#sorry if anybody notices the reposts this keeps not appearing in the tags

[redkyrii]

Honestly.

[dreamer-snail]

Rebel Companies Prologue

Word Count: 1557

Warnings: sibling quarrels?, I don’t think swears but maybe, unedited

A/N: Look, did I start further back in the scene than needed? Probably, but I wrote stuff that I don’t feel like deleting so just be happy I’m writing human words 😅. There’s not too much scene setting here so sorry if it gets confusing. And if you didn’t read Y/N’s Backstory yet, check it out!

*I don’t own Uncharted or whatever so credit to the lines/scenes I took from the game. If you want to watch some of the walkthrough for visual references, I started the scene here at about 16:00 to the end* 

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“This is bad,” Nathan mumbles, leaning his forearms along to cool metal of the railing, looking out on the water.

Nate couldn’t believe his brother was here. After, what--15 years?--Samuel Drake turns up alive, having been in prison all those years, and then just shows up to find his little brother? The two Drakes stayed awake all night--just catching up on the things Sam had missed and all the adventures Nathan has been on. But once the sun’s rays grazed the river and the streets of New Orleans, the eldest Drake revealed the real reason he was here: to find Henry Avery’s treasure--the treasure that started it all. But this time if Sam can’t find it, he’ll be dead.

“Well, we’ll just pick up the trail where we left off and--���

“Wait, trail?” Nathan cuts in sarcastically, glancing at his older brother, “Sam, there’s no trail. After Rafe and I escaped he took his parents’ fortune and bought up all the land around Saint Dismas Cathedral. We combed that place for weeks--Avery’s treasure isn’t there.”

Sam slowly lifts his left hand to inhale the smoke from his cigarette, appearing calm despite Nathan’s words. As Sam breathes out, Nate continues, with an almost distant look in his eyes.

“Not that that stopped Rafe . . . moron’s been digging for years, still hasn’t turned up squat.” Sam wiggles his head a little.

“Not really surprised,” he comments somewhat cockily while taking another drag.

Furrowing his brows and glancing at his brother, Nate asks, “What does that mean?” In response, Sam shrugs his shoulders and reaches for something in his jean jacket pocket.

“Well, just--ya know, I happened to do a little digging of my own, and uh,” Sam pauses to show the folded paper between his fingers to Nathan, “bet you Rafe doesn’t have this.” With a little huff, Nate snatches the paper out of Sam’s hand before unfolding it.

“It’s really amazing what you can find on the internet these days . . .” Sam breathes out. Confused, Nathan sighs before responding to his brother’s comment.

“It’s just the Saint Dismas’s Cross.”

“Oh, is it?” Sam questions confidently, “Because the one we found was broken and hollow, remember?” With that, Sam turns his head to the younger Drake, waiting for a response. Shocked, Nate looks closer at the picture.

“Holy crap, it’s still intact,” he breathes out, just above a whisper. Lost in thought, Nathan’s eyes move around, realizing what this information means.

“Avery . . . made more than one cross.”

“So whatever is missing from the one in Panama . . .” Sam leaves in the air while he stands up straight.

“. . . is probably still inside this one,” Nate finishes, waving the paper up and down in his hand, eyes widening. Sam smirks and nods his head with a confirming hum. Nathan does a little happy scoff, almost not believing that after all these years, there’s still more to Avery’s story.

“Well alright! Where is this?” Nate asks, referring to the cross.

“Oh this,” Sam starts playfully, plucking the paper from Nate’s hand, “exquisite piece is going up for auction in three days at the Rossi estate.” Sam folds the paper, tucking it away, and faces his younger brother.

“The Rossi estate?” he questioned sarcastically.

“Oh, you know it?” Sam shots back in the same tone.

“Uh, yeah . . . and how do you plan on securing an invite to an exclusive--heavily guarded, black market auction?” Sam nods and shrugs his shoulders.

“Well, you don’t necessarily need an invitation,” he says slowly, waving his hands for emphasis, “per say.” Nate, knowing his brother will just sneak in, asks a different question as the two men turn back to the water.

“Where are you going to get the money to outbid all the high rollers? I could take a second mortgage out on my house and still not have enough . . . to--” Nate realizes what his brother’s silence means, muttering, “yeah, you’re gonna try and steal it, huh?” Nate bows his head while Sam shakes his and chuckles.

“No,” the eldest Drake starts, pulling the cig from his mouth, “we are,” he finishes seriously, exhaling the smoke from his lungs. Nathan, realizing what his brother is suggesting, immediately shakes his head.

“Oh no. No, man, listen I’m--I can’t,” Nates backs away, “I-I’m out.”

“What?” Sam voices, furrowing his brows, and turns towards his brother in confusion.

“No, I-I-I just don’t do that kind of thing anymore,” Nate pauses. “Besides there are plenty of other guys that are much more equipped,” Sam scoffs in the background while Nathan keeps going, “to . . . handle this kind of thing!” Sam shakes his and walks to his little brother.

“Like who?

“Um--” Nate quickly grabs his phone, scrolling through his contacts, looking for a name.

“No, no, no--” Sam repeats over Nate.

“Look--I know there’s someone in here--”

“No, no,” Sam finally cuts off, “Absolutely not. I don’t trust anybody in that phone with my life, okay? . . . I need you on this one,” Sam finishes softly, looking into his brother’s eyes. Not knowing what to say, Nathan shakes his head, searching for an answer.

“Sam, there’s gotta be another way.” And Sam only sighs sadly at that.

“Not with the time I got left,” he whispers, walking back to the railing, tossing the end of his cig before pulling a new one from the pack in his pocket. Conflicting thoughts swim in Nathan’s head, but, in the end . . . he knows what he has to do. Calling up Elana, his wife, Nathan makes up a story about his boss having the permits for the Mylasian job as a cover. Finishing the call, he walks back to the railing where Sam is, and harshly grips the metal.

What am I going to do, Nate wonders. He just lied to his wife and now he’s expected to risk his life to save his brother? Despite his frustration, Nathan knows he would do anything for his brother, determined to save him and make up for last time . . . Nathan ruffles his hair and decides to dive right in.

“Listen, Sam,” the eldest looks to his little brother, “if I’m going to do this--if we are, it can’t just be the two of us.” Nathan waits for his brother’s response, seeing the aggravated expression on his face.

“Nate, I already said I don’t want anyone else--I don’t trust them!” Sam all but yells. However, Nathan is determined to persuade his brother.

“But you trust me, right?” Nate questions with a raised voice. Sam remains silent, eyes still on Nathan.

“You trust me, so trust me when I say we’re going to need more help. Listen, I’ve done this before, okay--I know what the stakes are . . . it’s never as easy as the one time. There’s always more to the story, meaning we need more help.” When Nate finishes, he expects Sam to put up a fight, but notices that Sam is quiet. He gives a huff of annoyance before turning to his brother, gesturing for Nathan to continue. Happy with himself, Nate flips open his phone once again looking for people to help, but there aren’t many available options. Sighing, but still searching, Nathan breaks the silence between the two.

“Okay, well the only free person I can think of is Victor.” As soon as the name leaves Nate’s lips, Sam sighs and shakes his head in annoyance.

“Absolutely, not! Of all the people you could chose, I probably trust him the least--”

“Listen! Sully has a lot of connections, okay?” Sam leans his elbows on the railing and puts his head in his heads while Nate continues. “He’s great for getting in and scouting a place out. Plus he has a plane we can use, so he’s coming,” Nate finishes, lightly chopping his hand on the railing to signify the end of that part of the conversation. Sam just sighs and moves to take a harsh inhale of his cigarette, while Nate looks out at the bustling, New Orleans streets as people start their days. 

“But it can’t just be Sully--he’s getting too old for all the climbing around we do so . . .” Nate trails off while looking through his contacts once again.

Sam sings lowly, “He doesn’t even have to come . . .” 

“Sam--” Nate sighs frustratedly, and his brother holds up his hands in mock defense, exhaling the smoke from his lungs. Nathan pauses to think of who else would be willing to join. “Look if we’re gonna do this, Sam, we’re gonna do it right, meaning we need another body to keep an eye on things or at least be there as backup for when things can go to shit,” he reinforces.

Finally, after scrolling through a few times, Nathan realizes he’s out of options and settles for the name on his screen. Sam, sensing his brother’s stillness, glances over.

“So, who did you have in mind, little brother?” Sam mumbles with the cigarette that’s in his mouth.

“A, uh, friend of a friend--” Nate responds, immediately receiving a glare from Sam. “--a trustworthy friend of a friend. We’ve only met once, but she’s just as committed to this sort of thing as I was.”

Nathan shoves the phone towards his brother who grabs the rectangle and looks closer at the name. Raising an eyebrow at his brother, Sam looks up before questioning, “Who the hell is Y/N L/N?”

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A/N: Hope you liked it! The next part won’t becoming out for a while since I want to write the whole series first then release the parts weekly. Enjoy this taste, and come back for more once I finish! It would mean a lot if people could repost this or comment if you have any ideas for the story. I don’t know--yell at me or something. Also let me know if you want to be tagged. Thanks, everyone!

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[maikoyaki]

Maikoyaki’S RP PLOTTING CHEAT-SHEET

Want new-and-exciting plots for your character? Long to reach out to more of your followers, but don’t know where to start? Fear not! Fill out this form and give your RP partners both present and future all the of juicy jumping off points they need to help you get your characters acquainted.

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Tagged by @aragakisan

Mun name: Saku

OOC Contact: Through tumblr messager for now. I might get discord idk

Who the heck is my muse anyway:

Maiko is the only child of two hardworking parents. While they both love their daughter, it can’t be said the same for themselves. There has been some difficulties at home that often leads the child to find shelter at the local park. Often alone, she always tries to find something to do or someone to talk to. This usually leads to her approaching strangers on a daily basis. She’s the type of child who would ask endless questions while trying to find some sort of adventure during the day so she could forget about the situation going on at home until it gets too late. Speaking of which, don’t ever ask about her problems with her parents as she would quickly change the subject or shut down if one continues to pester her about it. Because of this, she’s a very brash individual. Whatever is on her mind, she will quickly let it be known despite the consequences that it may carry. Don’t be too offended by some of her comments. She truly means well. If you want to get on her good side, a can of madbull and a plate of takoyaki will make her loves you forever.  

Points of interest:

Most people would realize how alone she is most of the days. While she does have friends at school, it’s not often does she invite them to hang out with her afterward. It’s mostly because she’s afraid they would want to visit her home at one point and the last thing she needs is ber parents bickering in front of them. It also helps so that none will ask about her house problems. (It’ll be nice to have someone try to talk to her about it though) 

She lacks common courtesy sometimes. Usually, it depends on their appearance as she judges them from what she sees/hears on tv or the internet. She’s that easily influence.

She’s too trusting of strangers. There’s really ups and downs to this. While it’s great that she’s not afraid in talking to anybody, it may lead her to some troubles as she doesn’t think about the danger that may happen.  

She has a vivid imagination because of cartoons and manga. So there’s time where you’ll see her having her own conversations and adventures with herself while she plays in the sand, climbing up the jungle gym, etc. Pretty much like how Bonnie plays with her toy from Toy Story 3. 

Her braided buns is something she cherish the most, even if they look very odd for some people. It’s something that her mother would take the time every morning to style as such and the time when her mother focus on her daughter. They would talk about the activities they did yesterdays, her current standing in school, etc. It’s a nice but short distraction. 

Another noticeable feature is her red backpack because it’s a gift from her father. She always takes good care of it so her father wouldn’t stress about funding in a new one. He wouldn’t mind but Maiko doesn’t want to feel like a burden. 

What they’ve been up to recently:

(What plot lines or story arcs is your blog going through? What’s motivating your character right now?)

As of right now she’s just trying to avoid returning back home so she tries to stay out as late as possible before her parents notice. Her excuse usually involves missing a stop or staying for extra help during cram school. 

She’s trying to bond with more people beside the main protagonists because she’s very curious about everyone’s daily lives. She’s also very nosy, so she likes to pry a lot. 

She’s still bonding with the main protagonists, mainly just enjoying their simple days of eating takoyaki and drinking madbulls. 

She’s trying to find the right words to talk to her parents but she still think running away is the best option.

Where to find them:

(Which locations does your muse frequent?)

There’s only two places this child will visit. The first is the Nagasaki Shrine because next door to the shrine is the playground. It’s not that popular during the weekday but it still keeps her occupy on a daily basis. 

The second location is at the Strip mall, specifically at Octopia because that place sells the best Takoyaki in the world. 

Current plans:

(Do you have any upcoming arcs in the works? This can be as vague or specific as you feel like)

Based on the interactions so far, she’s just trying to make some people open up more. Nothing really special or any particular plan right now. 

Desired interactions:

(What kind of interactions would you like for your character? Do they need more friends? Enemies? Maybe a shoulder to cry on, or someone to teach them how to dance?)

She always need more friends, mostly friends around her age. It’s oddly easier for her to make friends with people way older than her because if they judge her, she’ll simply blame their “old” age and try again. But other kids can share her imaginations way better than adults. 

I love angst so I would love to have more thread where she’s just grossly sobbing into someone’s shoulder because I imagine this girl has tons of pent up emotions. Relating to this, it’ll be fun to have a thread where she’s so pent up that she just lashes out at either a stranger or the main protags. Especially the main protagonists because imagine how horrible maiko would feel that she just burst out like that. Give me deep conversation about parents relationships or lack thereof. Tell her your philosophy as a result of your upbringing because not everyone are happy (looking at you sees gang).

I also love cheesiness so simple things like teaching her to ride a bike, learning patience through gardening, trying to study but can’t because she gets distracted easily, changing hair style, baking, cooking, SLUMBER PARTY, etc. You know, all those cutesy things because these things makes the best memories. 

 I dare you to try to stop her takoyaki and madbull addictions.

Offered interactions:

(Does your character make clothes? Fix things? Challenge passers-by to battle? Steal people’s lunch money? What scenarios can your character offer that other players might be interested in?)

She’s a little shit head who thinks it’s fun to pick on strangers until they either go away or try to fight her. She also talks a lot so expect a lot of questions about every little thing about your characters, especially if it is their first time meeting. Often time though, she will ask you to play with her.

Current open post/s:

Idek i need to check lol

Anything else?:

I’m so slow in replies so expect a long wait. I’m sorry in advance.

Tagging: Not tagging cause it’s so delay lol

[coalessscence]

RULES.  Repost, do not reblog !  Tag 10 !  Good  luck ! Tagged by: @fatherofmachine (sorry it took so long and tHANK U !!) Tagging:  @desxderium @fireversed (for raja!) @aceinthehcle @haplesstimetraveller @jigowatt @doomedtogether (for anyone u like !!) @floriistry (for ur depressed florist ;) ) @stridande @annastrxng @feliciahadley @piper-aileen-lenox (ONLY IF YOU RLY WANT TO HUN !! DW IF U DONT !!) @thoracicbeams @agxntvanpelt (there’s no rush/don’t feel obligated oml !!) @pxperhearts (for jennifer) 

 (i’m doing this one for MIRA.)

BASICS.

FULL  NAME : Mira Kathleen Colburn (former alias, Nora P. Retwood) NICKNAME/S : None at the moment AGE :  verse dependent; default is 39. BIRTHDAY : August 12th, 1977 ETHNIC  GROUP :  Caucasian / white. NATIONALITY :  American. LANGUAGE/S : English, a tiny, acquired-in-passing amount of several others (spanish, french, etc) SEXUAL  ORIENTATION :  abrosexual (Abrosexuality is defined as a “fluent” sexuality in that that the sexuality is always/frequently changing, usually between the same sexualities. In example, an abrosexual female can switch between homo, hetero, pan, and asexual, so that a few days she can be a lesbian, followed by a few weeks where she is ace and not attracted to anybody, followed by a time of pansexuality where anybody could be found attractive.) Mira herself tends to fluctuate between hetero, homo, and ace. she also fluctuates a lot on the sex repulsion scale, especially post her traumatic experiences. ROMANTIC  ORIENTATION :  abroromantic (same as above but regarding romantic attractions). RELATIONSHIP  STATUS :  single.  CLASS :  working-mid class; presents herself unfailingly as upper HOME TOWN / AREA :  born in new orleans, louisiana, usa CURRENT  HOME :   EXTREMELY verse dependent. defaults are either texas or georgia, usa PROFESSION : as per, very verse dependent. has dabbled in acting & theater, modeling, law enforcement consultant, undercover operative for the ATF, performing her mentalist bit from the carnival (where she grew up & performed until the age of 17) in bars and clubs, and as the host of her own short lived television show.

PHYSICAL.

HAIR : brown EYES : brown NOSE :  a little on the wider side, not terribly large. FACE : prominent cheek bones; generally the more prominent, the worse she’s been doing (hasn’t been eating/sleeping as well, etc). small lines around the eyes and a hint of dimples with a wide smile. most signs of middle age are well hidden by makeup at all times. moderately defined chin. LIPS : a little on the thinner side, but well defined. often wears red lipstick, of varying shades. COMPLEXION : Pale. BLEMISHES : probably a few spots covered by makeup, here and there, on her skin, but for the most part, her complexion is clear. SCARS : on the inside of her right arm, a scar runs from just above her elbow up towards her armpit. it was incurred via a knife in a bust gone wrong, one which resulted in captivity & rape. it is part of the reason she does not wear very short sleeves. TATTOOS :  None. PIERCINGS:  just for earrings, lobe piercings. HEIGHT :  5 ft 1 in (154 cm). WEIGHT : 131 Ibs (59 kg or 9.3 stones). BUILD : short, but not stocky; she is not tiny, but also not considered ‘overweight’. has relatively even curves. FEATURES :  smooth but also somehow a bit angular; she has great control over her expression at all times, and she doesn’t like to allow herself to appear too much so- she usually holds a softer expression in place to balance it.  ALLERGIES :  none USUAL  HAIR  STYLE : long and flowing, lightly styled- mahimum length, mid back, minimum length, shoulders. (although a lot of my icons depict it much shorter lol whoops)

USUAL  FACE  LOOK :  

tends to maintain a pleasant expression most of the time; almost never is she seen with an expression that is indifferent, scowling, or otherwise negative. there is a vague sense of calculating about it, and her eyes are always watching. the expression is also unreadable- the cover-all-mask for whatever real expression didn’t make it to her face.

USUAL  CLOTHING : done up, a lot of red (or, more rarely, yellow or blue) accents paired with neutral tans, grays, blacks, and whites. dressy but not ballroom dressy; never casual, never t shirts or denim. a lot of makeup, but not in a made up sort of way; more a no makeup look that take fifty different products. name brands, things that look, (maybe are) expensive. a lot of jewlery- necklaces, bracelets, rings. usually does not wear dangling earrings, but always wears studs. heels on a daily basis. mostly dresses, nice tops with slacks, pantsuits. following the experiences that gave her the scar, she does not expose much, if any, skin, and she always dresses in layers. if you see her w/o her nails done, w/o makeup on, in something less than presentable- something is terribly wrong.

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR/S :  vulnerability, loss of power/control, being controlled, being manipulated, not being taken seriously, dependency. she does also suffer from ptsd following her experiences with the scar situation. she can be triggered by things like, men with powerful personalities trying to control her (or doing anything she may perceive as such), or getting too close to her; being touched when she was not asked if it was okay, did not see it coming, or is uncomfortable with the person touching her, being caught off guard by anyone in any situation. she also sprouted a fear of flying, which is based solely on an intense, triggering level of discomfort with the security measures proceeding the flight itself. ASPIRATION/S : she’d really just like to be happy. she’d like to be happy, and she’d like to not be alone. she’d like to move past her trauma without letting them change who she is because of it. she also does enjoy helping, although her methods of helping people out are rather unorthodox and may or may not appear incidentally threatening at some point in the process. POSITIVE  TRAITS :  intelligent, kind, tends to withhold judgments, makes people feel at ease, usually (seems) cheerful, willing to help, loyal to people she feels some attachment to. NEGATIVE  TRAITS : sometimes stubborn, closed off about important things, untrusting, secretive, tends to write off people she does not like to an absurd degree (for example, telling people her mother is dead, because they don’t get along), has the ability to be manipulative, to control a situation too much, etc, can be somewhat morally ambiguous, doesn’t take no for answer. ZODIAC :  Leo. TEMPERAMENT : calm, collected, seems to be quite easy going (whether she really is beneath the surface is anyone’s guess). keeps a level head in crisis. generally keeps a somewhat neutral opinion on most things (outwardly); and is as such generally non-threatening. SOUL  TYPE / S : the scholar: curious, analytical, & knowledge-seeking. ANIMALS : the fox. unassuming, seen as perhaps cute or approachable, but also has an air of wildness- an animal that should not be tamed, perhaps cannot be;  an animal with immense cunning, which people can sense deserves some respect for its capabilities. VICE  HABIT/S : always deflects the point away from herself, in a way that most people will never even notice. you may talk for hours, tell her your entire life story, and never realize that she didn’t even give her name.  FAITH : has no personal opinion. interested in the various faiths of the world, open to all of them, but claims none of them herself. GHOSTS ? :  rather indifferent.. AFTERLIFE ? : also rather indifferent REINCARNATION ? : same as above ALIENS ? :  would love to debate the topic, and assumes it’s probably likely, but is still personally rather indifferent.. POLITICAL  ALIGNMENT :  on the progressive side of things, probably. Chaotic Good. ECONOMIC  PREFERENCE : ? ? ? SOCIOPOLITICAL  POSITION : ? ? ? EDUCATION  LEVEL : did not graduate high school. due in part to the degree to which school bored her, but mostly due to a constant, moving home in the carnival and her mother’s insistence that the money she made for her was more important than education. this has limited her career options greatly (although she could have forged her way into college, she doubted she’d be able to pay for it). she is greatly ashamed of this, and has strove to rise above her carnie roots considerably. she speaks in a i read the dictionary for fun sort of way, rarely using a five letter word if she can think of one with seven. and since she does have and utilize a memory palace of sorts, she has memorized a lot of such words. in general, she strives to be well read, well informed, and appear to be very much an upper class member of society. it is partially personal preference, yes, but at least sixty-percent compensation.

FAMILY.

FATHER : unknown; random carnival goer her mother seduced. probably because she thought he had money. MOTHER : clara colburn. SIBLINGS : none. EXTENDED  FAMILY : unknown. NAME  MEANING/S :  of latin or slavic origin; mira may mean admirable, peace, the sea, the light, or female ruler. she was named for the meanings ‘the light’ and ‘the sea’. HISTORICAL  CONNECTION ? : none.

FAVOURITES.

DEITY : none. MONTH : September or november- the fall, but not october, because she’s not into halloween.. SEASON : fall. a time of casually layered clothes, her favorite colors, (except for blue, unfortunately) and spiced lattes. PLACE :  somewhere with a lot of other people, where she cans hoose to interact with them or not- someplace calm, but still busy, like the beach, a cafe or coffee shop, the park, etc. WEATHER :  on the cooler side- the 50s-60s F. ( 10s-20s C ). weather for jackets, sweaters, scarves, boots, etc. SOUND : gentle waves washing over the sand on a beach, the hum of a crowd of people doing whatever it is that humans do, rain splashing onto an umbrella on a cool september day. SCENT/S : sweet smells that are not fake or sickeningly so. perhaps a scent such a wisteria, or rose; but also, the smell of the beach- the scent of coffee- or perhaps even that distinctive smell of autumn. TASTE/S :  has a secret love of terrible carnival and fair foods, due to her past and the memories associated with them, but eats them very rarely. enjoys soups, salads, wraps, those sorts of things. lighter cuisine is more her forte; large, heavy comfort foods are not generally what she’s drawn to having. enjoys fresh vegetables and fruits, grilled meats, etc. also loves deserts, as long as they aren’t sickeningly sweet. FEEL/S : smooth and cool; silk, smooth cotton, something with a high threadcount. ANIMAL/S :  somewhat indifferent to animals, pets in general, etc. NUMBER :  none COLOUR :  blues, yellows, and a lot of fall/earth tones- grays, tans, sometimes even a forest green or a an apple red.

EXTRA.

TALENTS :  observation, reading other people (anticipating their emotional reactions, reading body language, watching for their subconscious tells, controlling and communication with her own ‘subconscious’ tells, which is useful in manipulation, etc) controlling a situation/what someone does or how they respond without their knowing it or realizing it. good at lying. good at memorization. plays the smallest bit of piano, good with things like makeup and fashion, a relatively good actress, very good at the practice of mentalism. knows how to pick locks, forge a signature, read lips, understands morse code, able to accurately guess someone’s name, age, weight, height, etc by just looking/interacting,  knows how to change a tire, can tell what someone is writing by watching the top of the pen, almost always knows when you’re lying, can perform countless tricks that imply she is capable of “reading your mind”, and a lot of other strange little skills that are not necessary, have little practical use, but which she has picked up anyway. BAD  AT :  true genuineness, being vulnerable, showing real emotion (rather than filtered or fabricated emotion), staying out of other people’s business, actually trusting someone, relationships, maintaining friendships, managing things that make her personally uncomfortable, blending in, making or keeping something simple, knowing what to do with children or animals, managing stress, not catering at least somewhat to other people’s wishes, anything technological (computers, smart phones, etc- they lost her after email machines if we’re being honest), video games, anything physical (sports, running, etc), does not know how to ride a bike (and is secretly ashamed of it), cooking, normalcy, making things inexpensive, changes on a fundemental level, doing anything in a hurry. TURN  ONS : intelligence, kindness, openness, cheer, a trusting nature. her ability to trust you (this one’s a rip off bc she blames u if she doesn’t when she’s the one with trust issues), uniqueness, gentlness, soft touches/kisses/etc, no expectations placed on intimacy. (which she is skittish of following her trauma). TURN  OFFS : rudeness, competitive nature, forcefulness, any man who is large and projects a powerful vibe (post trauma), controlling people (mun, coughing violently: WHO ARE YOU TO TALK-), a lot of expectations, anyone she doesn’t trust (basically everyone then), any sensed ulterior motives. HOBBIES : people watching, interacting with strangers, checking out new things, going to museums and art galleries and the like, reading at the beach, to some degree reading in general, fashion and makeup, going for walks just to enjoy the air, seeking out different coffees (she’s a bit of a coffee snob, but also enjoys tea), knows how to embroider and does occasionally make it a hobby, generally performing/being the center of attention. TROPES :  I WISH I COULD ANSWER THIS BUT..... I’VE ALREADY SPENT LIKE AN HOUR ON THIS IF I GO LOOKING FOR TROPES IT’LL BECOME THREE RIP AESTHETIC  TAGS :  light things, things with a lot of white in them, examples of solitude among people (like coffee shops, a small apartment overlooking a busy street, etc), the ocean, water in general, rain, designer fashion, the click of high heels, royalty.

FC INFO.

MAIN  FC/S : Rachel Weisz !

ALT  FC/S :  Naomi Watts (blonde fc; for the parallel lines verse; potrays the mira under the alias of nora retwood)

OLDER  FC/S :  none YOUNGER  FC/S :  aubrey miller (child), coner dwelly (teen), rachel weisz (from 20s and up!)

VOICE  CLAIM/S : i don’t actually have one. her speaking voice is measured, calm, unhurried but not slow. she has a soft louisiana accent, dulled from the years since she’s lived there, which tints certain words a bit, and she makes a point to speak in a way she considers to be upper class. her tone is usually even, but expressive; she doesn’t shout or growl or squeal or any such thing unless the circumstances are genuinely dire.