#yes i have guns and drugs and blue hair and pronouns

[brightlotusmoon]

I was just listening to my husband telling our roommate the story of how when he was young in the 80s living in Prince George's County in Maryland, their new black neighbors were getting harassed by Klan members, so his parents - the only Jewish family in the neighborhood - went over with weapons and his mom sat by an upstairs window with a rifle and his dad (who had worked for the government as a man in black) stood like a sentry on the lawn and put out the burning cross and threatened to stab anyone who came at them. Yes, they all moved out. No I don't have more details. But the conversation sprang from how one of our neighbors, an older white guy, was wondering why we weren't ever going to support Trump.

Punch Nazis. Tell others to punch Nazis. Be loud about punching Nazis. Help your neighbor watch Nazis through a rifle lens. Etc.

[sxint]

BASIC INFORMATION.

Full name: Saint Matthieu Warden (insp). Nickname: Sainty, Satan Birthdate: 30th of May 1991 Age: 29 Zodiac: Gemini Sun | Gemini Moon | Gemini Rising  Gender: Cis male Pronouns: He/him Romantic orientation: Biromantic Sexual orientation: Bisexual Nationality: British/French Ethnicity: English/French Ranking: Virtue Affiliation: War

BACKGROUND.

Birthplace: Monte Carlo, Monaco Hometown: Worlingham, Suffolk/ London, UK Social Class: Upper Educational achievements: 1st class honours degree in Politics and Economics from Oxford University Father: Warlock Warden Mother: Gabrielle Warden Sibling(s): Remus Warden, Juno Warden

Pets:  Indiana (8 month old doberman) Previous relationships: A handful of fast burning relationships, a year and a half with Kitty Mallick Arrests: 8 official arrests (theft, vandalism, breaking and entering, possession of drugs, affray)   Prison time: Bailed out within hours of each arrest. Apart for the 6th time where Warlock made him stay in a cell over night to think about his actions, it didn’t help.

OCCUPATION & INCOME.

Current occupation: Head of global distribution at Bellum Nova/ Virtue of War Dream occupation: Horseman of War Past job(s): None Spending habits: Sporadic, cautious for the most part but can be easily tempted into spending. Especially when it comes to food In debt?: No

SKILLS & ABILITIES.

Physical strength: above average Speed: average Intelligence: above average Accuracy: average Agility: average Stamina: average Teamwork: He’s gotten better with it over time, although he prefers to work alone should it be an option. He finds it hard to trust others even with simple tasks and has a superiority complex where he thinks he will do said task better himself Talents: Persuasiveness, problem solving, warmongering, impersonations (particularly good at his Remus impersonation that sounds practically identical)  Shortcomings: Emotionally unavailable, competitive, vengeful, relatively fearless and has no impulse control   Languages spoken: French, English and Spanish Drive?: Yes Jump-start a car?: Yes Change a flat tyre?: Yes Ride a bicycle?: Yes   Swim?: Yes Play an instrument?: No Play chess?: No Braid hair?: Yes   Tie a tie?: Yes   Pick a lock?: Yes   Cook?: No

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE AND CHARACTERISTICS.

Faceclaim: Max Irons my beloved Eye colour: Green Hair colour: Dark blonde/light brunette Hair type: Slightly curly texture but kept short enough that it appears straight   Glasses/contacts?: Wears glasses to read and also has deuteranomaly colourblindness (has difficulty differentiating red and green) inherited from Warlock. Dominant hand: Right Height: 6″3 Weight: 86kg or 13.6 stone Build: Tall, muscular but carries slight weight around his middle because he loves carbs and knows how to have a good time Exercise habits: Regular jogging in the morning with Indi, gym throughout the week for weight training Skin tone: Type II Tattoos: Stick and poke tattoo of devil horns on the back of his calf given to him by Mitzi Zhang. The word ‘victorieux’ on his ribs in gothic script (insp). Doberman portrait (insp). Piercings: None Marks/scars: Lightly freckled, small birthmark at the back of his bicep on his left arm, dagger scar near his abdomen Clothing style: Monochromatic and sleek but likes wearing knitted jumpers and slogan tee shirts when he’s being more casual. Also lives in grey sweatpants when he’s at home. (Insp, insp, insp, insp). Jewellery: A 1950s manual wind Rolex with leather straps and a 18k yellow gold watch face. Given to him as a child and it belonged to his grandfather (insp). Allergies: Pollen Diet: Carb heavy, lives off bread and cheese, also has a real sweet tooth due to not being allowed to eat a lot of sugar as a kid.

PSYCHOLOGY.

MBTI type: INTJ, the architect (Introverted, Intuitive, Thinking, and Judging) Enneagram type: The Challenger (Resilient, protective, vengeful, insensitive) Moral Alignment: Chaotic evil Temperament: Choleric Element: Air Emotional stability: Changeable and unmanaged. Saint would rather shut down than address his feelings, he gets embarrassed and shy about having them and see’s them as something that gets in the way. Introvert or Extrovert?: Introvert Phobias: Atychiphobia - Fear of failure Drug use: Recreational, favours cocaine and MDMA. Not so much since Remus’s issues with addiction   Alcohol use: Drinks a glass of red wine before bed every night Prone to violence?: Yes Prone to crying?: No Believe in love at first sight?: He used to, but not anymore

MANNERISMS.

Accent: Southern British, occasionally has an air of French when relaxed or tired. Also a slight lisp and deep and softly spoken. (insp). Hobbies: Shooting guns, walking/training his dog, depressively eating bread on the kitchen floor whilst listening to radiohead Habits: Smoking cigarettes, drinking wine Nervous ticks: Jaw clenching, fidgeting with his hands, smoking Drives/motivations: To exceed others expectations of himself Fears: Abandonment Sense of humour?: Dark and dad jokes Do they curse often?: Oui

FAVOURITES.

Animal: Dogs Beverage: Cabernet sauvignon Book: Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk Colour: Blue, being red-green colour blind it’s one of the more vibrant colours that he can see Food: Gratin dauphinois served with crusty bread. Marzipan filled croissants or cherry bakewell for dessert (he loves almonds) Flower: Roses Gem: Sapphire Mode of transportation: Aston Martin Vantage   Scent: Black Opium (kitty’s perfume)  Sport: Rugby   Weather: Thunderstorms Vacation destination: South France  

ATTITUDES.

Greatest dream: Becoming Horseman of War Greatest fear: Being eradicated and forgotten at his siblings’ hands   Most at ease when: Alone at home where he can be himself without the pressure of performing for other’s   Least as ease when: In groups with new people that he doesn’t know Biggest achievement: Being Gabrielle’s favourite child   Biggest regret: Falling in love and getting caught

[miracvlovs]

✗✗✗   you see [ kaleb yıldırım ] around lately? yeah i heard that the [ cis male ] is up to no good. [ he / him ] has been here for [ five years ] now but they’re still pretty [ abrasive ] which is fine because they’re also [ debonair ] so it balances out. the [ twenty-eight ] year old [ hitman for hire ] actually looks like a lot like [ alperen duymaz ], don’t you think? it’s best to watch out, though, because it’s been said that they’re really into [ strong cigarettes & even stronger whiskey ].

hey, hello, hi, bonjour! s’up buttercups? ‘tis i, your friendly neighbourhood loser chrissie ( a.k.a an irish doofus who is utter plot trash and the actual WORST at keeping track with discord messages, oops ) and i’m super duper excited to be here among you fab human beings! anywho, this is my first kiddo kaleb and he is … how do you say … morally grey. basically his morals are very questionable in every aspect. but! on the plus side, he’s very talented and good at his job even if he is ruthless and callous, oop. he is … the worst and also lowkey messed up inside tbh so pls excuse his blunt and sarcastic nature. plot-wise i’m open to literally anything and everything so come at me with any ideas ya got! i’m always diggity down to spit ball ideas and form some dope connections so pls feel free to invade my ims or hmu on le cord ( chrissie.#9606 ) and we can brainstorm until our heart’s content! if ya wanna, go ahead and light that lil grey heart up red and i’ll shimmy my butt your way for all of the good stuff. anywho, let’s get down to the nitty-gritty, shall we?

fundamentals.

KALEB EMER YILDIRIM     —     twenty-eight, hitman for hire,   +   one snarky son of a gun   /   troubled dude with daddy issues   /   all issues tbh ! 

aesthetics   ➤   dried blood caked into the grooves of cut knuckles, the lingering scent of smoke and gasoline, silver slivers of past scarring, five o’clock shadow peppering a blunt jawline, discolourations of blue and purple decorating battered hands, a subtle smirk etched upon a devious countenance, calloused fingertips riddled with small paper cuts, dark circles under almost-black eyes, the noise of screeching tires in the middle of the night, a tall stature adorned in all-black attire, ghosts of bruises staining calloused skin green, a scuffed zippo lighter in a pack of marlboros containing only one cigarette, white shirts with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, a sly grin under stormy dark eyes, a sniper on the roof of a deserted building, the roar of a car engine, & clenched, white-knuckled fists.

nicknames. kal.

date of birth. november third.

gender. cis male.

pronouns. he + him.

birthplace. manhattan, nyc.

orientation. bisexual + aromantic.

education. bachelor of music degree obtained from manhattan school of music.

spoken languages. can speak fluent english, turkish, spanish, & french.

negative traits. haughty, abrasive, enigmatic, cynical, temperamental, calculating, hedonistic, distant, sarcastic, & volatile.

positive traits. adept, diligent, charming, resilient, candid, adept, charming, audacious, determined, & resourceful.

strengths. efficient, energetic, self-confident, strong-willed, strategic thinker, charismatic, & inspiring.

weaknesses. stubborn, dominant, intolerant, impatient, arrogant, poor handling of emotions, cold, & ruthless.

talents. piano, retaining information, memory recall, lock-picking, carjacking, hand-to-hand combat, automobile knowledge, tracking people down, & excellent problem-solving abilities. 

physiology. dark brown eyes. dark brown hair. six feet, one inch tall. of a lean, broad stature with a straight posture and evident height. has a few silvery scars littered across his skin. has a few tattoos in a few less visible places. is ambidextrous.

psychology. scorpio zodiac. water element. slytherin house. entj-a. chaotic neutral. type eight enneagram. choleric temperament. interpersonal intelligence type. addicted to alcohol, tobacco, prescription drugs, cocaine, and cannabis. suffers from addiction and insomnia. his vices are lust, wrath and pride. his virtues are ... honestly, probably just diligence tbh.

background.

possible triggers   :   infidelity, divorce, alcoholism, drug abuse, cancer, death, car crash, funeral, blood, murder, suicide mention, gun mention, & various references to death and murder. 

a synopsis.   ah, here he is—my tol, troubled, grouchy son : ' ) don't u just adore ur resident trashy, snarky, but precious and sad fuckboi muse? bc i know I DO! anyways, before i digress, i'll cut to the chase. so, waaay before he blessed the universe with his presence, his mother ( who was originally from turkey ) moved to the states where she met one alexander hale. you can probably guess the rest: the pair married, they had children, everything seemed to be going swimmingly, yada yada. here’s a lil background: the hale family—a line of manhattan-born businessmen / lawyers / diplomats etc. they're dripping in wealth, not always as squeaky clean as they portray themselves as to be. kaleb’s dad was a douche, expected both of his sons to follow in his shadow and become lawyers, ran around behind his wife's back: the whole shoot and shebang of a classic a-hole. he always kind of ignored kaleb in favour of his eldest son joshua so kaleb kinda became hard-hearted and resentful due to the lack of his father's attention. skip a few years and he spied his dad cheating on his mother with his secretary though he refused to tell another soul for fear of any potential backlash. soon enough, his mother found this out for herself, their argument ruined his thirteenth birthday party then they divorced soon after. his mother fell off the wagon, became terminally ill—all while his father was remarrying and expecting a daughter with his secretary. it was a hella rough two years for kaleb. it got even worse. eventually, his mother passed away and his step-mother divorced his father to breeze off into the sunset with her new lover; leaving her daughter with her piss-poor excuse of a dad. at this point, kaleb was lonely and angry but adopted the role of his step-sister's protector, shielding her from their father's increasing substance abuse induced violence. just before his seventeenth birthday, his father died in a car crash. of course, he didn't entirely mourn the loss. almost immediately, he and his younger sister moved in with their elder brother who helped kaleb get into university. with dear ole dad out of the picture, he could finally pursue his interest and flair for music. after he graduated, he moved to santa ysabel with his brother and brother's family. in the beginning, things were going fine. yeah, sure, he was struggling for work and felt bad that his brother had to keep him afloat. normal stuff. then, one day, things quickly turned sour in his world. [ TRIGGER FOR GORE, BLOOD, SUICIDE MENTION, GUN MENTION, MURDER, DEATH ] he’d came home to find the locks on the doors busted, advancing into the house carefully only to find his brother’s lifeless corpse crumbled on the kitchen tiles: his throat and wrists slashed, posed as a suicide. of course, kaleb knew better. he knew his brother; knew he would never leave him or his family. upon further inspection of the house, he’d discovered the body of his wife upstairs: a bullet hole between her eyes. [ TRIGGER OVER ] the whole ordeal was enough to turn his stomach but once the sickness had subsided, all kaleb felt was a strong thirst for blood. sure, it was pretty damn stupid to try and seek revenge or whatnot ... but kaleb had always been one to let his heart guide his brain. anyways, time skip now to the moment he’d uncovered his brother’s entanglement with some dodgy loan shark, drug dealing criminals who were responsible for his murder. in the end, he’d hunted them down and eradicated them one by one, over a span of weeks. at first, he hated himself and what his desire for vengeance had turned him into but he kept going until he’d got them all: until he’d grown numb. truthfully, how he wound up taking lives for a living is beyond him. he woke up one day, found himself hired by some big-wig businessman who wanted rid of his business partner and et voilà, he was tangled up in the dark side of existence. i mean, was he blackmailed into doing his first paid hit? yes. but who can blame him? especially when they claimed to have intel regarding the sudden demise of a prominent figure in the criminal underbelly of the city, a.k.a his brother’s killer. it was a risk kaleb simply couldn’t take. he prefers to keep himself anonymous, hidden behind shadows, unsuspecting. death has become a job. nothing more. nothing less. it’s simply the algorithm of his existence: receive a dossier, take care of the target, get paid a hefty lump sum. and all just for enacting a stranger’s revenge in the blood of another. he moves like a deadly phantom, his footsteps light as a feather, whipping through the night like a bullet through a target’s skull. sartre claims that hell is other people. and if you were to stare into kaleb’s eyes—eyes eerily similar to having been cut from coal—you might just see hell and everyone in it staring right back at you. as nietzsche wrote: “ he who fights with monsters should be careful lest he thereby become a monster. and if thou gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will also gaze into thee. ”

random extras.

he has a lot of small scars over his body, most of which he can’t account for or has forgotten about.

owns and drives a black 1969 boss 429 mustang which he loves arguably more than he loves himself.

speaking of, he actually is full of self-hatred so don’t let the haughtiness fool you.

trusts nobody but himself and is loyal to nobody but himself.

has a lot of anger issues so often ends up taking part in underground fights.

he rates around a solid three on the kinsey scale.

is a distant person; closed-off emotionally and prefers to keep himself to himself.

when it comes to whether or not he is morally decent or an extremely bad person, he is somewhere in the middle of that spectrum.

he isn’t heartless but he isn’t exactly compassionate either.

kind of shady but knows how to pass himself as charming. 

has been thru sum shit n seen sum shit so he’s v messed up inside.

though he does have a soft spot for animals and children.

his marksmanship is impeccable.

he’s naturally gifted with firearms and his shot is always on point.

dark eyes and bruised knuckles are his ultimate aesthetic tbh.

actually really appreciates classical music, though he’ll never tell. blame it on his piano lessons from childhood.

speaking of piano, he’s low key gifted at playing although he rarely does these days.

has a very short fuse and can lose his temper quite easily.

he has a good heart and good intentions when it comes to those he actually cares about although he’ll never let this show.

favourite coping mechanism? isolation.

a bit of a lone wolf. he keeps people at arm’s length but acts in a way where people are under the illusion he’s their friend.

basically the tall, dark and handsome trope: ( most of the tall, dark and handsome men display aloof, cold and distant personality but they do have a gentle and caring side. )

is a little snarky and grumpy but if you manage to break this exterior, you’ll find he’s quite witty and easy going.

he got into fighting at a young age. it was the only way to try and learn how to defend himself against his father.

sleep?? he doesn’t know her.

tends to repress his emotions until he explodes.

healthy coping mechanisms?? he doesn’t know them either.

is prone to pushing the self destruct button.

you can find a pinterest board for him by clicking anywhere here.

[sephiwhore]

Ok but literally all the cyberpunk oc questions? LETS GO CHOOM!!! -thosetwistedtales

Bet you didn’t think I’d actually do it >:3 Okay well I technically didn’t, I did skip some of them cause I couldn’t think of anything, I’d already answered it, or the answer was just “no”.

Without further ado I present, All The Questions about Tess, answered under the cut!

— BASICS

full name: Tess Valere

birthday: She has no idea, and for most of her life she didn’t even know birthdays were a thing

gender and pronouns: Female, she/her

nicknames or aliases: V (obviously), her surrogate brother called her Tessa

sexuality: a big ol bisexual

ethnicity: a big ol white girl

affiliations [corporation/gang/themselves/etc]: she grew up on the streets of Heywood, so certain Valentinos would help her out now and again. She’s nowhere near loyal to them, but she’ll try to avoid killing them during jobs

what languages do they speak?: English, conversational Spanish, and she knows a handful of Japanese words

— PERSONALITY

alignment: Chaotic Good, but she dabbles in Chaotic Neutral

color(s) you associate with them: cyan and black and after Johnny comes into her life, red

theme song: Unbreakable by Fireflight

what heavenly virtue would you assign them? Humility

what deadly sin would you assign them? Wrath

what is their biggest strength? Sheer fucking perseverence, mostly fueled by spite

what is their biggest fear? Losing the people she loves, because throughout her life those have been few and far between and she’s lost a good number of them

what is their biggest weakness? Again, the people she loves

are they confident in their abilities? Oh you bet your ass she is, so confident that she stormed Arasaka Tower with nothing but her revolver and her cyberdeck

what is their opinion on cybernetics? They’re a necessary evil. Her brother dealt with cyberpsychosis so in a way she resents cybernetics, but she also knows that you won’t get far as a merc in Night City without a few implants

do they have a good sense of humor? Yes, very dry and sarcastic

how do they cry? When she cries it’s either from rage or panic, very little in between

how do they laugh? Quite subdued, usually the most you’ll get out of her is a hearty chuckle. Very rarely does she go into a full laughing fit

do they smoke? She started smoking after Johnny popped up in her head cause she felt bad for his situation (after she stopped hating him anyway) and figured she could give him this one thing. And now she smokes like a chimney.

do they drink? She’s been dealing with alcohol dependence and borderline alcoholism for half of her life

what kind of drunk are they? As she drinks more it progresses from pretty chill, then VERY affectionate, and then Fightey

do they take any drugs? She knows how she is with alcohol so she avoids drugs like the plague

— COMBAT

preferred weapon: For close/mid-range, a nice beefy revolver (Overture) or Johnny’s Malorian. Long range, a sniper rifle.

combat style [stealth/melee/brute force/etc] Depending on the environment, it’s either stealth with a silenced pistol and lots of quickhacks, a John Wick style headshots-galore shootout, or sniping from a distance

primary stats [ex: intellect] Intelligence and Reflexes

biggest weakness in combat: She sometimes forgets to watch her back, and tends to ignore injuries and see the fight through when retreating would probably be the best course of action

threaten or charm? Depends on the target, she’s great at both

lethal or non-lethal? For corpos, the more malicious gangs (Tygers, Animals, 6th Street), or anyone who has hurt innocents, full lethal. If she’s just infiltrating a warehouse full of workers, non-lethal

leave quietly or send a message? She sends a message WHILE leaving quietly

strategy or improvise? Improvise

— APPEARANCE

hair style and color [is it natural? do they change it a lot?] She has synthhair so she can change the style and color at will (I have no idea if that’s how it actually works but I say it is) but she usually sticks to come kind of short sideshave/undercut in some shade of blue.

eye color: Natural eye color is green, but she usually has black scleras with a red circle

height: I had her at 5’8 until yesterday when I realized ya know what, I want a tall girl. So she’s 6 feet.

describe their body type: Skinny, small tiddies, but still fairly curvy

describe their style: Dark colors, leather jackets, lots of boots (also Johnny’s tank top and aviators)

do they wear makeup? Very smudgey eyeliner. Her upper lip is tattooed black and she usually leaves the bottom one bare

tattoos? any significant ones? Lots of tattoos that I haven’t figured out yet, except fir a modified version of the Valentinos neck tattoo, the V being to honor her brother Ven (she took on the name V to honor him too)

scars? Random ones here and there from random gunshots, stabbings, and other work-related injuries

piercings? A bunch that I can’t remember off the top of my head

cybernetics? Gorilla arms, the charge jump ankle ones, eventually she gets synth lungs as a preventative measure cause of the whole smoking thing

— FAVORITES

favorite place in night city: The streets of Heywood because they’re home to her, despite all the awful memories growing up. After Johnny comes along, she starts to like high places, and she loves to hang out on the patio outside Kerry’s house

favorite tv show and/or movie: She loves horror movies, except ghost one cause she doesn’t believe in ghosts so she just finds them dumb

favorite vehicle. do they prefer cars or motorcycles? Vastly prefers motorcycles, she hasn’t really driven a car much since she was a teenager. Her favorite is Jackie’s Arch.

favorite food: She sees food solely as a source of fuel, she will eat whatever is easiest

favorite drink: Tequila

favorite song: Black Dog :3

favorite type of weather: She LOVES the rain (but the water kind, not the acid kind)

favorite radio station: Vexelstrom, and then Morro Rock cause Samurai :3

favorite pastime: Working out, shooting ranges, Jackie and Vik got her into occasional boxing

— RELATIONSHIPS

what are their parents like? what kind of relationship do they have with your character? She had no memory of her parents and assumes they’re both dead

do they have any other family members? what kind of relationship do they have? She has a “brother”, who she knew only as Vendetta (or V). He found her on the streets and took her in when she was 10, and raised her from then on until he “died” 12 years later. Their relationship was great, despite the fact that he was not a very nice person to everyone else but her. 

who is their closest friend? Of course Jackie, and then Kerry (and Johnny ofc)

who are their other friends if they have them? Nope! :D

what are their exes like? any significant ones? She’s never really had a serious relationship, mostly just flings and acquaintances-with-benefits

are they in a relationship? with who and how is it going? Johnny! And it’s uh. Well, ya know.

who are their enemies? She has a passionate hatred for whichever corpo makes cyberpsychosis medication, and for Max Tac cause she sees them as responsible for the loss of her brother. And of course Arasaka.

have they ever lost anyone important to them? Her brother, Jackie, Johnny

would they betray their own morals for their loved ones? Abso-fucking-lutely

have they ever sacrificed something for someone they care about? if so, what? In one of my two canons for her, she gives Johnny her body

— BACKGROUND

where did they grow up in night city? if not from night city, where are they from? The streets of Heywood, then in a shitty apartment in Heywood

how would you describe their childhood? Miserable

were they well-off, poor or somewhere in between when growing up? After Ven took her in, they did have an apartment but because he needed monthly baloperidol (cyberpsycho meds) injections, they were quite poor

what kind of education did they receive? The only real education she ever got was “how to shoot a gun”

what is the biggest lesson they learned growing up? Everything and everyone in the world is going to try its best to destroy you. Destroy it first.

what is their happiest memory? A few weeks after Ven took her in and and it finally hit her, this was real, she had a home, someone that cared for her, and she never had to go hungry again,

what is their most painful memory? Watching her brother, in the middle of a psychotic break, being gunned down. After that it would be saying goodbye to Johnny (in the canon where that happens)

have they kept any meaningful mementos from their past? One of the revolvers she owns was given to her by her brother, and all of her piercings and a couple of her tattoos were done by him so they’re mementos, in a way

is there anything they would change about their past? She would do anything to save her brother.

[percy-the-penguin]

About the author!

It is me, it is she, it is the...Percy the Penguin (Y’all can also call me Sawyer or Sunny)

They/Them Pronouns please

Pansexual

Fandoms: Six, Heathers, Willow, Wicked, Steven Universe, Gravity Falls

I answered a list of questions under the cut

1. What is you middle name?

❃ Elizabeth

2. How old are you?

❃ A Minor

3. When is your birthday?

❃ February 14

4. What is your zodiac sign?

❃ Aquarius

5. What is your favorite color?

❃ Pastel Green

6. What’s your lucky number?

❃ 22

7. Do you have any pets?

❃ Yes, 2 dogs and a cat

8. Where are you from?

❃ A Place :)

9. How tall are you?

❃ ....5′1

10. What shoe size are you?

❃ Lol no idea

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?

❃ 3

12. What was your last dream about?

❃ I got turned into a penguin. It’s been a reoccurring dream and it’s a time

13. What talents do you have?

❃ Idk I guess some would say writing

14. Are you psychic in any way?

❃ ???

15. Favorite song?

❃ You can’t do this to me but if I must choose, No Good Deed from Wicked

16. Favorite movie?

❃ The Fox And The Hound

17. Who would be your ideal partner?

❃ aHaHa

18. Do you want children?

❃ Ehhh

19. Do you want a church wedding?

❃ Anywhere as long as my love is happy <3 (Wish I had an s.o)

20. Are you religious?

❃ Yes but chill and gay

21. Have you ever been to the hospital?

❃ Yes many a time

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law?

❃ Nah

23. Have you ever met any celebrities?

❃ Nope

24. Baths or showers?

❃ Both-

25. What color socks are you wearing?

❃ White and Lime green

26. Have you ever been famous?

❃ Hahahaha no-

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?

❃ idk people gives me anxiety so no

28. What type of music do you like?

❃ Musicals.

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?

❃ Nope

30. How many pillows do you sleep with?

❃ 3

31. What position do you usually sleep in?

❃ Stomach. Like a weirdo

32. How big is your house?

❃ One story

33. What do you typically have for breakfast?

❃ Cerial. iM a CeRiAl KiLlEr AhAhAh

34. Have you ever fired a gun?

❃ Yee haw hell yeah I have 

35. Have you ever tried archery?

❃ Yep-

36. Favorite clean word?

❃ Funkey

37. Favorite swear word?

❃ Bitch

38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?

❃ 5 days :)

39. Do you have any scars?

❃ Yep

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?

❃ Nope

41. Are you a good liar?

❃ Ig

42. Are you a good judge of character?

❃ Not really, I trust to easily

43. Can you do any other accents other than your own?

❃ Not at all lmao well besides sothern

44. Do you have a strong accent?

❃ Not really

45. What is your favorite accent?

❃ SOTHERN

46. What is your personality type?

❃ I took a test on this Adventurer Personality ISFP-A / ISFP-T

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?

❃ A beanie

48. Can you curl your tongue?

❃ Yes

49. Are you an innie or an outie?

❃ Innie

50. Left or right handed?

❃ Right

51. Are you scared of spiders?

❃ Arachnophobia gaaang

52. Favorite food?

❃ Mac and Cheese

53. Favorite foreign food?

❃ Sushi

54. Are you a clean or messy person?

❃ MESSY-

55. Most used phrased?

❃ “gUYS OH MY GOD WAIT-”

56. Most used word?

❃ “Funkey”

57. How long does it take for you to get ready?

❃ Depends on the day

58. Do you have much of an ego?

❃ Eh not really

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?

❃ Suck you swine who the hell bites it

60. Do you talk to yourself?

❃ Yes

61. Do you sing to yourself?

❃ All the time

62. Are you a good singer?

❃ Nope

63. Biggest Fear?

❃ Clowns

64. Are you a gossip?

❃ No ew

65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?

❃ I don’t watch those-

66. Do you like long or short hair?

❃ Short

67. Can you name all 50 states of America?

❃ I can try-

68. Favorite school subject?

❃ English

69. Extrovert or Introvert?

❃ Introvert

70. Have you ever been scuba diving?

❃ Yes

71. What makes you nervous?

❃ Everything it’s really dumb

72. Are you scared of the dark?

❃ Yes, personal reasons

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?

❃ Nope anxieties a bitch

74. Are you ticklish?

❃ yes-

75. Have you ever started a rumor?

❃ no

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?

❃ Yes. Everyone regretted it

77. Have you ever drank underage?

❃ Yes but on accident..

78. Have you ever done drugs?

❃ No

79. Who was your first real crush?

❃ A boy named Logan who dated me for a week bc he felt bad ;-;

80. How many piercings do you have?

❃ Just ears

81. Can you roll your Rs?“

❃ No

82. How fast can you type?

❃ Not very

83. How fast can you run?

❃ Normal speed..?

84. What color is your hair?

❃ Readish brown (close to ginger but more brown)

85. What color is your eyes?

❃ Green

86. What are you allergic to?

❃ Nothing :)

87. Do you keep a journal?

❃ Yes-

88. What do your parents do?

❃ Victim Advocate and CEO

89. Do you like your age?

❃ Sure?

90. What makes you angry?

❃ Not much. Bullying, racism, homo/transphobia, harassment

91. Do you like your own name?

❃ Yes

92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?

❃ Ah-

93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child?

❃ aH-

94. What are you strengths?

❃ Writing, loyalty, creativity

95. What are your weaknesses?

❃ loyalty, trusting

96. How did you get your name?

❃ I gave it to me myself

97. Were your ancestors royalty?

❃ Nah

98. Do you have any scars?

❃ Yes-

99. Color of your bedspread?

❃ Sky blue

100. Color of your room?

❃ Pastel yellow

[coffeecupsandquiet]

ISOLOPHILIA

“If you're lonely when you're alone, you're in bad company.” ― Jean-Paul Sartre

Basic Information

Full name: Jordan Rojas

Pronunciation: JOR-DAN RO-HAAS

Nickname(s): dont even think about it

Birthdate: January 12

Age: 23

Zodiac: Capricorn 

Gender: Cis-male

Pronouns: he/him

Romantic orientation: homoromantic

Sexual orientation: he is what the kids call, morosexual….. Jk homosexual

Nationality: American

Ethnicity: mixed (hesitate to comment beyond Italian due to my inability to track down definitive sources of Rob Raco’s ethnicity)

Current location: miami baBY

Living conditions: immaculate and modernly simplistic. A clean house is a calm house.

 Background

Birthplace: unknown

Hometown: Chicago

Social Class: upper middle? I think?

Educational achievements: nothing formal, but he does consume books at an unhealthy rate

Father: unknown

Mother: unknown

Sibling(s): unknown

Birth order: unknown

Pets: ABSOLUTELY YES OF COURSE! He has five sweet honeys, one queen named Melon, and four beautiful kittens, Cantaloupe, Sugar, Honeydew, and Galia. Fun fact, but all of the kittens names are names of melons. 

Previous relationships: non existent….. lol

Arrests: ….uhhhhhhh, absolutely not

Prison time: ^^^^^^^

 Occupation & Income

Current occupation: he do be a thief for a crime organization tho

Dream occupation: a librarian… or maybe an archivist for a famous museum…. yeah

Past job(s): being a full time SQUARE

Spending habits: hm, careful with his money, but will spend extra to make sure what he is wearing/doing/seeing is up to his standards

In debt?: this is MY fantasy and in it, i have NO DEBT so NO 

Most valuable possession: his babies… but followed up by his gold leafed edition of the Grimme Fairytales.

 Skills & Abilities

Physical strength: Above Average | Average | Below Average

Note: pre-determined that he lifts to carry the homies

Speed: Above Average | Average | Below Average

Note: do you really think you’d catch him running in gucci shoes? no

Intelligence: Above Average | Average | Below Average

Note: jordan says ‘fuck the school system!’ and then read books forever

Accuracy: Above Average | Average | Below Average

Note: jordan is very good with powers, but uh, i don’t know if he’s good with a gun. I imagine he’d flinch at the recoil

Agility: Above Average | Average | Below Average

Note: he’s a bit of a snake, but erm, not enough to be considered wily i think

Stamina: Above Average | Average | Below Average

Note: he goes to the gym, but not for endurance so-

Teamwork: hell no. total lone wolf, which is why it's a miracle he gets along with Len

Talents/hobbies: reading, obviously, but he also dabbles in piano and writing I think. Lets make fun of Jordan for writing bad poetry!!!!! Im going to throw that nerds books in the fountin

Shortcomings: stubborn as hell and also extremely stuck up. Partially because he is naturally untrusting but also partially because hes kind of a dick. 

Languages spoken: English and conversational Spanish

Drive?: hell no, hes gay

Jump-start a car?: hell no, hes gay

Change a flat tyre?: hell no, hes gay

Ride a bicycle?: yes, but the last time he did he was like 8 or something so

Swim?: yes! He actually likes it I think, but usually only if he’s alone. 

Play an instrument?: Piano! 

Play chess?: Obviously. Not seriously or anything, but he can play.

Braid hair?: Yes! He plays with his own hair when he’s bored. 

Tie a tie?: oh my god yes of COURSE he does. If he didn’t he would have to bully himself.

Pick a lock?: he’d be a pretty shit thief if he couldn’t

Cook?: yes! Nothing quite like knowing what to cook with his nice white wine

 Physical Appearance & Characteristics

Faceclaim: Rob Raco

Eye colour: blue

Hair colour: black

Hair type/style/length: shoulder length and wavy

Glasses/contacts?: contacts

Dominant hand: left

Height: 5’9”

Weight: i don’t want to answer this because i don’t know

Build: slender and lightly defined

Exercise habits: i feel so embarrassed admitting that jordan do be lifting three times a week

Skin tone: i….. Golden? idk

Tattoos: contrary to his many gifs, he doesn’t have any i don’t think

Piercings: his ears are definitely pierced though

Marks/scars: some scars from some “playful” rough housing. Nothing too extreme, just a nick on his left calf and a hidden one in his right eyebrow. 

Clothing style: clean cut. He prefers dress shirts and slacks for most occasions, and is rarely seen dressed down further than a short sleeve button up. Putting on his clothes is like putting up a front. Just a reminder to hold everyone at a distance. 

Jewellery: he does have a watch and earrings and perhaps a couple of necklaces

Allergies: none

Diet: vegetarian i have just decided right here right now

Physical ailments: none

 Psychology

I did a test with Jordan in mind for each of these fuckers.

MBTI type: INTJ-A: Bookish and reclusive are two words to describe this type, and that lines up pretty well with Jordan’s personality as well. They value themselves more so than the relationships they make, and pride themselves on getting things done. 

Enneagram type: Type 6: the Loyal Skeptic. Taken from the website “The committed, security-oriented type. Sixes are reliable, hard-working, responsible, and trustworthy. Excellent "troubleshooters," they foresee problems and foster cooperation, but can also become defensive, evasive, and anxious—running on stress while complaining about it”

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral- Driven by their own purposes, willing to do anything to secure themselves. They aren’t inherently evil, but are only usually only good when it serves their purposes.

Temperament:  Take from the website: Phlegmatic - The phlegmatic temperament is fundamentally relaxed and quiet, ranging from warmly attentive to lazily sluggish. Phlegmatics tend to be content with themselves and are kind. They are accepting and affectionate. They may be receptive and shy and often prefer stability to uncertainty and change. They are consistent, relaxed, calm, rational, curious, and observant, qualities that make them good administrators. They can also be passive-aggressive.

Element: Earth

Emotional stability: At the moment in our time line, horrid. Non existent. He is just a giant ball of feelings and he HATES IT because usually he is very put together. 

Introvert or Extrovert? Incredibly introverted, if it wasn’t already obvious.

Obsession(s): Books! Clearly. But also his cats as well as fashion and cleanliness and coffee!!!!!

Compulsion(s): Making sure all of his mugs are facing the same direction in the cabinet.

Phobia(s): Claustrophobia 

Addiction(s): none

Drug use: Remember the Jordan is a pot head meme. Yeah. That

Alcohol use: usually just a glass or two of wine. Nothing to big. Usually. 

Prone to violence?: Heavens no! For all of his lifting, if someone threw a punch at him he’d probably run away.

Prone to crying?: Not in front of people, but he can be a weepy drunk depending on the time nad place

Believe in love at first sight?: Although he is a realist, he has a very very romantic and soft heart, so this one is a yes, although he would never admit it.

 Mannerisms

Accent: American

Speech quirks: talks like he’s a bored victorian scholar

Hobbies: reading, writing, playing piano, playing with cats, making coffee.

Habits: sleeping with a light on

Nervous ticks: he touches his hair when he’s nervous or thinking

Drives/motivations: his biggest motivation is staying alive and safe from the government. He knows his power could be used to hurt everyone, not just him, and that is important because there is safety in numbers. Also, he knows that there are mutants who will help him just because he is one of them. 

Fears: being taken and tested on or used against other mutants. There is litcherally no fear greater than that for him

Sense of humour?: dry and sardonic. Usually takes amusement in knowing more than you

Do they curse often?: Heavens no! If they are cursing, they are either drunk, scared, surprised, or PISSED OFF. or all of them together LMAO 

 Favorites

Animal: cat for obvious reasons

Beverage: a classic latte, for obvious reasons

Book: The Door into Summer by Robert A. Heinlein

Colour: Mahogany 

Food: Yogurt and berries

Flower: traditional roses, because he is a romantic

Gem: Mahogany Obsidian

Mode of transportation: Foot or bus

Scent: Lily and lets be real, good kush

Sport: he’s gay…...

Weather: sunny rainshower

Vacation destination: into his own bed and then no one bothers him

 Attitudes

Greatest dream: to not feel hunted no matter where he goes. He also wants to settle down with someone whom he loves and who loves him, because romance is something he has always fantasized about

Greatest fear: dying before he’s ready, but worse so, being captured and used against his will

Most at ease when: he’s snuggling up with his cats with a nice book

Least as ease when: he is in a high stress situation with no familiar faces.

Worst possible thing that could happen: being captured and used

Biggest achievement: Securing his place in the Kings and consequently out of the police as soon as he possibly could once he turned 18.

Biggest regret: Never resisting the orders of those in his foster home.

[caithelps]

This is War by Emily Kinney RP Sentence Starters: Part 1 (feel free to change name(s), pronouns, etc as needed) 

This is War:

“I know, I know, I know”

“All the songs you write are about me but you changed the names so I can’t stake my claim”

“You’re so greedy”

“And I know, I know, I know that you think you’re a much better writer”

“And that might be true”

“But what I’ve got on you is I’m a fighter”

“This is war”

“My fingers are sore”

“So far from the top”

“But I refuse to stop”

“Got shakers in my eardrums”

“Bossing like a new gun”

“When it’s all done you won’t mind that I’ve won”

“This is a battle”

“You are the prize”

“Put down that piano”

“Let’s start our lives”

“You’ve got more soldiers”

“I’ve got more passion”

“And I’m right behind you just gaining traction”

“POW! POW! POW! POW!”

“BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!”

“And I know about the lovers in your bulletproof lining”

“They don’t intimidate”

“They’re just too bit-ah late and bad timing”

“And I know you’ve got your battle plan mapped out in inches”

“I’m not scared of you”

“I’m jumping right into these Brooklyn trenches”

“I might be a masochist just asking for more”

“This stage is like a standoff”

“You’re pretty tough”

“I’m bruised and bloody but I’ll never give up!”

“Come to my side”

“We’ll sing songs together”

“I’ll hold your hand”

“Make perfect-pitched babies and form a band”

“I don’t really wanna fight no more”

“I’m sweating in the sun”

“Camped out with ammo at your door”

“I just can’t be beat”

“I will stand the heat”

“Until your love is sure baby, this is war”

Birthday Cake:

“I wanna be a famous singer”

“Would you be my band?”

“Travel the world together”

“You can hold my hand”

“Crossing cracks from the airplane to the terminal gate”

“Hope we're meant for each other”

“Hope that love is our fate”

“Life feels like a whirlwind”

“Been watching paint dry”

“Can't steady the current”

“No matter how hard I try”

“We could all use an anchor”

“You're not afraid of the sea”

“Let's both dive in together”

“Put your hooks in me”

“Boy you really got me after birthday cake”

“Making love on my friends new couch”

“So call me any night, any day of the week”

“I wanna learn what you're all about”

"I know I'm far away but this is just the start”

“If we make it past the first little part”

“We could fly around the world in the very same plane”

“We could share a life, share a name”

“I wanna live in New York City”

“You say you're gonna come visit me”

“See a Broadway play”

“Snow has just started falling”

“Hope you'll come around soon”

“My apartment is tiny but I think there's enough room for you”

“I can't seem to shake walking Echo Park Lake or get your face, outta my head”

“Am I saying too much, way too soon?”

“Well my only confidant is this empty room”

“My only response is the echo on my voice”

“When I'm falling in love it's like I have no choice”

“From my heart to my throat to my lips to the air”

“I don't wish for much, but I wish you were here”

“We need to check this out, check me in”

“I'm not into playing games but I do fight to win”

Mess: 

“I've got bruises on my body, scratches on my face”

“Cookie crumbs, empty bottles all over my place”

“My bathroom mirror seemed to lose it's shine”

“When you leave you always leave a little mess behind”

"I am cleaning out my cupboards, dusting off my frames”

“Scrubbed my mouth with soap so I can't whisper your name”

“Sweeping 'round in circles trying to get you off my mind”

“Your cigarette smell, broke leather jacket taste”

“It lingers in the air right in front of my face”

“You're like a bar marker star stamp I can't scrub off”

“You're like a tattered ankle bracelet I can't seem to unknot”

“And if you wanna come around I'm caught”

“It's so early in the morning, so late at night”

“When you pull my hair and start a little play-fight”

“We are kissing in dark corners on your parents' floor”

“The kind of love that makes my knees and elbows sore”

“The kind of love that makes me just want more”

“I've got a blue stained t-shirt, my scratches bleed”

“I'm sure everyone on the subway can see”

“You make a mess of me”

“I am usually so clean, usually so sharp”

“You always come around when I'm about to fall apart”

“I'm like a fragile house of cards, you're that small gust of wind”

“Sweep by, quite the surprise I'm on the floor again”

“And if you wanna get me down I'm got”

“And if you wanna know how much it's a lot”

“Come over are we both in town”

“Come over cause I want you around”

“I want you to rip up my dress”

“I want you to make me a mess”

Berkeley’s Breathing:

“You know that I haven't gone to bed yet”

“Just call me up, I'm a sure bet”

“Berkeley's been breathing since first time we met”

“I'm wide awake, I'm a sure bet”

“Backseats and salt stings, the air crisp and breezy”

“Card key hotel room, boy, I'm just that easy”

“You know that I haven't gone to bed yet”

“If you want in, there's no need for a knock”

“We keep our doors at night unlocked”

“Tip-tap the glass, cigarette or small talk”

“I'm wide awake, my door's unlocked”

“Rain poured, my heart tore, but you didn't mind much”

“A red face from hot days and built-up lust blood rush”

“Lesson, lesson learned”

“You'll just sit, my fingertips get burned”

“Open flame, windowsill all night long”

“Take what's left of my best unfinished song”

“I'm wide awake, I'm your best bet”

Michael:

“I never could believe in God”

“But always willing to give it a shot”

“If there is such a thing as magic human souls then mine looks a lot like Michael”

“Yes, my soul looks a lot like Michael”

“Manhattan baby, drop-out, drug abuse”

“Naively feel I've walked around in his shoes”

“He looked so thirsty when my heart is full”

"I pour every drop out to Michael”

“Yes, I pour out my soul to Michael”

“Oh, San Francisco savior”

“Do you remember me?”

“In a backseat on a golden bridge, kissing”

“Let's forget about the tears I've cried”

“And let's hold on to that first night”

“Under the table he took my hand”

“We sat across from the Green Day band”

“All of those boys, but I could only see his face”

“Think how me and Michael, we are just the same”

“Yes, me and Michael we are just the same”

“I might've had a boy, and he a girlfriend”

“But on nights like those nights, rules always bend”

“I'd give up anything to feel understood”

“I'd give up and run away if Michael would”

“Please remember me”

[suckstobescotty]

It all started in a bar "Episode 1"

There might be a part 2 on this depending how it's received. It was much more detailed but then my writing app deleted the entire thing snd I had to restart. Also 100 paragraph thing sucks. Hope you guys like it.

TW: date-rape drug use, alcohol, attempted kidnapping, hospitals, implied murder scene, death threat, police, and gun mention.

"Let me smash" the guy at the bar slurred next to you, his breath smelt like hot sauce, old chicken, and whiskey. Not pleasant.

"No. Now leave me alone" You said sternly. Sipping your drink before putting it down for a second and looking away to see if your friend was still here. She had a habit of leaving with some guy almost immediately. When you looked back, the guy was gone and you sighed in relief and took another sip and the chugged the rest of your Guinness before ordering water. You had only drank one beer but you didn't feel like drinking any more than that tonight. As the water was placed in front of you everything bag to spin  and you felt yourself falling even though you weren't moving. You stood up to leave and find your friend but almost toppled over.

"Whoa there sweetie. Let's go home" a man said as you stumbled next to him. You looked up and saw the guy from earlier. And wanted to fight but you were too far gone to the feeling of whatever was wrong with you that you were practically limp.

"Colby does that look right to you?" Sam asks, Colby looks up and notices a guy dragging some androgynous person out of the bar but the person seemed out of it. Not drunk, not high, just limp and unresponsive other than weak shoves on his chest as if they were trying to get away but had no strength.

"No, no it does not" Colby says and places his drink with Sam before getting up from the table. He walked through the dance area that only had a few people on it, cutting off the slurring man carrying his limp victim. "Sorry sir, but where are you taking them?" Colby asked holding his ground and looking as intimidating as the guy could look.

"I'm taking her home, she is way to drunk to be here" He slurs and tries to shove past. The limp person in his arm keeps slapping at his face with a limp hand, a 'they/them pronouns please!' Pin was on the victims arm of their black Jean jacket.

"I'm sorry but who are you to them?" Colby asks with a blank stare to the guy.

"Boyfriend." He slurs back after a hesitation.

"Can I see a picture of you two together then?" Colby asked. The man grumbled for a second before answering.

"I don't have my phone and I don't need to show you shit!" A bouncer comes from behind Colby who already had his phone out to call 911 and seperates the man and the, now passed out, drugged character in his arm. The guy fought against it but his ID was taken from him and a picture taken of it for the police before he was kicked out.

"911 what's your emergency?" The response agent asked as Colby's phone call was answered, the drugged victim going in and out of consciousness in the booth that he had taken them too.

"My friend was drugged at Murphy's Pub. Can I get an ambulance?" Colby says as he keeps fingers on the others wrist to keep track of their pulse "yes they are breathing. Their pulse is a little quick and they don't smell like they drank much at all." Colby tried to give more information. The paramedics entered the bar a few minutes later. Everyone moved out of the way for them.

"Can I come with to make sure they are okay?" Colby asked and they allowed him to ride with.

_ _ _

The room was bright and your head hurt as you looked around. You didn't remember anything beyond seeing that man's face and him saying he would bring you home, and then sitting in a booth with a handsome brunette as he was on his phone.

"Wow. You're awake" a voice said from beside you and you looked to the door where the same handsome brunette was and your Friend that had abandoned you.

"Bitch" You spat at her making her laugh but then frown and walk to your bedside.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left you." She said as she petted her hand through your hair.

"No you shouldn't. Please leave. I'll call you when I feel like talking this over" You mumbled and she nodded.

"Okay. I'm sorry" she then left the room. The handsome brunette wandered over and sat next to you.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, his amazing blue eyes were filled with concern. You stared at him and looked over his frame for a moment.

"Fine. Tired." You responded. He nodded and then looked over as a nurse came in.

"Oh hello. We ran some blood tests and found that you were given a date rape drug known as GHB. Your friend here called just in time. You had highly toxic levels of it in your system. We were able to get you on some fluids and pump your stomach. You'll br fine now but you'll need to stay here a few days" The professional spoke and you simply nodded as she spoke before she left again.

The man got a phone call and left the room to answer it, you looked around tried to remember anything between when the man first grabbed you and when you were in the booth to now. Nothing would click and your brain just wouldn't allow you to remember anything.

"Sorry, business call" The brunette said as he sat back down next to you ten minutes later. "Sorry I haven't told you my name, I'm Colby Brock." He introduces and you smile gently and tell him your name before thinking of a question.

"What happened last night? All I can remember is I went out drinking with my friend and I only had one beer before ordering water, I had tried to tell a man to leave me alone. When I finished my beer I started to feel ill and heavy and when I tried to leave the man grabbed me and tried to take me. That's it" You decided to end your memory recall there, it would be easier for the man to explain that way.

"My friend Sam noticed you and the man, who is arrested now, and pointed out that it didn't look right. I approached the man and asked him who he was and where he was taking you. He told me he was your boyfriend and he was taking you home. However he couldn't prove your relation. So the bouncer kicked him out. You were very limp and we're falling in and out of consciousness which explains your memory. I brought you to a booth to sit down and called 911. I rode in the ambulance with you and haven't left since." Colby explained and you followed along the best you could.

"Well thank you. How long have I been out?" You asked concerned about your job.

"About, 9 hours. It's 10 a.M. right now" He explained. You swore gently under your breath.

"Well, I'm fired." You laughed and rubbed your face. You were lucky to still be on a family health insurance plan. "I had no more lates left this month so I'm fired" You clarified when Colby asked what you meant.

"Oh.." He said to himself. He looked out the window now, the beautiful L.A. sky was all that was visible for you though. You and Colby talked for a few hours. He left around 3 p.M. to go home and get changed. He promised to be your ride when you were released. You slept a lot, you ate only ad much ads you had to as your stomach couldn't handle much and the next morning they let you leave. You put on your clothes from last night. Your Jean jacket, black Jean shorts, and your TieDye shirt.

Then waited for Colby outside the hospital. He pulled up a few minutes late but you didn't mind. You sat in the back seat, the Sam guy that Colby had mentioned earlier was up front, and gave Colby instructions to where you lived. A little embarrassed about it. It was one of the shades parts of L.A. you passed 5 cop cars while on your street. There was broken windows and police tape all over your building.

"This is where you live?" Colby asked seeming worried. You nodded.

"It's all I could afford on a tendergreens salary" You responded as you went to leave the car.

"Can I walk you to your apartment please? In case you collapse or sonething" Colby tried to recover himself but failed. You nodded though, it was a kind offer. He turned off the car and locked it with Sam inside before walking you to your little apartment. Police were just exiting your neighbour's door as you left, her 19-year-old son in cuffs with them.

"Hey moodring" You called out and he gave a peace sign through handcuffs. Comb gave you a look as you laughed. "He is called moodring ring because he changes his hair color bi-weekly." You explained and Colby nodded. Your apartment was small, and practically empty. You had milk crate seats and a ripped to shreds futon.

"Um" Colby felt bad for you. He didn't think that this was a way to live, he felt sad.

"Sorry for the mess" you apologized but Colby saw nothing to make a mess with. The walls were bare, the floor was almost empty, and it looked like the kitchen hadn't been touched in a year.

"I'm sorry but I really don't like you living here. It's dangerous and it's not a nice place for such a nice person to live. Can I bring you to my place instead? I have an extra room in my house and that way you can find a new job while not worrying about rent" Colby justifies his every word. You stared at Colby for a few minutes, he seemed like a genuine guy. He seemed like he was actually worried about you. 

"I don't want to be in the way Colby. You're a really nice guy but I don't want to  invade your space." You responded and Colby looked worried but he nodded.

"If you change your mind. You have my number okay?" Colby offered and you nodded before he left back to his car. You called your body to confirm if you were fired or not.

"Yes. I'm sorry but no matter what you missed a day of work and didn't call in about it. You don't have a job here anymore. I will put in a good recommendation for your next job and won't mention your lates" He responded and then hung up on you. You sighed and decided to just clean up and then sleep.

There was gun shots by 8pm and then men slamming their hands on your door screaming they were going to kill you. "Wrong apartment!" You called out just to receive a 'we will kill you anyways' they never made it in though. The next morning you had a rent warning under your door, rent had been raised from 400 a month to 600. "Fuck"

_-_-_

"Colby?" You asked as he answered the phone. You were under your bed covers in your room. The sound of a slightly distant gunshot rang through the phone into Colby's ear.

"Oh hey. What do you need? I'm here for you" Colby answered. Already grabbing his car keys.

"Can I take you up on that moving offer? I can't afford my rent because they upped it, I did get fired, and I was almost murdered last night for the tenth time this month" You answered and heard a car start.

 "I'm on my way. Pack up your valuables and we will just move you today okay," Colby said and you agreed before ending the call. You filled the milk crates with pictures of your family, your laptop that was 13 years old, and your phone and charger. That was all you owned other than some clothing.

"Hi" You greeted as you let Colby into your apartment. You picked up a crate and Colby took the other. You brought them to his car and then got in. Colby looked you over and noticed how tired you looked.

He lead you into his apartment where you slept on the couch for the next six hours. He filmed a video while you were asleep and began editing shortly before you woke up.

That was how this all started...

[sonoilbastardo]

FULL NAME: Easton Craven

PRONUNCIATION: /EES-tuhn CRAY-ven/ MEANING: Easton | Old English: eastern settlement or eastern town. Craven | Irish: anglicized form of Gaelic Ó Crabháin (‘descendant (or ‘son’) of Crabhán’); English: contemptibly lacking in courage; cowardly. REASONING: Stella Craven did not waste her time thinking of a name for a child that isn’t hers, unlike when her own darling baby boy was born, and she gave him the name Everett - which means brave as a wild boar. For her husband’s bastard boy, she refused to grant him a name, and so Gabriel shrugged his shoulders and simply wrote Easton on a piece of paper, feeling his heart sink as he wrote the last name Craven right after. This unfortunate boy will bear his name for as long as he lived, a reminder of his, Gabriel Craven’s, horrible mistake. NICKNAME(S): Edmund, East PREFERRED NAME(S): East BIRTH DATE: 30th March 1992 AGE: 26 ZODIAC: Aries GENDER: Male PRONOUNS: He/Him ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Heteroromantic SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual NATIONALITY: Italian ETHNICITY: Caucassian CURRENT LOCATION: Verona, Italy LIVING CONDITIONS: Comfortably living alone in a small villa with a terrace, garage, and a fireplace. Considerably smaller than the estate he grew up in, but prefers his own place than to live with his father (he already works with the man, he doesn’t want to live under the same roof as well.) TITLE(S): the shadow, il bastardo

BACKGROUND

BIRTH PLACE: Verona, Italy HOMETOWN: Verona, Italy SOCIAL CLASS: Upper-class EDUCATION LEVEL: Bachelor of  Business Administration & Master of Business Administration from the University of Milan. FATHER: Gabriel Craven MOTHER: (unknown), Step-Mother: Stella Craven SIBLING(S): Everett Craven ( Half-brother ) BIRTH ORDER: 2nd for his father, unknown for his mother CHILDREN: None. PET(S): None. OTHER IMPORTANT RELATIVES: None. PREVIOUS RELATIONSHIPS: Two official. Both while in university. First one lasted three months, he was cheated on. Second one lasted two years. The woman is from another rich family, but in a much higher league than his, is brilliant and talented, and he felt intimidated by her command of language and intelligence. He broke up with her right before joining the mob. ARREST: Once when he was 22 years old, he crashed his car into a tiny storefront and he was arrested for drunk-driving. Was bailed out by Everett, and the store-owners dropped their lawsuit and were happy to settle. Everett didn’t really give them much of a choice anyways.   PRISON TIME?: None.

OCCUPATION & INCOME

PRIMARY SOURCE OF INCOME: Working at his father’s legitimate hotel and wine businesses. He holds a key personnel position (operations manager), and while Stella disapproves of this, Gabriel could not deny that he is capable. SECONDARY SOURCE OF INCOME: The mob, as a Capulet soldier. Thanks to his Captain, Tiberius, most of the work he does are boring, to the point that he’s a “glorified personal assistant”. This jobs pays well regardless, almost at par with his job at his father’s companies. TERTIARY SOURCE(S) OF INCOME: Fighting. He earns money through underground fights that he participates in, though he has blown some of that money anyway for treatment of injuries he’s suffered from them. CONTENT WITH THEIR JOB (OR LACK THERE OF)?: No, wants to own his father’s entire company one way or the other, and wants to rank higher up in the mob. PAST JOB(S): None, was accepted into his father’s business right after college, and did not have to work for his tuition since his father paid for it all. SPENDING HABITS: Spends a lot of money on alcohol and cigarettes, likes to dress well and buys new clothes at least once a week, whenever he sees anything that he fancies. Sometimes pends money on good ingredients because he likes to cook Italian food, but often is too lazy to do this and would simply head down to one of the restaurants in hotels his father owns. Spends money on books as well, mostly poetry, and likes to collect first editions. MOST VALUABLE POSSESSION: Rare first edition of Dante Alighieri’s La Divina Commedia.

SKILLS & ABILITIES

PHYSICAL STRENGTH: Physically strong, but does not rely solely on it when he engages in fights. OFFENSE: Usually fights with open hands, which he believes are far more brutal than closed fists, using his body parts: elbows, knees, and others as weapons to deliver forceful strikes. Recently, as well, he has been mastering a new fighting style that allows him to make use of objects around him and allows him to fight in any given situation, a style with which one must also have a clear goal for his opponent: to kill? to maim? DEFENSE: Use of an opponent’s strength against them, which is something he learned as a child when he signed up for Judo as an extra-curricular. He has long since abandoned his formal Judo training for Muay Thai and most recently, Keysi, but this defensive technique could not be lost on him. SPEED: Quick on his feet, trusts his instincts. INTELLIGENCE: Easton has been blessed with a good head in his shoulders, but still somehow not a match for his half-brother’s. He did not graduate with any Latin honors, but did not have any difficulties in college whatsoever. That made it easy for him to deal with graduate school as well. He also enjoys reading, which sometimes surprises people, and he is somewhat a snob, preferring to read the classics and works of long dead poets. For the earlier years of his life he has been considerably sheltered, and only when he decided he did not need to impress his father anymore did he take to the streets of Verona and find Measure by Measure. ACCURACY: With the gun, fairly accurate. He likes to use his hands and fists in fights that let him channel his rage, but he’s had to learn how to shoot a gun for his job, and he can’t say he’s a champion marksman. AGILITY: Quite agile and coordinated, hyper-aware of his body parts and movements. STAMINA: High endurance. TEAMWORK: Considerably good, if he sees some use with teaming up. Most likely not good if forced to work together, and he does not see how he’d gain anything from it, and he would rather work alone in instances like these. Still completely loyal to himself only. TALENTS: Martial arts (from years of training as a child, and then later in underground fights), exceptional memory (helped him throughout college) and helps him keep up with work and the mob. SHORTCOMINGS: At times, lacks the “street-smart” attitude that someone working for a mob should have. LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: Italian, English. DRIVE?: Yes. JUMP-START A CAR?: Yes. CHANGE A FLAT TIRE?: Yes. RIDE A BICYCLE?: Yes. SWIM?: Yes. PLAY AN INSTRUMENT?: Used to. Learned piano to try and impress his father. PLAY CHESS?: Yes. BRAID HAIR?: No. TIE A TIE?: Yes. PICK A LOCK?: Yes. Just because he wanted to learn it.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS

FACE CLAIM: Daniel Sharman EYE COLOR: Blue HAIR COLOR: Light brown HAIR TYPE/STYLE: A curly mop of hair GLASSES/CONTACTS?: None. DOMINANT HAND: Right. HEIGHT: 6′2 WEIGHT: 83 kg (183 lbs.) BUILD: Mesomorph EXERCISE HABITS: Jogs every morning before work, goes to the gym to train Muay Thai five to six times a week, goes down to Measure by Measure whenever he feels like it. SKIN TONE: Type II: white, fair TATTOOS: Lines of poetry on his left rib. PEIRCINGS: None. MARKS/SCARS: Birthmark on his lower back, looks like a misshapen heart. Scar on his right bicep, a small slash about two inches in length, from a knife fight with a gang member he was assigned to. NOTABLE FEATURES: That jawline? I mean? USUAL EXPRESSION: Either expressionless or scowling, eyes always intense and glaring. CLOTHING STYLE: Wears expensive suits to work. Wears leather jackets when not at work, along with jeans and boots. JEWELRY: Thin gold necklace always kept underneath clothes, simple columnar pendant. ALLERGIES: None. BODY TEMPERATURE: Normal? DIET: Lots of protein, moderate on carbs and fats, very minimal sweets. PHYSICAL AILMENTS: None.

PSYCHOLOGY

JUNG TYPE: ENTP ENNEAGRAM TYPE: Type 8; Active Controller MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral TEMPERAMENT: Choleric ELEMENT: Fire PRIMARY INTELLIGENCE TYPE: Bodily-Kinesthetic Intelligence APPROXIMATE IQ: 125+ MENTAL CONDITIONS/DISORDERS: None. SOCIABILITY: Fairly social when he believes it useful for him. EMOTIONAL STABILITY: Fairly stable. Is able to channel rage into “appropriate” avenues like fighting, rarely takes it out on anyone innocent. Is more likely to punch a wall than punch a person. OBSESSION(S): Getting revenge. Taking everything his father denied him. COMPULSION(S): Cursing. Sex and talking about it. PHOBIA(S): None. ADDICTION(S): Smoking. DRUG USE: Minimal. ALCOHOL USE: Occassional. PRONE TO VIOLENCE?: Yes

MANNERISMS

SPEECH STYLE: Low, throaty voice, always with a hint of arrogance. A slow drawl. He usually thinks carefully about what he says, and likes to speak in a “romantic” way that uses a variety of words showcasing his command of vocabulary. (Prime example of how he speaks is how Daniel Sharman speaks in Fear the Walking Dead. link ) ACCENT: Italian QUIRKS: Prone to reciting archaic lines of poetry both in Italian and English. HOBBIES: Aside from martial arts, reading poetry and reciting them. HABITS: Smokes to relieve stress. NERVOUS TICKS: Chewing the inside of his cheek, cracking his knuckles. DRIVES/MOTIVATIONS: The idea of being able to take everything away from his father and his brother. FEARS: That he dies before he attains his goal. POSITIVE TRAITS: Passionate, driven, independent, assertive, confident. NEGATIVE TRAITS: Self-absorbed, dishonest, materialistic, resentful, secretive, vengeful. SENSE OF HUMOR: Insensitive and crude. DO THEY CURSE OFTEN?: All the fucking time. CATCHPHRASE(S): None.

FAVORITES

ACTIVITY: Muay Thai. BEVERAGE: Black coffee. BOOK: You Get So Alone Sometimes That It Just Makes Sense by Charles Bukowski COLOR: Black. DESIGNER: Gucci. MODE OF TRANSPORTATION: Maserati Quattroporte MOVIE: V for Vendetta MUSICAL ARTIST: Queen QUOTE/SAYING: “I wanted the whole world or nothing.” SCENERY: Fights at Measure by Measure. SCENT: on himself | Hermès, on women | Yves St. Laurent (something that screams sophistication), in general | old books TELEVISION SHOW: Game of Thrones WEATHER: Autumn VACATION DESTINATION: places Game of Thrones have done filming in, tbh

ATTITUDES

GREATEST DREAM: To take control of his father’s empire and take control over Verona. GREATEST FEAR: Dying before he achieves his goal. MOST AT EASE WHEN: Alone and cooking up plans for his rise. LEAST AT EASE WHEN: Around his family or his family’s home. WORST POSSIBLE THING THAT COULD HAPPEN: Dying not only having his goals achieved, but dying with nothing left to his name. BIGGEST ACHIEVEMENT: Being recognized as one of the most capable Capulet soldiers and soon after, promoted by his own father. BIGGEST REGRET: Wasting time and energy ever believing he would be fully and lovingly accepted by his father. MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENT: Begging an ex-girlfriend to come back to him even after she cheated. One of the lowest points in his life, ever. BIGGEST SECRET: That he sometimes wake up to dreams of his entire family dead by his hands. TOP PRIORITIES: Himself

[dj-syrup]

The Unnamed, Episode 01x05: The Bachelorina

"Thank you for calling SJSF, this is Rhiannon speaking, how can I help you?"

It was just another day at the reception desk. Rhi was on their third cup of tea and it wasn't even lunchtime yet.

"Hi, Rhiannon. I'm Angela. I was hoping to speak to The Unnamed."

That was a new request. Most of the calls that Rhiannon took were fan calls for Mr. Stewart, which she redirected to his massive PR team, headquartered a few miles away.

"Hmmm... I could redirect you to Ms. Port. She runs the show around here."

"That works. What are her pronouns?"

"She, her and hers."

"Thank you."

"Do you mind if I ask what this about?"

"Not at all. I'm single, and I don't want to be single anymore. I read about The Unnamed in the papers and I thought they might be able to help."

"She wants us to do what?" Ling was not enthused by this idea.

"You heard me, Ling," said Port. "She wants us to find her a date. More specifically, she wants us to find her a significant other."

"Why? Why can't she just do that herself?" Ling was not interested.

"Well, she's pansexual."

"Doesn't that mean that she has twice as many options?" asked Thomas.

"No, it doesn't," said Port. "At least, not twice as many options.She's looking at men who are into women, women who are into women, and a wide array of nonbinary people. Most certainly not twice as many options."

"So why would we do this?" Donnelly was weighing in.

"Do you have anything better to do?" asked Port.

"Not really," Donnelly replied. "I just finished sharpening every pencil in the Nest, and before that, I was categorizing the dishes in the break room by color, size, and microwavability."

Port looked around the room. No-one looked back at her. No-one was willing to say it, but they were bored. The hubbub of their success against the Knights had worn off in the last couple of weeks, and everyone was looking for their next big project.

"We can do it, from a technical perspective," said Winn. "We've proven to be fairly skillful at finding people. It would be nice to look for a nice person for once, instead of a murderer or a drug dealer."

"I agree," said Donnelly. "Let's get started."

Angela showed up at SJSF the next day, after school. She was about 17 years old, dirty blond, with a purple streak in her hair running from the part in her ear-length hair across to her left eyebrow. Her blue eyes shone out from beneath hair that was constantly in the way.

Angela sat, sitting up perfectly straight, in her chair. Ms. Port was facing her, cutting an imposing figure, in a perfectly ironed floral print dress and solid knit top. The effect was a bit overwhelming; she was the queen in this castle.

"So... what are you looking for?" asked Winn.

"Well, I'm pansexual," she replied, "so I'm looking for a gay woman, or a straight man, or some non-binary person. I've never been very comfortable with the idea of dating non-binary people, though, and I've never been able to put a finger on why. I might just not be romantically interested in them generally. I don't know"

"That's okay. This is about what you want, what you're comfortable with. Don't worry about that. We'll find you someone. Are you picky about looks?"

"No, not really. I'm partial to chocolate brown hair, on both men and women. The effect of chocolate hair framing green eyes is really striking, too, so that would be nice. I would want a woman about my height, but a man a bit taller than I. Not a lot, mind you, otherwise kissing is tricky, but an inch or two."

"K. I get that. I remember when my husband was still around..." and Port lost her focus for a second, before regaining it. "But that was a while ago. Anyway. What do you like between the ears?"

"Between the ears?"

"In their brains. How they talk, what they say, how they act. Do you like cocky guys? Shy?"

What Port had said finally registered with Angela. "I like people who are kind. There are far too many people out there who just don't think about what they say, what they do, and they don't ever understand the damage they do."

"K. What else?"

"I like people who are smart, but who aren't cocky. Some people... geez. You work with smart people. You know how it is sometimes." Port nodded. "Otherwise... I don't know. There are some people I just click with. I need someone that I click with."

Ms. Port was talking to herself as she took notes. "Clicks... with. K. Anything else?"

"Nope. Not really."

Angela thanked Ms. Port and went home. What she didn't know was that by the time she got back to her house, the information that Ms. Port had gathered would be spread across the Social Justice Special Forces Headquarters. The physical descriptions were on their way to a sketch artist, the psychological stuff was on the way to a psychologist, and the whole set was getting passed to Winn, Thomas, and their crews. This girl was going to get a date.

"We got you a date." Port was calling Angela to give her the good news.

"Really? When?"

"Well, it would be more accurate to say that we found you someone to go on a date with. You still have to call him and set it up. It looks weird if we do it."

"Yeah, I guess it would. How did you find this guy?"

"He goes to the same school as my son. My son doesn't get along with him too well, but he's a match for what you gave us, so we'll help set you up."

"That makes it sound like you found me an organ donor."

"Believe me, I could find you a kidney much easier than I can find you a boyfriend or a girlfriend for that matter. There are lists and registries for stuff like that. Anyway. I'm sending you an email with the information you need. Let me know what you end up planning and I'll have my team there to back you up."

"And... that makes me sound like an operative on a dangerous mission to a gala or something." She paused. "I'm sorry. Having a bit of a rough day. I really do appreciate all the help."

"You're welcome. Don't make me sorry, alright?"

"I won't."

With Port's help, Angela set up a date with Charlie. They found a coffee shop that did wood-fired pizza and stand-up comedy on Friday nights. Of course, the coffee shop did beers on tap, but both Angela and Charlie were too young for that sort of thing, so they were just going to watch all the adults get drunk and do stupid stuff.

The coffee shop had a building under construction next door, which meant that having a utility truck parked next door wouldn't have looked out of place, and it didn't. Thomas, Port, and Donnelly stayed in the truck, while Winn monitored from headquarters. Ling was on the roof of the building with a pair of binoculars and a sniper rifle that she insisted she needed. Kira and Sergeant Foster were in the building itself, having a daddy-daughter date that neither of them was quite comfortable with.

"I'm telling you, Ling, you don't need that rifle." Donnelly was trying to talk down Ling.

"Can you conclusively prove that I will not need my rifle?"

"You know how hard it is to prove a negative."

"Well, that's your problem, not mine, isn't it?"

Donnelly sighed and gave up. As long as Ling didn't shoot anyone everything should be fine.

"Foster, how are things looking?" Port was checking in on everyone, making sure that they were all in place.

"Things are fine here, for the most part. Have you seen the prices they're charging for food? I haven't paid nine bucks for a slice of pizza since I went to the Yankees versus the Red Sox last year."

"We're covering your expenses, remember?"

"Still."

"Ling, how are things looking?" Port moved on.

"Things are looking good up here. The construction workers seemed a little surprised to see me, but with the size of rifle I'm carrying, I think they decided to leave me alone."

Port shook her head sadly. "We told you, you don't need that rifle. Besides, it will make people nervous."

"Nonsense. I have permission to be here, I have permission to carry this gun. Where's the issue?"

Winn cut in from headquarters. "Hey, guys, can we cut the chit-chat, please? We can fight about Ling's rifle later."

There was silence for a minute, until Ling chimed back in. "Angela's Porsche just pulled in."

Donnelly turned to Thomas. "Where did she get a Porsche from?"

"Mr. Stewart's personal lot," said Thomas. "It was his idea."

"Any sign of the boy yet?" asked Foster.

"No, no sign. Angela is a few minutes early."

"Can you guys hear me alright?" Angela was in the loop now.

"Yes, you're coming through loud and clear," Thomas replied. "You're go for entry, whenever you're ready."

"You guys make it sound so formal. You all need to loosen up a bit. Port, are you sure my microphone won't show?"

"Are you wearing the outfit we discussed?" asked Port.

"Yes."

"Then you're fine. Just don't make out with him too hard and you'll be fine."

"On a first date? I don't think that will be an issue." She paused. "Any tips, from any of you, about how to stop my heart racing? I haven't been on a date in a long time."

"Just breathe deeply," suggested Port, "and keep in mind that this guy is probably nervous too."

"And keep your finger off of the trigger until you're ready to fire." added Ling.

"There's not a gun involved here," said Port.

"Oh, right." There was an embarrassed silence. "Sorry."

"I'm going in," said Angela. "Wish me luck."

"Good luck," said Port. "We don't plan on needing it though."

Angela went in.

The appointed time for her date to arrive came and went.

And he didn't show up.

There was a sniper in the building next door. There was a retired Army sergeant in the building, an ex-Navy SEAL across the street, and a battery of analysts watching video feeds.

And the whole thing didn't work.

Because the boy didn't show up.

"Angela?" Mr. Stewart was looking for Angela. He found her, crying in his Porsche 911 GT3.

"I'm sorry for messing up the seats in here," said Angela. "I know this is a really expensive car."

"No, you're fine," said Mr. Stewart. "If you're going to cry in a car, a Porsche is a nice car to cry in. I was going to have my car detailed tomorrow anyway." It was a lie, and they both knew it, but it was a kind thing to say, and so Angela didn't call him on it.

Mr. Stewart climbed in on the passenger side.

"I heard that your date stood you up."

"Yeah, he did."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"I mean, why? Why would someone do something like that? I go out of my way, out on a limb, to see if this person is worth having around me, and he can't even be bothered to show up."

"Sometimes, people are cruel, and sometimes people make mistakes. It happens."

"But why does it keep happening to me? Why does no-one want me?"

"Can I present a different point of view?"

"Sure."

"If you already had somebody, someone special in your life, would you keep looking for someone better?"

"Not really."

"Even if he wasn't what you wanted? Would your fear of being alone, of being lonely, keep you from moving on because something bad is better than nothing?"

"I might look at better people with longing, and if it got bad enough, of course, I would leave."

"But trading up would be tricky, right?"

"Yeah, it would be. Messy too."

"And that's the thing with dating a lot of people until you find the right one. Trading up is easier. And I know that it's hard, feeling like you're not wanted, but the day will come when you find the right person, and all of this will be worth it."

"Jean-Luc-" Angela cut herself short, and her cheeks flushed a bright red. "Sorry. I'm a huge Star Trek fan."

"No need to worry, I know many of your kind."

"Do you remember when you recited love poetry, to try and get Lwaxana Troi back?"

"Yes. I've never forgotten the time that the show's creator told me to hit on his wife."

"That was his wife?"

"Yup."

"I always thought it was funny." She laughed an awkward, coughing kind of laugh, and then wiped a tear from her cheek.

"I thought it was funny too, a gay man hitting on his boss's wife at his insistence. Lwaxana never found love, did she?"

"No, and I thought it was one of the saddest parts of Star Trek."

"Don't worry, Angela. If there's someone for you, we'll find him. Or her."

And pulling the pocket square from his suit pocket, he wiped the tears from her cheek, handed her the pocket square, and stepped out of his car.

The pocket square was monogrammed.

A week later, Angela was on another date, and Donnelly was sitting in the truck listening in horror.

"Did she really just say that?" asked Donnelly.

"Yes, Angela's stupid date did just say that," retorted Ling. "Why do you ask?"

"Sorry, Winn, forgot I had my mic on," said Donnelly. "At what point do we pull her out of there, gracefully or otherwise?"

"There's a key phrase, and we'll pull her out once she uses it," replied Winn.

"Or if her life is in danger," added Ling.

"I don't think her life will be in danger," stated Port. "This is a coffee shop, and we have Foster and Kira in there again if something goes wrong."

The team had decided, as a group, to use the same mission format for all of the dates that they were assisting Angela with. Mr. Stewart had tried, unsuccessfully, to talk Ling out of her sniper rifle. He ended up bowing to her superior tactical knowledge.

"That's it," said Donnelly. "I'm not going to listen to some punk treat Angela like this. I'm going in."

"Sit down, Donnelly," said Port. "She hasn't asked us to pull her out, so we're not going to."

They waited. Finally, with a hint of animosity, Angela bid her date a good night and fairly ran for the door.

"Why didn't you ask us to pull you out of there?" asked Port. "We had people who could have done it without making a huge deal out of it. What was up?"

"I didn't want to make a scene," she replied, "and that girl was really hot. I didn't want to piss her off."

"I don't care how hot she is," stated Ling. "That doesn't give her a reason to walk on you."

Angela ignored Ling. "Do we have another date lined up?"

"I've got someone else for you to try," said Winn. "I'm texting you his name and number."

Angela's phone went off. She unlocked it, read the text, and put her phone back in the back pocket of her jeans. "Let's get going," she said. "I want to be far away from here when that girl finds the sign I put on her back."

Donnelly had gotten bored in the truck during the third date, and so he had started making video logs.

"Date three," he started. "Things are going well, but Angela's date is an entitled piece of snot instead of the obscene piece of snot we dealt with last time."

Donnelly's radio squawked in the background, and he picked it up. "Say again?"

Winn's voice was distinct this time. "You were getting a rare apology from me," she said. "The line 'if you can't handle me at my worst, you don't deserve me at my best' should have been a red flag when we were vetting this girl."

Donnelly paused his video log and turned to Port. "How are things going with our friend?"

Winn shook her head sadly and handed Donnelly a headset. Angela's mic was picking up her voice fine, but her date's voice was a bit fainter.

"You know I'm a ballerina," said Angela. "I was one of the principal dancers in my company's production of Swan Lake."

Christina's voice was faint but distinct. Donnelly didn't need to look at the video feed to see the sneer on Christina's voice. "I was cast in the lead role when my company did it last year," she asserted. "We're getting ready for The Nutcracker this Christmas, and I've already been cast as Clara. The boy playing the Nutcracker is so dreamy... I might actually kiss him at the end. I haven't decided yet."

Donnelly turned towards Port again. "And she hasn't asked us to get her out of there?"

"Not yet," replied Port.

Winn's voice squawked from the radio again. "She said the key phrase. Kira, Foster, move now. And Ling, hold your fire. She's not in danger."

Kira walked over to Angela, with her father walking behind her and a bit to her right.

Angela fixed Christina with her gaze. "You have done an excellent job convincing me that you are better than me in every conceivable way. I see no reason to continue this date. Have a nice night."

Christina looked up in shock as Angela stood up. "And what about your bill?"

"Well," said Angela, "as you are better than me in every way, I assume that included being better off than me financially. You can cover it."

"You can't-" Christina had spotted Foster staring her down. Angela walked away.

Christina shouted across the coffee house. "Hey, blondie!"

Kira turned around.

"Yes, you. You single?"

Kira considered what to do for a second.

"Nope," she said. "Got a boyfriend." And Kira flipped her off.

That was the end of that.

There were a number of other dates that Angela went on. Every time, something went wrong. She was stood up twice more. One of her dates was obsessed with anime and spent the entire time talking about it. One of the guys wouldn't stop flirting with the waitress.

But every time the team failed, they learned something. Winn and Thomas honed their research skills and algorithms. Donnelly got really good at sitting in the truck and doing nothing. Kira and Sergeant Foster grew closer to each other, and Ling finally traded her sniper rifle for a shotgun mic.

There was a slight hiccup with Kira, Zach, and Christina, but that was solved with a staged, but very loud and public, breakup.

Time passed.

Donnelly, with nothing else to do, was making video logs again. "Date number 13," he started yet again. "We still haven't succeeded in finding a guy or a girl for Angela. Things are starting to get tense."

"Would you shut up, Donnelly?" asked Port. "You're really not helping anything."

Donnelly turned back to the webcam on his laptop. "Like I said, things are a little tense. For what it's worth, though, this date is going well. The guy is kind, sensitive, a bit funny; if I were a bit older, and not currently dating someone, I would date him."

"Sorry to interrupt, Donnelly," said Ling, "but we have a problem. You know how this building is supposed to be empty?"

"Yes?"

"And you know how there's a bank across the street from me, to the west of the coffee shop?"

"What are you saying, Zhi?"

"Well, I think I finally figured out what's going on. There's a bank robbery in progress right now. A couple of guys just took a case of gelignite into the basement of the building. I think all of the dirt that they've been trucking out of here has been for a tunnel under the bank."

"You're kidding, right?"

"Nope. You know what I really wish I had right now? A sniper rifle. I could have dropped those guys before this became an issue. But no, I didn't need one, did I?"

Ling had been talking on the main radio loop, which meant that everyone, including both Fosters and Angela, had heard the news. Port stepped in to do damage control.

"Angela, stay put. Don't say anything. You're safe. Kira, Foster, that goes for you too. Donnelly. Take a pair of assault rifles and sidearms -- whatever you want -- from the truck's armory and meet Ling on the ground floor. Investigate those robbers."

Angela nodded, and Kira passed on her agreement to the rest of the team. Donnelly grabbed the weapons and ran into the building, finally glad to be doing something useful.

While Ling and Donnelly entered the tunnel to stop the bank robbery, Angela was struggling to maintain appearances with her date.

"So... funny bit of weather we've been having," she said.

Dale laughed. "Yes, it is a funny bit of weather we've been having." He paused. "You don't get out much, do you?"

Angela laughed awkwardly and rubbed the back of her neck. "Yeah... I don't like the sun. It's too bright. Makes me sweaty."

"You're sure you're not a vampire?"

She laughed again. "Yes, I'm sure. I can see myself in mirrors, even though I don't want to sometimes."

"You know," he said, looking right into her eyes, "You're awkward. You're kind of a clutz. You've obviously cleaned yourself up for this date, but this doesn't seem like your normal state."

"Thanks."

"No, no, hear me out." He continued. "But at the same time, you're real. I'm so tired of fake people. I ask a customer at work how their day is going, and every time, it's the same answer. 'It's going fine,' they say. The nice ones ask me about my day. And every time, because this is how it works, I say the same thing.

"But you... You're different. If I asked you, you would actually tell me. You would say, 'Oh, today has kind of sucked. My mom got mad at me.' Or you would say 'My friend's goldfish died today, and she's really sad, but I don't really care even though I should.'

"You are beautiful, Angela, both in body and in heart. Shall I compare you to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely, and more temperate..."

Angela, looking both nervous and excited, looked back at Dale. "Shakespeare? I had no idea you were so well read."

"Uh, no, not Shakespeare. Star Trek."

And Angela's expression melted. She had found the right one.

And then it was Kira, at her side again. "I hate to break this up," she said, "but we need to get this place empty. Can you give me a hand?"

The robbers were on the ground, clutching the knees where they had been shot by the rifles of Donnelly and Ling. Donnelly walked over to the bottom of the concrete pad that the vault was sitting on and looked at the explosives so carefully laid across it.

Something wasn't right.

He took a look at the labels. The explosives were labeled as gelignite, just like Ling had said, but they smelled wrong.

He smelled it again.

"Ling, we need to evacuate the coffee shop. These idiots used the wrong explosives."

"I thought that was gelignite."

"That's what it's labeled as, but it's actually C-4. We need to go. Now."

"Can't you disarm it? Can't I disarm it?"

"No. There's not time. These people are idiots. We need to get out of here. Take one of the robbers, I'll take the other one. Winn?"

"Heard you. How much TNT?" asked Winn.

"Probably several hundred pounds. And this tunnel is unstable as is."

"Okay. Get them out. I'll have Kira and Foster evacuate the place."

Everyone was in a mad rush to get out of the coffee shop. Saying there was a bomb next door, while not the most tactful approach, certainly worked.

"Go! Go! GO!!" shouted Kira, trying to push everyone out.

Angela and Dale were in the back of the line to get out of the door. The panic spurred by Sergeant Foster's announcement was making exiting the building difficult.

And then there was a boom and a roar, and the building quivered and shook.

Pieces of the ceiling started falling in.

And then, with a great rush, the rest of the crowd got outside just as the building started to collapse. The tunnel had gone under the coffee house and had collapsed when the explosives went off.

Angela and Dale hit the ground, knocked over by the force of the blast.

"You know," gasped Angela, as they lay on the ground with their breaths knocked out of them, "I think I like you."

"I think I like you too," replied Dale. "The next time we go out, though, can we leave the bank robbers out of it?"

They both laughed.

"So... mission accomplished?" Port asked Angela after she had taken Dale home for the night.

"Yep. He's a really nice guy. I will let you know if things don't work out, though."

"Please do. This was fun."

"Do you have anyone in your life right now, Ms. Port?"

"Not really. It's been a low priority. I have to take care of my kid."

"Fair enough." Angela paused. "Thank you, again, for the help. Send my regards to Mr. Stewart?"

"Will do."

As Angela got out of the car, she was elated. She and Dale had planned another date, this time to a ballet performance of Swan Lake. Donnelly had agreed to run security, and she was borrowing Mr. Stewart's Porsche again.

Tonight was a good night. All was well.

[lovelornrocketscientist]

[  B A S I C  I N F O  ]

FULL NAME: Dr. Leopold James Fitz PRONUNCIATION: Lee-uh-pohld Jay-mz Fih-tz MEANING: Leopold: "Leo", meaning "lion" and “pold” meaning “brave” or “bold”; James: Supplanter; Fitz: Son of NICKNAME(S): Fitz, Turbo, Leo, Slide Rule BIRTH DATE: August 19, 1987 AGE: 30 ZODIAC: Leo CHINESE ZODIAC: Year of the rabbit GENDER: Cis male PRONOUNS: He/him ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Biromantic SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Demisexual SPECIES: Homo Sapiens NATIONALITY: Scottish, UK citizen ETHNICITY: Caucasian RELIGION: Atheist CURRENT LOCATION: S.H.I.E.L.D. base “The Playground” [location classified] TITLE(S): Doctor, Agent, Co-Head of S.H.I.E.L.D.’s Science and Technology Division

[  B A C K G R O U N D  ]

BIRTH PLACE: Glasgow, Scotland, UK HOMETOWN: Glasgow SOCIAL CLASS: Blue collar EDUCATION LEVEL: PhD, aerospace engineering, Glasgow University FATHER: Alistair Michael Fitz MOTHER: Joanna “Anna” Caroline Fitz (née Stirling) SIBLING(S): Sister, Amelia “Millie” Grace Fitz, deceased RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single PREVIOUS LOVERS: Clare Wolf, Mara Cohen, Kate Adler CHILDREN: None PET(S): None OTHER IMPORTANT RELATIVES: Maternal grandmother, Marjorie “Jo” Annemarie Stirling (née MacLeod)

[  O C C U P A T I O N  &  I N C O M E  ]

PRIMARY SOURCE OF INCOME: S.H.I.E.L.D. salary APPROXIMATE AMOUNT PER YEAR: $125,000 PAST JOB(S): None SPENDING HABITS: Frugal MOST VALUABLE POSSESSION: From a monetary standpoint, probably his grandmother’s engagement ring

[  S K I L L S  &  A B I L I T I E S  ]

PHYSICAL STRENGTH: Average male SPEED: Very fast INTELLIGENCE: Extremely high  WEAPONS ACCURACY: High with a gun AGILITY: Average STAMINA: Average CONSTITUTION: above average REFLEXES: average DEXTERITY: excellent FIGHTING SKILL: low to medium for an agent TEAMWORK: Strong TALENTS: Logic, mechatronics, aerospace engineering, electrical engineering, biomedical engineering, mechanical engineering, chemistry, physics, advanced robotics, weapons design, advanced software design, information security, electronic security, sophisticated document forgery SHORTCOMINGS: Insecure, moody, reserved LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: English, French, Hebrew, a little Arabic LANGUAGE(S) READ: Latin, Greek, Persian DRIVE?: Yes, with both UK and US driving licenses JUMP-STAR A CAR?: Yes CHANGE A FLAT TIRE?: Yes RIDE A BICYCLE?: Yes SWIM?: Yes PLAY AN INSTRUMENT?: Yes, a little piano PLAY CHESS?: Yes BRAID HAIR?: No TIE A TIE?: Yes PICK A LOCK?: Yes

[  A P P E A R A N C E  &  C H A R A C T E R I S T I C S  ]

FACE CLAIM: Iain de Caestecker EYE COLOR: Gray-blue, the left has sectoral heterochromia with one area of green in it. HAIR COLOR: Sandy HAIR TYPE/STYLE: Thick, very curly, worn swept back from forehead, notable widow’s peak GLASSES/CONTACTS?: No DOMINANT HAND: Right HEIGHT: 5′8.5″ WEIGHT: Approximately 145 lbs., fluctuates BUILD: endo-ectomorphic hybrid—slim, long arms and legs, low muscle mass and low body fat percentage VOICE DESCRIPTION: Average pitch, might break or get higher when nervous, Scottish accent EXERCISE HABITS: Running several times a week POSTURE: Poor to average SKIN TONE: Fair (some might say pasty) TATTOOS: None PEIRCINGS: None MARKS/SCARS: He has two large scars under his hair from childhood injuries. He has several more under the hairline from scalp wounds sustained since joining Coulson’s team. He has numerous small pale scars on his hands from his work. There are a couple on his back that are still visible from injuries caused by his childhood abuse. OTHER DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Small strawberry birthmark on his left hip. Has very little body hair. None on chest, light amount of blond hair on forearms and legs. Has a thin happy trail from the navel down.  NOTABLE FEATURES: Prominent supraorbital ridge, blue eyes, widow’s peak, stubble, curly hair, small nose, full lips, long hands fingers, large feet USUAL EXPRESSION: awed CLOTHING STYLE: Casual, button-downs with trousers, occasional blazer, dress shoes, belt, (boxer briefs, shhhh) JEWELRY: None ALLERGIES: Mango BLOOD TYPE: A+ BODY TEMPERATURE:  98.9 DIET: Average omnivorous PHYSICAL AILMENTS: Slight tremor in left hand most noticeable when tired, occasional balance issues

[  P S Y C H O L O G Y  ]

JUNG TYPE: ISFJ JUNG SUBTYPE: Ethical ENNEAGRAM TYPE: The Helper MORAL ALIGNMENT: Neutral good TEMPERAMENT: Melancholic ARCHETYPE: The Lover ELEMENT: Water PRIMARY INTELLIGENCE TYPE: Logical-mathematical APPROXIMATE IQ: 210–225 MENTAL CONDITIONS/DISORDERS: hypoxic brain damage secondary to drowning; Post-traumatic stress disorder (undiagnosed) SOCIABILITY: Introverted but works fairly well with others, has difficulty making friends. EMOTIONAL STABILITY: Low to medium OBSESSION(S): Jemma Simmons COMPULSION(S): Has nervous tics, jiggling leg, tapping fingers, touching face, biting cuticles, etc. PHOBIA(S): Not being good enough, needles, dead things ADDICTION(S): None DRUG USE: None ALCOHOL USE: Occasionally PRONE TO VIOLENCE?: Only when necessary and purely for self-protection or protection of his loved ones.

[  M A N N E R I S M S  ]

SPEECH STYLE: Reserved ACCENT: Glasgow, East End but tries to sound more posh QUIRKS: Excessively enthusiastic about science HOBBIES: Reading engineering journals, drawing, designing things in his head, daydreaming, writing scientific papers, tinkering HABITS: interrupting, swearing, muttering under their breath, talking to themselves, snacking between meals, skipping meals, talking with their mouth full, chewing with mouth open, eye rolling, licking lips, squinting, rubbing hands together, gesturing while talking, biting lip, crossing arms over chest, putting hands on hips, doodling, overreacting, nostril flaring, slouching, pinching bridge of nose, rubbing temples NERVOUS TICKS: Fidgeting, cuticle biting, throat clearing, chewing the ends of pens, leg jiggling, foot tapping, sniffing, rubbing the back or their neck, running hands through hair, pacing, drumming fingers, scratching head/face, fidgeting with clothes/sleeves DRIVES/MOTIVATIONS: Keeping those he cares about safe FEARS: Losing his loved ones, Not being able to breath, drowning, dying, losing his intellect, being captured by the enemy, small spaces, the feeling of falling POSITIVE TRAITS:  NEGATIVE TRAITS:  SENSE OF HUMOR: dry, sarcastic DO THEY CURSE OFTEN?: Sometimes CATCHPHRASE(S): Not really but he does think things are often “brilliant” or “fantastic”.

[  F A V O R I T E S  ]

ACTIVITY: Being with his significant other ANIMAL: Monkey BEVERAGE: Tea BOOK: The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy by Douglas Adams CELEBRITY: Keira Knightley COLOR: Blue DESIGNER: None FOOD: Prosciutto and buffalo mozzarella sandwich with Jemma’s homemade pesto aioli FLOWER: Thistle GEM: Diamond HOLIDAY: Christmas MODE OF TRANSPORTATION: Jet MOVIE: Monty Python and the Holy Grail MUSICAL ARTIST: The Clash QUOTE/SAYING:  SCENERY: The stars SCENT: The lab SPORT: Football SPORTS TEAM: Caley Thistle  TELEVISION SHOW: Doctor Who WEATHER: Cloudy with no rain VACATION DESTINATION: Home AKA Scotland

[  A T T I T U D E S  ]

GREATEST DREAM: Settling down and having a family GREATEST FEAR: Losing his loved ones MOST AT EASE WHEN: he’s with friends or family LEAST AT EASE WHEN: he’s facing the enemy WORST POSSIBLE THING THAT COULD HAPPEN: His loved ones dying, particularly Jemma BIGGEST ACHIEVEMENT: Overcoming his brain damage, saving the world on occasion BIGGEST REGRET: Telling Jemma about his feelings so terribly MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENT: Innumerable BIGGEST SECRET: His family history TOP PRIORITIES: Saving people/the world, keeping his loved ones safe

[youroptimisticblackhole]

A “should we know us a little better” tag

RULES: you must answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people

Tagged by @neibulae

THE LAST:

1. Drink: Water

 2. Phone call: My mom. I need to call more people tbh.

3. Text message: @fawnerfly

4. Song you listened to: Drugs & Candy by All Time Low

5. Time you cried: Rn actually. My allergies are acting up.

6. Dated someone twice: No

7. Kissed someone and regretted it: No

8. Been cheated on: No

9. Lost someone special: Yes

10. Been depressed: Yikes. Let’s not get into that,

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: No

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:

12-14: black, blue, and red.

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. Made new friends: Yes!

16. Fallen out of love: No

17. Laughed until you cried: Don’t think so

18. Found out someone was talking about you: No

19. Met someone who changed you: Yeah, but not really in a good nor bad way.

20. Found out who your friends are: Yep

21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: Nope

GENERAL:

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: All of them, I don’t just add people I don’t know.

23. Do you have any pets: I have 2 snakes

24. Do you want to change your name: Nah, it’s too much effort.

25. What did you do for your last Birthday: Probably slept and ate and relaxed.

26. What time did you wake up: Idk

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: I think I was swimming or watching a movie. Idk.

28. Name something you can’t wait for: The All Time Low concert

29. When was the last time you saw your mom: Wednesday morning at like 6 am

30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: Almost everything

31. What are you listening right now: Agust D by Agust D

32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: I talked to a Thomas. Does that count?

33. Something that is getting on your nerves: Not knowing my feelings about certain things

34. Most visited Website: Is that even a question? Tumblr.

35. Mole/s: One on the side of my face

36. Mark/s: I have a lot of freckles like all over me, not just my face.

37. Childhood dream: To own a rabbit farm. That’d be nice.

38. Hair color: Naturally? Light brown. Currently? Very dark brow

39. Long or short hair: Long

40. Do you have a crush on someone: Um, not really. Not anyone I like personally know but like Yoongi I love you pls.

41. What do you like about yourself: I’m smart, I have such a great personality but I can also be an asshole and I can take really good pictures.

42. Piercings: Just the ones in my ears

43. Bloodtype: A+ I think

44. Nickname: Tori

45. Relationship status: Single and currently dying for a relationship atm

46. Zodiac: Leo

47. Pronouns: She/Her

48. Favorite TV Show: You think I got time for this shit? No. It’s the mini series Over the Garden Wall. It’s the same length as a movie and I love it.

49. Tattoos: Not right now, but hopefully someday.

50. Right or left hand: Right hand

51. Surgery: None

52. Piercing: Ears, hopefully getting more someday.

53. Sport: Who do you think I am? I don’t do shit. But figure skating is fun to watch.

55. Vacation: I mean, I’m on vacation in Arizona rn, but if we’re talking about ideal vacation I’d love to go on a roadtrip with my friends and take aesthetic looking pictures and visit tourist places and all that jazz.

56. Pair of trainers: Vanz

MORE GENERAL:

57. Eating: Food?

58. Drinking: Water

59. I’m about to: Go to sleep

61. Waiting for: The All Time Low concert

62. Want: To figure everything out rn

63. Get married: Yes

64. Career: Shit fam, what does this mean?

WHICH IS BETTER?:

65. Hugs or kisses: I’ve never kissed anyone, but like both sound nice rn.

66. Lips or eyes: Eyes. Idk. I’m more drawn to them.

67. Shorter or taller: Guy has gotta be taller than me, but a girl has to be shorter.

68. Older or younger: Preferably older

70. Nice arms or nice stomach: I don’t care

71. Sensitive or loud: Either is fine. Maybe sensitive to start out with, but then becomes loud with me. Like that’d be nice.

72. Hook up or relationship: Relationship? Sounds nice. Where can I get one?

73. Troublemaker or hesitant: If I had to choose, I’d pick hesitant only bc I wouldn’t have to bail anyone’s ass out of jail.

HAVE YOU EVER:

74. Kissed a stranger: No

75. Drank hard liquor: No

76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: No, but I’ve broken my glasses before.

77. Turned someone down: Yeah bc I was like 12 and I didn’t want to date hi, bc he was an asshole.

78. Sex in the first date: No

79. Broken someones heart: I don’t think so. Maybe my mom’s bc of how I turned out.

80. Had your heart broken: Yes, whenever I listen to The Last by Agust D.

81. Been arrested: No, but I once got told off by a cop for playing with a toy gun in the front yard with my brother and he treated us as if the gun was real.

82. Cried when someone died: Yeah

83. Fallen for a friend: Maybe???

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84. Yourself: Trying to

85. Miracles: Yeah

86. Love at first sight: No

87. Santa Claus: No

88. Kiss in the first date: If it feels right

89. Angels: No

OTHER:

90. Current best friends name: Riley and Peggy

91. Eyecolor: Like a bluish greenish color

92. Favorite movie: The Captain America movies. Yes.

I’ll tag @fawnerfly @troyler-4-life @sad-and-fucking-lonely @crazybufriedo @the-ultimate-trashcan @assconfetti44 @bangdansonyeondan @kawaiiichen @jeannie-beannie @kiribunny @hobi-hearteu @yourhopeyourangeeel @bragi-god-of-bullshit @hobiswife7 @runmonster @diecisietelunas @soramizuhara @thatcrimsonartist @honeyyoongiprettytae @goodbyeangels

I know I haven’t talked to some of you, but we’re mutuals and I would like to get to know you better. You don’t have to answer.

[strikbroa]

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Maikol Kom Trikru. PRONUNCIATION: My-cole come tree-crew. MEANING: From the name Michael, meaning ‘who is God?’ aka ... u a’int shit. REASONING: He a’int shit. NICKNAME(S): Maik. Kol. Blue. PREFERRED NAME(S): Kol. Blue. BIRTH DATE: Spring of ... somewhere between 2131 and 2133. AGE: Between 16 and 18. ZODIAC: Aries. GENDER: Male. PRONOUNS: He/him. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: He does not care. SEXUAL ORIENTATION: He... does not care. NATIONALITY: Is Trikru a nationality. Idk. ETHNICITY: Is Trikru an ethnicity??? CURRENT LOCATION: The Trees™. LIVING CONDITIONS: There’s a lot of bugs. TITLE(S): Tree Kid’s Afraid to Leave the Trees.

BACKGROUND

BIRTH PLACE: About three hour walk from Ton D.C. HOMETOWN: ^^ SOCIAL CLASS: N/A. EDUCATION LEVEL: Not so high. Fluent with English, though. FATHER: N/A. MOTHER: N/A. SIBLING(S): Lexa. BIRTH ORDER: Lexa, Maikol. CHILDREN: None. PET(S): None. OTHER IMPORTANT RELATIVES: None. PREVIOUS RELATIONSHIPS: None. ARRESTS?: None. PRISON TIME?: None.

SKILLS & ABILITIES

PHYSICAL STRENGTH: He ... a’int shit. OFFENSE: Not great! He’s got alright upper body strength, but honestly .. wow. Wow. DEFENSE: Better! Ducking and avoiding is kind of his specialty. SPEED: Best!! He’s a quick dude! INTELLIGENCE: Reasonable. He’s not extremely well educated, but he’s clever. ACCURACY: With an arrow? Great. With anything else? Questionable. AGILITY: Sweet. STAMINA: Getting better, every time he gets chased. TEAMWORK: ... okay. He can follow orders? But, he mostly keeps it solo. TALENTS: Archery and climbing. SHORTCOMINGS: Talking to people, honestly, truly. LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: English and trigedasleng.  JUMP-STAR A CAR?: Absolutely not. CHANGE A FLAT TIRE?: No way. RIDE A BICYCLE?: Probably not. SWIM?: Yes! PLAY AN INSTRUMENT?: He can play war drums. It’s Beautiful. PLAY CHESS?: No. BRAID HAIR?: Of course he can. TIE A TIE?: Nope. PICK A LOCK?: Nah.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS

FACE CLAIM: Spencer Macpherson. EYE COLOR: Blue. HAIR COLOR: Brown. HAIR TYPE/STYLE: Currently ... his hair is short, still growing back after he had to cut it in season one, after falling out of a tree and getting a gash in his head. Rip Grounder Style. GLASSES/CONTACTS?: No. DOMINANT HAND: Right. HEIGHT: 5′10″. WEIGHT: Light enough for the wind to take him away, on a bad day. BUILD: Not jacked, lbh. EXERCISE HABITS: Pretty good!! He walks a lot. SKIN TONE: Mashed Taters. TATTOOS: Going down his arms, he has some blocky tattoos. PEIRCINGS: No. MARKS/SCARS: There’s a scar on the back of his head, disrupting the hair growth a little, as well as some scattered scars all over his body. On his left shoulder, he’s got a dozen kill marks. NOTABLE FEATURES: His eyeballs! They’re very blue. Hence the nickname. USUAL EXPRESSION: Alone? Wary. With other people? Purposefully closed off. CLOTHING STYLE: Shabby chic. JEWELRY: N/A. ALLERGIES: Jerks. BODY TEMPERATURE: High ? DIET: Bunnies and leaves. PHYSICAL AILMENTS: N/A.

PSYCHOLOGY

JUNG TYPE: INTJ. JUNG SUBTYPE: INTJ-Ne. ENNEAGRAM TYPE: Type 1 -- The Reformer. Self preservation variant. MORAL ALIGNMENT: Neutral good. TEMPERAMENT: Phlegmatic. ELEMENT: Earth. PRIMARY INTELLIGENCE TYPE: Naturalistic. APPROXIMATE IQ: Around 110. MENTAL CONDITIONS/DISORDERS: N/A. SOCIABILITY: Not great. EMOTIONAL STABILITY: Pretty good? OBSESSION(S): N/A. COMPULSION(S): He picks bark off the tops of trees, sometimes. PHOBIA(S): S q u i r r e l s. And small spaces. ADDICTION(S): N/A. DRUG USE: Occasional and recreational. ALCOHOL USE: Rare. PRONE TO VIOLENCE?: No.

MANNERISMS

SPEECH STYLE: Q...uiet. ACCENT: He doesn’t really have a distinct accent. If anything, it’s closest to the Ton. D.C. accent. QUIRKS: Always sits by a window. No exceptions. HOBBIES: Climbing things! HABITS: Nail biting. NERVOUS TICKS: He counts his teeth, with his tongue, when he’s nervous. DRIVES/MOTIVATIONS: Survival. Safety. The usual. FEARS: Guns.  POSITIVE TRAITS: He’s a good listener, he’s flexible with his plans, and he’s always sincere. NEGATIVE TRAITS: It doesn’t always show, but he’s moody. Sometimes belligerent. Always withdrawn. SENSE OF HUMOR: Drrrrrry. DO THEY CURSE OFTEN?: Not in the company of others. CATCHPHRASE(S): N/A.

FAVORITES

ACTIVITY: Swimming. ANIMAL: Bunnies. BEVERAGE: Herbal tea. COLOR: Green. FOOD: ... bunnies. MODE OF TRANSPORTATION: On foot. SCENERY: Treetops. SCENT: Wet ground. WEATHER: Rain.

[starlingsrps]

sarah dorsey.

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: sarah jean dorsey

REASONING: not especially

NICKNAME(S): spooky sarah. yes, she knows.

PREFERRED NAME(S): sarah is fine

BIRTH DATE: january 15, 1986

AGE: thirty four

ZODIAC: capricorn

GENDER: female

PRONOUNS: she/her

SEXUAL/ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: heterosexual/romantic

NATIONALITY: american

ETHNICITY: caucausian

CURRENT LOCATION: washington, d.c. - georgetown technically but it's just easier to say d.c.

LIVING CONDITIONS: tidy clutter. sarah knows where everything is at all times, even if it doesn't always look like it. she has not moved since she moved into this apartment to start her master's. it's been twelve years. she will die here.

BACKGROUND

BIRTH PLACE: eureka, ca

HOMETOWN: same

SOCIAL CLASS: middle

EDUCATION LEVEL: b.a. psychology, yale; masters in psychology from georgetown; quantico

FATHER: rick dorsey, 63, radio dj

MOTHER: ellen dorsey, 60, hair stylist

SIBLING(S): maggie, presumed dead; aaron, 27

BIRTH ORDER: oldest

CHILDREN: sweet jesus christ no.

PET: does her ficus count?

OTHER IMPORTANT RELATIVES: her grandmother; various aunts/uncles/cousins

RELATIONSHIP WITH FAMILY: like, she's got people but she's awful at keeping in touch. time flies and suddenly it's been a month since she called her mother. maggie, her sister, was her closet familial relationship - they were only a year apart in age. she disappeared when sarah was a sophomore at yale and was declared legally dead a year later, a fact sarah still can't really accept because it can't be as simple as that she disappeared, it just can't be.

PREVIOUS RELATIONSHIPS: like yeah but it's.....it's easier to say that it's been awhile.

CURRENT RELATIONSHIP: no.

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CCUPATION & INCOME

PRIMARY SOURCE OF INCOME: fbi agent

CONTENT WITH THEIR JOB?: 95% of the time. 5% of the time, someone's fucking with her stuff or she wants to live alone in a cabin somewhere where no one will fuck with her stuff.

PAST JOB(S): i mean, she's been in different departments but if it wasn't academic or babysitting, she's not done a whole lot.

SPENDING HABITS: reasonable - she spends a bit more on clothes than she'd like but she's tiny and she's gotta tailor a lot of pants.

SKILLS & ABILITIES

PHYSICAL STRENGTH: she's sturdy and can move because her job demands so but she's not pumping iron by any means.

SPEED: surprisingly fast - she sprinted in high school and college and can be hella quick.

INTELLIGENCE: yeah, little bit.

ACCURACY: dead on

AGILITY: p good

STAMINA: endless

TEAMWORK: good! she's not Fantastic at taking the lead and kind of has to be nudged into it when necessary. her voice shakes a little bit and it takes her a second but she is capable of leadership positions - she's just forgotten a tiny bit how to.

LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: fluently? english and spanish. not-so fluently would be arabic and mandarin. she also knows elvish but that's classified.

DRIVE?: legally, technically? sure and did happily until she moved to washington. one time on the beltway though and she refused to ever drive again.

JUMP-STAR A CAR?: nope

CHANGE A FLAT TIRE?: nope

RIDE A BICYCLE?: yes

SWIM?: yes

PLAY AN INSTRUMENT?: she grew up playing flute but fuck her if she knows where it is in the bottomless pit that is her apartment.

PLAY CHESS?: yes

BRAID HAIR?: yep

TIE A TIE?: yes

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS

FACE CLAIM: anna kendrick

EYE COLOR: blue

HAIR COLOR: brown

HAIR TYPE/STYLE: long, sort of wavy. she cuts it herself.

GLASSES/CONTACTS?: reading glasses

DOMINANT HAND: left

HEIGHT: 5'2

BUILD: petite. bird shoulders, just negative shoulders.

EXERCISE HABITS: three times a week, mostly just to make sure she can pass the physical portion of her job.

SKIN TONE: fair

TATTOOS: nah

PIERCINGS: ears

MARKS/SCARS: freckled in the summer, a crescent moon on her left knee from a massive bike wipeout when she was a kid. she saw BONE.

NOTABLE FEATURES: sharp chin, expressive face. she's not good at hiding her emotions at all.

USUAL EXPRESSION: the opposite of a poker face. catch peter looking stoic af and sarah like o.O

CLOTHING STYLE: suits and blazers and professional lady things for work. leggings and a giant shirt otherwise. comfort is key.

JEWELRY: a watch is about it.

ALLERGIES: almonds

DIET: reasonable, prone to eating many snacks instead of eating an actual meal.

PSYCHOLOGY

MORAL ALIGNMENT: chaotic good

TEMPERAMENT: melancholic

MBTI: INFP

MENTAL CONDITIONS/DISORDERS: like a sprinkle of ocd. she's not crazy, contrary to popular belief.

SOCIABILITY: introvert

EMOTIONAL STABILITY: she gets in her feelings real quick.

PHOBIA(S): drowning and horses

ADDICTION(S): nah

DRUG USE: ehhhh nah

ALCOHOL USE: sure

PRONE TO VIOLENCE?: not at all - she really doesn’t like that she has to carry a gun.

MANNERISMS

SPEECH STYLE: bubbly, a little higher than she'd like naturally. she lowers it a dab when speaking to people she needs to impress.

ACCENT: not really?

HOBBIES: research can be a hobby.

NERVOUS TICKS: oh boy. A Lot. she's always fussing with her fingernails and tugging at her cuffs. she wrinkles her nose a lot while thinking and needs to have a snack on her at all times.

DRIVES/MOTIVATIONS: The Truth.

POSITIVE TRAITS: open minded, caring, creative, organized, generous,

NEGATIVE TRAITS: impractical, suspicious, stubborn, easily stressed, obsessive

SENSE OF HUMOR: sly - little sarcastic. she’ll drag a bitch for a country mile.

DO THEY CURSE OFTEN?: when she probably shouldn't

FAVORITES

ACTIVITY: going to the movies, google spirals

ANIMAL: foxes

BEVERAGE: coffee

BOOK: a people's history of the united states, anything that involves a lot of lists of things. mostly lord of the rings. it's her life's blood.

MOVIE: lord of the rings, extended editions only.

COLOR: green

FOOD: cereal

FLOWER: daisies

GEM: diamond

HOLIDAY: halloween

MODE OF TRANSPORTATION: being driven

MUSICAL ARTIST: ehhh whatever and whoever is okay fine - music's kind of background noise and she'd rather a movie.

SONG: eh.

SCENERY: a well organized bulletin board

SCENT: books

SPORT: surprisingly into basketball - she likes numbers and data.

SPORTS TEAM: whoever the underdog is

TELEVISION SHOW: nope. movie.

WEATHER: winter just because

VACATION DESTINATION: that assumes she doesn't have to be forcibly removed from her office for any kind of time off.

ATTITUDES

GREATEST DREAM: finding her sister, proving the existence of aliens, being responsible enough to get a cat.

GREATEST FEAR: that her sister really isn't out there somewhere

MOST AT EASE WHEN: when she's being heard and understood; watching lord of the rings

LEAST AT EASE WHEN: she really doesn't like being called spooky sarah at all. she can be very self conscious at times.

BIGGEST ACHIEVEMENT: her degrees - she's very proud of her academic career and now and then wishes she hadn't heard the song of justice and the bureau.

BIGGEST REGRET: the bureau, once in awhile.

TOP PRIORITIES: truth, justice, and cleaning her bathroom.

[southparkgodfather]

Gregory Application

1) Mun information:

Name/Nickname: Moon

Preferred pronouns: she/her

Age: 21

Timezones: EST

2) Muse information

Name: Gregory Fields (of Yardale)

Mob Alias: 

Age: 20

Birthday: April 16th

Height: 5'7"

Mafia: Bratva

Appearance: He dresses mostly in suits, usually an orange button up with a black coat, pants, and tie (with white/silver stripes). He has short blond hair with a gentle curl (the part of his appearance he takes the most pride in) and his eyes are a deep blue. He has a thick chin and a smooth British accent. 

Occupation: To the outside world, he works as a theater critic, which is great considering he goes to all the shows. His true passion is entertainment. In the mob, his specialty (outside of being the boss) is planning and strategy. He wants to train more members inside the mob to improve their strategical moves, but he’s very choosy on who he teaches, considering he doesn’t want to be overthrown.

Backstory: Gregory’s family moved to the Americas in the early 1900s, so he mostly grew up in America. His British accent is still very thick, but he is familiar with both cultures. As a young boy (and even as an adult), he was highly observant and noticed mob activity while working as a paper boy. He was accidentally watching a few drugs being smuggled in an alleyway and was quickly thrown into work. As the years passed, he became a more active member and, after pointing out to the big boss of the Bratva at the time that his plan was missing a few details, he was instantly placed even higher. And now, he holds the boss position and although he doesn’t do much field work anymore, he is always open to undercover work if he feels someone isn’t doing their job right.

3) Headcanons:

-he goes to musicals, plays, and recitals quite often, a man of the theater

-he keeps a gun with him at all times, just in case he’s ever discovered or set up by someone

-even though he’s the leader, he is very open to suggestions; he normally will just do whatever he wants, but he prefers having people to bounce ideas off to

-he doesn’t like seeing any of his employees mistreated as well as any “merchandise”; if anyone harms anyone else without his orders, it will be grounds for serious punishment

-the idea of gay culture at this time, is barely acknowledged, but Gregory will flirt with ANYTHING that moves. He’s a true romantic if you catch his eye, but he’s not above charming people in order to get information or their cooperation. It’s not enough to get him in any sort of trouble, but he is technically pansexual, even though he doesn’t call his attraction any label.

4) Sample Paragraph

Gregory put his feet up on the desk, rifling through file after file. There was that factory…that storage unit… “Ugh…” he rubbed at his eyelids, trying to stay awake. It was at least one in the morning by now. Could Gregory be a workaholic? Hell yes. He was getting stiff just sitting here, staring at the black and white paper. He needed to get up.

He thumped the stack onto the desk, standing up out of his nice red, leather chair. He walked over to his Victrola, starting it up and soon music filled his lonely office. He slowly moved his body to the music, taking off his black coat and laying it on the chair. He began to sing along with the recording, his voice smooth and talented (if only he’d had the chance to audition before the mob), “It had to be you…, it had to be you…I wandered around and finally found, that somebody who…could make me be true…could make me feel blue…and even be glad just to be sad, thinking of you…"

Accepted