Creator. Nevertheless, he yearns for knowledge and power.

Spells and enchanted objects – There are certain spells or objects that can prevent Shiloh from interacting with a human’s soul. If cast or placed upon the body of the deceased, Shiloh wouldn’t be able to assist them through the soul’s passing. In similar fashion, one individual could employ such magic to cast him off as their guardian.

♚ // Character ; The Villager

Job/Occupation: Psychic

Lives in: Vighulir

Lives in: Sunna Apartments 1d

♚ // Character ; The Past

Date of Birth: Unknown (sometime around the 19th century A.D.)

Date of Death: N/A

Crime Record: Pristine so far.

Has your character attended Insolitus Academy in the past?

Yes

Background:

Frightful and dubious even to his own kind, with traits and tendencies that reminisced of the one whose name shall not be spoken, Shiloh has found himself incessantly in the midst of schemes and conspiracies. Cherished by his Creator, for most of his existence Shiloh has been assigned the role of guiding the souls of humans through the twenty aerial toll-houses, alongside their guardian angel. These peregrinations between Earth and Heaven left a significant impression upon him, little by little the seeds of spite and envy finding way inside his being. Countless were the times when Shiloh had to bite his tongue while passing from toll house to toll house with a double heart, not deeming the soul in his companionship fit for ascension. But the clench of his teeth and the remarks he’d oftentimes make about those spirits didn’t go unnoticed, bringing about a change that greatly displeased the angel.

Shiloh was a bit too orthodox, no pun intended, and highly righteous, following the will of his Creator to the letter, always diligent and quick to fulfill any assigned task. With such exemplary behaviour, he soon earned Their favour. Whenever off duty, the angel would pass time by playing the harp or the flute, two instruments he mastered to such heights that it made brows furrow and whispers go over parts of the Heavenly Kingdom, carrying concern and outright fright amongst those who had witnessed the Fall. Graced with beauty that even his kind would praise, the angel became the object of many’s suspicion, not only his aura shining over him, but also a sort of premonition, as if he was the one that would repeat a dreadful incident. With time passing, signs became difficult to ignore, and as Shiloh gave voice to his thoughts regarding his Creator’s mercy, distress took over parts of the kingdom. As if at any moment he could rise and lay claim upon the Throne.

Such thought never crossed the angel’s conscious, however. His spite lain elsewhere. aware of the many sins of humans, Shiloh couldn’t fathom sharing the same plane of existence as souls tainted by evil. They were not worthy of being in his presence, first and foremost, nor in the presence of his Creator. Why the latter chose to grant them such privilege was beyond him – it was unfair, too. And once They got wind of Shiloh’s complaints, a council has been held, for the signs were only becoming harder and harder to ignore. As they debated Shiloh’s fate, an unexpected guest paid them visit, one that made of the angel the object of a twisted bet. The hall shivered in fear as many saw in that gamble a prophecy to be fulfilled. Shiloh received his new condition with great offense, lamenting his ill fate to his Creator and accusing Them as the sole and unique responsible for such misery – the first act of overt defiance. The first time Shiloh cursed Their name under his breath.

Repurposed as a guardian angel and thus compelled to be in close proximity with the earthly world, Shiloh was to prove the strength of his devotion and the power of his will. Whether or not he would keep by his Creator’s side or renegade Their name was the object of said bet, many being certain of the latter outcome. Disguised as a humbling experience, the angel took it as a great offense and a damnation to misery. Humans’ life, however, proved to be far more interesting to him from certain points of view, and it didn’t take long before Shiloh began experiencing some of the fleshly urges, yet his faith was strong, unshakable. No temptation was too great for him to resist. All was to change when assigned the last human he’s assisted before his arrival at Insolitus, an intelligent, ambitious and charismatic woman that captivated him with her endeavours. Through her, Shiloh has seen how an earthling can acquire and use the knowledge of stars and cards as to offer others spiritual guidance. All that he knew, she did too, and he could only witness in awe the accuracy of her readings. However, she was fated a tragic end, one that Shiloh couldn’t possibly lead her to. After countless hours of inner conflict, the angel took the decision to disobey his Creator and interfered with her destiny, an act of defiance that would certainly ensure him a grim punishment.

With her passing and the menace of penalty looming over his head, the angel chose not to ascend back to Heaven, instead immersing himself completely into the world of humans. In her memory, and taking advantage of his own knowledge, Shiloh followed the same path, offering reading sessions and spiritual guidance through other means than those his Creator favoured. It didn’t take long before he’s made a name for himself amongst enthusiasts, for reasons more than obvious, and once tainted by earthly affairs, the angel began charging quite hefty amounts for his services. Yet the Watchers were observing his every move, and soon it became clear he wouldn’t be able to freely roam across the human realm without repercussions. To avoid being under their gaze, Shiloh chose to refuge himself at Insolitus, where he set up the same business in the comfort of his apartment, now carefully choosing his clientele as not to encounter any inconveniences.

However, the kind of temptations awaiting behind the gates of the academy proved to be greater than Shiloh’s holiness, his weaknesses only becoming more powerful, up to the point where they consumed his spirit entirely. An easy prey, the angel succumbed to the very desires that hung over his head like a guillotine, at the hand of a creature he grew to adore more than his own Creator. Without realizing, and still oblivious to this day, Shiloh forged his own false idol in an ardent quest to reach the heights of the mightiest. Blinded by promises and luxuries many could only dream of, he followed the Archdemon into the depths of the academy. Those were the days of pure bliss and joy, as the archdemon lavished him with his heart’s utmost desires, seemingly encouraging his pursuits, praising his perseverance, keeping him company and offering him solace in his darkest moments of despair. But those times proved to be too good to last and, against his will, without understanding his fault, Shiloh was forced back among the other creatures inhabiting Insolitus, left to his own means at his most vulnerable for, in truth, the angel no longer knew what do to with himself without Minwoo’s guidance. 

♚ // Roleplayer

Time zone: gmt+2/+3

OOC! Triggers: VERY explicit depictions of vomit. 

Themes/genres you like writing the most?: Drama, angst, fluff. 

[sandbees]

Okay I was thinking about how the other charathers that Arent the great Seven would react to the NRC students in the house of mouse AU. Like i can Imagine Azul asking Ariel if She wants ti make a deal with him and Ariel Is like "lol no", or the First year see Cruella de vil at One of the tables and they are like "She look so much like Crewel that She's giving us PTSD" or kalim and Aladdin becoming buddies :D.

Well, let me put in some headcannons then:

Word goes around that some of the Great Disney villains come to visit Yuu and everyone gets jealous.

So now whenever Yuu goes to work they always get asked to have them visit their world.

So, Yuu just says, “Meh ok, you guys can visit me whenever just ask one of the Great Seven or go through the mirror in my dressing room-“

And suddenly Yuu gets someone they met from the House of Mouse ever other day. It’s literal chaos and Yuu doesn’t know if they should feel exasperated or flattered.

Anyways, here’s some interactions between the dorms and some Disney Characters:

Heartslybul: Obviously when Alice comes to visit, she comments on how Heartslybul reminds her of the Queen of Hearts’ garden. When Yuu mentions that they paint the roses red, Alice sarcastically asks, “Does the dorm leader behead people who don’t paint the roses?” “...Well, he’s more lenient now but...” “...You’re serious?”

Ace and Alice get along swimmingly, basically quick quips and a lot of teasing. Yuu regrets introducing them to each other because they know the two are going to get into some sort of trouble. Deuce also gets along with Alice, though he can get lost in Alice’s rambles in imagination.

I think Alice would get along with Trey and Cater. I mean, they both give big brother vibes (Trey more than Cater). Trey would give Alice some tarts and Alice is like, “....He’s cool.”

Cater is going to take a bunch of pictures, and Alice is very curious about the device he’s holding (I don’t think phones or the internet existed during Alice’s time so...). Cater ends up teaching Alice about the internet and phones.

Riddle...ohhh noo. Once Alice broke one of the 810 rules and Riddle lightly scolded her for it. Alice thinks most of the rules are ridiculous and while Riddle has toned down on being strict, he’ll quickly get annoyed with Alice questioning the rules. There’s rules for a reason! The dorm was founded on these rules!!

Savannaclaw: It’s Simba, obviously. He’s curious to see the dorm after his...nefarious uncle. It’s much more nicer than he expected, though he’s a little off put by the dorm’s...rowdiness.

But he’s impressed with the Magishift practices they have when Yuu showed them.

He likes Jack, right off the bat. Jack has this sense of justice that he can relate to. I think they would get along pretty well. Oh, and probably how strong and buff Jack is.

Simba is wary of Ruggie, due to him being a hyena beastmen. He has...bad memories of hyenas. His wariness is correct, since Ruggie has tried to swindle Simba and Yuu to do some of his work. Does the relationship get better? Only if Yuu makes them hang out with each other haha.

Leona reminds Simba of Scar...to a certain degree. Lazy, cunning, and has this look where it seems like he could be planning something nefarious...

Ok, maybe not that bad, but Simba is weary of Leona. He kind of expected a character similar to Scar since this is the dorm based on him but...still. It’s really odd. It’s kind of rocky, but if Cheka comes over to visit, well...it could get better.

I mean, Leona does find Cheka annoying and calls him a brat but...Simba can tell there’s no malicious desire towards Cheka, which raises Leona’s “evil people don’t interact” list. That doesn’t mean Leona’s in the clear, but he’s ok.

Octavinelle: Surprise, surprise, it’s Ariel! She comes over, human legs and all. (Don’t worry! She got them from the nicer sorcerers). She wanted to visit Yuu and see how great NRC was! They had fun, and then they went to Mostro Lounge.

Ariel is terrified of the Tweels. They give her this...off putting feeling and they’re very intimidating. She does not trust them at all. She does like how they get up close and how they speak as if she’s some poor soul waiting to be taken advantage over.

That’s also why she does not trust Azul at all. He reminds Ariel of Ursula - especially when he tries making a contract with her. Uh-uh, no way. Never again.

This leads to Ariel dubbing NRC a dangerous place for Yuu to stay at. Why doesn’t Yuu come live with her and her family back at her world? Surely it’s much more safer than here! Why, Melody already sees Yuu as a big sibling so why not just stay at the castle permanently?

Ursula fumes at the thought of her enemy trying to take Yuu away and become their parent. That’s her role, dammit!

Scarabia: Kalim invites Aladdin, actually. It’s the most funniest scenario. Yuu mentioned to Kalim about the street rat that wooed the princess and Kalim says, “:00 WE SHOULD INVITE HIM!!” Jamil sighs and facepalms.

It’s actually going great! Aladdin is kind of shocked at the big party that Kalim threw, but it was a great welcome. He’s shook that Kalim apparently trusted Aladdin enough to show him the treasury room. “It’s open for all of the dorm to use! I don’t need much of it!”

Wasn’t NRC rumored to be a villain’s school??? What is this ball of sunshine doing here???

Actually, the Scarabia duo are good in his eyes. Sure, a little rough around the edges with Kalim being a bit too naive and Jamil being more of a watching snake, but they’re better than what he expected. Aladdin gets along with them pretty well!

And then they go on a carpet ride when Kalim introduces Aladdin to his magic flying carpet.

Yuu and Jamil scream at the two of them to get down as they fly across the night sky.

Pomfiore: oh no. Oh no no no. Snow White visiting Pomfiore is like...Neige visiting.

Vil is cold to Snow White, and she knows why. She’s seen the images that Yuu had of this “Neige Leblanc”. He certainly reminds her of her younger days. Which is why she completely understands why Vil is so standoffish of her.

What she doesn’t expect is Rook singing her praises and also kind of...watching her. It’s low key creepy but Yuu says it’s normal and since he doesn’t mean any harm Snow White lets it slide. They do have a good conversation though. Snow White learns to understand Rook’s...eccentric hobbies.

Epel and Snow White go together like apples and oranges. They go pretty well together, but they have contrasting differences. They could be passed of as siblings with their cute looks, as much as Epel hates to admit it. Though I’d like to think they have this “Soft big sister with a gremlin of a little brother�� dynamic. Or “Big sister that is harmless but has a badass little bother” dynamic. Just...a cool sibling dynamic, basically.

Ignihyde: Hercules comes by when he hears that a dorm was based off of Hades. He had to see what it was like. He expected the doom and gloom, but he didn’t expect all the technology.

He and Ortho go along swimmingly. I mean, he’s pretty chill around the more upbeat and cheery dorm member, at least. (Seriously, the others were such buzzkills). He also gets a good impression on Idia when Ortho affectionately talks about his big brother! Wow, so the kids here do have a heart! Unlike Hades-

Ok, so as much as Ortho talks so highly of Idia, Hercules does not see how Ortho does. I mean, Idia is a complete shut in and gloomy recluse! Why do you stick around him?! It isn’t until he speaks his mind about that comment does Ortho turn into a crazy murder machine. (“How DARE you speak of that about my brother!!”) Yuu has to save Hercules and the entire dorm before Ortho blows up the school.

So now Hercules sees how inseparable the two are and how much they care for each other, which yeah, that’s pretty cool. (Is also low key jealous, how come his half brothers weren’t like that?)

Diasomnia: Aurora visits with Maleficent. Both do not share ill will after their stories are completed. They actually do make amends. So Maleficent invited Aurora to see her grandson, and Aurora politely accepts.

They have tea with Malleus, and it is a very pleasant conversation. Aurora gets along well with Malleus, even suggesting maybe she should invite him and Maleficent to her kingdom one day. (Maybe when she gives birth to a beautiful baby. Maleficent liked that)

Lilia is also a fun one to be around! Aurora was so surprised by his scare that she had laughed. Ah, what a funny fae! Why, she hadn’t laughed this hard since...well, never. She likes Lilia and will come by if she needs a good laugh.

Poor Sebek though....he acts all uptight around Aurora because she’s a Queen and also aquatinted with Maleficent...he must be respectful to her at all costs! It takes a long time for Sebek to at least act a little casual around her. Maleficent says it’ll take some time, though Aurora isn’t sure if that time will come on her lifetime...but for the meantime, she is still happy to be around Sebek’s presence and have pleasant conversations with him.

Aurora and Silver...ok, let me say this: they got along during a sleepover. The Diasomnia gang + Maleficent and Aurora had a sleepover in the dorms to “better know each other”. I also think Aurora would feel sympathy for Silver if the conversation of him tending to fall asleep came up. Heavens knows she still has her sleepy spells even after her curse was broken.

Also- wofhenod I just imagine Aurora and Silver walking in the forest together and a bunch of animals surround them. (Yuu finds them and cries when they actually attracted a bunch of adorable puppies (or whatever animal you find cute). Cute, adorable animals that are so gentle with them that they start to cry due to stress from being at NRC (Silver and Aurora look at Yuu with concern and gently start comforting them)

Winfendien Suddenly I want a twin dynamic with Silver and Aurora. Even a sibling dynamic would be cool. Just two sleepy siblings that won’t hesitate to kick your ass.

[psalacanthea]

Just cuz I was thinking of it, this is usually what my OC profiles look like (for Derry and Lia, my DAO protags).  I found that in writing original stuff I needed templates like this to help me keep from getting my characters ‘muddy’.  When editing or if a character starts to feel off character I can go back and look it over.  

The character traits help guide me to look at how they would make a choice or cause a wrinkle in the story.  Likes and dislikes are good for conversations and how they interact with other ppl.  The emotional arc of the character, so I don’t forget to give them growth throughout the story (I make them even for small bit players, just make the arc suitably small or petty).  This isn’t like...guided by any book or writing advice or anything smart like that.  

It’s just what I’ve found helps me.

Name:  Liana Mahariel

Age:  24-30s

Family:  

Foster mother- Ashalle

BF- Zevran Arainai

BF- Darian Tabris

Nicknames:  Lia, Mouse (z&d, leli), Pebble(aeducan), Lily(zevran), Fawn(ashalle), Killer (anders)

Class and Spec:  Mage, Blood Mage

Associations:  The Wardens, The Dalish Federation

Alignment:  True Neutral

Height:  5'

Hair: Chestnut Brown, 3A

Eyes: Dark Brown

5 Adjectives:  Stoic, Cautious, Protective, Ruthless, Intelligent

'Negative' character traits: Standoffish, casual liar, single-minded, poor social skills, vengeful

'Positive' character traits: Goal-oriented, active listener, pragmatic, humble, thoughtful

Most likely to: mercy-kill someone without guilt

Least likely to: speak up for herself when someone upsets her

Likes: The color orange, lily of the valley and lilacs, autumn, swimming, wine, blackberries, seafood, writing poetry, photography and videography, traveling, animals, gardening

Dislikes: Skirts, impracticality, crowds and elevators (agoraphobia), slobs, hotels, smoking, fast food, beer, anything apple flavored, television, people who will not choose a restaurant when offered suggestions, second chances

Character arc 1:  Due to severe generational trauma, does not easily open up to or accept others. Because of that, tends to simply ignore or accept poor behavior towards her with the assumption that it  is simply how others are and saying anything would be wasted.  Has a very dim view of people as a whole.  Also has a very dim view of herself- tends to see her own attitudes and behaviors as 'unchangeable' because she doesn't really believe anyone can change.  In following Darian and being exposed to his unrelenting love for the city of Denerim and the people of the alienage, she begins to see the worth of the world outside her own, and Zevran's unquestioning support and unobtrusive sympathy helps her learn to forgive and understand herself.  She grows to be honest and trust (a few select people, let's not go crazy here).

Name: Darian Adaian Tabris

Age:  20- late 20s

Family:

Father- Cyrion

Cousin- Shianni

Cousin- Soris

GF- Liana Mahariel

BF- Zevran Arainai

Nicknames:  Derry, Troublemaker (L&Z), Kid(aeducan)

Class and Spec:  Warrior, Champion

Associations:  His band

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Height:  5'11”

Hair:  Dark ginger, 1B

Eyes: Blue

5 Adjectives: Enthusiastic, Aggressive, Emotive, Supportive, Impulsive

'Negative' character traits: Prone to violence, bad listener, self-centered, unpredictable, judgmental

'Positive' character traits:  Loving, protective, strong sense of justice, community-minded, charismatic

Most likely to: start a fight without understanding the situation

Least likely to: buy thoughtful presents :(

Likes:  The color black, fashion, summer, cheap beer, good chocolate, junk food, music, fist fights, self-expression, art in general, being surrounded by friends, causing problems on purpose, dogs and cats, running, physical contact

Dislikes: practicality, schedules (ADHD), wildlife; especially insects and snakes, strawberries (allergy), being sick, licorice, fancy food, rich people, television, lying, snobs, hypocrisy, new things (esp food)

Character arc 1:  Due to Andrastian religious upbringing, both thrives on and wallows in guilt.  Finds it very motivating (sometimes positively) but also punishes himself deeply for perceived 'wrongs' and 'evils'.  But on the other hand, has a natural rulebreaker's spirit, and enjoys indulging in a great many 'minor' sins with a hedonistic bent; claims it's so he has something to confess.  Intially clings to the Chantry's definition of right and wrong even when it directly contradicts his own morality. Grows to let go of his childish view of good and evil, and to focus more on understanding and combating what causes harm to others.  Allows him to accept the idea of a) being in love with a man, and b) being in a relationship with more than one person.

[draconicmagicalgirl]

Vocalize! Pretty Cure Debut

A basic info post, describing the plot, as well as a few of the characters, magical and not, you’ll meet during the story.

Summary

On the other side of a magical mirror, located as the centerpiece of a large theatre, lies the world known as Vocaisle. On this magical island live the humanoid beings known as Voicekeepers, and the small bird-like creatures known as Tuners. Together, the two species keep guard over voices worlds over, via the use of special gemstones known as Cordstones, which hold the power to both give and take away one’s voice.

Beyond that, the people of Vocaisle love to sing, and hold regular singing competitions, including the annual Vocaisle Royal Concerto Matchup, held in the royal palace by the king and queen of the island every ten years. Whoever wins the matchup gains the honor of being recruited as one of the keepers of the Cordstones.

On the day the matchup was to next be held, however, a great tragedy struck. The Cordstones had gone missing, and every competitor’s voice along with them. Soon, an evil group calling themselves The Eternal Silencers appeared, Cordstones containing countless voices in hand, and just as many empty ones waiting to be filled. Their goal? The conquering of Vocaisle and silencing both that world and the rest connected to it.

Unable to beat the group with their powers weakened via the Cordstones changing owners, the king and queen settled on the next best thing: sending the remaining empty stones away through the magical mirror, onto Earth, in hopes that it would at least allow them to bide time to recover their strength and magic. Along with those, they sent the special Sparkling Cordstones, along with special Tuners, to seek out the legendary Pretty Cure for aid.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the mirror, there was the creative arts-loving city of Kurotsukawa. Leading this city were the Inoue family; Mayor Jirou Inoue, his wife Fuyuko Inoue, and their only child, Kasumi Inoue, a friendly, yet melancholy middle school girl who, unbeknownst to most others - even her close friends - held a dream of one day forming a band and singing her heart out in order to bring smiles to others. 

While singing out on her balcony one day, she happens to be overheard by Pin-Kaka, a Tuner who came to Earth to help distribute the Sparkling Cordstones. After an attack from the Eternal Silencers, who had come in search of the scattered empty Cordstones, Pin-Kaka approaches Kasumi, whose house was nearly a casualty from the assault, and using both the Sparkling Cordstone they carried with them and a device known as the Cordstone Mic, allows her to transform into the shining warrior of voice, Cure Alto!

Now, its up to Kasumi to aid in finding the rest of the Pretty Cure and defeating the Eternal Silencers...otherwise, nobody will be able to sing ever again, let alone speak!

Pretty Cure

Kasumi Inoue // Cure Alto “Let the voice of the earth reach out to you! The shining warrior of voice, Cure Alto!”

The first of the Pretty Cure to awaken to her powers. Being the daughter of the mayor, Kasumi’s expected to try and take over his position one day. Instead, she’d rather sing her heart out onstage, and dreams of one day leading her own band. Despite her somewhat melancholy expressions, Kasumi’s quite friendly to those willing to talk to her.

Age: 14 Cure Color: Pink & Red Represents: ‘Contralto’ voice type & the earth Special Solo: Alto Vocal Rumble Band Role: Lead Singer Likes: Singing, bitter foods, ambient noises Dislikes: Pressure, feeling/being trapped, complete silence

Kaoru Yamazaki // Cure Soprano “Let the voice of the sky drift to you! The soaring warrior of voice, Cure Soprano!”

Despite her somewhat standoffish demeanor and tendency to stay away from the crowd, Kaoru’s actually quite friendly and peppy. A main reason she tends to shy away is due to her shyness with interacting with cute girls! Kaoru gets crushes incredibly easily, and doesn’t want to let any possible friendships feel awkward because of that fact.

Age: 14 Cure Color: Purple Represents: ‘Soprano’ voice type & the sky Special Solo: Soprano Vocal Wings Band Role: Lead Guitarist & Lead Singer Likes: Cute girls, writing songs, sunsets Dislikes: Swimming, getting caught off guard, the cold

Akemi Hisakawa // Cure Falsetto “Let the voice of the sea wash over you! The flowing warrior of voice, Cure Falsetto!”

A young girl studying to become a marine botanist. Akemi takes her studies incredibly seriously, and even spends summertime studying the days away! She’s stern and serious, and doesn’t like to see people slacking off when there’s something important to be done. Akemi often plays guitar in order to try and wind down when really stressed.

Age: 15 Cure Color: Green Represents: ‘Falsetto’/’Countertenor’ voice type & the sea Special Solo: Falsetto Vocal Waves Band Role: Rhythm Guitar & Backup Vocals Likes: Sea plants, school, calm music Dislikes: Open flames, sour grapes, slackers

Tuners

Pin-Kaka

Kasumi’s partner Tuner. Pin-Kaka is incredibly formal, refusing to use even a hint of casual language, and does his best to serve Kasumi to the fullest...even if it can get a bit on her nerves. Secretly, he adores sweet fruits, but tries to hide his excitement at being given one whenever he is.

Partner: Kasumi/Cure Alto Color: Pink Likes: Sweet fruits, serving others, perfection Dislikes: Acting out, imperfection, bitter tea

Mura-Kaka

Kaoru’s partner Tuner. Mura-Kaka is very ladylike and graceful, but also has a bit of a bite to her when she gets angry. She gets along well with Kaoru, though she tends to be a bit pushy towards her when it comes to the girl breaking out of her shell. She adores gourmet chocolates of all flavors.

Partner: Kaoru Color: Purple Likes: Ballet dancing, chocolates, winning Dislikes: Shut-ins, salty food, larger birds

Mido-Kaka

Akemi’s partner Tuner. Mido-Kaka is a shy one, always preferring to hide behind others rather than show herself in public. She sees Akemi as somewhat of a parental figure, and tends to rely on her a bit too much. Out of everything she’s seen on Earth, she’s become attached to plush toys.

Partner: Akemi Color: Green Likes: Being hidden, plush toys, pastries Dislikes: Socializing, being pressured, peppers

Ao-Kaka // Burou Kuchi

A Tuner who guards the mirror to Vocaisle while disguised as a human. Ao-Kaka, or Burou Kuchi, works as a music teacher while on Earth, and though it’s mainly for a disguise, he genuinely enjoys the job. He’s a bit mysterious, though, always vanishing to one unknown place or another...

Partner: N/A Color: Blue Likes: His job, helping others, clear nights Dislikes: Nosy people, rowdy animals, cloudy nights

Ki-Kaka // Ayaka Kuchi

A Tuner who guards the mirror to Vocaisle while disguised as a human. Ki-Kaka, or Ayaka Kuchi, works as a clothing shop owner while on Earth, and is very passionate about her work. She mainly sells popular clothing brands, but will also take commissions to make outfits for customers.

Partner: N/A Color: Yellow Likes: Making clothing, jazz music, bright days Dislikes: Being interrupted, lemons, darkness

The Eternal Silencers

Choriaster

The leader of the Eternal Silencers. Choriaster acts very charismatic and open, but is quite harsh when angry, especially towards his underlings. He hardly ever acts himself, preferring to push all the hard work onto the rest. When backed into a corner, though, he’s still willing to fight back if he must.

Role: Leader Likes: His cloak, easy victories, lounging around Dislikes: Spicy food, failures, doing work

Anilius

The group’s strategic planner, as well as a Cordstone Corrupter. Anilius is experienced in the art of sweet talking and manipulation, and tends to spur possible victims towards more easily giving up their voices. Out of everyone else in the group, he seems oddly fixated on Ume.

Role: Strategic Planner // Cordstone Corrupter Likes: Black coffee, snakes, getting his way Dislikes: His coworkers, sweets, being denied something

Echino

One of the group’s main Cordstone Collectors and Corrupters. Echino is a rowdy guy through and through, though with how loud he is, why he’s with a group like this one is a mystery to everyone around him. Either way, his work ethic can’t be denied, as he does his job with all the energy he has.

Role: Cordstone Collector // Cordstone Corrupter Likes: Spiky things, leather jackets, exciting situations Dislikes: Being bored, snarky comments, candy

Atolla

One of the group’s main Cordstone Collectors and Corrupters. Atolla is quite vain and self-loving, and enjoys removing voices so that people can’t say no to her demands. Even though he won’t shut up, she likes ordering around Echino anyway. She’s never seen without her darling parasol.

Role: Cordstone Collector // Cordstone Corrupter Likes: Making demands, ice cream, her parasol Dislikes: Being told ‘no’, rowdy folk, waiting

Ryouta

The main Corrupter among the Eternal Silencers, though he isn’t really loyal to them beyond that. Ryouta has an incredibly negative outlook on the world, and on the mere concept of a voice, seeing them as nothing more but ways to hurt people. He never takes off his hood or his mask.

Role: Cordstone Corrupter Likes: Taunting his peers, silence, cool colors Dislikes: Bad memories, being ordered around, being alone

Ume

A more recent addition who mostly does things for other members of the group. Ume is incredibly anxious, and tends to shy away and hide whenever she’s not being addressed or doing something for someone. Atolla and Echino enjoy picking on her, while Anilius orders her around the most.

Role: Assistant // Occasional Cordstone Corrupter Likes: Being left alone, iced tea, piano music Dislikes: Singing(?), being touched suddenly, being weak

Other Characters

Jirou & Fuyuko Inoue

Kasumi’s parents. Jirou is the friendly mayor of Kurotsukawa, and Fuyuko is one of his biggest supporters. Together, the two work hard to preserve the good reputation and strong culture of their city...though they also do their best to spend as much time as they can with their beloved daughter.

Queen Carwyn & King Gareth

The rulers of Vocaisle. Queen Carwyn takes care of public matters and leads the protection and usage of the Cordstones, while Gareth helps with inside matters and acts as an emissary to other worlds. Both are very kindhearted people, and do their best for the sake of voices all over.

Sacha Aster

A foreign student from a far-off country. Sacha is popular among the students, both for his handsome appearance and his immense kindness and generosity. His biggest hobbies are dancing, playing the violin, and taking care of the various flower patches around the school.

Alexis Blanc

A foreign student who seems to have taken up the mantle of being Sacha’s guardian. Alexis never goes into detail as to how exactly they know him, but they’re obviously very close to him, considering how protective they are. One can often see them playing soft flute music for Sacha.

Noburu Chiyo

The owner of the theatre which the mirror to Vocaisle is located. The existence of the other world is something passed down through his family, so Noburu is well aware of what’s going on. He’s a kind, generous man, and does what he can to support the Pretty Cure in their mission.

Chihiro Chiyo

Noburu’s young nephew, who he took in after the poor boy’s mother - his sister - vanished without a trace. Despite the situation, he’s incredibly lively and excitable, which can be a bit of a downfall when it comes to keep the Pretty Cure thing a secret. Even so, he tries his best to do so.

[truthpursue]

——— character question sheet

▌real name:  miles edgeworth ▌/real/ name:  miles edgeworth ▌single or taken:  single ▌abilities or powers:  logic;  finger-wagging;  witty retorts;  making defense attorneys feel incredibly silly in court . ▌eye colour:  grey ▌hair colour:  grey ▌family members:  gregory edgeworth,   biological father ( deceased );   manfred von karma,   adoptive father ( deceased depending on canon point );   franziska von karma,   adoptive younger sister . ▌something they don’t like:  emotional vulnerability;   losing;   deceit and / or dishonesty;   the feeling of being helpless,   or in a situation outside of one’s control;   small enclosed spaces,   such as elevators;   earthquakes ( linked to phobia and moderate ptsd );   guns;   any kind of brewed tea over ice ( because,   why would you do that. );   has a love-hate relationship with the law . ▌hobbies/activities:  reading;   chess;   catching up on steel samurai;   tea-brewing,   etc;   walks along a quiet street;   tbh work is his hobby/activity also so i mean . ▌ever hurt anyone before:  physically?   no.   verbally?   yyyyyyeah . ▌ever killed anyone before:  no . ▌animal that represents them:  some type of owl,   or a raven .   possibly a snake . ▌worst habits:  brooding on past mistakes;   “locking” certain emotional parts of himself away;   not being totally honest with those he cares about;   keeping people at an arm’s length,   even when he doesn’t mean to . ▌role models:  his deceased ( biological ) father,   gregory edgeworth;   to an extent,   phoenix wright,   his childhood friend and oftentimes courtroom rival . ▌sexual orientation:  homosexual . ▌thoughts on marriage/kids:  it’s not exactly on the top of his list . ▌fears:  failure;   falling back into old,   underhanded ways;   earthquakes;   confined spaces,   to a degree . ▌style preferences: elegant,   dare i say ruffly.   he prefers prim and proper over casual anyday.   a very big fan of the suit and vest look.   neat,   tidy,   in order,   much like everything about him. ▌someone they love:  his sister,   franziska;   his father,   gregory edgeworth;   his adoptive father,   manfred von karma,   but to an extent and in spite of all sound logic,   according to him;   some other people that’re near and dear to him,   but that he would die before admitting to . ▌approach to friendships:  he’s known to come off as very ... ...   standoffish,   though it’s not always intentional.   rumors tend to fly around about him,   most of them untrue,   and so it gives most who meet him a bad impression of him to begin with.   he can be cordial,   but in the cold,   acquaintance-and-little-more sense.   it takes a lot to really dig your claws into him and get him to open up to the point of friendship . ▌thoughts on pie:  he’s not a huge sweet-tooth.   not surprising. ▌favourite drink:  earl gray,   hojicha.   plain water.   kombucha.   dry red wines are a win in his book,   too. ▌favourite place to spend time at:  home,   most likely,   or a park or area of the city that’s not particularly loud,   nor bustling. ▌swim in the lake or in the ocean: lake. ▌their type: hardworking,   sincere.   someone who can draw emotion from him and make him feel less insecure about it.   someone with a strong sense of right and wrong,   and whom he knows would never stray from the “right path”,   as it were.   must also love dogs. ▌camping or indoors: indoors.

tagged by: @bloodxhound,   @vankarmas tagging: @azujaro ;   @klavierforte ;   @bespctacle ;   @inigmati ;   @kagoshou .

[wild-oats-and-cornflowers]

Here is my barricade day 2019 contribution! Everyone else seems to have the Angst And Death angle covered, so I’m going a different way, and bring you 100% guaranteed sadness-free shippy fluff. You know, in case people need an emotional hanky or something :D

Title: Convergence

Summary, as posted on AO3:

“Ordinarily he enjoyed a good walk, but today he found himself wishing that Combeferre lived just a little closer to his own rooms. But cold weather or not, it had become something of a routine with the two of them to visit each other’s rooms on Saturday afternoons, to share books and dinner and conversation, and Combeferre had come to him last week, so it was only fair.

Prouvaire and Combeferre find that they've grown closer than they realized.”

Fic below the cut:

Chapter 1: Prouvaire (There will be a ch. 2, but I need to write it first)

Gray clouds scudded along overhead and a thin, cutting wind went skirling up the street, disturbing the light dusting of snow that lay scattered across the cobblestones. Jean Prouvaire shivered slightly as the breeze snaked a cold tendril down his collar, pulling his coat up more tightly around his neck. Ordinarily he enjoyed a good walk, but today he found himself wishing that Combeferre lived just a little closer to his own rooms. But cold weather or not, it had become something of a routine with the two of them to visit each other’s rooms on Saturday afternoons, to share books and dinner and conversation, and Combeferre had come to him last week, so it was only fair.

Combeferre greeted Prouvaire with a smile and an inquiry as to whether he had read the essay on freedom of the will that Combeferre had recommended last week. He had, and they wrangled pleasantly over the points raised by the article while Combeferre made soup and Prouvaire poked around among the rock and mineral specimens currently taking up much of the surface of Combeferre’s desk. The last time he had been there, the desktop had featured anatomical specimens instead. Although the stones he was now investigating offered significantly less invitation to contemplate the ineffable nature of human mortality, Prouvaire had to admit that they also offered significantly less insult to his nose.

The soup was finished, and they shared it, the conversation turning from philosophical questions to a discussion of the play Combeferre had attended two nights prior. Prouvaire, who had seen it three weeks previously and had been urging his friend to go ever since, was delighted to find several of his own opinions on the plot and acting shared, and almost as delighted to argue about the areas on which they differed.

“Oh!” Combeferre interrupted himself in the middle of explaining to a mildly indignant Prouvaire why he felt that the lead actress had not carried a particular scene as well as she could have done. “I forgot, I found that novel you were interested in. I hadn’t loaned it out after all; it had fallen behind the other books on the shelf.” He hopped up from the table and went over to one of the bookshelves. Prouvaire gathered the dishes and put them in the dishpan---“Thanks,” said Combeferre---took the novel, and sprawled inelegantly and happily on the divan, while Combeferre settled himself in the armchair set at right angles to it and opened a treatise on geology. They had developed a habit, at these times, of alternating reading with conversation. Prouvaire would have found this deeply irritating had anyone else tried it. To be spoken to, intruded on, while deep in a book, was one of his least favorite things. But all the summer and autumn and into the beginning of winter in which they now found themselves, he had gradually begun accepting it from Combeferre alone until now it bothered him not at all. It had long ceased to feel like an intrusion and had become a way in which Prouvaire felt that they communicated the closeness into which they had grown.

The chiming of the clock on the mantle, in a stretch of quiet, startled both of them. December brought the darkness early, and Combeferre had lit the lamp not long after they began to read. They had not noticed the progression of the hours. “Ten o’clock!” said Prouvaire in surprise. “I had not meant to stay so late.”

“These evenings always do go by too soon,” Combeferre said, smiling.

As Prouvaire collected his outerwear, Combeferre went to the window and pulled the curtains open. “Hmm,” he said, peering out into the darkness.

“Hmm?” Prouvaire was trying to remember where he had put his gloves.

“It looks a bit fierce outside.”

Prouvaire discovered the gloves in the pocket of his overcoat and extracted them triumphantly. “Is it snowing?” he said.

“Quite a lot, actually. Look.”

Prouvaire padded over and looked. The lamps were lit in the street below, but there was not much street to be seen. It was thickly covered and sparkling in the lamplight, and the air was filled with whirling whiteness. “Hmm,” Prouvaire said.

“My sentiments exactly.” Combeferre rubbed his chin. “It might be a good idea for you to stay the night here. It does not look very, ah, hospitable outside.” He returned to his chair and picked up his geology treatise again.

“I suppose you are right.” Prouvaire tossed his outer garments in the general direction of the trunk on which he had originally draped them. “Hopefully there will be less weather in the morning, and your bed was certainly big enough for two the last time I stayed over.” The last time he had stayed over, they had both been drinking, and Prouvaire, who tended to be a very affectionate drunk, had wakened the following morning to find himself practically on top of Combeferre, hugging his arm. He chuckled slightly at the memory and glanced over at Combeferre, expecting to find his amusement shared, but Combeferre was staring down at the book in his lap, looking, Prouvaire was surprised to note, vaguely uncomfortable. He made no reply, and after a moment Prouvaire went back to the divan and took up his novel again.

He made a few attempts to resume the intermittent conversation, but Combeferre responded to his sallies only in short phrases and kept his eyes fixed on the page in front of him. Combeferre seems to have grown a bit uneasy, Prouvaire thought. He will not look at me. Why? Aloud he asked, “Is everything all right?” Combeferre jumped slightly. “Yes,” he answered tardily, flushing. That is a lie, Prouvaire thought. But Combeferre never tells lies. He hesitated, then said “Forgive me, but you seem a bit tense. Are you certain it is not a problem for me to stay here tonight?”

“Of course it isn’t,” Combeferre answered. “Why would it be?” But his voice carried a standoffish note that troubled Prouvaire. “Well,” he said. “Only you are twitching a bit, and there is a certain tone in your voice. Have I done or said something to upset you?”

“It is nothing for you to worry about. Read your book.”

Prouvaire felt the sting of the brush-off as if Combeferre had lightly slapped him. Hurt, and wanting real reassurance, he pressed on, despite knowing underneath that it was unwise, “But if I---”

“Let it be,” Combeferre interrupted him brusquely, and his voice this time held a real edge.

A baffled soreness expanded in Prouvaire’s chest. He attempted to return to his novel, but he felt his face burning and knew he would not be able to focus on the story. Abruptly he sat up straight, slapping the covers loudly shut. He got up off the divan and stalked over to the door, where he sat down on the floor and grabbed his boots.

“What are you doing?” demanded Combeferre in a tone of mild alarm.

“I am very sorry,” Prouvaire said stiffly from the floor, “for having offended you, and if you do not wish to discuss it, you are within your rights not to do so, but as I do not wish to upset you any further, I am going home.” He yanked at a boot crossly.

“For heaven’s sake, Prouvaire. You cannot walk home in this weather.”

“I can do a great many things,” Prouvaire informed him, one boot off and one boot on, “and I do not require your permission for any of them. Anyway, there may be a fiacre or so that I can hire.”

“It is vanishingly unlikely that there will be such…” Combeferre began, then sighed. He rose and came a few paces towards Prouvaire, then stopped. “I assure you,” he said, “that you have done nothing wrong. It is only…something I was thinking of for a moment, that caused me to be sharp. I should not have snapped at you. I am sorry.”

Combeferre looked both anxious and genuinely penitent. Prouvaire felt all at once extraordinarily affectionate towards him, and also slightly embarrassed about his outburst. “Oh, well,” he mumbled, tugging at the heel of his boot. “If you are quite sure it’s all right?”

“Yes, quite. Please don’t go running out into the snow on my behalf.” The corner of Combeferre’s mouth quirked upwards slightly in a way Prouvaire had seen dozens of times but which he suddenly found extremely charming. He smiled fondly up at his friend and said, “Then I will sleep chez toi tonight after all.” Combeferre’s mouth un-quirked and a peculiar expression crossed his face. He nodded and turned hastily back towards his chair as Prouvaire rose from the floor.

Prouvaire re-ensconced himself on the divan, this time curled up into the corner near Combeferre’s chair. For some reason he could not articulate, he felt a desire to be physically near him. Sudden, impulsive desires to do arbitrary things were not an uncommon experience for Prouvaire, and he generally indulged them if they did not seem likely to cause trouble. He did not question this one any more than he usually did, merely accepted it. Soon he was lost in the pages of his novel again. The heroine was the most absurdly melodramatic fictional character Prouvaire had ever encountered, and her adventures wildly improbable. It was an enchanting tome, and it rendered him quite insensible to his surroundings until the heroine’s father said something that was so very Combeferre-esque that it propelled him back to reality.

Intending to read the passage aloud to Combeferre and demand of him, isn’t that exactly the kind of thing you always say, Prouvaire looked over at his friend. He was surprised to see that Combeferre had not apparently returned to the world of geology---the book lay open on his lap, but he was staring at the floor with a serious, pensive expression on his face. It may not be me, Prouvaire thought, but something truly is bothering him. Driven by another of those inarticulate impulses, he pulled himself up onto the arm of the divan on his elbow. He leaned towards Combeferre and said “Er…”

Combeferre started and turned towards him. “Yes?” he said, pushing his spectacles farther up the bridge of his nose.

“I, ah, I don’t mean to pry,” Prouvaire said diffidently, “and you don’t---I mean, if you don’t want to talk about it, that really is fine, it’s your business, but it is only, you know, you looked unhappy, so I thought, I don’t know, maybe, is there anything I can do? To help, or make you feel better---” He cut himself off there, knowing he was babbling. He felt his face grow warm as Combeferre’s assumed an expression he had not seen before, a curious softness of the eyes accompanied by a faint, gentle curving of the mouth. Suddenly abashed, Prouvaire dropped his head like a child. “Anyway,” he said.

Long, sturdy fingers gently tilted his chin back up, then retreated. Combeferre was regarding him thoughtfully, from a disconcertingly close vantage point. He opened his mouth as if to speak, then hesitated. “It’s nice to have you here,” he said finally. Prouvaire thought, I don’t know what you started out to say, but I’ll wager that wasn’t it.

“It’s nice to be here,” he replied anyway, feeling an obscure need to make conversation. “I like your rooms. I like ransacking your bookshelves and investigating your minerals and moths and such. And---” he felt his breath catch oddly. “I like the company I find here very much. Very much, actually.” He fought the urge to look away again.

Combeferre was looking pensive once more, but he did not appear unhappy. “Well,” he said slowly, “I am honored. Thank you.” He tilted his head a bit, as though Prouvaire were a curious specimen which he was examining. His hair fell softly over his forehead, shining in the lamplight. His eyes behind the lenses of his spectacles were large and luminous and solemn. Prouvaire thought, I could look at him like this forever. Without even thinking about it, he leaned forward and kissed him. For a moment, he thought that Combeferre would pull away, but then his hand came up to cradle the back of Prouvaire’s head as he leaned into the kiss.

They broke for air. Combeferre’s hand gently slid downwards to curl around the back of Prouvaire’s neck, eliciting a shiver from him. He smiled into Combeferre’s eyes and said, “Yes, very much.”

Combeferre dropped his head. His shoulders shook with quiet laughter. “You,” he said. “Me,” Prouvaire agreed happily.

Combeferre looked up again, laughter fading. He took his hand away and sat back in his chair, biting at his thumbnail absently. He said, “Jehan.” Prouvaire blinked. Combeferre was not generally given to the use of nicknames. “Have you thought about this, or are you just moving on impulse?”

Intellectually, Prouvaire supposed it was a fair question, given his tendency to spontaneity and the fact that this was all new ground. Nonetheless, it made him flinch. He said hesitantly, “I…I don’t know…it felt right, and I…” He cast about for the words to explain himself. “I think…I think I have wanted to do that for a long time. Only I didn’t know it, or didn’t understand it. It’s as if…as if something fell into its proper place…” He trailed off, frustrated at his inability to translate his own meaning properly. I am ordinarily very good at articulating myself, he thought, why do my faculties desert me.

Combeferre was frowning slightly; Prouvaire interpreted the expression as disapproval, and was taken aback by the stab of pain it generated. He felt hot tears rise in his eyes in response and curled in on himself a little, turning his face away from Combeferre and twisting his hands together in his lap. He heard Combeferre exhale sharply through his nose and push his chair back a bit, and then he was on the divan beside Prouvaire, laying a hand on his arm. “Jehan,” he said again, gently.

“I’m sorry,” Prouvaire muttered.

“No.” Combeferre embraced him, very carefully, and a little awkwardly. “No, Jehan, don’t…” He broke off and dropped a light kiss on Prouvaire’s temple. Prouvaire leaned his forehead into Combeferre’s shoulder. “Have you thought about this,” he whispered, “is that what you were thinking about earlier, that made you uneasy?”

“Well,” said Combeferre. He did not elaborate, but he tightened his hold on Prouvaire slightly.

Prouvaire took this for an affirmation. He felt an upwelling of tenderness in his soul, almost more than he could bear. Lightheaded with it, he wrapped his own arms around Combeferre’s waist and pressed his face into the soft fabric of his loosely tied cravat. He felt Combeferre bring one hand up to pet his hair, then push his collar down to stroke the back of his neck, feather-light. The sensation sent another shiver down Prouvaire’s spine and he turned his head slightly to press his lips against the side of Combeferre’s throat. He was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath, and, encouraged by this, pulled back a bit so that he could hook one arm around Combeferre’s neck and kiss his mouth again.

Combeferre matched his enthusiasm, pulling Prouvaire as close as he could; in fact, he pulled him in a little too tightly, causing Prouvaire to overbalance and knock Combeferre over onto his back, falling atop him in an ungraceful tangle. Both lay startled for a moment, then they began to laugh. Prouvaire’s left arm was pinned between Combeferre and the divan. They were pressed so tightly together that Prouvaire could feel Combeferre’s every breath, the shaking of his laughter, the hard edge of his hipbone under Prouvaire’s own. He swallowed and raised his free hand to softly run a single fingertip along the smooth curve of Combeferre’s cheekbone, to trace the delicate outline of his mouth. Combeferre looked up at him earnestly. He turned his head a little to kiss Prouvaire’s fingers, then smiled warmly at him. Prouvaire’s breath caught almost painfully in his throat. He thought, You are the most beautiful thing my eyes have ever seen or will see.

Later, they lay in bed together, Prouvaire’s head resting on Combeferre’s shoulder. Idly, he traced small circles on Combeferre’s arm with a fingertip, watching the shadow on the wall echo his movement. He wondered lazily whether such a state of perfect contentment could be considered an example of the sublime. There was nothing grand or crashing or dramatic about it, but his whole being seemed to be quietly vibrating with a subtle and pervasive joy that he could not recall ever experiencing before. His soul was brimming with Combeferre like a glass of water filled to the absolute edge, to the point where one more drop would send the rest pouring out in a torrent. Prouvaire let his hand rest on Combeferre’s bicep. He half-shut his eyes, breathing slowly to try and contain himself.

Combeferre, holding Prouvaire close, pressed his cheek against the top of his head. This was the last drop needed to cause an overflow. Prouvaire flopped over onto his stomach and furiously pressed his lips against Combeferre’s, burrowing one hand under his head and gripping his shoulder with the other. “You have entirely too much energy,” Combeferre informed him when they broke off. His eyes seemed wider than usual now that his spectacles lay on the table by the bed, rather than sitting on his nose. Probably they were having to work harder to see, Prouvaire thought. He rather liked the effect of surprised guilelessness it created. “I have precisely the necessary amount of energy, actually,” he said.

“Didn’t you burn any off just now?”

“No,” Prouvaire lied. He was rather tired now that he thought about it, but he didn’t want to go to sleep. He wanted to stay awake so he could look at and talk to and touch Combeferre.

Combeferre chuckled. “You,” he said fondly. Then, “Oh…it occurs to me. It’s rather a cold night---let me fetch a couple of nightshirts before…”

“No nightshirts,” Prouvaire stated firmly, depositing a kiss on Combeferre’s bare chest.

“You are impossible.” Combeferre pulled Prouvaire down next to him. “Lie quietly for a bit, won’t you? I’m tired, even if you are not.”

“Oh very well,” Prouvaire said, draping himself half over top of Combeferre and pressing his face into his shoulder. Combeferre turned his head and lightly kissed Prouvaire’s forehead.

“Good night,” he said.

Good, thought Prouvaire, beginning to relax into drowsiness, was not quite sufficient a descriptor. Marvelous might do better, or lovely, or enchanting, or…and before he could continue listing preferable adjectives, he was asleep.

[angelimortisrp-blog]

G L O R Y (&&) GORE — meet ADAM JACKSON; the LOOSE CANNON.

“did you hear ‘bout louie miller? he disappeared, babe, after drawing out all his hard earned cash, and now macheath spends like a sailor - could it be our boy’s done somethin’ rash?”

{ ♚  AT A GLANCE }

name: Adam Jackson.

age: 42.

gender & pronouns: UTP.

occupation: Drug dealer for the Romano family.

loyalty: Romano.

availability: Open.

faceclaim: Daniel Sunjata ( negotiable to D.B Woodside )

{ ♚ A DEEPER LOOK }

'His fingers flashed with jeweled rings when he waves at them - dealing drugs out of his pocket.’ - Adam had always liked the dangerous aspect of working for the mob. A thrill seeker, adrenaline junkie at heart; the threat of violence or of being caught had always interested him, always had him wanting more. The Army had never given him the same adrenaline rush that he got working for the Romanos - and he supposed he were glad for that, but often wished that he’d found the crime syndicate earlier. Delirium was his place of choice for the night, the drug being slipped between fingers one of Oliwia’s cocaine laced creations - nobody ever really asked what was in them, and the girl had come up with her own names and logos for all of her pills and potions. All he needed to do was move the product and return the profits to the basements - and Adam revelled in every part of it.

{ ♚ A HISTORY LESSON }

Adam Jackson was born a world away from the one he currently lives in. Born and raised in Charlotte, North Carolina, he was raised to be an upstanding young gentleman. He was taught to mind his manners, to address his elders with respect, and to offer kindness and gratitude to everyone that he met. And he was damn good at it. He was overflowing with charisma, a smooth talker in every sense. By twenty one, he was married with a toddler and by twenty five, he’d enlisted in the Military, leaving his family behind to protect his country. It was everything that his parents and closest associates had always wanted for him - and for a long, long while, he’d thought it was what he’d wanted, too. 

However, the Military wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Adam hated it from the moment he was deployed - but realised in the long term, what he hated most was the loss of his freedom. He realised that everything about his life, everything he’d gotten so used to pretending he loved, had been based simply on what other people wanted for him. He’d never actually made a decision for himself; and he began to resent it. He began to resent every part of his life and wanted nothing more than an escape. That escape, however, was coming sooner than he thought.

On his third tour, Adam was caught in the middle of an accident. The wrong place at the wrong time, people continually told him. That didn’t sound like the right explanation for the loss of a leg, and certainly didn’t give him the comfort that people were intending to. It was upon his return that Adam made somewhat of a rash decision. It was his time to reclaim his life, to make decision that he wished he’d made years ago. After his recovery, Adam bought himself a one way plane ticket to New York City and never looked back. 

Leaving his entire life behind was not a decision that was welcomed by those in North Carolina. However, reconsidering was not in his nature. New York City was a completely different ball game - and for a veteran with low qualifications and demanding health needs, finding steady work soon became a problem. It was a year or so after his arrival that he became involved in the drugs trade. A few short months later, he’d been recruited to work for the city’s biggest criminal organisation - something that would have seemed completely out of his nature - but it provided job stability and gave him enough income to provide decent healthcare for himself. He took the job opportunity without much consideration and has been working for them ever since.

{ ♚ NO TIME LIKE THE PRESENT }

Adam has been in New York for just short of twelve years, and has worked for the Angeli Mortis for ten of those. With the murder of Michael Romano, Adam’s entire world was rocked. What would that mean for their organisation, for the job security he’d built up over those years? When Juliet’s murder followed, Adam found himself even more uncertain. For the first time in over a decade, he wondered if he’d made the wrong decisions. Making the decision as to what family he stood with was a quick one, but one he had to make nonetheless. He decided that he was on the same side as the Romano family, quickly finding it easier to believe that the Venturi were behind Michael’s murder than anyone else. The jury was still out on Juliet’s - it was too quick to have been a revenge murder, and he remains uncertain as to who is behind that one. However, being on the Romano side, it’s not entirely a big question any more. As long as he stays in a job and the money continues to flow into his pockets, he’s fairly content with the life he’s living.

{ ♚ ABOUT THE PERSONALITY }

+: witty, intelligent, independent, self-sufficent -: brash, unempathetic, selfish, isolated

Adam has moulded himself into somewhat of a loner over the years. He prefers his own company and prefers not to be influenced by those around him. He’s independent to the point of irritation and never accepts help from others - no matter how much they need it. However, Adam Jackson is a wise man, with a lot of time for those younger than him, when they get past the hard exterior he seems to have. He’s aware that he appears standoffish - approachable has never been a word used to describe him, but a grudge is not in his nature. He’s still that same Southern Gentleman at heart - he just doesn’t have very many opportunities to show it off these days.

{ ♚ FRIENDS & FOES }

♠ The Romano Family ( ASSOCIATES ) - “you did not desert me, my brothers in arms.” ; Adam has gone through a lot with the Angeli Mortis, and now expects the same from a sole Romano family. He knows, that without their protection, he’d have quite a lot of prison time lined up - and will forever be grateful for that, although he doesn’t tend to show it all too often. Whether or not he’s chosen the right side, he’ll stand with the Romanos until a bloody, bitter end - as his newfound brothers in arms, he’d give anything for the family that gave him everything he has.

♠ Kira Miller ( FRIEND WITH BENEFITS ) - “steps out of the shade, says something like, ‘you and me babe, how about it?’”; Kira was someone Adam had never expected to come back into his life. They’d grown up together in North Carolina, had somewhat of an extra-marital fling before he’d been deployed. Kira had always been a what if that he’d considered over the years - and after running into her in Delirium, he wasn’t going to let the chance get away from him again. The two have been sleeping together for a few months now, but Adam is keeping her at an arms length, unsure if he’d be making the same mistake he made as a young man by jumping in too early.

♠ Oliwia Ajeti ( FRIEND / SUPPLIER ) - “but when i got a little bit older, i learned, i had to kill the snakes myself.”; Adam has been working with Oliwia since her induction into the Romano family, and she remains to be one of the few people he’d call a friend. A charming young girl with a similar sense of humour to himself, he knows she considers him to be the brother that she’d never had. He’s willingly stepped into that role, providing advice and a place of refuge whenever required - although he knows entirely how independent Liv is, but he also knows when to extend his help without being asked. She’s the one he works with most often, being the main distributor and seller of her drugs - and is one of the few trusted not to use them. 

{ ♚ EXTRAS }

character teaser.

inspiration tag.

gif hunts.

ADAM IS CURRENTLY AVAILABLE FOR AUDITIONS.

[altruisticandsadistic]

1-43 for the OC questions thing. (I'm not sorry?)

So cruel lol.  Obvs under the cut because dayum that’s a lot. Also I think I’ll answer these for both Roi and Ceara. (since you know need to flesh her out)

QUESTIONS FOR YOUR OCs

What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do? R: She’s extremely patient and calm.  So honestly she could sit for as long as was needed.  Maybe after like a day she’d get irritated.  C: Twenty minutes at most.  She’s energetic and tempermental.

How easy is it for your character to laugh? R: Roi can laugh on command, mostly because she learned to fake it to get under people’s guards.  C: She’s a little slow when it comes to jokes so in that respect a bit.  But funny situations has her side splitting.

How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?) R:  The bird prefers to read as she goes to bed.  C: Ceara is a bit tricky there.  It depends how the day went.  If it was stressful and hectic she just needs to hit the bed.  If it was a calm day its more like she stares at the ceiling and it looks like she’s playing with a puppy.

How easy is it to earn their trust? R: Roisin doesn’t trust easily.  In anyway.  You have to be special to her first and then maybe she’ll give it to you.  C:  She tends to see the best in people.  And will readily trust people willy nilly.

How easy is it to earn their mistrust? R: Since she doesn’t give trust neither does she mistrust.  She expects the worst of everything.  C: If you go back on your word, or do something horrible she’ll mistrust you for a few weeks.

Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable? R: Hahahaha what laws?  C: She thinks they can be a little flexible.  Not like putty but with enough rigidness that it makes sense.

What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?  R: She doesn’t really get nostalgic about family or the like.  Really only her own pain.  Like you touch the scars on her wings and she flashbacks to when she tried to burn them off.  She loathes that feeling though.  C:  Ceara is still young and impressionable to be entirely honest.  So for her everything is still here and now.

What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child? R:  Roi was told to stop disecting the fish in her family’s pond.  C: Stop throwing rocks.  The girl always loved to throw them at anything.

Do they swear? Do they remember their first swear word?  R: When the occasion calls for it.  And first swear was damnit.  C: Only in great pain or stuff like that.  Her first was fuck.

What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?  R: Most frequent lie?  That she’s happy. And yes it does  C: Ceara lies about her family and how they gave her away when she was younger.  Oh yes.  She has abandonement issues because of it.

How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)? R: Finds the answer through any means necessary.  C: Tries to figure it out but usually fails.

How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach? R: Has a backscratcher like thing.  C:  Rubs against a wall.

What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color? R: White and red.  C: Red and purple

What animal do they fear most? R: Cats  C: snakes

How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first? R: Roisin is eloquent yet impulsive.  Usually thinking on the fly but making it sound like she thought it out.  C:  Ceara is impulsive as all get out, saying whatever’s on her mind.

What makes their stomach turn? R: Happiness  C: Seeing people be mistreated

Are they easily embarrassed? R: Roi’s never embarrassed.  C:  Hahahaha

What embarrasses them? R: Nothing.  C:  Her own self mostly

What is their favorite number? R: 12  C: 96 (she always gets it mixed up with 69, since she’s dislexic)

If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so? R: Need and unconditional  C: She would blush and stammer when talking about romantic love, unable to say it succinctly.  While Platonic / familial be straight forward and loyalty to her.

Why do they get up in the morning?  R: To make more people scream.  C:  She has friends and family to hang out with

How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)? R: Roi will get standoffish and argumentative  C: Ceara gets super clingy.  Not possessive but like she won’t get off the person/

How does envy manifest itself in them (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc)? R: She kills the person and takes it.  C: She’ll do whatever she can to have it too.  Cute purse, works her ass off for it.

Is sex something that they’re comfortable speaking about? To whom? R: She’s a doctor.  She’s fine talking about it, granted she uses a lot of clinical terms.  C: Ceara will blush and can’t even say anything.

What are their thoughts on marriage? R: It’s a convenient thing.  C:  She only wants to be married to the person she cares for most.

What is their preferred mode of transportation? R:  Walks most places  C: Rides her bike

What causes them to feel dread? R: Being tied down  C: possibility of death

Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth?  R: Unpleasant truth  C: Lie

Do they usually live up to their own ideals? R: Yes  C: no

Who do they most regret meeting? R: Her ex  C: Her adoptive parents

Who are they the most glad to have met?  R: Depends on the verse, but Neo, Val, and Orma.  C: No one as of yet.

Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke?  R & C: Nope

Could they be considered lazy? R: Not in the slightest.  C:  Yeah

How hard is it for them to shake a sense of guilt? R: She never feels guilt.  C:  Very much.  She’ll usually be a ball of guilt for weeks.

How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive? R: Indifference  C:  She’ll share in the excitement

Do they actively seek romance, or do they wait for it to fall into their lap? R & C: Wait

Do they have a system for remembering names, long lists of numbers, things that need to go in a certain order (like anagrams, putting things to melodies, etc)? R: She doesn’t bother remembering names.  C: Puts her hands on the person’s face and says their name 12 times

What memory do they revisit the most often?  R: She doesn’t revisit unless necessary.  But the wings incident.  C: When her parents gave her away.

How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people? R:  She usually kills them.  C:  She doesn’t care about them.

How sensitive are they to their own flaws? R: She thinks she’s flawless  C: She’s very self concious about her flaws.

How do they feel about children?  R:  Hates them  C: Can stand them.

How badly do they want to reach their end goal? R: There is no end goal.  C: Not too badly

If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so? R: She’ll try anyone or anything.  C: Ummm See this pan?

[lovelornrocketscientist]

Name: Dr. Leopold James Fitz

👎 Zodiac Sign: Aries | Taurus | Gemini | Cancer | Leo | Virgo | Libra | Scorpio | Sagittarius | Capricorn | Aquarius | Pisces

Warm, action-oriented and driven by the desire to be loved and admired, the Leo have an air of royalty about them. They love to be in the limelight, which is why many of them make a career in the performing arts.

Traits: Kind-hearted, energetic, optimistic, straightforward, loyal, headstrong, egotistical, possessive, dominating, impatient, arrogant.

Comment/Accuracy: He’s not royal, optimistic, straightforward, headstrong, impatient, egotistical, possessive or dominating. He’s minimally arrogant, definitely loyal and kind-hearted. He’s not at all interested in attention or limelight. He does want love and admiration but only from those he’s close to. Accuracy: Meh, 1/10

👌 Myers-Briggs: ESFP | ISFP | ESTP | ISTP | ESTJ | ISTJ | ESFJ | ISFJ | ENFJ | INFJ | ENFP | INFP | ENTP | INTP | ENTJ | INTJ

ISFJs are interested in maintaining order and harmony in every aspect of their lives. They are steadfast and meticulous in handling their responsibilities. Although quiet, they are people-oriented and very observant. Not only do they remember details about others, but they observe and respect others’ feelings. Friends and family are likely to describe them as thoughtful and trustworthy. ISFJs, or "Protector Guardians", are most concerned with taking care of people by keeping them safe and secure. They are modest caretakers who do not demand credit or thanks for their efforts. But while they are essentially compassionate—and in fact exercise more patience in dealing with people with disabilities than perhaps any other type—their shyness with strangers can lead others to misread them as standoffish. Only among friends and family may this quiet type feel comfortable speaking freely. ISFJs are serious people with a strong work ethic, not inclined to self-indulgence. They believe in being meticulous and thrifty. They work well alone. While they may enjoy taking care of others, they do not enjoy giving orders.

Comment/Accuracy: This is him. 10/10 accuracy.

☝️ Four Temperaments: Sanguine | Melancholic | Choleric | Phlegmatic

Type descriptionYour temperament is melancholic. The melancholic temperament is fundamentally introverted and thoughtful. Melancholic people often were perceived as very (or overly) pondering and considerate, getting rather worried when they could not be on time for events. Melancholics can be highly creative in activities such as poetry and art - and can become preoccupied with the tragedy and cruelty in the world. Often they are perfectionists. They are self-reliant and independent; one negative part of being a melancholic is that they can get so involved in what they are doing they forget to think of others.

Comment/Accuracy: 7/10, none of the others fit him as well. The only one that comes close is Choleric but that’s really not him as much. He’s a combo of the two, really, with more Melancholic.

👌 Celtic Zodiac: Birch (The Achiever) | Rowan (The Thinker) | Ash (The Enchanter) | Alder (The Trailblazer) | Willow (The Observer) | Hawthorne (The Illusionist) | Oak (The Stabilizer) | Holly (The Ruler) | Hazel (The Knower) | Vine (The Equalizer) | Ivy (The Survivor) | Reed (The Inquisitor) | Elder (The Seeker)

Hazel Tree Meaning: Creativity, Purity, Honesty

August 5 - September 1 If you are born under the energy of the Hazel, you are highly intelligent, organized and efficient. Like the Holly, you are naturally gifted in academia, and excel in the classroom. You also have the ability to retain information and can recall, recite and expound on subjects you've memorized with amazing accuracy. You know your facts, and you are always well informed. This sometimes makes you appear like a know-it-all to others, but you can't help that; you're genuinely smart and usually know the right course of action because of your impressive knowledge base. You have an eye for detail, and like things to be “just so.” Sometimes this need for order and control can lead to compulsive behaviors if left unchecked. You have a knack for numbers, science and things that utilize your analytical skills. You like rules, although you are typically making them rather than playing by them. The Celtic tree astrology sign of Hazel joins harmoniously with Hawthorn and Rowan's.

Comment/Accuracy: This sounds like it could easily be Simmons but I do think he’s picked up some of her traits over the years. He does tend toward being a bit compulsive but not about his perfectionism. He’s not a rule-maker, he’s a rule-follower—unless it conflicts with his inner moral code. Accuracy: 8/10

👌 Celtic Animal Zodiac: Stag/Deer | Cat | Snake | Fox | Bull/Cow | Seahorse | Wren | Horse | Fish/Salmon | Swan | Butterfly | Wolf/Hound | Hawk/Falcon

August 5 - September 1 Salmon signs dive deep in their inner waters for inspiration, bright visions and dreamy perspective. They are naturally intuitive but they don't make a big deal out of it. These people have a unique view of the world which makes them some of the community's best artists, poets and visionaries. Some times they dive way too deep for the rest of us, and some just can't follow where they swim. But that's okay, the fish sign needs that kind of depth, isolation and introspection because when they come back up for air, the world is awed by their brilliance and insight.

Comment/Accuracy: He always tests out creative and I agree with that but they only seem to consider art, poetry and that stuff to be creative. He’s creative in a more technical way. He has big ideas within his field of interest, which is cutting-edge tech. He is a deep well of a human being and he really doesn’t make a big deal out of anything, really. He’s a salt-of-the-earth genius which is quite the dichotomy when you think about it. Accuracy: 9/10.

☝️ Soul Type: Hunter | Caregiver | Creator | Thinker | Helper | Educator | Performer | Leader | Spiritualist

Comment/Accuracy: He scored almost exactly the same number on all these. He scored almost nothing on Performer or Leader. He got a pretty high score on Hunter and a low score on Spiritualist which I think is only because he’s a romantic. My personal opinion is that he’s a Caregiver because he does put others’ needs before his own all the time. He is a Thinker, a Creator, and an Educator but none of those things really define him. It’s almost a toss-up between Caregiver and Helper. He really is both of those to a large degree. I’d probably go with Helper if he weren’t such a romantic but he has a great need to protect his loved ones and so I’ll go with that as his defining character trait. The nature of the test is such that I really had to make my own call. Which seems to defeat the purpose of having a test in the first place. Accuracy: 2/10, because this test kinda sucks.

Caregiver

The quintessential characteristic of a Caregiver type is the desire to take care of others. For this reason, Caregivers may be drawn to the long-term care of children or the elderly. Though some Caregivers find their need to nurture satisfied by raising a family, many others seek out work in such venues as schools, hospitals, and animal shelters. The long-term care of those with Alzheimer’s, autism, and mental illness often becomes the responsibility of Caregivers.

If you recognize yourself as a Caregiver, you may already have noticed the tendency to put others’ needs ahead of your own. This trait makes it essential that you go out of your way to take care of yourself as well as those around you. Remember that you’re no use to others if you’re not healthy or fit enough to help them.

You are loyal to the extreme, and you guard those who are entrusted to your care with your life. Fighting another person’s battles can be important if that individual is unable to stand up for themselves, though you should be cautious not to disempower those in your care by not allowing them to do things for themselves.

Your empathy allows you to understand nonverbal emotional signals. This ability will tell you when someone needs your help, and how best to assist them. It is common for Caregiver types to intuitively know what someone needs at any given time.

Helper

You can find Helper types at the scene of an accident, behind the counter in a shop, or doing laborious work—such as garbage collection—jobs that others feel are beneath them. From fruit pickers in California to hospital staff in Boston, Helpers are everywhere.

Helper types have plenty of common sense, and a pragmatic approach to problems that ensures things get done. With their no-nonsense, roll-your-sleeves-up-and-get-the-job-done approach to life, Helpers keep the modern world rolling. Without them, our cities would grind to a halt, and the infrastructure of our societies would crumble.

If you’re a Helper type, it’s important to find something or someone you can devote yourself to. For that reason, dedication to a career, partner, family, or friends will come easily to you. You might even throw yourself behind a cause, like getting someone elected, or ensuring that a ballot measure gets passed.

As a Helper, you are unlikely to seek out a leadership role, since you’re probably happiest diligently working behind the scenes. Many Helpers will spend long years in the same job, proud to have never missed a day of work. On the downside, your soul’s desire to be of service can get you into trouble since it can be hard to say no, and you may become overwhelmed by all the tasks you take on.

When it comes to expressing emotions, you rarely allow yourself to get too carried away. Being stable and grounded means keeping a strong attachment to the Physical Plane and not being distracted by flights of fancy. Your purpose is not to change the world, but to keep it turning smoothly.

👌 Hogwarts House: Gryffindor | Hufflepuff | Ravenclaw | Slytherin  

Comment/Accuracy: I’ve taken this quiz many times and he’s been sorted into every one except Slytherin (unless I’m doing it for The Doctor) but most often he comes up Gryffindor, sometimes Hufflepuff, and occasionally Ravenclaw. I will call him Gryffinpuff. What can I say? He’s a hatstall. 

I’m content with him as a Gryffindor. It’s definitely in him and he’s developed that over the course of the show. I think the hat knows all and put him in Gryffindor to challenge him. That’s my opinion and I’m sticking to it.

☝️ Alignment: Lawful Good | Neutral Good | Chaotic Good | Lawful Neutral | True Neutral | Chaotic Neutral | Lawful Evil | Neutral Evil | Chaotic Evil

Neutral Good You are more of a modern kind of good. You are willing to break or use the law to defeat those you see as evil, and, though you prefer the truth, you are willing to lie to get those who are evil imprisoned or exposed. If you are working for an evil villain, you most likely are using him as a way to stop greater evils.

Comment/Accuracy: On that particular test, he comes out as Lawful Good but I don’t agree with or accept that. He’s actually Neutral Good and he’s tested out that way on every other test I’ve taken like that. It’s not the best test in my opinion. I took this one. [x] Thumbs down on that particular test in the first link. It seems skewed toward lawful. 

👌 The Animal In You: Lion | Tiger | Dolphin | Bear | Wild Cat | Fox | Weasel | Badger | Dog | Otter | Wolf | Sea Lion | Wild Dog | Walrus | Gorilla | Deer | Rhinoceros | Hippo | Sable | Horse | Sheep | Mountain Goat | Warthog | Zebra | Baboon | Elephant | Bison | Giraffe | Cottontail | Mole | Rat | Bat | Porcupine | Beaver | Prairie Dog | Shrew | Mouse | Eagle | Rooster | Owl | Swan | Peacock | Vulture | Penguin | Crocodile | Snake

Beaver Characteristics: Reliable, Ethical, Determined Beaver Top Careers: Engineer Notable Beavers: Alexander Graham Bell Comment/Accuracy: 9/10 accuracy

👎 Life Path Number: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 11 | 22

Seeker of Knowledge: As a Life Path 7 you are always looking for the answers. Whether the question is big or small, doesn't matter, it’s the glory of finding the answer that drives you. This can lead to some interesting journeys during your life since you tend to seek spiritual or inner self understanding.

You tend to do this journey on your own and can live inside your own head for lengths of time. You can see situations from many different angles. This is great for careers that requires you to analyse a situation solo, or weed through large amounts of data.

However, because of your desire to process things and stay in your own head, it can take a long time for someone else to get to know you. This can make relationships difficult to flourish and maintain. You are highly sensitive, but shy away from emotions that may be foreign.

You Get The Last Word: You tend to be in positions that allows you to give the "Last Word" on a subject because you are often considered an authority on the subject. Careers that you should consider, if you haven't, include: Lawyer, Judge, Clergy, Scientist. These careers and careers similar to them will work well for you because it allows for the time to process things in your head and allows you to be in a position of authority.

Comment/Accuracy: This doesn’t seem entirely accurate, but of course, it’s numerology. *snorts* I give it a 5/10 accuracy.

☝️ Brain Lateralization Test: Left 64% | Right 46%

Right Brain||||||||||||46% Left Brain||||||||||||||||64% *results won't usually add up to 100% as this test measures each side separately.

Left brain dominant individuals are more orderly, literal, articulate, and to the point. They are good at understanding directions and anything that is explicit and logical. They can have trouble comprehending emotions and abstract concepts, they can feel lost when things are not clear, doubting anything that is not stated and proven.

Right brain dominant individuals are more visual and intuitive. They are better at summarizing multiple points, picking up on what's not said, visualizing things, and making things up. They can lack attention to detail, directness, organization, and the ability to explain their ideas verbally, leaving them unable to communicate effectively.

Comment: I don’t know about this one. Fitz is very visual and intuitive. He’s good at visualizing and making things up too. He does not lack for attention to detail or an ability to explain his ideas verbally. His inability to communicate stems solely from his emotional problems. He is articulate, literal, good at understanding directions, and anything explicit or logical. He doesn’t have trouble understanding emotions—his or others’—or abstract concepts. He’s a freakin’ physicist, he gets abstract, okay? He does get lost when things aren’t clear and sometimes very subtle forms of communication lose him. He doesn’t doubt everything not proven. He’s very open and seeking more truth via science.

Accuracy: Questionable? 5/10? He’s really more balanced than that.

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♚ // Face Claim

Full name Face Claim: Hwang Hyunjin

Group/Band/Occupation: Stray Kids

Nationality: South Korean

Faceclaim age: 22

♚ // Character ; Basic information

Quote: “The only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it.”

Full name character: Shiloh Yoram

Nickname: Mun refers to him as Shi

Realm of birth (if earth, nationality): Heaven

Age: Unknown (appears to be in his early twenties)

Date of Birth: Unknown (sometime around the 19th century A.D.)

Gender: Male

Preferred Pronouns: He/him/his

Race: Angel

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

What is the level of Korean and how did they learn to speak it (For non-Korean characters from other realms & other earth-countries): Native like, due to his power.

♚ // Character ; Appearance

Skin Color: Pale

Eye color: Blue

Scars: None

Piercings: Multiple fake piercings that he changes all the time

Tattoos: None

Hair color: Blonde

Abnormalities: His fair complexion has a radiant touch to it, highly visible in sunlight. Its intensity tends to vary depending on the context, usually proximity to unholy places or engagement into sinful behaviours causing it to fade.

Horns/ wings/ etc.: Rich double wings and a luminous halo that can only be perceived by other supernatural beings and devout human believers.

Transformed form: None

♚ // Character ; Personality

Six personality traits: Vain, captivating, ambiguous, blasé, intelligent, zealous

Likes: Americano coffee, the scent of petrichor, silk textiles, snakes (especially albino), white lilies

Dislikes: Untidy spaces, the sound of trumpets, being interrupted, routine, being coerced in any sense

Manias: Shiloh cannot stand overly cluttered and untidy spaces, so he makes sure to take extra steps in keeping his home neat.

Phobias: None

Animal: Weasel

Religion: Questioning it.

Favorite song: Måneskin - I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE

Vice: Pride

Virtue: Diligence

Personality description:

Shiloh has a certain indifference to him, that of someone who has seen more than enough, yet all this passivity towards the world was turned into a high subjectivity, one that certainly resided within him from the very beginning. Shiloh is concerned about himself, hardly ever sparing a moment for another creature’s sorrow, which could conflict with his nature. This angel is no good, and has long ceased claiming to be so. He’s quite individualistic, making himself a priority above all. Regardless, Shiloh is not difficult to be around, although at first he might come off as reserved, as he is still foolishly refusing himself many desires. He is the kind that takes one step ahead and two backwards while testing waters, until finally taking a leap into whatever it is that sparkles his interest.

With quite an opinion of himself, the angel might come off as standoffish or arrogant, and this part of him only worsened the longer he mingled amongst humans. Shiloh is rather zealous and passionate, so once he has dedicated himself to something or someone, the extents of his devotion can reach heights that might even threaten his well-being, or the well-being of the person in question. There is a whole blaze that burns inside of him, and only time would tell what can happen once unleashed. Otherwise, he leads a rather calm and very comfortable life for now, as he’s put his knowledge to use for a greater good – his own greater good. He remains quite unfazed by most issues, even those that concern him directly, not dwelling too much upon risks and consequences. All in all, he is avid for new experiences as he questions his origins and so-called true nature.

♚ // Character ; Powers

Magical Powers:

Destiny knowledge – in virtue of his role as a guardian, Shiloh has access to an individual’s life, past, present and future all being revealed to him. Although he could alter outcomes, he is bound not to interfere so that the Creator’s plan would be carried out. It is, however, limited to the soul he is assigned to assist, or if otherwise summoned by the most skilled to grant spiritual guidance and protection.

Cosmic awareness – to a certain extent, Shiloh knows of all creatures and realms. In some cases, he possesses more in-depth knowledge, especially if it’s about beings he’s had direct contact with (such as demons). In most other cases he only has the basics concerning powers, spells, symbolism, artifacts and such. However, this does not apply to individuals, but rather to the class itself. He cannot know, upon simply encountering another being, what powers and weaknesses they have.

Peaceful passing – as the name suggests, Shiloh has the ability to grant someone a more peaceful passing, if he so sees fit. He can alleviate the agony of souls tormented by sin. In virtue of this power, Shiloh can contact reapers and negotiate the passing of a soul with them, if he is called to do so through special prayers when someone has a difficult passing.

Flight – self-explanatory, Shiloh can travel by flying.

Non-magical Powers:

Playing the harp and the flute, quite skilled at sculpting (he loves to make all sorts of clay figures).

Weaknesses:

Dark spawn – Due to his ambiguity, Shiloh is quite weak to the cunning tongues of dark spawn when it concerns his being. He is not necessarily easy to manipulate, but rather quite repressed in his passions, thus making him more prone to betray his faith.

Hubris – Everything about Shiloh’s personality and interests recalls an awful lot of those of fallen angels. His vanity and pride put him constantly on a fine line, yet so far he’s never overtly challenged his Creator. Nevertheless, he yearns for knowledge and power.

Spells and enchanted objects – There are certain spells or objects that can prevent Shiloh from interacting with a human’s soul. If cast or placed upon the body of the deceased, Shiloh wouldn’t be able to assist them through the soul’s passing. In similar fashion, one individual could employ such magic to cast him off as their guardian.

♚ // Character ; The Villager

Job/Occupation: Psychic

Lives in: Vighulir

Lives in: Sunna Apartments 1d

♚ // Character ; The Past

Date of Birth: Unknown (sometime around the 19th century A.D.)

Date of Death: N/A

Crime Record: Pristine so far.

Has your character attended Insolitus Academy in the past?

No

Background:

Frightful and dubious even to his own kind, with traits and tendencies that reminisced of the one whose name shall not be spoken, Shiloh has found himself incessantly in the midst of schemes and conspiracies. Cherished by his Creator, for most of his existence Shiloh has been assigned the role of guiding the souls of humans through the twenty aerial toll-houses, alongside their guardian angel. These peregrinations between Earth and Heaven left a significant impression upon him, little by little the seeds of spite and envy finding way inside his being. Countless were the times when Shiloh had to bite his tongue while passing from toll house to toll house with a double heart, not deeming the soul in his companionship fit for ascension. But the clench of his teeth and the remarks he’d oftentimes make about those spirits didn’t go unnoticed, bringing about a change that greatly displeased the angel.

Shiloh was a bit too orthodox, no pun intended, and highly righteous, following the will of his Creator to the letter, always diligent and quick to fulfill any assigned task. With such exemplary behaviour, he soon earned Their favour. Whenever off duty, the angel would pass time by playing the harp or the flute, two instruments he mastered to such heights that it made brows furrow and whispers go over parts of the Heavenly Kingdom, carrying concern and outright fright amongst those who had witnessed the Fall. Graced with beauty that even his kind would praise, the angel became the object of many’s suspicion, not only his aura shining over him, but also a sort of premonition, as if he was the one that would repeat a dreadful incident. With time passing, signs became difficult to ignore, and as Shiloh gave voice to his thoughts regarding his Creator’s mercy, distress took over parts of the kingdom. As if at any moment he could rise and lay claim upon the Throne.

Such thought never crossed the angel’s conscious, however. His spite lain elsewhere. aware of the many sins of humans, Shiloh couldn’t fathom sharing the same plane of existence as souls tainted by evil. They were not worthy of being in his presence, first and foremost, nor in the presence of his Creator. Why the latter chose to grant them such privilege was beyond him – it was unfair, too. And once They got wind of Shiloh's complaints, a council has been held, for the signs were only becoming harder and harder to ignore. As they debated Shiloh's fate, an unexpected guest paid them visit, one that made of the angel the object of a twisted bet. The hall shivered in fear as many saw in that gamble a prophecy to be fulfilled. Shiloh received his new condition with great offense, lamenting his ill fate to his Creator and accusing Them as the sole and unique responsible for such misery – the first act of overt defiance. The first time Shiloh cursed Their name under his breath.

Repurposed as a guardian angel and thus compelled to be in close proximity with the earthly world, Shiloh was to prove the strength of his devotion and the power of his will. Whether or not he would keep by his Creator’s side or renegade Their name was the object of said bet, many being certain of the latter outcome. Disguised as a humbling experience, the angel took it as a great offense and a damnation to misery. Humans’ life, however, proved to be far more interesting to him from certain points of view, and it didn’t take long before Shiloh began experiencing some of the fleshly urges, yet his faith was strong, unshakable. No temptation was too great for him to resist. All was to change when assigned the last human he’s assisted before his arrival at Insolitus, an intelligent, ambitious and charismatic woman that captivated him with her endeavours. Through her, Shiloh has seen how an earthling can acquire and use the knowledge of stars and cards as to offer others spiritual guidance. All that he knew, she did too, and he could only witness in awe the accuracy of her readings. However, she was fated a tragic end, one that Shiloh couldn’t possibly lead her to. After countless hours of inner conflict, the angel took the decision to disobey his Creator and interfered with her destiny, an act of defiance that would certainly ensure him a grim punishment.

With her passing and the menace of penalty looming over his head, the angel chose not to ascend back to Heaven, instead immersing himself completely into the world of humans. In her memory, and taking advantage of his own knowledge, Shiloh followed the same path, offering reading sessions and spiritual guidance through other means than those his Creator favoured. It didn’t take long before he’s made a name for himself amongst enthusiasts, for reasons more than obvious, and once tainted by earthly affairs, the angel began charging quite hefty amounts for his services. Yet the Watchers were observing his every move, and soon it became clear he wouldn’t be able to freely roam across the human realm without repercussions. To avoid being under their gaze, Shiloh chose to refuge himself at Insolitus, where he set up the same business in the comfort of his apartment, now carefully choosing his clientele as not to encounter any inconveniences.

♚ // Roleplayer

Time zone: gmt+2/+3

OOC! Triggers: I’m emetophobic, so please no explicit descriptions of vomit or the act of.

Themes/genres you like writing the most?: I’m fine with anything, but I prefer drama and angst I guess.