#or if they left him out on purpose thats the biggest middle finger to him ever

[atomicpirateperson]

i keep thinking about how they didnt include him in the song

[arthurflecksgirl]

Carnival`s birthday dance

My sweet friend Sona celebrates her birthday today <3

This is your birthday gift, my dear :-D

A tickelish feeling against your nose woke you up from your dreams. The smell of coffee and cake filled the the air.

The first thing you saw when you woke up was a big, red clown nose right in front of your face. Along with the biggest , bright red smile, framed with black liner. Green,puffy curls tickeling your cheeks as you opened your eyes and remembered it was your birthday.

"Happy biiiiirthdddaayyyyy" Carnival`s cute, childish voice made you giggle before you even realized what was going on. A sloppy smootchie met your lips before he started to sing you a birthday song, his arms waving from the left to the right, doing funny faces.

"Ahh!" he yelled   and he suddenly stopped singing, putting his index finger to his chin, a confused look in his eyes, like he forgot something very important.  Carlival headed to the cassette player and pushed the button. Happy birthday was playing and he sang along. His high pitched voice echoing through the bedroom like there was nothing more important than to spead the message- it was your day.

To be honest, every day was your day when Arthur was around. His unconditional love for you was the greatest gift of them all. You have been through so much together the past years, you felt like every single day you grew closer together, hoping you would melt into one another in the end.

Carnival put his hands to his hips and contiunued dancing in the cutest way possible. His eyey focused on you, looking into yours with so much love and admiration. You could literally feel how much he loved you. How much he enjoyed doing this little birthday dance for you.

You smiled at him "Ohhh my god, what a great way to wake up" you had to yell because the music was quite loud.

All of the sudden Carni fell over his own feet. For a moment you wondered if Arthur really stumbled, he can be quiet clumsy at times. It was on purpose, of course it was. As soon as the clown got back on his feet, he found a magic wand sticking to his back . He grabbed it with his magical hands and pointed it to your face. So close it touched the tip of your nose.

You coudldnt help but laugh.

"What are you up to, Carni?" you giggled. Not waiting for an proper answer because usually Carnival didnt talk much.

The tip of the wand touched your nose three times before he lifted it up in the air and little , colorful hearts  along with a firework of confetti popped out of it.

Seconds later you found yourself covered in it. Carnival giggled.

"Carnival...it smells like cake in here" you teased him "I can tell you ahve been baking something while I was alseep."

He acted all shy. The  face paint made his puppy eyes look even more boyish. His finger slowly covered his lips "Shhhhht...It`s a surprise!" he yelled in his funny voice.

"Not anymore, darling. Not if I can smell the deliciousness all through teh apartment."

You glanced at him with wide eyes and noticed Arthurs adorable smile shining through Carnivals make up. He blinked at you before he danced his way to the kitchen to come back with a huge birthday cake. Red, blue and white. With a big, green candy heart in the middle saying "To the one who showed me happiness".

He took the little card  that was on top of the cake and handed it to you.

You unfolded it and started to read:

"My dearest Y/N,

Life is full of magic since we met.

Thats why we will spent a magical evening at a live comedy show tonight.

I dont wanna spoil anything but possibly we`re going to be the stars of the show.

Happy birthday,darling.

Love you forever,

Arthur"

Your eyes watered and you wanted to ask him about his surprise.  But Carnival wouldnt give you a chance to talk. He hummed along to the melodies playing fro the cassette player.

"Wow, thats one beautiful cake. Thank you so much Carni!"

He shook his head "Not yet...hahah" he laughed.

"First.....dance!"

You pointed at yourself? "Me?"

"Mmmmhhhh hhhmmmm" he nodded while he put the cake on the table beside your bed.

Carnival helped you to get up and pulled you close to his chest. You placed one of your hands on his hips. The worn out clown pants with the colorful patches on them looked baggy on his thin legs. You took a deep breath as your face was close to his neck.

He took your other hand to spin you around in circles,giggeling. The room started to spin and your vision blurred right before he leaned in to kiss you passionately. He never kissed you while wearing his Carnival costume before. It was a huge surprise to  feel his dark framed lips on yours, to taste the sweetness of his tongue.

"You taste like sugar. I can tell you have tasted the cake before me".

He smirked.  It wasnt Carnivals smirk, it was Arthurs. He must have noticed, because just a second later he was in his act again, dancing its way to the cake to lift up the plate. For a brief moment you thought he was going to throw the cake in your face. Anything could happen with Carnival. But he didnt. He took a fork and fed the first bite to you.

Or not. The first bite landed in his own mouth instead.

“Carni!! “ he laughed so hard until his tummy started to hurt. The next piece of cake landed on your tongue.

"Thats more than delicious!" you said.He waited until you swallowed the first bite  and licked the corner of your lips, nodding "Very good " he admitted before he headed to the wardrobe. You watched him with curiousity, what could he possibly be up to?

Carni came back with the widest grin on his face. His own lips matching the painted on smile. A green wig in his right hand. He put the wig on your head "Mrs. Carnival" he giggled while he pulled a small mirror out of his pockets and let you take a look.

"We`re now Mr. and Mrs. Carnival!"

He stroke the straight hair of the light green wig and looked you deep in the eyes.

His love for you was infinite.

His heart pure and soft.

"I love you so much...." you whispered as you slowly pulled down his wig. His brown curls exposed. Messy and sweaty from the heat under the clown wig. You brushed it back gently ".....Arthur" you whispered in his ear.

Artie lifted you up and took you in his arms before he let you down on the sheets, smirking.

You opened the upper button of his clown jacket.

There was no word needed.

It was time to spent your birthday together.

[khaliasama]

A Bizarre Bazaar Run by Buzzing Buds

“Now, we’ve been over this a thousand times. You remember how to dock the ship, correct?” Zodvin asked from behind the pilot’s chair. He gripped the back of the once plush chair and dug his blunted talons into the long worn leather. The saggy skin that made up his outrageous frill began to lift and puff to reflex his nervous state as the battered shop came closer into view.

“Has it ever crossed your mind that the more you hover, the more pressure you place upon Possum’s shoulders?” Sobok retorted as he sauntered into the view. He joined his hunched over partner by the pilot’s chair, green eyes glued to their target destination.

“Possum can do it! Possum good pilot!” the ysoki in question piped up from the seat. The old leather chair had numerous, thick books stacked atop the cushion just to allow the rodent the ability to peek over the much-too-tall dashboard.

Without looking away, Sobok reached over and grasped Possum’s skull between his thumb and first two fingers. He gently turned their head back toward the front. “Eyes forward, always,” he reaffirmed with a low hiss.

“Right, right,” Possum replied, nodding enthusiastically the moment his parent had retraced his hand. Their big, black ears flopped up and down by the constant movement.

“Steady now...” Zodvin mumbled from behind the chair.

Their destination was a crafted structure mounted on a cluster of asteroids. Crude looking thrusters jutted out from the sides and beneath the haphazard looking building. They puttered to life once or twice. They weren’t there for movement, morso to keep the structure from drifting away. While the metal building was clearly made to resemble any other generic shop found on other planets, it still held a distinct resemblance to an old insect hive.

Above the entrance hung the structure’s namesake: Buzzar. It was written with neon letters that in no way, shape, or form resembled one another. The logo was a complete mismash of style as if each letter had been scrounged up from a different location.

Possum was able to navigate their home ship that was more built for a hulking vesk opposed to a tiny ysoki like themself straight into the rickety docking port offered by Buzzar. Zodvin flinched upon hearing metal scraping against metal. The ship came to a halt with a jerk, nearly sending the green-scaled Zodvin to the floor had he not been attached already to the pilot’s seat. As the ship powered down, Possum turned to look up at Sobok, eyes bright with excitement.

“Possum did it!” the exclaimed.

“Indeed,” Sobok replied, finally tearing his eyes away. He turned on his heel and walked toward the main exit. “From what I gathered, this area is still relatively untouched from the sudden influx of universe tearings. That doesn’t mean we should let our guards down.”

Possum hopped out of the pilot seat and landed on the metal flooring with a loud thump. They bounded after the cobra-like vesk, hot on his heels. Zodvin followed soon after, scrambling to his feet to chase the other two down.

“You think this place will ever get hit?” Zodvin asked as they descended the ramp. He cringed upon seeing the sides of their ship. It had suffered a few scrapes from the docking.

“Anything’s possible in this climate. I’d say something along the lines of ‘I hope not,’ but it’s hard to be optimistic with the events settling before us thus far,” Sobok responded. He crossed his arms behind his back and walked with purpose toward Buzzar’s entrance.

Possum had taken the lead already, bursting past their parents with little effort. This would mark their third visit to this strange sight out in the middle of space. They paused before the gaping entrance and sat back on their haunches, tilting their head upward until they nearly fell backwards from the sheer height that towered before them.

The building was shaped from long sheets of metal warped and wrapped around one another to produce a conal shape. Some of the material looked fresh while other parts looked like it had been scraped up from the bottom of a barrel. Possum’s ears twitched as it heard the electrical current flicker through the letters that made up the building’s namesake.

Their parents caught up and walked past, dipping underneath the roof of the entrance and coming upon the main doorway - the only nicely crafted part of the whole building. The doors shimmered chrome and looked brand new. Possum jumped onto Sobok’s leg and clamored up his body until they nestled in the the massive hood of their jacket as the two vesks triggered the motion sensor and walked through the metal doors. They opened and closed with a familiar whoosh, whisking the trio into a decompression chamber.

After a few minutes of waiting, they were cleared to enter Buzzar, and as per usual, it was a lackluster sight. The organization of the shelves and stock was questionable at best. Guns, rifles, and other weapons hung on the walls with no particular structure to how they were grouped. Bins of rocks and scraps of metal were left out in the open. It was nothing short of a mess.

Enough of the clutter had been cleared to allow for a large desk to be placed in the center of the main floor, manned by a single shirren. He possessed a long, centipede-like neck and head. The dim lighting reflected off his dark brown exoskeleton. As the trio approached, the shirren’s orange antennae began to twist and twitch.

“Friends!” came a cheerful greeting that projected into the trio’s minds.

Possum sat up in their makeshift nest. “Friend!” they yelled into the stillness of the messy shop. Their voice was the only one to echo off the dark and dusty walls.

“Yes, yes! It’s wonderful to see you again, little fuzzy friend.” The shirren clicked his mandibles and splayed his hands atop the countertop, brushing aside bits of a radio that had been taken apart.

“Possum! My name is Possum!” the ysoki continued, practically barking from Sobok’s jacket hood.

“My apologies, Possum. You chose that name and I should be mindful of that choice!”

“This place looks as rundown as the last time we saw it, Nact,” Zodvin mumbled as he approached the counter. He swiped a green finger along the desks edge and lifted the dusty pad closer to his eyes. His face scrunched with mild disgust upon further inspection. “Have any of you ever thought about cleaning the place up a bit? No wonder you guys hardly see much business out here.”

Nact tilted his head, eyes unblinking as he stared up at the frilled vesk. “We do clean.”

“Not enough! Look at this place...there’s shit everywhere!”

“But of course! It’s a shop!”

Zodvin pinched the bridge of his snout. “That’s not...no proper shop looks like this.”

Nact’s bright orange antenna twitched at the response. “I suppose we can afford to dust a little more,” he admitted.

Sobok cleared his throat, drawing the attention of the other two. “As enthralling as your conversation about excessive dust build up is, that isn’t the sole reason we decided to visit,” he stated. He rummaged about in his pocket before procuring a piece of metal and placing it on the desk. The light caught the chrome sheen of the surface as he slid it forward.

“We pulled apart an old, abandoned freighter. Wondered if you could use the scrap,” Sobok continued as he kept his eyes trained on the shirren before him.

Nact grasped the scrap between his clawed hands and brought it closer to his face. His head tilted to the left than right as his antenna caressed the worn metal. A few moments passed before he pushed it toward his mandibles and chewed on the piece. With a satisfied hum, Nact placed the scrap back upon the desk.

“We can work with this! Not the best condition, but not the worst either,” he hummed in their minds as he dipped out of view.

“We’ll bring the rest in, then,” Sobok replied before tilting his head to glance over his shoulder. “Possum, why don’t you go find the others while we do that? I’m sure they’ll be happy to see you.”

“But Possum want to help!” the ysoki exclaimed, sitting up in protest.

“And we appreciate the help, but Possum is scrawny in comparison,” Zodvin chimed in as he lifted Possum from their perch and set them on the ground.

“K’sen and Thil are upstairs sorting gun parts,” Nact chimed in, though he still hadn’t reappeared from his temporary hiding spot.

“Go on, now. We have boring adult stuff to talk about,” Zodvin said, nuding Possum with his foot.

With a soft grumble, Possum hoped away from the main gathering point and set themselves to scurrying up the nearby stairs. Navigating a building meant for larger folk would have been more difficult if Possum weren’t naturally adept at scaling all sorts of obstacles. Their legs couldn’t comfortably climb the massive set of stairs laid out before them, but Possum cleared this hurdle by hopping up each step with little effort. They sneezed on the way up; the amount of dust present tickled their sensitive nose.

Unused scrap metal seemed to be the biggest commodity the trio of shirren collected in their shop, making it look more like a hoarder’s paradise opposed to a facility used to buy and sell goods. Upon reaching the second floor, Possum paused their movements and lifted their ears. This floor was as flat and open as the last, but far more cluttered. Mismatched armor hung on mannequins of all shapes and sizes. They each lacked any kind of head shape, seemingly torn or eaten away by time.

Toward the far back, Possum’s ears caught movement. They bounded in the direction, hopping over empty ammo cartridges and pass a fuel tank. “Possum here!” the announced, stepping into view and spotting the other two shirren that shared business responsibility within Buzzar.

The two in question looked up, mandibles clicking and antenna feeling the air. The one closest to Possum was the taller of the two. They were beetle-like in nature with a shimmering iridescent carapace that seemed to change color each time they shifted under the dim light.

“Possum!” they called into the ysoki’s mind. “What a pleasant surprise!” They turned toward the other shirren, waving one of their clawed hands in the process. “Look, dear, it’s Possum!”

The final shirren tilted her head. She was the most traditional looking out of the trio of Buzzar with her heavily locust-like appearance. “I see that. Did you bring more scrap for us?” she called into their head.

“Yep! They bring it in while Possum told to come find you,” Possum replied as they pushed a nearby stool over and hopped onto it. Their feet dangled high above the ground as their body only covered maybe half of the stool’s surface. “What keep Thil and K’sen busy?”

“Sorting!” Thil, the iridescent beetle, chirped in Possum’s mind. “We’re a bit behind on shoring this place up.”

“How many others visit?” Possum asked.

“Can’t say it’s a whole lot,” K’sen, the locust-looking shirren, admitted. “If it weren’t for your parents helping us, we’d be gonners.”

“Why no big visits?” Possum continued. They began to kick their legs, watching how the shirren meticulously worked sorting gun parts into all kinds of piles. As they glanced over each small stack, they couldn’t help but wonder what the thought process was as nothing seemed to have a coherent pattern. If they squinted hard enough, they could maybe assume assume the choices were based on color.

K’sen shrugged, eyes focused on the work before her. “Competition for one thing. It could be argued that bigger chains do our job better, but they don’t have the same charm we do.”

“We’ve tried spreading the word, but people seem to be actively avoiding this area lately,” Thil added. “Almost as if something drove them off.”

Possum tilted their head. “What makes Thil say that?”

The long, segmented antenna that Thil sported grew still as the shirren fell into deep thought. “Just a feeling.”

“Not this again,” K’sen sighed in Possum’s mind. She paused her movements as she looked up at her partner. “You’ve been on about this for a while.”

“About what?” Possum interjected.

The somewhat cheery atmosphere had turned more chilly. The shirren glanced at each other before looking to Possum.

“Don’t worry about it, Possum. It’s nothing,” Thil tried to reassure the ysoki.

Possum tilted their head, dark eyes looking over the brightly colored shirren with intense curiosity. The two resumed their work, dropping into a comfortable silence once more. Possum didn’t try to press the issue. They had a feeling if they tried to continue the conversation, it would only end up with their friends becoming irritable. Wanting to avoid that outcome, Possum let themselves embrace the silence.

Twenty minutes passed with sparse conversation before Possum’s ears perked up at the sound of heavy footsteps ascending the nearby flight of stairs. They turned their head toward the source of the noise and spotted Zodvin’s green head poking above the numerous mounds of scraps.

“Possum! It’s time to go!” he called.

Possum hopped off the stool and pushed it back to its original spot. “Bye, bye!” the shouted at the shirren as they hopped off toward their parent. When the frilled vesk came into view, Possum jumped at him and climbed up his body. They found a perch on his shoulders.

“Ready to go?” Zodvin asked as he made his way back down the stairs.

“Uh-huh! Parents bring everything in?” Possum asked.

“Yep. We’re good to go.”

“Have good conversation?”

“Have great conversation.”

“Great!!” Possum chirped as they stepped back onto the first floor.

Nact had resumed his tinkering with the old, taken apart radio. Sobok awaited their return by the entrance. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed. Upon spotting the two, he pushed himself away and dropped his posture.

“Bye, Nact! See next time!” Possum called to the centipede before disappearing from the shop. They received an equally cheerful response.

As the trio approached their ship, Possum became antsy with energy. “Possum can drive again?” they asked, looking between Zodvin and Sobok.

An immediate reply wasn’t given, causing them to deflate a little. “Sure, Possum. Just be careful,” Zodvin finally said.

Possum tugged on the hanging skin that made up Zodvin’s frill. “Dad okay?”

“What? Yeah, Possum, don’t worry. Just a little tired from hauling a bunch of shit in.”

Something about his response made Possum frown. The entrance to their ship opened up and Possum hopped off of Zodvin’s shoulders. They ran up the ramp, far ahead of their parents, and straight into the ship. The state of their interior was a stark contrast to what lied within Buzzar. While the shirren owned shop had a clear layer of dust inhabiting every corner, the vesk ship was near spotless. Possum hopped into the pilot seat and eagerly awaited their parents’ arrival.

Normally, the two vesk were just as eager to board and blast off, but their movements now seemed sluggish and careful. The shift in mood was noticeable to Possum. “Where we go?” they called to the vesk as they stepped into view.

“Hmm...not sure yet. We’ll figure that out once we get a ways out of here,” Sobok said offhandedly.

Possum tilted their head again, large ears flopping over with the movement. “Dad okay?”

Sobok patted Possum’s head. “Dad fine,” he said with a smile.

The ship ignited to life, engines roaring like a massive beast. They pulled away from the quirky shirren shop attached to a cluster of asteroids and watched it grow smaller and smaller. The horribly mismatched letter signs were the last things to wink out of sight.

[amelielatremoille-blog]

Task 5!

Basic Character Questions

First name? Amelie

Surname? La Tremoille

Middle names? Violetta

Nicknames? Ames, Ame, she doesn’t have many.

Date of birth? February 10th

Age? 25

Physical / Appearance

Height? 5′3″

Weight? 125 pounds

Build? Small,

Hair color? Blonde

Hair style? Down, curled, straightened, ponytail, braided

Eye color? Green

Eye Shape? Upturned

Glasses or contact lenses? Neither

Distinguishing facial features? She has a mole on the left side of her face, underneath her lip and when she smiles, the right side of her lips quirk up a bit more.

Which facial feature is most prominent? Her eyes.

Which bodily feature is most prominent? Depends on who you're talking to, she’d say her breasts.

Other distinguishing features? Not that she knows of.

Skin? Soft, Ivory, marks easily

Hands? Soft, small, dainty.

Make up? Back home, she’d always have makeup on. Whether it was a tinted moisturizer of a full face.

Scars? One on her shoulder from when she was younger

Birthmarks? Yes

Tattoos? A rose on her right forearm, an arrow on her left forearm, and a cross on her finger, 

Physical handicaps? none

Type of clothes? She stays more towards the current street style

How do they wear their clothes? She likes to re-purpose, so if you see her cutting up a shirt, that’s why

What are their feet like? (type of shoes, state of shoes, socks, feet, pristine, dirty, worn, etc) She’s always getting new shoes, so you never see her wearing shoes that are terribly dirty. She keeps her feet clean.

Race / Ethnicity? French, Caucasian.

Mannerisms? When she’s bored she tends to start to hum or sing, and she can

Are they in good health? Very.. at least in her opinion.

Do they have any disabilities? Nope.

Personality

What words or phrases do they overuse? “Oh mon dieu!”

Do they have a catchphrase? Nope.

Are they more optimistic or pessimistic? Optimistic/

Are they introverted or extroverted. Extroverted

Do they ever put on airs? No.

What bad habits do they have? Her drinking habits have gotten.. out of hand.

What makes them laugh out loud? Anything. Literally, anything.

How do they display affection? She gets very touchy.

Mental handicaps? None.

How do they want to be seen by others? She wants to be seen as someone who is caring, yet knows how to exert herself in demanding situations.

How do they see themselves? A fragile girl who has gone through too much.

How are they seen by others? She doesn’t know, and she’d rather not know.

Strongest character trait? She’s very trustworthy.

Weakest character trait? She’s very impatient.

How competitive are they? Very, challenge her to a game of anything, and she will try her hardest to win.

Do they make snap judgements or take time to consider? Snap judgements.

How do they react to praise? She loves it.

How do they react to criticism? She takes it with a grain of salt.

What is their greatest fear? Losing her family.

What are their biggest secrets? Her times with Clay.

What is their philosophy of life? She doesn't believe in life philosophies.

When was the last time they cried? When she found out Mathieu was on the island.

What haunts them? The fact that she left her parents on a bad note. Now she doesn’t know if they’ll even take her back.

What are their political views? She doesn’t have any political party she supports.

What will they stand up for? She’ll stand up for anything she believes to be true/right, even if she is wrong.

Who do they quote? She doesn’t tend to quote people.

Are they indoorsy or outdoorsy? Both.

What is their sinful little habit? PDA. Even though people hate it, she loves it.

What sense do they most rely on? Her hearing.

How do they treat people better than them? She treats them how she treats everyone else, with respect.

How do they treat people worse than them? She can be a bit condescending, but if she finds out why they’re the way they are, she tries her hardest to help them.

What quality do they most value in a friend? Trust.

What do they consider an overrated virtue? Patience and intelligence.

If they could change one thing about themselves, what would it be? Her attitude.

What is their obsession? Television.

What are their pet peeves? When someone doesn’t know how to take care of themselves and doesn’t know basic hygiene.

What are their idiosyncrasies? She quirks/furrows her eyebrows a lot, and tends to run her hands through her hair quite a bit.

Friends and Family

Is their family big or small? Who does it consist of? Her family is relatively quaint, consisting of her parents, and her three siblings.

What is their perception of family? They should be someone who never stop loving you, ever stops supporting you, never stops believing in you no matter what.

Do they have siblings? Older or younger? She does have siblings, two older sisters and one older brother.

Describe their best friend. Understanding, trustworthy.

Ideal best friend? Someone she could tell anything to, someone she could go to if she’s having a bad day... basically someone to be her substitute sibling.

Describe their other friends. She doesn’t have many friends.

Describe their acquaintances. Most of the royals.

Do they have any pets? Yes, she has a black lab she got a few days before getting brought to the island.

Who are their natural allies? She has many natural allies.

Who are their surprising allies? She doesn’t have any surprising allies.

Past and Future

What was your character like as a baby? As a child? As a baby and a child, her parents spoiled her like no other- thats where her bratty attitude comes from.

Did they grow up rich or poor? Rich

Did they grow up nurtured or neglected? She was nurtured up until her late teens. The more rebellious she got, the less her parent’s started to care.

What is the most offensive thing they ever said? She told her mom that she wished she ( her mom ) was infertile and never had her ( amelie )

What is their greatest achievement? Finally getting her mothers approval.

What was their first kiss like? How awkward can a kiss between two twelve year olds be? Oh, super awkward.

What is the worst thing they did to someone they loved? Told them to leave her alone and that she never want’s to see their face again.

What are their ambitions? Finish law school.

What advice would they give their younger self? To listen to her mom.

What smells remind them of their childhood? Fresh rain mixed with the smell of orchids.

What was their childhood ambition? To be a doctor.

What is their best childhood memory? When she went to her first peace meeting and learned what being a royal was truly about.

What is their worst childhood memory? When her mom and dad left in the middle of a night for an emergency meeting, she was scared shitless.

Did they have an imaginary childhood friend? No.

When was the last time they were crushed with disappointment? When she realized that there was a slight chance that she may never get to see her parents again.

What past act are they most ashamed of? When she stopped looking for him. She never should’ve stopped looking.

What past act are they most proud of?

Has anyone ever saved their life? Plenty of times. She has a habit of putting herself in danger.

Strongest childhood memory? When she and her brother had their first bad fight, she was ten, he was fourteen.

Love

Do they believe in love at first sight? Yes, it’s how her parents met.

Are they in a relationship? No.

How do they behave in a relationship? She’s very adoring, and acts like that person is the center of her world. If she falls, she falls hard.

When did you character last have sex? Oh God. I don’t even know... before the island?

What type of sex does your character have? Rough, kinky.

Has your character ever been in love? No, not that she consciously knows of. She tries to distance herself from it.

Have they ever had their heart broken? Yes.

Conflict

How do they respond to a threat? With a worse threat.

Are they most likely to fight with their fists or their tongue? Fight with her tongue, she has witty comebacks for days.

What is your character’s kryptonite? Her family. She make act like she hates her mom and dad, but if anything were to happen to them, she’d be heart broken.

If your character could only save one thing from their burning house, what would it be? Figuring her siblings were out, she’d get her notebooks.

How do they perceive strangers? She tries not to judge to quickly, but sometimes she preceives ideas way too quickly.

What do they love to hate? All the Marvel villains. (besides Thanos ofc)

What are their phobias? Spiders.

What is their choice of weapon? A knife.

What living person do they most despise? She doesn’t despise anyone.

Have they ever been bullied or teased? Yes.

Where do they go when they’re angry? When she was at the palace, she’d go to the garden, the flowers and aromas would calm her down. Being on the island, she goes to the shoreline and watches the waves.

Who are their enemies and why? She doesn’t necessarily have any enemies. She finds hatred to be to much of a burden.

Work, Education and Hobbies

What is their current job? She doesn’t have one.

What do they think about their current job? N/A

What are some of their past jobs? One time her parents made her work in a fast food restaurant as a work of charity.

What are their hobbies? Writing music, singing, playing piano, tending to her garden, shopping.

Educational background? She stopped going to university half way through her law degree.

Intelligence level? She’s very gifted in lot’s of things- except calculus.

Do they have any specialist training? She had a musician teach her piano for a bit, but she got the hang of it faster than most.

Do they have a natural talent for something? She is very talented at piano- it’s the only ‘talent’ she has... according to her mother.

Do they play a sport? Are they any good? She does not play any sports.

What is their socioeconomic status? She’s always been wealthy.

Favorites

What is their favorite animal? Dogs.

Which animal to they dislike the most? Cats, she finds them to lazy for her liking.

What place would they most like to visit? She would really like to go to America again. Their lifestyles are so different.

What is the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen? The way different countries can come together and put aside their difference when another country has something bad happen to them.

What is their favorite song? Nico and the Niners - Twenty One Pilots

Music, art, reading preferred? Music.

What is their favorite color? Red.

What is their password? ;)

Favorite food: Any type of pasta.

What is their favorite work of art? “A New Beginning” by Alen Vejzovic

Who is their favorite artist? Alisher Kushakov

What is their favorite day of the week? Wednesday.

Possessions

What is in their fridge: A bottle of wine for emergencies, Dr. Pepper, and miscellaneous snacks.

What is on their bedside table? A book, a sketchbook, a notebook, and her phone.

What is in their car? Chap stick, charger cords, portable chargers, and a small bag full of necessities.

What is in their bin? Makeup removing wipes, broken pencils, and scrunched up pieces of paper.

What is in their purse or wallet? A couple of notes, her debit card, license, and a few gift cards of sorts.

What is in their pockets? Chapstick.

What is their most treasured possession? Her piano.

Spirituality

Who or what is your character’s guardian angel? She doesn’t believe she has a guardian angle.

Do they believe in the afterlife? Yes

What are their religious views? She believes there has to be some form of a higher power, but doesn’t know what.

What do they think heaven is? A warm, welcoming place.

What do they think hell is? A indefinite void of emptiness.

Are they superstitious? Sometimes.

What would they like to be reincarnated as? A bird.

How would they like to die? After living out a long, meaningful life.

What is your character’s spirit animal? A wolf.

What is their zodiac sign? Aquarius.

Values

What do they think is the worst thing that can be done to a person? To be taken away from their family and the people they love against their will.

What is their view of ‘freedom’? To be able to do whatever they want, whenever they want.

When did they last lie? Probably the last time she spoke to a pirate.

What’s their view of lying? If it’s needed, its needed.

When did they last make a promise? The other day.

Did they keep or break their last promise? Keep

Daily life

What are their eating habits? She tends to skip breakfast and/or lunch, but dinner is a must.

Do they have any allergies? Nope.

Describe their home. Welcoming, judgmental, warm, playful, light spirited.

Are they minimalist or a clutter hoarder? Minimalist.

What do they do first thing on a weekday morning? Go to the kitchen and see what foods are being prepared.

What do they do on a Sunday afternoon? Family outings.

What do they do on a Friday night? Depends who she’s with but normally, she’s at home, watching musicals, and drinking.

What is the soft drink of choice? Dr. Pepper

What is their alcoholic drink of choice? Wine.

Miscellaneous

What is their character archetype? (Innocent, Orphan, Hero, Caregiver, Explorer, Rebel, Lover, Creator, Jester, Sage, Magician, Ruler) Lover

Who is their hero? Her dad.

What or who would your character dress up as for Halloween? She doesn’t really do Halloween.

Are they comfortable with technology? Very.

If they could save one person, who would it be? Her grandmother.

If they could call one person for help, who would it be? Celestine

What is their favorite proverb? “Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.”

What is their greatest extravagance? Travel. She loves to go to different countries, whether it’s for business or not.

What is their greatest regret? Leaving her home on the night she learned her parents had married her off.

What is their perception of redemption? Redemption is necessary, no matter what.

What would they do if they won the lottery? Give the money to charity. She doesn’t need anymore.

What is their favorite fairytale? Rapunzel.

What fairytale do they hate? Snow White.

Do they believe in happy endings? Yes.

What is their idea of perfect happiness? Being able to be yourself, no matter what.

What would they ask a fortune teller? Will she meet the love of her life?

If your character could travel through time, where would they go? 1950′s in America.

What sport do they excel at? She’s not good at sports.

What sport do they suck at? Basically any sport you could imagine.

If they could have a superpower, what would they choose? Whatever powers Doctor Strange has.