If you are not Adapa (Lost Memories) or I, then don’t post! Easy as that, haha.

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Info

Basically, the poorer you go, the less futuristic and the richer you go, the more futuristic, but overall the architecture and stuff still tends to be at least a bit medieval. And yes, there are powers in this world, people are born with them and can sometimes have several.

Anyways- Everyone has a visor that allows the government to basically know everything about the person and spy on them. Only the rich are able to buy ones that don't do that.

Visors keep people focused on their jobs and also serves as a way for people to evaluate each other and see what rank they are in society by a color and use/abuse/do whatever with them if they are the lowest rank or the opposite if they are of a higher rank. So to reinstate rich people do still have to have the visors, they can just have ones that don't spy on them.

Anyways, usually visors let people do certain things that help with their jobs. Like a medic's visor might point out someone's injuries and what treatment is needed.

Not having a visor and being of a lower rank can lead to being arrested, so those in the rebellion smash theirs and create their own. Higher ranked people don't tend to be arrested immediately.

Visors can also turn off the spying system in other visors as long as that visors' rank is lower.

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Rebellion has to work with the arena and that’s why Aries and Simon are there. Rebellion has to work with Briar’s gang, very loose. Rebellion has to work with Gorōta’s gang, also very loose.

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Irfam and Revan are both already in the group, just very much different sides of it. Like, Revan's keeping things from getting out to the public and Irfam's over here just doing his job but for the rebellion too now. Making weapons (some of mass destruction).

Garvin's pretty easy, if you offer him food then he's bound to show up. Aries would've joined due to the arena getting involved. Which is kind of due to Simon, who was sent by the arena to scout the rebellion out.

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Akira's been against the government forever because of the home situation, so joining an actual rebellion was a no-brainer (plus, they've got food, so-), I'd say they're already in it. Nico would be relatively easy to get in too, they've been on the not-great side of society since they were born, and Adiar's probably all for it, so, if nothing else, they probably just followed their toxic boyfriend in

Sol... Probably followed Kano? Maybe?

I mean, he's honestly kind of a wild card at this point in time, so they're probably not even really aware of what the fuck he's actually getting into.

Karma and Kostas are easy. Karma says fuck the government and Kos follows because 1, yeah, fuck the government, and, 2, if he doesn't follow, Karma's just gonna die somehow, so-

Ingall's the only one who's harder to gauge. In all honesty, he'd probably join just for the sake of Maya's memory, a kind of mini revenge on everyone who fucked her over in life. Oh, and, actually, the rebellion is probably a good hide-out spot to get away from Amar, so, there's that.

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Revan joined due to Monta, and has stayed even as his life got even worse. He probably works with Promachus a bit to keep the rebellion under the radar. Not to mention the information he can get as a higher member of society.

Irfam and Alvis probably joined a long time ago, but after The Collapse, well, I mean- Alvis was dead and Irfam was not doing well at all. If I had to guess, he didn't show up for a while again but eventually did at around the same time he started to try and work on AI Child again. That being said, very much wasn't consistent with it until Promachus joined too and then Promachus was able to keep him coming a bit more consistently. Of course, at this point, he's very unstable, so... There's that.

I can totally see Mergen and Garvin joining together, not sure which would be first though. Garvin probably heard about the rebellion first and ended up telling Mergen about it, since those two knowing each other kind of makes sense, and then Mergen basically said that they might as well check it out because why not and then they ended up staying.

Gorōta probably joined because of his group. There's a few of them that totally would've joined and tried to get Gorōta to join too. Like Daiji, who probably would've brought both Hanu and Gorōta to try and stop some of the abuse going on in the group.

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The government is ruled by a king or queen and their advisors/generals/something. But ultimately the king/queen.

Rebellion aiming for the visor’s specific link that one of the advisors/generals are in charge of watching/controlling and whatnot.

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Rebellion base is in plain sight in a somewhat larger building (though still smaller than if they were out of the city), we'll still need a sleeping area and someplace to eat, so maybe an underground area would be best for that, then the upper floor could be a meeting area with a back room that holds a bunch of weapons and stuff.

Alright, so let's say there's around 16 smaller rooms for now then, that way we've got some extra room that we can say other rebellion members are staying in as well, and we can adjust as needed. That would mean 6 rooms on either side of the hall (and the hall leads to a more open eating area or something?).

Current Roommates!!

Karma and Kostas.

Ingall and Simon.

Sol and Kano.

Gorōta and Hanu.

Garvin and Akira.

NPC Powers

Cenric Negash - Ignorance

Daiji Oryam - Electricity

Egiz Tam - Gnostic Touch

Fumiyo Tam - Beacon (able to find people)

Hanu Sudaysi - Shadow Manipulation

Iona Taraka - Force Shields/Shield Conjuration & Enhanced Reflexes

Jaspal Ulkan - Weapon Conjuration

Khom Varag - Portals

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Troy Giano - Emotion Manipulation

(Dead) Smith Marshal - Illusions

Derrick Reynold - Sleep Inducement

Quincy Jordan - Pyrokinesis

(Dead) Jakob Tengil - Distort

Emeria Swami - Enhanced Senses

Achaia Timarche - Density Manipulation

Moacir Abesh - Obey (can impose his will onto people, basically)

(Dead) Chile Seymour - Reindeer Shifter

Clio Seymour - Mediumship and Borrow (this one only works on the dead, and she can borrow their abilities)

The Doctor - Surgery (allows him to know where one's vital organs/prominent veins and arteries are, know how one might react to different drugs/chemicals) and Medical Alterations (He can even alter someone's physiology and/or psychology.) and Medical Tools (Or summon small medical tools, like scalpels or syringes, that he can then change the size of.)

The Boss - Percentages (helps him guess the most possible outcomes for different choices/situations)

(Dead) Stamatios - Stop (he can stop people from moving so long as he's actively trying to do so)

Tyrgrim - Enhanced Strength. (literally just that, dude got the lamest thing ever but wow does he use it to its fullest advantage)

Gunnr - Weapon Knowledge (able to use any weapon expertly)

Anna - Burning Flame (able to create fire and manipulate it but it will still burn her)

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Therin Sullivan - Lie Detection

Fredenand Kassierer - Stabilize (basically makes him immune to Garvin's ability haha)

Clancy Lawson - Danger Intuition

Jamyron Sullivan - Psychic Shield (can't be mind controlled)

Devery Martin - Flatten

Giles Howard Grimwald - Satyr and Distance (allows him to distance himself and/or others from their emotions and/or bodies)

Jusepe Perez - Counterfeit (he can immediately tell when something is fake or real and can make things look more fake/real)

Kody Barnes - Bovine Shifter and Feverish Input (he can make people believe things that abide by fever dream logic whenever they're already toeing that line or as long as he can make it seem believable or keep up the lie/logic/facade/whatever you want to call it)

Lucia Zay Talor - Whisperer (as long as her words at clearly directed at someone, human or animal, they’ll understand what she’s saying and vice versa)

Andi Placentius - Weakness (he knows, instinctively, what weaknesses are and how to exploit them, that and he can impose physical weakness on people too) and Passion (he can manipulate how passionate, emotionally and/or physically, someone is about something/someone to rather severe levels)

(Dead) Orfeo Gallus - Bard (he was basically a bard. that’s about all)

(Dead) Melody Oliveira - Muse (she could implant ideas into the minds of others, basically)

Fintan Liekki Conley - Match (he can create a small spark or flame at his fingertips, that’s about it though)

Viik Ignazio Fiachra - Conspiracy (this has two parts to it. 1, they can manipulate feelings of suspicion. 2, they can speak to ravens and see out of their eyes, hear from their ears, basically like a hive mind with ravens)

(Dead) Kenneth Hisse - Admiral (he can manipulate how much respect people hold for him, how much esteem they hold him to, and just manipulate how much authority people perceive him to have)

(Dead) Yari Dinero - Barter (he can, usually, heckle and bargain anything without much pushback, how exactly the power works is left unknown)

Panu Cibor - Traverse (usually, how the power seemed to work, was that he just automatically knows the layout of any area he’s in)

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Promachus Valiant - Strategize & Alter Gravity

Raphael Hariph - Diagnosis and Blood Transfusion

(Dead) Alvis Rostevan - Life Force Manipulation & Energy Implementation

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Nashi Bravo - Self-preservation (With this, Nashi can completely shut down all of her emotions as well as put up physical protection. So, similar to boomerang, but less destructive.)

Gomi Bravo - Collect (When using this power, Gomi can call specific items to him, though usually only smaller items)

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(Dead) Kyrie Osborne - Heart/Soul (Aura reading and shifting, absorbant of others emotions)

Ometz Osborne - Body (Enhanced senses, quicker reflexes, stronger than average. Downplayed/lessened empathy, heightened anger)

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(Dead) Aurora Cosmos - Musical Knowledge

Jade Katz - Color Shifter (He can change the way colors are perceived)

Dakota Treyford - Plant Manipulation

(Dead) Peyton Godfrey - Prehensile Hair

(Dead) Jayden Cherith - Liquefier (He can turn any object he touches into liquid.)

Indigo Knight - Multiply (They can multiply themselves temporarily)

Rockwell Zibia - Solidify (The opposite of Jayden's power, he can turn any liquid into a solid)

(Dead) Neva Silvius - Mindful Protection (protected against mental powers)

Matson Furi - Burst of Rage (The Hulk, basically. Minus the turning green part.)

(Dead) Rowan Damaris - Flower (They can grow flowers and herbs from nowhere. They can also release a calming scent that can put people to sleep and, over time, heal wounds)

Adiar Sierra - Invulnerability (resistant to physical damage)

River Amana - Light Manipulation

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Knox Sallow - Hide (Simply allows him to blend into his surroundings. Chamelion, basically)

(Dead) Cam Loughty - Energy Surge (Well, he never gets tired and can pass his energy to others in short bursts, lasting anywhere from 5 minutes to 3 hours)

Marco and Lilac Butcher - Twin Telaphathy (They can communicate with each other, even when apart, however, when they are touching, they can fully channel each other's energy while also being able to see and hear twice as much as an average human. This includes seeing things behind them. Think of aerial vision.)

Viar - Sleep Paralysis (Well, yeah. Sleep paralysis. But it works when people are awake too. Fun :) )

(Dead) Moiraine Yu - Distract. With this, Moiraine is able to draw people's attention away from themselves or other people with a type of mental magic. This distraction can last anywhere between a few minutes to an hour, but Moiraine has to keep that person in their line of sight for it to keep it in effect

Destry King - Dimensional Storage. The ability to store items within another dimension and then call them back at will.

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(Dead) Sigrid Featherlight - Curiosity (Actively peaks other's interest in whatever Sigrid is talking about, inviting them to join in the discussion and share their thoughts)

(Dead) Kale Featherlight - Speak (Forces people to speak what they're thinking through mental pressure)

(Dead) Irene Featherlight - Aim (Simple, allows Irene perfect aim all the time)

Amar Coldblood - Silence

(Dead) Maya Eniko - Blissful Dreams

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Elio Tovio - Eagle Eye (Basically allows Elio to see all of his surroundings at all times)

Romilly Tovio - Freezing Glare (Upon meeting someone's gaze, she can freeze them in place. This stays active until that person is hit, shoved, or Romilly actively releases them)

Kumi Garcia - Emotional Entrapment

Everett Elsher - Avian Shifter

Leo Della - Thermokinesis

(Dead) Amie Aveline - Create

Ava Millar - Crystal

Howard Braneby - Intimidate

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Eclipse Clie - Spiritual Energy (This basically allows Eclipse to detect spirit energy. Both in the living and the dead. Not nearly as interactive as Sol's power, it just lets him see where the living and dead are located.)

(Dead) Estelle Clie - Numbered Days (This power acted very much as both a blessing and a curse for Estelle. It allowed her to see how many days those around her had left to live. She never said anything to anyone, and she kept her secrets even until the day she died.)

(Dead) Harper Clie - Secrets (Basically allowed him to pick up on unspoken things in those around him, as well as keep his own secrets better than most)

Kano Bardot - Poet's Word (This basically lets Kano twist his words in an intentionally confusing way in order to disorientate those they're working against. It also may allow him to do the opposite and offer a moment of clarity for certain people.)

Masterlist

(Name | Gender | Age | Blood Type | Sexuality | Mono/Ambi/Poly | Abilities | Pack)

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Akira ‘Kira’ Casimir Toivo | NB | 21 | B- | Demi-Omni | Ambi | Strategize | Adapa

Ingall ‘Angel’ Dara Featherlight | Male | 22 | B- | Demi-Pan | Ambi | Enticing Voice | Adapa

Sol ‘Sunny’ Loyal Clie | Genderfluid | 28 | A- | Demi-Andro | Ambi | Astral Projection | Adapa

Kostas ‘Kos’ Osborne | Male | 25 | A+ | Ace-Pan | Ambi | Mind | Adapa

Briar ‘Bri’ Sallow | NB | 22 | AB+ | Min | Poly | Illusions-Mimic | Adapa

Karma ‘Kam’ Bravo | NB | 24 | AB- | Pan | Ambi | Boomerang | Adapa

Nico ‘Niki’ Cosmos | Agender | 24 | O- | Queer | Ambi | Sound Manipulation | Adapa

Garvin | Male | N/A (25) | N/A | Brin | Ambi | Catecholamine Rush-Envious Typhokinesis | Socrates

Revan ‘Rev’ Rafe-Hassen Rowland | Male | 24 | B- | Queer | Ambi | Luck Manipulation | Socrates

Irfam ‘Ellie’ Oryam Ellery | Male (for now) | 28 | O- | Apothi-Apres-Demi | Ambi | Power Blueprint-Unexpected Success-Fire Walls | Socrates

Mergen ‘Merge’ Rigmor | Staticgender | 23 | A- | Andro-Recipo | Mono | Hypnotic Willpower | Socrates

Gorōta ‘Rotor’ Sanae Ryuugo | Male | 22 | O+ | Demi | Ambi | Healing | Socrates

Simon ‘Cye’ Omiros Stewart | Male | 25 | A+ | Ace-Recipo | Ambi | Deceit | Socrates

Gunnar ‘Khorne’ Tyrgrim Cattell/Gwyar ‘Aries’ Ariethous Fraoch | Male | 23 | O- (changes) | Demi | Ambi | Blood Manipulation | Socrates

Character Sheet

(* means Optional, Affiliations will probably just be in Discussion as per usual haha)

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Name;

*Name Meaning:

*Shortened Name;

*Nickname(s);

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Gender;

Sexuality;

Mono/Ambi/Poly;

Age;

*Birthday:

*Blood Type;

Alignment;

Abilities;

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*Cybernetic Parts;

Appearance;

*Attire:

*Jewelry/Accessories:

*Voice;

*Handwriting;

Left/Right/Ambidextrous;

*Posture:

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Personality;

*Likes;

*Dislikes;

Strengths;

Weaknesses;

*Fears/Phobias;

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Physical Health;

*Immune System;

Mental Health;

*Allergies;

*Addictions;

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*Lover(s):

*Crush(es):

*Ex(es):

*Significant Other(s):

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*Trivia:

*Themesong(s):

*Other:

|~| Garvin |~|

Name: Garvin.

Name Meaning:

Garvin; “Rough, Rugged, Rough/Cruel Fate, Spear-Friend”.

Nickname(s): Anything you can think of! Please do, he loves nicknames. So much easier to remember compared to names. No one is safe from nicknames around him.

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Gender; Male.

Sexuality; Brinsexual.

Poly/Ambi/Mono; Ambi.

Age: As if he knows. He just knows he was ~5-7 when the orphanage had enough of him and he’s been out for ~2 decades(16-20 years). So like, at least 21, probably older though. (25).

Birthday: All he knows is it’s in July. Which is why he hates that month.

Alignment; Chaotic Neutral!

Blood Type; He doesn’t actually know what his blood type is.

Abilities;

Catecholamine Rush.

He can cause Cortisol, Noradrenaline, Dopamine, and Adrenaline(either in combinations, separately, or all at once) to be boosted by making someone(or himself) use their natural supply up faster/more of it and his ability creates an artificial version of whichever one(s) are completely out that is easier to get addicted to the feeling of. He has to do something that would trigger natural production of whichever ones he’s trying to use before he can use his ability.

Envious Typhokinesis.

He can manipulate pre-existing smoke. When he does, the smoke turns into a dark orange-red color. This smoke can become varying degrees of solid based off of what Garvin wants to do with it. More so, he can control when he’s manipulating smoke most of the time though it can also be set off by emotions. Namely, envy.

Both of his abilities are also able to feed off of each other as well.

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Appearance;

Credit to @lof@[email protected]

Garvin stands tall at a haunting 6’ 5”, usually hunched to a 6’ 3”. His skin tone is a pale fair color(a bit more on the tanned side though, given how much time he’s spent in the sun) with cool undertones(mostly greener ones due to his terrible habits), only adding to how pale he is. He has freckles practically everywhere on his body. Quite honestly, his skin and hair have a layer of dirt and grime that he’s sure wouldn’t leave even if he washed and washed.

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Garvin has a rather oval face shape, meaning he has a smaller forehead and a smaller chin, but the middle of his face is wider, the whole thing on the longer side. His cheeks are rather gaunt despite it. Now for the nose, something that Garvin rather likes, he has a hawk shaped nose, meaning it starts off the same way a ‘normal’ nose would, and then goes off the deep end at a slight angle, the tip of it a bit lower than the nasals. His lips are thinner in shape, and smirks his most often seen expression. Well, those and his signature Garvin grin.

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His eyebrows are rather thin. Despite them being thin and rather straight, they have a slight bush to them towards the end which gives them the illusion of an arrow pointing. Finally, his eyes with deep, heavy eye bags underneath them and usually bloodshot, (and whether that be from lack of sleep or his unhealthy habits, is unclear) are a deepset hooded shape and dark gray in color, which he is glad for. Because if he had green eyes with his freckles and red hair, he’d certainly huff and puff unhappily(sarcastically, of course). His face is framed by unruly and wavy, almost to the point of curly, (2C to 3B) red hair. Firey in color, though more on the gray side of the red hair spectrum, that is most oftenly messy and in his face, the tips of all of it going just below the ears in length, the back going down to the nape of his neck.

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His body structure could quickly be described as rectangular, a long torso matched with long legs, everything about him screams lanky. Especially when taking into consideration the fact that this man only weighs in at around 125 lbs, his BMI at 14.82 and being underweight by 31 pounds. Most surprising about his weight, is that most of what he does have is muscle, otherwise he'd probably be way more underweight than he already is. When it comes to body hair, Garvin doesn’t have an insane amount- Just about average for his age and circumstances, honestly. He also has a few tattoos of vines that go across his knuckles.

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As for scars, he possesses many. From scars on his back and shoulders that look like they’re from whipping, to burn scars on his legs and arms, to cuts on his arms, to a singular one that looks like a slash across his neck, to scars that make it seem like skin had peeled off his arms, to a scattering of small scars at his jawline, eyebrows, and nose. He’s covered in scars. His left hand has a small scar of a cut across his palm. And both hands have tiny scars all over, which are both just extremely calloused too. His wrists both have scars circling them. He has quite a few cigarette burn scars on his arms and shoulders. He also has random scars of varying sizes all over from various things.

Attire:

He’s usually wearing a red and black flannel that’s a bit torn up, stained, and burnt. Some of the tears have patches, but there’s still a few that don't. He never buttons it up all the way, especially since some of the buttons are missing or broken or hanging on by a thread. Under that, he usually wears a short sleeve white shirt. Luckily enough, this shirt doesn’t have any tears in it. It does have a few old stains and burn marks though.

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His pants tend to be ripped, baggy black pants that have quite a few patches. Somehow, he’s kept most of the pockets free from tears and holes. As for shoes, they most often end up as black work boots with buckles, some of the buckles on his left are broken, and one on the right is as well. He also wears a dark gray trench coat most of the time, with a few old stains and tears, mostly notably the bottom right corner of it has a rather large portion burnt off. But nothing brings in attention much like the tombstone patch he’s got on the back of it. It’s large, blank, and corroding. He absolutely refuses to wear any jacket that doesn’t have it on there. He’ll put it there himself if he has to.

Jewelry/Accessories:

And when it comes to accessories? Fingerless gloves made of gauze that he’s wrapped around his palms and up to his elbow, several rings(all bands) that he wears on whichever finger he ends up putting them on that morning.

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And then there’s piercings. He has a nose piercing(nasallang piercing), a few different ear piercings; multiple lobe ones(both ears; 5 left and 4 right), a helix piercing(left ear), a tragus piercing(both ears), a flat piercing(both ears; 2 left and 1 right), a lobe piercings(both ears), and an industrial piercing(right ear). Lastly, he also has a mouth piercing, a spider/viper bite piercing.

Voice;

Out of the different types of voices, he’s a Spinto Tenor. As for a more detailed description… His voice is on the higher but deeper end of the spectrum. It’s gravelly and smooth. It used to be higher pitched and smooth, but given everything, it’s become deeper and gravelly; scratchy. It’s still higher pitched, just more rough sounding. Screechy wouldn’t be a good way to describe it, but if it was the only way to describe how raw his voice is, then it would have to work. His voice sounds hoarse, raw, and raspy, to put simply. He also doesn’t tend to put too much effort into dictation, so a lot of his words end up sounding a lot less clear than they should be.

Handwriting; Garvin’s penmanship, quite frankly- Is terrible. It’s barely legible, even to him. But that’s when he writes fast and for long periods, if he’s writing something slower or something short then it’s a bit better. Still not the best, but it’s definitely more legible, at least. And that’s not even mentioning the spelling! He sticks to smaller words, because he can’t really spell. Or really read either.

Left/Right/Ambidextrous; Ambidextrous.

Posture:

Garvin’s posture is tense, but relaxed. He’s practically always at least slightly hunched, though his shoulders are usually tensed. His entire posture really just screams that he’s comfortable and relaxed to anyone that only gives him a glance. Anyone who looks on longer though can see the slightest tenses that say that he’s alert, that he’s still watching people and is prepared for any oncoming attacks. Usually though, nobody really notices the signs of being alert and simply thinks that he’s a relaxed kind of guy.

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Personality:

To say that Garvin is a generous and modest person would be like trying to say that a sydney funnel-web spider is a harmless spider. Because in all actuality, Garvin is arrogant and prideful, not to mention extremely greedy and selfish. Though this may come from the fact that he grew up on the streets, so to be fair, most of his boasts are well deserved. Regardless, he still has a huge ego that can and will intimidate opponents. Not to mention his sharp tongue that’ll spit insults like there’s no tomorrow.

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Despite his arrogance and sharp tongue, even despite his greed, when faced with kindness, this man immediately becomes awkward and confused. Stammering and eyes darting with suspicion as though he genuinely believes that no one could possibly be kind without any ulterior motives. He also is quite reckless, often getting into trouble with either authority or fellow people. Many times because of his own lies collapsing on himself.

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If you manage to become his friend, well, first off, good job. And second, you will find quickly that he’d much rather him die than them, though this may also be because of his nihilistic nature. Nevertheless, he’s still a great friend. Someone’s being mean to you? He’ll probably have a few words for them. Would he actually fight someone though... Not unless the other started it or if he was just that mad, he prefers to keep violence as a last resort. Though he’ll gladly carve into the school walls for his friends, sometimes quite literally.

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Food and money is the way to the guy’s heart, apparently. Though he’s a hopeless romantic in all actuality, just the thought of someone that doesn’t care how he is, just the thought of being able to be himself is something he dwells on for long periods of time. And this is probably due to how fake he acts, always loud and arrogant, always showing off and getting into trouble... But never actually being him. The insecure and nihilistic boy that doesn’t understand why no one ever wanted him.

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Despite his obvious ego and nihilistic views, he absolutely fears being forgotten by the people he cares about. Not only does he fear it though, he expects it to happen. If he were to talk to someone about it, he’d talk about it as if he’s accepted the fact. But he’s terrified of it nonetheless, he doesn’t want it to happen, he just knows it most likely will.

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He’s also someone that tries to trick himself into believing that he’s fine. He’s someone that tries to be an optimist in front of others but always ends up being a pessimist literally anywhere else.

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Despite the fact that he lies… A lot… He values honesty from others. Especially from those he considers friends. It doesn’t mean that he’ll be honest with them, but it does mean that if they know something or learn something that concerns him in any way. That’s his business in any way. He doesn’t want to be kept in the dark.

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He tends to show himself as a confident, talkative prick; as mentioned in the first paragraph. As you probably have realized though, this is false. This is nowhere near to the truth. Now, you may remember me mentioning insecurities. And this is where I shall explain those and how they manifest.

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The first(and biggest) insecurity is that he is going to die and no one will even notice, and that no one will even care if they do. This is connected to that deep rooted fear that I mentioned earlier. Just like the fear, he’s accepted that he will die someday, and that when that day comes… No one will notice, no one will care, no one will cry or shout or deny. It will happen and there will be no consequences to it at all. He tries to not let himself think about it too much.

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The second insecurity, and one that plays into the first one, is that no one wants his company more so that they want him to do something that needs to be done for them. Something that he’s noticed in the past is that as soon as he’s done with a job or favor or promise, the person immediately drops all contact with him. So trust and actual deep connections with people are not something he has.

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The third insecurity I’ll be explaining is the last one(Well, it’s not his last one, it’s just the last one I’ll be talking about.) He knows he seems talkative and loud most of the time, and he knows that that’s what people expect of him. And he thinks that since that’s what people expect of him, that that’s what people want from him whenever they hang out with him or talk to him.

Likes: Sleeping/Napping, Winning, Jokes, Music, Money, Nicknames, and Food(If only there was a love category).

Dislikes: Large Crowds, Stuck-ups, Small/Enclosed Spaces, Being Completely/Utterly Alone, Entitled/Rich People, Going Hungry, and Losing.

Strengths: Aim, Playing 12-String Banjo, Parkour, Stamina, Lying, Stealing, Flexible, and Observant.

Weaknesses: Paranoid, Alcoholic, Swimming(He can’t), Nihilistic, Awkward, Insecure, Addictive Smoker, and A Bit Selfish.

Fears: Well, as much as he says that he’s afraid of nothing- He’s probably afraid of deep water(Mild to Severe Thalassophobia), or dying. Or, well, not dying in and of itself, he’s had enough near death experiences to prove that. But he is afraid of what he knows will happen when he’s dead, which is him fading away into nothingness to never be remembered. Oh, and emotional intimacy. Also just Mild to Severe Claustrophobia. Mild to Severe Cleithrophobia.

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Physical Health: A cough that probably won’t ever go away. It’s more of a minor annoyance to him nowadays, if not even just slightly amusing. Other than that, he’s probably severely malnourished.

Immune System: Finally! Something good! His immune system is great. Probably because of the rats and birds he’s had to eat. When he does get sick though, it’s either just a mild inconvenience or it’s really bad. There’s no in between.

Mental Health: Probably a lot of stuff that Garvin doesn’t care to know.

Allergies: Thankfully, none.

Addictions: Can we just say everything and leave it at that?

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Lover(s): Nope.

Crush(es): Nope.

Ex(es): Plenty of flings, if those count. Other than that, none that actually matter.

Significant Other(s): Nope.

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Trivia:

If he could afford it, he’d have even more piercings and tattoos. But he can’t, so he’s settled on being fine with what he does have. Same for a new 12-string banjo since he sold his old one years ago, if we’re being honest. But as of now, he’s more concerned with staying alive.

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He carries a swiss knife on his person at all times, given you never know when you’d need one- He says it’s quite nice to have it. It’s also quite nice to know what all is edible in an area, or at least edible enough to not die from eating it and to stave off starvation for as long as possible. In his own humble opinion, of course.

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Despite being a liar and a thief, he tries his best to keep promises. He hates promising or swearing that he’ll do something and then not doing it. It honestly gets on his nerves when he has to do so.

--

He recommends to everyone not to eat a dead, unwashed, uncooked bird that’s been lying on the ground for days unless they have to. Same for a raw, dead rat that’s soaking wet from rain.

--

Garvin has a certain grin he does a lot, one where you can never be sure if it’s genuine or not. It doesn’t normally matter how good at face reading someone is, even some of the best gamblers he’d met hadn’t been able to tell. But everybody knows it’s basically his signature, you see it and know it’s him immediately. Doesn’t matter how long you’d known him, it’s almost for certain you know the grin.

--

Garvin has a persistent cough that won’t leave, which he’s had for over a decade now. He’s gotten used to it, and it’s more of a slight annoyance than anything else. As for anything mental? Nothing that’s been diagnosed, since he doesn’t have the time nor money for something like that in his opinion. But his mental state is nowhere near stable, if we’re being honest. Trust issues, self-depreciation, insecurities that run so deep at this point that he doesn’t even realize he has them until someone pokes a sensitive area, touch starved, an apathy that he deals with by getting into even more trouble than he already did before, tension in his shoulders and back from needing to stay alert more than most, insomnia and near constant exhaustion for the same reason… Honestly, he’s a mess. A functional mess, sure, but still a mess.

Themesong(s):

Virtual Reality by rey.

Far From Home by Sam Tinnesz.

16 Shots by Stefflon Don.

Oblivion by Dirty Palm.

Why Worry by Set It Off.

Little Poor Me by Layto.

Killer by The Ready Set.

I Don’t Exist by Olivia O’Brien.

Save Me by Shinedown.

Middle Finger by Bohnes.

Everybody Gets High by MISSIO.

Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths.

Drunk by The Living Tombstone.

My Ordinary Life by The Living Tombstone.

People I Don’t Like by UPSAHL.

Drugs by UPSAHL.

i’m so sick of this by guccihighwaters.

i hate me too by guccihighwaters.

i’m gonna fade away by guccihighwaters.

Hate by Crywank.

It’s OK I Wouldn’t Remember Me Either by Crywank.

Fallohides by We The Heathens.

Neurotic Decay by We The Heathens.

Fucked Drunk Life by We The Heathens.

The Entertainment’s Here by AJR.

Break My Face by AJR.

Let the Games Begin by AJR.

100 Bad Days by AJR.

Sober Up by AJR & Rivers Cuomo.

Weak by AJR.

FADE AWAY by XAM.

THE DEVIL by XAM.

DEFEATED by XAM & Two:22.

BAD THOUGHTS by XAM & Lil Yung Pharaoh.

GOODBYE by XAM & ohsobrkn.

Fuck It! by Days N Daze.

Misanthropic Drunken Loner by Days N Daze.

My Darling Dopamine by Days N Daze.

Saboteurs by Days N Daze.

Flurry Rush by Days N Daze.

Shitmachine! by Days N Daze.

Wholesale Failure by Days N Daze.

Same Shit by Days N Daze.

Fall Out by Days N Daze.

Call In the Coroner by Days N Daze.

Spilt Beer by Days N Daze.

Shit Luck by Days N Daze.

Nine on the Bortle by Days N Daze.

Post Party Depression by Days N Daze.

Now I by Days N Daze.

Self Destructive Anthem by Days N Daze & We The Heathens.

Goodbye Lulu by Days N Daze.

Goodbye Lulu Pt.2 by Days N Daze.

Self-Loathing by Days N Daze.

Lo Fi, One Mic (Cover) by Days N Daze.

Vent by Days N Daze

Comfort epershand Control by Days N Daze.

Addvice by Days N Daze.

Days N Daze of Our Lives by Days N Daze.

Little Blue Pills by Days N Daze.

Phony (English Version) by Will Stetson.

Unaware Drunkard (English Version) by Will Stetson.

Ghost by Confetti.

Alien Blues by Vundabar.

|~| Revan |~|

Name: Revan Rafe-Hassen Rowland.

Name Meaning:

Revan; “Revenge.”

Rafe; “Counsel, Advice, Wolf, to Heal.”

Hassen; “Handsome, Improver, Beautifier.”

Rowland; “Fame, Land, Brave.”

Shortened Name; Revan Rowland.

Nickname(s): Try it, I dare you.

/~/

Gender; Male.

Sexuality: Queer.

Mono/Poly/Ambi/None: Ambi.

Age; 24.

Birthday: January 20th.

Blood Type; B-.

Alignment; Lawful Neutral.

Abilities; Luck Manipulation.

/~/

Appearance;

Credit to @lof@[email protected]

Revan resides at a shorter height of 5’ 5”, though he looks 5’ 9” because of a simple thing called 4-inch heeled boots. His skin tone is ivory with yellowish undertones, which adds to his overall sicker look. He has quite a few freckles along his nose and cheeks, something he hates because they remind him of... A few things. His new tattoo of a crescent moon with a star hanging from the top of it is at their shoulder.

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Revan has a diamond face shape, meaning he has a smaller forehead and a smaller chin, and the middle of his face is wider, the whole thing on the longer side. His cheeks are rather sunken, and he gives no reason as to why, as if he just doesn’t even notice the fact. Now for the nose, something that he’s glad about is the fact that it is an aquiline shaped nose, meaning it's the stereotypical 'normal' nose. His lips are downturned thin in shape, making confident and sly smirks/grins his most often seen expression.

--

His eyebrows are rather thin, though with the slightest of arch’s. Finally his eyes, which he hates with a burning passion, are a deepset hooded in shape, with heavy bags underneath them that are hard to ignore given the circular glasses that he has to wear due to his terrible eyesight. He has heterochromia, with his left eye being amber and the right one being shades that make it look purple, though he’ll wear colored contacts to make them both seem amber in color. His face is framed by bleached blonde hair, though you can sometimes see black (and gray) roots coming up. The back of his hair is fluffier than the front by a long shot, and the tips of all of it go just below the ears in length, the back going down to the nape of his neck. It’s usually in his face, though it's not exactly messy hair of any kind... It's pretty professional-like, though with a slight unkempt aura around it, like he made it look like that without even watching or thinking about what he was doing, which is probably the case.

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His body structure could quickly be described as rectangular, a short torso matched with longer legs, everything about him screams lanky and maybe even bony. Especially when taking into consideration the fact that this man only weighs in at around 107 lbs, his BMI at 17.80 and being underweight by 5 pounds. He doesn’t even seem to notice the fact that he’s underweight, never giving an excuse and when he does it’s always work.

--

As for scars, he has one hidden within his hair and one at his stomach, both look years old though the stomach one does look older. He also has quite a few on his arms, though even the newest ones look to be a month or two old at this point.

Voice: Revan’s voice is near the middle when it comes to high or low, though teetering towards higher just slightly. His voice is smooth too, a practiced kind of smooth though, where it usually sounds monotonous and confident and deeper.

Handwriting: His handwriting isn’t terrible, in fact? It’s very effective. Most of the time, his handwriting is a readable print that doesn’t sway or slant or change over time. But if it’s something he doesn’t expect anyone but him to read or even see? It’s like a whole other person wrote it, and he’s been told it’s illegible multiple times.

Left/Right/Ambidextrous; Ambidextrous.

/~/

Personality:

He is a very serious person, practically refusing any and all emotional attachment. It's a fear of his, to lose someone close to him, the best way he seems to be able to not experience that is by not getting close to anyone. He's very antisocial and awkward, so don't expect too many big speeches. Though he is extremely intelligent when it comes to things like technology, math, science, and history. He will most likely end up rolling his eyes and scoffing at someone for getting a problem or equation or even, question, wrong. Even in day-to-day life with questions like, 'how do you spell something?'

--

He also has a lot of perseverance and cares for those he knows deeply, even if he won't admit it. He also seems to have quite the ego, though it's usually faked, and whenever it’s real, it’s shattered by the smallest mistake, or sometimes, even insult.

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He tries not to let things get to him, but he's quick to anger if someone he cares for does something extremely reckless and/or they could’ve died. He’s also loyal to a fault but if something almost happens to someone he knows/cares about, he’ll cut them off from his life, even going as far as to tell them not to contact/talk him ever again, right after getting onto them for doing whatever it was, it’s how he’s lost many friends.

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Other than that, he’s also an insomniac by choice, hating the nightmares that plague his sleep otherwise. The only time you’ll ever see him sleeping is if he passed out from exhaustion and you managed to find him wherever that happened to be at. Accompanying the insomnia, most notably, is probably the intense feelings of guilt that he tries to hide with his confident facade/front.

--

He has the tendency to put off his problems at any given time, trying to ignore them and just... Run from them... As quick as possible. He doesn't want to deal with them, doesn't want them, and doesn't feel like he should even have them. So he pushes them deep down and focuses on others problems' rather than his own. Of course, without them realizing that he’s focusing on them, obviously.

Likes: Technology, work, books, tea, coffee, researching, having his ego stroked, horses(will never admit it), solitude, and crowds.

Dislikes: Not having service, people thinking he’s dumb, people blaming him, losing people close to him, making mistakes/failure, having to do speeches, having nightmares, solitude, his mum/mentions of family, and crowds.

Strengths: Technology, Puzzles, Academic-like stuff, Lying/Keeping Secrets, Intelligence.

Weaknesses: Physical Strength, People, Socializing, Making Friends, Mourning.

Fears/Phobias: Having nightmares, mistakes/failure, being blamed, losing those he’s close to, getting close to people.

/~/

Physical Health; Extremely near-sighted. Also just deteriorating by the second.

Immune System; It’s terrible, put simply.

Mental Health; Again, it’s terrible. Depression, Insomnia, Anxiety, and C-PTSD.

Allergies; None.

Addictions; Coffee.

/~/

Lover(s): None.

Crush(es): None.

Ex(es): None other than Monta.

Significant Other(s): None.

/~/

Themesong(s):

Dollhouse by Melanie Martinez.

Run and Go by Twenty One Pilots.

Youth by Troye Sivan.

Stand Out Fit In by One OK Rock.

Castle by Halsey.

Born For This by The Score.

Shots by Imagine Dragon.

Bet My Life by Imagine Dragons.

Harder Better Faster Stronger by Daft Punk.

The Search by NF.

Polarize by Twenty One Pilots.

Message Man by Twenty One Pilots.

Heaven by Troye Sivan.

Pity Party by Melanie Martinez.

Migraine by Twenty One Pilots.

Outrunning Karma by Alec Benjamin.

I’ll Sleep When I’m Dead by Set It Off.

Come Hang Out by AJR.

Bang! by AJR.

Isolate by Sub Urban.

arrow by Half Alive.

Suicidal Thoughts by Josh A, iamjakehill.

Paper Crown by Alec Benjamin.

|~| Irfam |~|

Name; Irfam Oryam Ellery.

Name Meaning:

Irfam; “Knowledge, Awareness, Learning.”

Oryam; “Light, Sea.”

Ellery; “Cheerful.”

Shortened Name; Irfam.

Nickname(s); Whatever you can come up with.

/~/

Gender; Male. (Demi-Boy eventually, just so off the deep end that that’s kind of the last thing on his mind)

Sexuality; Apothi-Apresexual Demiromantic. It’s complicated, put simply. (Especially due to the hypersexuality he deals with while manic)

Mono/Ambi/Poly; Ambi, leans towards Poly.

Age; 28.

Birthday; March 19th.

Blood Type; O-.

Alignment; Chaotic Good.

Abilities;

Power Blueprint

Irfam has the ability to see someone’s ability in action and immediately have a mental blueprint for a way to simulate it. Whether that be through a weapon, implants, prosthetic limbs, armor, or some other type of tech/upgrade. Originally, these blueprints were solely mental. Nowadays, they can download the blueprints into their eye that projects blueprints holographically and use that.

--

Unexpected Success

In every situation he’s handed, he can choose to see what people expect will happen or that he’ll do and how they plan to counter it. Along with this, he can see what they would be totally unprepared for with the highest chance of success in his favor, along with how to execute it properly.

--

Fire Walls

Any ability that has to do with the brain, heart, or soul cannot get through without either their permission or hacking in. Permissions best, obviously, and the ‘fire walls’ will go down if they give it. For what is essentially hacking in, however, it isn’t that easy given what the ‘fire walls’ are. The ‘fire walls’ themselves are basically like checkpoints or barriers or guards to keep people out of their head, heart, or soul, that will alert them whenever someone tries. And of who tries. Due to their disconnected soul, their soul has slightly less fire walls than the other two(mind and heart) but still has plenty to keep most people out. Whenever the ‘fire walls’ push someone out, it is painful for the one getting pushed out.

/~/

Cybernetic Parts;

Both Eyes.

Hands to Upper Shoulders & Neck.

Blast Resistant/Bullet Proof Shields in Forearms & Around Spine.

Pockets in the Right Upper Arm.

Cannon in Left Upper Arm/Shoulder.

Chip in Brain to Turn Off All Pain Receptors.

Chip in Brain to Allow Control Over Aura Field.

Lungs, Stomach, Heart All Have Some Cybernetic Parts Infused.

Leg/Knee Braces.

Currently working on even more.

Appearance;

(Credits to lof@[email protected])

Irfam stands rather average at 5' 8”, though they sometimes seem 5’ 6” due to how slouched their posture is. Their skin tone is a pale color with sickly cool undertones. They have practically no freckles too, which doesn’t exactly help them seem healthier.

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Irfam has a diamond face shape, meaning they have a smaller forehead and a smaller sharp chin, the middle of their face larger, the whole thing on the more sunken side. Now for the nose, they have a hawk shaped nose, meaning it starts the way the stereotypical normal nose would but then dips down a bit too much.

--

Their lips… Well, it’s hard to say what they once were, if we’re being honest. They’re usually grinning behind their mask though, smiling. It certainly reaches their eyes, at least. Their lips aren’t very full either, so… Thin? Not like many see them anyways though.

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Their eyebrows are rather thin, with practically no arch at all. Finally, their cybernetic eyes are a downturned deepset hooded shape and are heterochromatic. Their left eye is an emerald green, and their right is a red color. The scleras are black and the only true way to tell that they’re cybernetic in the first place, other than the blue seams they have here and there. The green eye can alert them of when their hands are going to jerk or when their legs are going to give out on them seconds before it happens, and their red-orange one can project 3D holograms of the blueprints for their latest inventions. Both are very useful.

--

Their face is framed by thin black hair that’s usually a total mess. Bed head for days, they’ve given up on getting all of the tangles and cowlicks and craziness out of it for the time being, though it certainly isn’t as bad as it could be. They usually have their hair up in a small ponytail, and it goes down to below the shoulders(but above the middle of their back) when down.

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Their body structure could quickly be described as rectangular. Everything about their structure screams that they’re more so built for agility than muscle, if that even. They’re much better suited for inside jobs, in all honesty. They weigh in at 115, with their BMI at 17.48, underweight by 7 pounds. Mostly because they forget meals in preference of inventing, and less meals eaten means more time with their mask on.

--

For scars… Irfam certainly has quite a few. A burn scar that goes up their right hand to the middle of their upper arm from a fire incident and them not wanting to leave behind one of their work-in-progress inventions. Plenty of small scars on both palms and fingers from their years of tinkering, along with a larger one from an incident with broken glass on their left palm. The gloves they wear usually hide those easily. They have plenty at their legs too, ones that if they are seen and asked about, a simple answer of them being from ‘incidents’ get most to assume they’re from his work too. They don’t really plan on telling anyone what the multitude of those are actually from. They also have one at their chest, it wasn’t deep, only just so for a scar to form, and it goes down the length of their sternum. Frankly, one of the only reasons it scarred was because of how long the blade of glass was there for.

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And then, of course, the ones starting at the throat just below the chin and making their way up to right below their nose. Incidents with broken glass have caused odd ones at odd angles at their cheeks and mouth, while incidents with acid have caused the majority of other ones. Blotches at their throat from acid, places where even with their mouth closed you’d be able to see teeth and gums, and blotches at their cheeks- One particularly bad blotch at their right cheek was nearly bad enough to create a gaping hole there to see into their mouth. Luckily, the acid incident is a few years old at this point, so the risk of it doing that suddenly/randomly aren’t as high. They do have a mask that they wear practically at all times that covers all of the scars at their lower face and upper throat.

--

But, ah, let’s talk about those hands and arms again. After all, they’re cybernetic too. Though, frankly, they tend to hide them in public due to their appearance. Both hands are about 95% cybernetic, made completely by him. But flesh is tangled up in the cybernetic and makes up about 5% of his hands. A gross monstrosity that he refuses to change. Despite the twitches and flinches that his hands and arms have. And his arms aren’t much better either. Again, metal and flesh are intertwined, only now the metal makes up about 85-90% and the flesh makes up 10-15%, up to the elbows where it changes to almost completely metal again(90-97%) until the upper shoulders where it goes to mostly flesh. Where the flesh is about 85-90% and by the neck it’s practically completely flesh(95-97%). The wrist does have a small slit to where he can eat/charge using it, which is very helpful. The forearms have blast resistant shields installed in them for the more explosive experiments, and his right upper arm has small pockets to store things. His left upper arm and lower shoulder have a shoulder cannon installed in it that can come out at a moments notice, purely for self defense or to protect his inventions. The fingers of the hands have tools they can use for inventions installed in them.

Voice; Their voice, according to most people, is annoying. It’s higher pitched, a bit squeaky, somehow seems constantly hoarse no matter how much water they drink, and the diction/tone/frequency/pitch- Whatever it is! Just seems to be constantly changing. Put simply, their voice is incredibly animated and dramatic.

Handwriting; Ha, you thought this would be legible, didn’t you?! As if! Hahaha! In all seriousness though, his handwriting changes. Sometimes it’s perfectly legible, other times it looks like a small child had picked up a pencil for the first time, and sometimes these changes happen every other word. He can still read it, and though he’d never tell, he does it on purpose. His signature, surprisingly, doesn’t change each time. Instead, every letter is done in a different style of writing. He’s quite proud of his system of writing, and tends to snicker to himself whenever he writes anything. Even if it’s something extremely serious.

Left/Right/Ambidextrous; Ambidextrous.

/~/

Personality;

Creative / Analytical / Extremely Intelligent / Workaholic / Self-Destructive / Maladjusted Extrovert / Crafty / Reserved / Delusional / Impatient / Anxiety / Happy-Go-Lucky / Self-Sacrificial / Childish / Forgetful(Unless repeated or habitual) / Daredevil / Secretive / Reckless / Disturbing Mind / Talkative / Determined / C-PTSD / Liberosis / Trusting / Tolerant / Overthinks / Hermit / Heart of Gold / Observant / Insecure / Troubled / Restless / Humorous / Friendly / Hallucinations / Selfless / Very Curious / No Impulse Control / Loyal / Blunt / Fidgety / Controversial / Self-Sabotage / Empathetic / Insomniac / Sensitive / Energetic / Awkward / Paranoid / Let’s Blow Things Up For Science! / Very Disorganized / Whimsical / Ambition / Adaptable / Mauerbauertraurigkeit / Abandonment Issues / Steadfast / Protective / Inventive / Absent-Minded / Emotional / Over-imaginative

Likes: Inventing, Learning, Academics, Fixing Stuff, Joking Around, Food, People, Reading, and Taking Risks.

Dislikes: Being Alone, Utter Silence, Large Crowds, Bright Light, Eating, Undivided Attention, Loud Noises, Pity, and Failure.

Strengths: Inventing/Engineering, Academics, Observant, Selfless, Intelligent, Predictions, Determined, Empathy, Steady, Ambitious, and Adaptable.

Weaknesses: Prone to Delusions and Hallucinations, Self-Destructive, Impulsive, Social Settings, Very Disorganized, Self-Conscious/Insecure, Sometimes Motor Functions, Absent-Minded, Anxiety, Impatient, and Extremely Curious.

Fears/Phobias; You think this guy is scared of anything? Haha, as if. Now why would you think that?.. Fine, he’s scared of things like every other living being. He’s very good at pretending not to be though too, and anything involving bodily harm really doesn’t fear him. Pain used to, but one of the chips in his brain solved that. Honestly, the only thing to say is losing friends or some social interactions. Oh, wait- And large crowds and public speaking to them! Just blow him up, please and thank you!

/~/

Physical Health; Sometimes he loses control of his finer motor functions. More than that, sometimes his legs give out on him.

Immune System; Other than the impaired immune system he has from everything else? It’s pretty good. He’s actually working on a chemical that should fix his immune system too anyways.

Mental Health; C-PTSD, Depression, Insomnia, Anxiety, Schizoaffective Disorder, Derealization/Depersonalization, Psychosis, and Eating Disorders.

Allergies; Surprisingly, none.

Addictions; Blowing things up, ‘upgrading’ his body/organs/limbs? Does that stuff count?

/~/

Lover(s): Nada.

Crush(es): Nope.

Ex(es): Alvis. Oh, and some flings.

Significant Other(s): Zero.

/~/

Themesong(s):

Teen Idle by MARINA.

O.D.D. by Hey Violet.

Stupid & Anxious by Sew Intricate.

Lagtrain (English) by Will Stetson.

Lost Umbrella (English) by Will Stetson.

TV Head by Elliot Lee.

Heat Waves by Glass Animals.

Pork Soda by Glass Animals.

All Eyes On Me by Bo Burnham.

Content by Bo Burnham.

Goodbye by Bo Burnham.

Look Who’s Inside Again by Bo Burnham.

Don’t Wanna Know by Bo Burnham.

All Time Low by Bo Burnham.

Any Day Now by Bo Burnham.

agoraphobic by CORPSE.

Anxiety Song by Human Petting Zoo.

Toxic Thoughts by Faith Marie.

Antidote by Faith Marie.

I Deserve to Bleed by Sushi Soucy.

Art Is Dead by Bo Burnham.

Villain by Wild Fire.

Medicine by Hollywood Undead.

Sarcasm by Get Scared.

Twisted by MISSIO.

CEMETERY by AViVA.

Nightmare by Set It Off.

Upside Down by Elliot Lee.

Wonderland by Sounds Like Harmony.

NVM by Faith Marie.

A Little Messed Up by june.

Sanity by Unlike Pluto.

Losing My Mind by Mystery Skulls.

Circles by Kira & Rachie.

Kitchen Fork by Jack Conte.

Dig the Crazy by Faith Marie.

Poison by Cavetown.

Imaginary Friends by Grenon.

trapped in the thought of free by Faith Marie.

Villain Of My Own Story by Unlike Pluto.

Mistakes by Amanda Joy.

figure it out by Faith Marie.

Freak Show by Set It Off.

I’m Not Ok by Weathers.

yes & no by XYLØ.

Cotard’s Solution (Anatta, Dukkha, Anicca) by Will Wood and the Tapeworms.

Memento Mori: the most important thing by Will Wood.

My Time by bo en.

Miss Wanna Die (English Cover) by Jubyphonic.

Curses by The Crane Wives.

Oh No! by MARINA.

Crazy = Genius by Panic! At The Disco.

REVIVED by Derivakat.

Neurodivergent by Rabbit Junk.

Poison Pop by Qbomb.

Everything is Fine by Qbomb.

Personal Demons by Rufus Rex.

Easy Way Out by Qbomb.

Soften The Grave by Qbomb.

The Greatest Show Unearthed Returns by Creature Feature.

Blood and Bones by The Blake Robinson Synthetic Orchestra.

The Exorcist by CALYPSO, David Goldstein, Selma Cheeks.

Dire Break by Qbomb.

Don’t Question Me by Boom Kitty & Waylon Reavis.

Doomed by Reliqa.

|~| Mergen |~|

Name; Mergen Rigmor.

Name Meaning:

Mergen; “Wise, Sage, Prophetic.”

Rigmor; “Ruler, King, Mind, Spirit.”

Nickname(s): Whatever you can think of.

/~/

Gender; Staticgender. AMAB.

Sexuality; Reciporomantic Androsexual.

Poly/Ambi/Mono; Mono.

Age; 23.

Birthday: August 23rd.

Blood Type; A-.

Alignment; Chaotic Neutral.

Abilities; Hypnotic Willpower. Depending on the willpower of someone else, Mergen can hypnotize people through eye contact, though the eye contact doesn't have to last.

/~/

Appearance:

(Credits to lof@[email protected])

5’10” | 135lbs(19.37 BMI) | Fair Skin, Neutral Undertones | Violet Left Eye, Rose Pink Right Eye | Pupils Spiral | Minimal Eyebags | Oblong-Faced | Freckles | Lanky Build | Laidback Presence | Somewhat Messy Shoulder Length Hair | Scar Across Right Cheek & Scars Along Arms | Dark Brown Hair with Dark Blue Streaks Dyed In | Thick Eyebrows | Pointed Nose | Lots of Ear Piercings | Yellow Painted Nails | Left Eyebrow Piercing | Grimaces & Smirks

Attire: Their usual attire mostly ends up being long sleeve shirts, comfortable baggy pants, sneakers, and jackets. As for the color scheme? Mergen usually prefers darker shades, and the jacket they wear is almost always the navy blue one they have.

Jewelry/Accessories: Having multiple lobe piercings, a right conch piercing, and a vertical inner conch industrial piercing- They usually wear silver earrings, some more ornate than others. Mergen also has a left eyebrow piercing, again usually silver. They also wear an assortment of rings and necklaces, and these both tend to be golden.

Voice: Their voice is a good Tenor-Baritone, not normally high enough to be a Tenor but also not normally low enough to be a Baritone. It’s rather smooth too, with a slight thick feel to it if anything. It could also be described as grainy at times.

Left/Right/Ambidextrous; Left-Handed.

Posture: Mergen’s posture tends to be either really slouched or really confident. Usually though, they end up shifting between the two enough throughout the day that it mostly just seems to be somewhere in the middle.

/~/

Personality:

Sarcastic | Extroverted(Usually) | Moody | Insecure | Egotistical | Intelligent | Snarky | Paranoid | Blunt | Magnetic | Distant | Secretive | Destructive | Flirtatious | Guarded | Observant | Abandonment Issues | Spontaneous | Incredibly Apathetic | Laidback | Extreme Mood Swings | Clingy | Passionate | Ill-Tempered | Extremely Loyal | Charismatic | Chaotic | No Sense of Self | Impulsive | Social Chameleon | Approachable | Comes Off as Mysterious | Reckless | Social | Hot-Headed | All Good vs All Bad | Decisive | Independent

Likes: Yellow Shades, Drinking, Smoking, Exploring, Sleeping, Music, and Anything Fun.

Dislikes: Boredom, School, Hot Weather, Overly Fancy Stuff, Certain People, and Silence.

Strengths: His Ability, Social Chameleon, Passionate, Loyal, Approachable, Observant, and Decisive.

Weaknesses: Controlling His Ability, Destructive, His Temper, Splitting, Impulsive, Paranoid, and Mood Swings.

Fears/Phobias; Autophobia and Abandonment.

/~/

Physical Health: Honestly, it’s nothing special. They aren’t in peak physical condition but they’re also not like, immensely out of shape either.

Immune System: Mergen’s immune system is pretty average in all honesty. Nothing special about it.

Mental Health: Borderline Personality Disorder and Insomnia. Some mild PTSD too.

Allergies: Other than the average pollen and dust allergies? Mergen doesn’t have any.

Addictions: Smoking and alcohol.

/~/

Lover(s): Nope.

Crush(es): Nope.

Ex(es): They’ve had a few exes in the past, but their past relationships never lasted very long.

Significant Other(s): Nope.

/~/

Themesong(s):

Raging on a Sunday by Bohnes.

sad faces & dark places by Babel.

Rebels by Call Me Karizma.

I Don’t Give A… by MISSIO & Zeale.

NIGHTMARES by brother sundance.

Rx Luv by Lund.

Villain Of My Own Story by Unlike Pluto.

Pinky Promise by Jake Daniels.

Tip Toes by half alive.

Mind Control by Divine.

Aawake At Night by half alive.

Problematic by Get Scared.

HYPNOTIZED by AViVA.

Lowlife by Adam Jensen.

The Fall by half alive.

Borderline by Nico Collins.

Bad Luck by Adam Jensen.

RULES by AViVA.

A Little Messed Up by june.

|~| Gorōta |~|

Name; Gorōta Sanae Ryuugo.

Name Meaning:

Gorōta; “Five, My, One’s Own, Son, Clear, Bright, Thick.”

Sanae; “Early, Small, Reality, Sudden, Gauze, Five, Help, Gather, Prepare, Truth, South, Wise, Limb, Favor, Reliant.”

Ryuugo; “Willow, Noble, Dragon, Parasol, Five.”

Shortened Name; Gorōta Ryuugo.

Nickname(s); Anything you can come up with.

/~/

Gender; Male.

Sexuality: Demisexual.

Mono/Poly/Ambi/None: Ambi.

Age; 22.

Birthday: September 5th.

Blood Type; O+.

Alignment; Neutral Good.

Abilities;

Healing.

Touch based, meaning Gorōta would have to press his hand to the wound, and depending on how bad the wound is, the longer it takes to heal and the more stamina it takes to heal it. Either Gorōta’s stamina would be drained or both of the injured and Gorōta’s staminas would be drained. Meaning, if the wound is big/bad enough, passing out is something that could happen. Even more so, it means that small wounds would take about a minute or so, while bigger wounds (that run the risk of making them pass out) would take longer to heal. The healing also leaves scars, much uglier ones compared to if it was allowed to heal on its own.

/~/

Appearance;

(Credits to lof@[email protected])

Gorōta resides at a height of 6’ 0”, though his back is usually hunched to where he looks 5' 10". His skin tone is a pale bisque with neutral undertones. He has plenty of freckles on his body, though especially at his cheeks, nose, and shoulders. His new tattoo of a staff encircled by a serpent is on his upper arm, near his shoulder.

--

Gorōta has a rather oval face shape, meaning he has a smaller forehead and a smaller chin, but the middle of his face is wider, the whole thing on the smaller side. His cheeks are rather sunken despite this, and he swears that it’s just because he is always so busy, usually being said in a dismissive tone as he works. Now for the nose, something that rather dislikes, he has a hawk shaped nose, meaning it starts off the same way a ‘normal’ nose would, and then goes off the deep end at a slight angle, the tip of it a bit lower than the nasals. His lips are downturned thin in shape, making slight, timid frowns as his most often seen expression.

--

His eyebrows are rather thin, though with a slight arch. Despite them being thin and rather straight, the right eyebrow has a scar that starts a bit above the eyebrow to a bit under his eye. Finally, his eyes, the right of which he hates with a burning passion, they are deepset hooded in shape and a dark gray in color at his left one. His right eye is missing, leaving only a socket that he prefers people would just not ask about. His face is framed by black hair that is most often found messy and in his face, the tips of all of it going just below the ears in length, the back going down to the nape of his neck.

--

His body structure could quickly be described as rectangular, a long torso matched with long legs, everything about him screams lanky. Especially when taking into consideration the fact that this man only weighs in at around 122 lbs, his BMI at 16.54 and being underweight by 15 pounds. He doesn’t even seem to notice the fact that he’s underweight, dismissing attempts to tell him by stating that he’s busy. He also sports quite a few scars too, the most prominent one is at his right eye and basically covers the entire eye in scar tissue, the other ones are mostly on his arms. Though, there is one at his neck, that he leaves completely unexplained, just like all his other ones too.

Voice: Gorōta’s voice is on the higher side of the spectrum, not screechy or gravelly, but quiet and holding back. It’s what many people would think a scared voice would sound like, but it’s just his regular one.

Handwriting: Not terrible, though definitely not the best either. At least it’s legible? He does not know cursive, thank you very much random stranger who thought he was writing in cursive.

Left/Right/Ambidextrous; Left-Handed.

/~/

Personality:

Gorōta is not the type of person someone would see as a people person. Stuttering with practically any sentence unless he starts ranting, and he can’t tell any social cues apart. He also ends up fidgeting under any type of stare, refusing to make any eye contact. He can also be jumpy around new people, and will often try giving nervous chuckles out to try and calm his own nerves, the tactic never really working.

--

Within friend groups, he is seen as the peacemaker, always trying to keep everyone from killing each other and keep fights from happening. Despite his awkward and timid outlook, he hates hearing people fight and yell, so he’ll try to keep that from happening at any costs. Despite having his own problems to deal with, he’ll put his friends’ problems above his own and try to help them through theirs before even trying to acknowledge his own.

--

Paranoia is something extremely obvious when it comes to Gorōta. Preferring to be prepared for anything, he’ll often think about absolutely anything that could go wrong, no matter how unrealistic it is. Due to this, he can oftentimes be found pacing while stroking his chin like a madman trying to think. Due to this paranoia of his, he’s more likely to lie right off the bat and then regret doing so immediately, but be unable to admit the truth because of his timid nature.

--

He’s stubborn when it comes to basically anything, even with his awkward nature. Though, he’s easily intimidated and if you scare him enough, he’ll back off. But usually, it’ll take more than just some yelling and staring to scare him enough. Because when he really sets his mind on something, it’s more likely that raising a hand at him or getting into his personal space will get his attention.

--

He's very rooted in fear, and maybe some subconscious level of shame. It's hard for him to believe everything will be okay or that he's actually good enough for the people around him. He tends to put anyone else before himself, even if he doesn't necessarily like them, just because he sees their lives as more important than his own. He has a very, 'I probably won't achieve anything as great as everyone else, so why even bother?' sort of outlook. He tends to think of himself as helpless, hopeless, and cowardly. Not really ever seeing(or looking for) the good in himself.

--

He puts helping in front of everything, no matter what. No matter how he feels about someone, or how they may have treated him- If they're hurt, he's not going to leave them behind or let them die. He'd rather save a villain then let them die, even if it means they'll kill him instead. This carries over for the people he cares about, though he often beats himself up about how in the heat of a moment- He'll freeze up, unable to move and do anything if the need arises. He would love to say that he'd take a bullet for a friend, but his freeze reaction makes that impossible. And he hates himself for it, because if he could? If he didn't freeze? He'd be catching bullets for strangers or literal murderers even.

Likes: Learning, Helping, Sewing, Movies, Coffee, Books/Reading, Success, Open areas.

Dislikes: Fights/Conflict, Loud Noises, Being asked to pick sides, Attention, Failure, Large crowds of people, His eye getting commented on/asked about, Small spaces.

Strengths: Stealthy, Realistic, Observant, Lying/Hiding things, Intelligence, Preparing/Planning, Empathetic, Listening, Inventing/Hacking, Health science.

Weaknesses: Cowardly, Paranoid, Compulsive liar, His right eye, Easily guilt-tripped/manipulated, Lacks all physical strength, Awkward conversations, Easily intimidated, Not much stamina, Overly caring.

Fears/Phobias: Being useless/worthless, Being completely alone, Claustrophobia, Losing friends.

/~/

Physical Health: Asthma. His right eye.

Immune System; It… Could be worse. It could also be a lot better, but he isn’t complaining.

Mental Health: Depression, Anxiety, Bulimia Nervosa, Anorexia Nervosa, Insomnia, and C-PTSD.

Allergies; None.

Addictions; None.

/~/

Lover(s): None.

Crush(es): None.

Ex(es): None.

Significant Other(s): None.

/~/

Themesong(s):

Doubt by Crywank.

Notches by Crywank.

Anxiety by Blackbear.

Trees by Twenty One Pilots.

Heavydirtysoul by Twenty One Pilots.

Level of Concern by Twenty One Pilots.

House of Gold by Twenty One Pilots.

Car Radio by Twenty One Pilots.

Screen by Twenty One Pilots.

Smithereens by Twenty One Pilots.

Black Bile by The Comedown.

Second Chance by Shinedown.

Iridescent by Linkin Park.

One More Light by Linkin Park.

Good Intentions by Dappy.

DROWN by AViVA.

|~| Simon |~|

Name: Simon Omiros Stewart.

Name Meaning:

Simon; “Hearing, Listening.”

Omiros; “Hostage, Pledge.”

Stewart; “House, Guard.”

Shortened Name; Simon Stewart.

‘Nickname(s)’; Horkos.

/~/

Gender; Male.

Sexuality; Asexual and Reciporomantic.

Mono/Ambi/Poly; Ambi.

Age; 25.

Birthday: August 22nd.

Blood Type; A+.

Alignment; Hard to say actually… Chaotic Neutral, Lawful Neutral, maybe even Neutral Evil… Maybe True Neutral. Something like that.

Abilities;

Deceit.

He is able to make others lie against their will or he can lie and no matter what that lie may be, people are inclined to believe him.

/~/

Appearance:

(Credit to @lof@[email protected])

All in all, Simon is taller than most people, though he certainly knows plenty that are taller than he is. That being said, he’s about 5’ 11” and weighs approximately 140 with his BMI at a healthy 19.52. He is not made for battle, anyone that sees him can understand that. He is not built to fight. His skin is fair, with barely a hint to a tan, given how little he tends to stay outside for any length of time. He also has an absurd amount of freckles decorating his skin.

--

His eyes are almond shaped and deepset, and his right eye(the one that isn’t blind) is a purple color. He has thinner eyebrows than his sister, but overall they’re about average. His hair is a pinkish-reddish color. Orderly and perfectly presentable at all times. It’s kept slicked and styled, mostly out of his face and short. Always.

--

As for scars, he doesn’t actually have all that many. He knew not to pick a fight that he couldn’t win, and he kept away from anything that could result in punishment. Really, the only scars he has are ones at his left eye, and they look just as bad as the day he got them, jagged and intercrossing. Well, those scars, and two burn scars. One at his left arm that spans from his hand to slightly above his elbow. The other at his torso and right side. He also has a few here and there from fights where he hadn’t been able to dodge fast enough or where Anna hadn’t been able to block it in time. Though, they’re all minor and barely noticeable at all.

Voice; Charismatic, smooth, deep, and usually fast paced. He tends to talk faster when lying than when he’s being honest. Since he actually has to think and make a conscious effort not to lie.

Handwriting; Well, at the very least, it’s certainly legible. An elegant, neat cursive.

Left/Right/Ambidextrous; Right-Handed.

/~/

Personality:

Polite | Resourceful | Strategic | Flexible | Compulsive Liar | Adaptable | Self-Preserving | Observant | Rather Apathetic | Calm | Pathological Liar | Intelligent | Alert | Cold | Manipulative | Serious | Respectful | Confident | Quiet | Silver Tongue | Mythomania | Charismatic | Patient | Reflexive | Cunning | Meticulous | Realistic | Collected | Insomnia | Sly | Witty | Paranoid | Sharp | Ambitious | Calculating | Extremely Organized | Trust Issues | Secretive | Prepared | Tolerant | Repressed | Indecisive | Self-Assured | Hesitant | Definitely Not Impulsive | Surprisingly Violent | Stoic

Likes: Surviving, Winning, Solitude, Writing/Reading, Figurative Language, Learning, and Finding Loopholes.

Dislikes: Losing, Dying, People, Arguing, Loud Noises, Disorganization, and Ignorance.

Strengths: Flexible, Stealth, Lying, Charismatic, Confident, Incredibly Organized, and Calculating.

Weaknesses: Indecisive, Lies All the Time, Apathetic, Repressed, Unloyalty, Insomnia, and Physical Strength.

/~/

Physical Health; Other than the blind eye? Simon’s actually doing fairly decent.

Immune System; His immune system is actually kind of great.

Mental Health; Not looking at all the lying… Insomnia, C-PTSD, mild Depression, and mild Anxiety.

Allergies; None.

Addictions; Lying?

/~/

Lover(s): None.

Crush(es): Nada.

Ex(es): None of importance.

Significant Other(s): Zero.

/~/

Themesong(s):

‘Cause I’m A Liar by Mcki Robyns-P.

Say Amen (Saturday Night) by Panic! At The Disco.

LA Devotee by Panic! At The Disco.

Death of a Bachelor by Panic! At The Disco.

This Is Gospel by Panic! At The Disco.

King of the Clouds by Panic! At The Disco.

Ghosting by Mother Mother.

Privately Owned Spiral Galaxy by Crywank.

Crumpledbigskin by Crywank.

Alone And Sublime by Mother Mother.

Care Not for Your Clubnights by Crywank.

No Culture by Mother Mother.

Infinitesimal by Mother Mother.

Killer In The Mirror by Set It Off.

Nothing Ever Changes by Nico Collins.

Lies by Will Jay.

|~| Khorne |~|

Real Name: Gwyar Ariethous Fraoch.

Real Name Meaning:

Gwyar; “Gore, Blood.”

Ariethous; “Basically just another, longer name for Ares/Aries.”

Fraoch; “Wrath, Fury.”

Fake Name: Gunnar Tyrgrim Cattell.

Fake Name Meaning:

Gunnar; “War, Army, Warrior.”

Tyrgrim; “War, Justice, Mask, Helmet, Cruel, Grim.”

Cattell; “Eagle, Helmet, Helmeted Warrior, Cauldron.”

Shortened Name; Gunnar Cattell/Gwyar Fraoch.

‘Nickname(s)’; Khorne.

/~/

Gender: Male. (refers to himself as It/It’s/Its pronouns most of the time)

Sexuality; Demisexual.

Mono/Ambi/Poly; Ambi.

Age; 23.

Birthday: July 23rd.

Blood Type; It can change. Usually O-.

Alignment; Lawful Neutral.

Abilities;

Blood Manipulation.

He can change the chemical/genetic make-up, slow down or speed up the production of blood, make it go through the scab process quicker or slower, and he can even create weapons or shields out of it. He could also survive blood transfusions better than others, capable of giving away more blood and changing his blood type to best help whoever needs it.

/~/

Appearance;

(Credit to @lof@[email protected])

Gunnar resides at a height of 6’7”, a rather intimidating height to most. Though even how he holds himself is enough to intimidate most, as he practically adds another inch with how confidently he holds himself. His skin tone is pale ivory-porcelain with neutral undertones, which adds to his overall paler, sicker look. He has almost no freckles on his body, except for one or two here and there. When it comes to piercings, Gunnar has plenty.

--

Gunnar has a diamond face shape, meaning he has a smaller forehead and a smaller chin, and the middle of his face is wider, the whole thing on the longer side. His cheeks are on the slimmer side. Now for the nose, something that he’s glad about is the fact that he has an aquiline shaped nose, meaning he has the stereotypical 'normal' nose. His lips are downturned in shape, with thin, pressed lines as his resting expressions.

--

Khorne’s eyebrows are rather thick in thickness, with a rather obvious arch, both with scars going through them so that the hair there doesn’t grow anymore. Finally its eyes, these are a deepset hooded. Its eyes are a bright bloody red, with heavy eye bags underneath. Its face is framed by wavy, blood red hair that matches its eyes in color. Once upon a time, its hair had reached its hips in length. Nowadays though, its hair is kept short, even shaved in the back up to the atlas bone in order to show off the scar there.

--

Its body structure could quickly be described as rectangular, everything about it screams that it’s forged for strength and power. Especially when taking into consideration the fact that this weapon weighs at around 160 lbs, its BMI at a somewhat unhealthy 18.02, underweight by 5 pounds, though the weight it does have is mostly due to its muscle mass and height alone. Not that it would ever complain about its weight, it’s thankful for everything it does get the privilege of having, every meal allowed is a blessing. Its fingernails are rather long and sharp, something it takes pride in. They mean it can attack someone with just its claws if it has to, after all.

--

Now for the ‘fun’ part… Scars. Khorne has plenty of scars. It has one that goes from under the right corner of its lip and up through them, it also has one that looks like a slash across its neck. As well as a scar that goes from the top of its left eyebrow to its hairline. It also has one across the bridge of its nose, and another going up its right chin and cheek, ending a bit beside the one at its lips, and one that’s a diagonal scar from the inner corner of its right eye and across its nose to its left cheek. It also has one going through its right eye, jagged near the bottom. It has one that goes across its forehead at an angle, really only going from its right ear to the hairline in a jaggedly curved motion. Speaking of ears, it also has some cartilage missing from either ear. It has plenty of scars littering its scalp too, though due to how short its hair is its hair doesn’t hide them as well anymore. And all of the ones covering its arms, ones that give the impression of blocking both blades and whips. Along with ones at its wrist and ankles and neck, circling them as if cuffs or collars that were too tight. And a burn scar, of a perfectly smithed sword pointing upwards, right in the small of its back. The burn also seems to have caused a small permanent dent there, in the shape of the scar. It has an identical one at its head now, at the atlas bone, the only difference being that the one at the atlas bone is smaller than the one on its back. It also has a burn scar at its left cheek, large and ugly. Not to mention the scars all along its legs similar to the ones at its arms, and the ones it also has on its torso and back that look similar too. Though, its torso, back, and neck also have scars that look like electrical burns. Its hands are also heavily calloused and scarred too, with scars and calluses of all different sizes. It also has scars extremely different from the ones already mentioned, ones that appear in plenty of different areas though tend to be near its major arteries or veins, near its major bones or organs, that are delicate. Intricate. Straight and steady and meticulous and deliberate.

Voice: A scratchy, hoarse Bass voice.

Handwriting: Very fast? He can write very fast. And it’s legible.

Left/Right/Ambidextrous; Ambidextrous.

/~/

Personality:

Distant | Alert | Violent | Conditioned | Self-Preserving and Self-Sacrificial | Disturbing | Tough | Observant | Quiet | Repressed | Honest | Pharmacophobia | Trust Issues | Determined | Intimidating | Extremely Loyal | Paranoid | Cautious | Helpful | Nosocomephobia | Awkward | Outwardly Apathetic | Secretive | Abandonment Issues | Trypanophobia | Slight Anger Issues (Immensely Repressed) | Patient | Outwardly Sadistic | Stoic | Stiff | Always Stressed | Claustrophobia | Always Tense | Hypervigilant | Insomnia | Athletic | So Much Trauma | Sharp | Anxious | Disciplined | Iatrophobia | Strategic | Exchausted | Calculating | Tolerant | Cleithrophobia | Reflexive | Easily Emotionally Manipulated | Intrusive Thoughts | Adaptable | Tomophobia | No Self-Esteem | Only Self-Assured in Fights | Resourceful | Active | Introverted | Outstanding Muscle Memory | Atychiphobia | Prepared | Careful | Stubborn | Rigid | Meticulous | Acute Senses | Respectful | Organized | Always Listens to Orders/Commands from Superiors

Likes: History, Mythology, Learning, Winning, Sleeping, Stars, Reading, Animals, Fighting, Direct Language, Nature, Fall, Winter, and Training. (Won’t admit to any of these)

Dislikes: Crowds, Swearing, Bright Lights, Sudden Loud Noises, Sudden Movements, Confined Spaces/Being Trapped, Indirect Language, Silence, Socializing, Seeing Healers of Any Kind, Spring, Summer, Losing, and Not Reaching Expectations. (Won’t admit to any of these)

Strengths: Physical Strength, Honesty, Fast Reflexes, Tolerance/Endurance, Observant, Preferred Weapons, Resourceful, Keeping Secrets, Loyalty, Stealth, Adaptable, Strategic, Muscle Memory, and Helpful.

Weaknesses: His Fears, Lying, Trust Issues/Paranoid, Loyalty, Self-Esteem, Dehumanizing/Objectifying Self-Image, Emotions, Insomnia/Nightmares, Hypervigilant, Intrusive Thoughts, Extremely Repressed, Socializing, Easily Emotionally Manipulated, and Abandonment Issues.

/~/

Physical Health: Well, he isn’t in the best or worst shape. All the weight that he has is basically muscle, but other than that? Eh. He definitely isn’t the healthiest.

Immune System: It’s alright… The only thing keeping it from being terrible is his ability, to be honest.

Mental Health: C-PTSD, Depression, Anxiety, Insomnia. Probably more, honestly.

Allergies: None.

/~/

Lover(s): Technically Moacir, Achaia, and Emeria.

Crush(es): None.

Ex(es): From first to last. Troy, Smith, Troy, Derrick, Troy, Quincy, and Jakob. Yeah, he was with Troy three separate times. At least both Smith and Jakob are dead.

Significant Other(s): Technically Moacir, Achaia, and Emeria.

/~/

Themesong(s):

State of My Head by Shinedown.

Belly of the Beast by Brennan Savage.

Oh Ana by Mother Mother.

pins&needles by andy pol & cookii.

Bury Me Low by 8 Graves.

MONSTERS by Shinedown.

Anthropophobia (English Cover) by JubyPhonic.

KILL YOUR CONSCIENCE by Shinedown.

Notorious by Adelitas Way.

Bottom Is A Rock by Mother Mother.

Providence by Poor Man’s Poison.

C’mon Down by Poor Man’s Poison.

Nightmare by Avenged Sevenfold.

One Hundred Million Years Ago a Hero Crossed the Land by Crywank.

LOST by NF & Hopsin.

Fight Song (English Cover) by Will Stetson.

Hail to the King by Avenged Sevenfold.

Labyrinth from The Miracle Musical.

The Mind Electric from The Miracle Musical.

Garvin | M | N/A (25) | N/A | Brin/Ambi | Catecholamine Rush-Envious Typhokinesis | Mentions; Akira (Ind/Dir)

*~*~*~*

Waking up in a cold sweat, shaking and struggling to breathe, wasn’t new. Waking up and using the hard ground of wherever he’d ended up sleeping the night before in order to sit up and figure out where he was and what was going on wasn’t new either… Except, well, he apparently wasn’t on the ground, because it was way too soft, and it wasn’t a couch because he usually ended up on the floor anyways if he’d been on one of those, and it took him way too long to actually figure out how to sit up on whatever it was he’d fallen asleep on. And by the time he did, he was blinking through whatever remained of sleep, made easier by the sheer confusion of where he was.

--

It took a few more seconds after that for him to realize that he was in an actual bed. He blinked a few more times, trying to wrack his brain for whatever he was missing from… This. Whatever this was. Shaking his head as the start of a headache, or hangover, began to set in, he tried looking at the rest of the room he was in. Which he probably should’ve done sooner, since there was another bed in here. Staring that way for a moment, he palmed his forehead to try and get his memory running again, away from the sleep that still tried to cling to him. Blinking a bit more, enough of the fog in his mind cleared for him to realize that not only was he in an actual bed, alone and with sheets and a blanket and a pillow, but he’d been waking up here for a good little bit of time. Because of a rebellion… Thing… That he’d been dragged into joining by Meg. The next thought he had was that they had food here too.

--

Shifting a bit more on the bed, which was, well… He shook his head and tried to get the feeling back to his fingers, which were still shaking, his eyes tracing the vines along his knuckles out of habit in the process. After he managed to get them to stop shaking enough that he was fairly sure that the shakiness was just from the lack of feeling in them, he took another glance around the room towards the other bed. Someone… Key was still asleep, which was good enough for him and honestly not that surprising, so he let his eyes slide over them and to the rest of the room. The next thing to catch his eyes were numbers, and after a second of looking at them his mind caught up to the fact that it was the time. Squinting his eyes through the blur of, what he decided to assume was, sleep to figure out just what the numbers were saying told him that he was up way too early but also too late to try and sleep again. Especially since he couldn’t get food yet, apparently, which he kind of thought was dumb but he wasn’t about to complain about food.

--

Technically though, didn’t he have his own stash in here anyways? He didn’t have to listen to rules about when he was able to eat… He wasn’t trying to wake up Plum though. Not yet. He didn’t want them eating his entire stash while waiting for the time to get to where they can leave the room to go eat. So it was a better idea to just wait. Which as much as he didn’t want to, it wouldn’t be that hard to do. He’d waited longer before anyways, and this time he had a comfortable bed to wait in…

--

Would him drinking wake up Cass? He had some bottles stashed in here too, and waiting in silence with a hangover, because he’d decided that the headache wasn’t from waking up the way he did, was not how he’d like to spend that time. There was a pack of cigarettes on the stand next to the bed he was on too, though he didn’t really feel like messing with a lighter that seemed to never want to work in order to light one right now. Which meant that drinking was probably his best option. Would it wake up Aki or not though? He didn’t think it would, and he honestly didn't think he cared enough at the moment for that to make him decide not to.

--

So with that in mind, he shifted to get up and grab a bottle from the stash he had. Kira was a deep enough sleeper that he was pretty sure that he didn’t need to worry about waking them up. They never tended to wake up when he got back late at night, at least. And that was plenty enough for him to decide to trust their ability to sleep through most anything right now. Other than food, since they seemed to just know when that was around. Which was fair in his opinion, since he tended to be the same way… At least… He shook his head a bit, his mind feeling like mush due to the hangover setting in, and headed towards one of the doors in the room.

--

The door led to a bathroom, which wasn’t exactly surprising. He’d been staying here for a while, so of course he already knew it was a bathroom. He was just… His mind was just a little muddy from whatever he’d done last night still. Letting himself find the stash out of habit was fine. As long as he found it, he didn’t really care all that much.

--

So, noticing that he was opening the cabinet under the sink while crouching when he thought he was still standing was fine. Especially when he saw the stash sitting near the back. Grabbing one and pulling it out was easy, though he was a bit busy trying to figure out if he’d coughed or not while moving to stand to notice that he had stood. Which was fine, since it wasn’t like he’d dropped the bottle or anything like that. The cabinet door was closed and he was out of the bathroom within a blink after that. Which was great, though the blurry numbers were a bit further ahead than he would’ve expected. Not that it mattered, just less time he had to wait for food, which was always good news.

--

He was on the bed again now, still shaking numb hands trying to open the bottle he’d grabbed. And while shaking numb hands were annoying when he was trying to open a bottle, it opened for him fairly quickly so it was fine. The taste of it was enough for his mind to clear a bit better, a burn that was easy for him to focus on along with the blurry numbers that would tell him when he’d get to eat. Though, he had to wake Kate up too, didn’t he? Waking them up a bit early might be good, just so if they tried to say no at first then he had time to convince them.

--

So half watching the time and working at the bottle he’d gotten out was how he waited, allowing himself to sort of sink into the motions since it was such a routine for him that he doubted he could mess up even if he tried.

--

And, lucky him, he was proven right about that as he blinked back into his muddy focus as the blurry time shifted to a good 6:55. Which was probably as good a time as any to wake Cassy up. So he went about shifting so he could stand if he wanted to and sat the bottle down on the stand next to the pack of cigarettes.

--

Looking over at Amber, he paused for a second and spoke, a grin in place. “Aye, Aquila, food’s in 5 so I’d go ‘head an’ wake up.”

*~*~*~*

Irfam ‘Ellie’ Oryam Ellery | M | 28 | O- | Apothi-Apres-Demi/Ambi | Power Blueprint-Unexpected Success-Fire Walls | Mentions; Duane, Pewter, Kostas (Ind)

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Irfam had never liked mornings. He just wasn’t a morning person. Never had been. Mornings were the worst, it wasn’t his fault. Admittedly though, he was pretty sure he hated mornings a lot more than he used to. So… Things fester with time or whatever. Probably. He wasn’t too sure. He should probably be getting out of bed though, seeing as he’d been laying in resentful silence of mornings for a good little bit already… He didn’t want to do that though.

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Instead of that, Irfam groaned and turned in his bed, fully content on pretending he was still asleep in order to bypass the terrible time that was the AM. He wondered why it was called AM, what did it even stand for?… Unfortunately, he didn’t get to think about that for very long as he rolled into something hard as he turned. Blinking and looking over told him that he’d rolled into Duane. Which was stupid because how dare that rock find a way to his bedroom? And in his bed for that matter! What if he rolled in his sleep and Duane ended up stabbing through wires? There was so much that could go wrong there! But no, Duane wanted to sit on his bed while he slept and consequently pretended to be asleep.

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Apparently though, despite moving to his bed, Duane didn’t want to move off just because Irfam was staring at them. Instead, the dumb rock decided to speak. Or, at least, the voice that had to be the rock’s because there was no other option for who Duane could possibly be decided to speak in that stupid British accent.

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“You need to get up, Irfam, you have a whole day ahead of you.”

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Now, just to clarify. Irfam didn’t think the British accent was dumb, he apologized to any British people that had somehow read his mind in that moment and now hated him and thought he was dumb in response, if there were any. He just thought that the accent was dumb for a rock to have. More than that, he mostly just thought that Duane was dumb. And why wouldn't he? The rock was ruining a perfectly terrible morning that Irfam was trying to waste and or miss!

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Deciding he had to retaliate against that, Irfam rolled back over with a huff. Which was an amazing idea and nothing bad happened to anyone because of it. Obviously. Other than forcing him to stare at the clock as he waited, which would only slow down time and make the stupid morning longer. Duane hadn’t gotten the memo that he wasn’t going to listen though apparently, continuing to talk to him.

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“You said you’d meet with that Kostas again today. He might show up in the morning. Wouldn’t you rather already be up by then?”

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Irfam narrowed his eyes, turning just enough to glare at Duane, whispering a response as if that would make sure no one else realized he was awake yet. “What happened to you wanting me to get more sleep?” Without waiting for a reply, he turned back to continue pretending to be asleep.

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For a few blissful seconds, or as blissful as the morning could ever be, there was silence. And then it was ruined, this time by bright yellow eyes popping up into his line. Luckily, it was accompanied by the rest of Pewter’s head and weren’t just disembodied yellow eyes.

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“You’re awake.”

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Irfam blinked at him, waiting for anything else the cat might say, and then responded, polite as ever, “You don’t say.”

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Suffice to say, Pewter didn’t look amused. Instead the cat jumped up onto the bed, and Irfam bristled. Apparently, no one had any respect for his bed and the fact that it was his. For a moment though, nothing was said, Pewter just walked wherever he wanted and did whatever he wanted. Apparently. Very annoying. And then Irfam heard a thud and he rolled around in a split second, about to ask what happened only to realize that Pewter had knocked Duane off the bed.

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For a moment, Irfam stared at the now empty spot before looking at Pewter. And while he wasn’t sure what he’d been meaning to say, “What’s AM stand for?” Was probably not on the list. Not that he’d complain, he did want to know. He’d been wondering about it before Duane was rude enough to be on his bed and now that Duane was gone, it was probably only right to go back to that topic. Right?

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Pewter didn’t seem interested, but he still answered. “It’s latin, idiot.”

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Grimacing, Irfam sat up, giving up on his quest to waste time. “I know that, Pewter. But—”

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“You know that you’re an idiot? I should hope you do.” Still, Pewter seemed disinterested, maybe a bit hopeful for once if anything.

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Crossing his arms and huffing, Irfam shook his head. “No! And don’t interrupt me! I know that it’s latin.”

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“Pity, and here I was hoping that you’d finally come to terms with your stupidity.” As he spoke, Pewter almost seemed disappointed now. Still just as uninterested. It was annoying, in Irfam’s opinion. Scowling, Irfam went to speak again, only for Pewter to beat him to it. “Perhaps you should go ahead and put on that mask of yours. That face is doing you no favors.”

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Recoiling, Irfam sputtered for a moment, one hand already out feeling for the mask at the reminder, “That’s- That’s totally unrelated, Pewter. And uncalled for! What if someone said that to you?”

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“If I looked like you, I’d probably thank them. Or I’d have already finished the job. Either one…” Pewter’s head tilted, eyes staring through him as he continued to feel around for his mask, seeming much more invested in his answer now. “Why haven’t you been able to finish the job yet? Too stupid to figure out a way to do it? Too much of a coward, perhaps?”

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Irfam stopped feeling around for his mask for a moment, fixing Pewter with a hard glare before moving to shove the cat off his bed. Unfortunately, he jumped off on his own instead and strolled out of the room. Huffing in frustration, Irfam turned his attention to finding his mask to put on before he tried to follow.

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Turned out— Actually looking at the nightstand made it easier to find his mask. Which he promptly grabbed and put on, glancing around the room for his cane and ignoring whatever random things lied on the ground as he did so. The leg braces worked, he knew they did. They worked rather well, actually, but they also only helped to keep him from falling. Not actually walking, yet, and he’d rather have his cane on him in case. The last thing he needed was to lose motion while working with time sensitive materials with other people nearby. And he wasn’t sure how nearby anyone else was, so… He grabbed the cane he’d spotted on the ground and got up to start the day. A last glance at his clock told him that he hadn’t gotten anywhere close to his goal of missing the morning completely, with instead a fun 7:05 staring back at him. Highly annoying. Condemning himself to have to deal with a morning, Irfam made his way out of his room.

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Gorōta ‘Rotor’ Sanae Ryuugo | M | 22 | O+ | Demi/Ambi | Healing | Mentions; Hanu

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Getting woken up to the sound of something crashing onto the ground nearby wasn’t something that Gorōta enjoyed, but it was something that he’d gotten surprisingly used to. Which, with that being said, was how he was woken up now. To the sound of something, or more likely someone, making contact with the ground. It always went the same when it happened, and this time was no different either. As soon as the sound reached him and he woke up, he was scrambling to move, heart lurching and blood pumping in the brief moment of terror.

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As usual, the sound had come from Hanu falling off of his bed on the other side of the room. And if Gorōta had to guess, it was likely that he’d had a nightmare. If the way Hanu scrambled to sit up, looking just as terrified as he had felt a few seconds ago was anything to go by. And as frequent as this happened, as frequent as they both had nightmares, Gorōta was fairly confident that he was able to tell by now. So, he shifted himself off of his bed, deciding to disregard changing the current patch he was wearing in favor of trying to help out where he could, he made his way towards Hanu, careful to clearly telegraph what he was doing. He stopped just in front of his friend, sitting there on the floor and slowly reaching out his hand, palm up and out where it could be seen, to tap the top of Hanu’s right knee.

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Immediately, Hanu’s flighty eyes were focused on him and he took the opportunity to exaggerate one of his breaths, tapping his friend’s right knee for each second as he breathed in for four seconds. And then continuing to tap for each second as he held it for seven, and still tapping each second as he exhaled for eight. The moment recognition came into Hanu’s eyes and he started trying to follow along, trying to fix his panicked breathing, Gorōta gave what he hoped was a comforting smile. There was no real way for him to know if it was, but Hanu tried to return it and that meant it was good enough.

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Getting his friend to a normal breathing rate took the same few minutes it usually took, spent in silent tapping to keep track where a panicked brain wouldn't want to. Frankly, Gorōta was mostly glad he was any help at all. In the few seconds of silence after the fact, he shifted back to give Hanu more space, and the other pushed himself up off the ground before reaching out a hand for him, a smile awkwardly in place and tone just a bit too forced.

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“Well, that was a bummer start to the morning, wasn’t it, Gorōta?”

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Still, he took Hanu’s hand and allowed him to pull him off the ground too with a small equally awkward smile and half shrug in response to the question. Then he brought up his other hand and gave it a slight wave as a way to say kind of without having to worry about talking. As much as he wanted to say it wasn’t, or agree but offer comfort because Hanu couldn’t control having nightmares… The slight genuine laugh he got at his response to his friends’ question was enough for now.

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“I guess that’s fair…”

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At the trailing end, Gorōta tilted his head and narrowed his eyes, only for Hanu to immediately look back over at him, a grin spreading on his face.

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“Apparently we have pretty good timing, breakfast started like… Just now.”

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Gorōta, in an attempt to hide the settling nausea at the mention of food, turned to look at the clock in the room to see bright glowing numbers telling him it was now seven in the morning. Which was kind of annoying, since he knew he couldn’t keep getting out of eating given how Hanu had started being concerned enough about it to mention it to Daiji the last time they’d seen him. Trying to think of an excuse, he turned back to his friend and pointed at the patch he still needed to change. If he was lucky, Hanu would just go without him assuming he just had to change it first. Hopefully that would be enough time to figure out something else.

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Karma ‘Kam’ Bravo | NB | 24 | AB- | Pan | Ambi | Boomerang | M: Kostas (Dir.)

Karma woke in a panic, gasping for air and clawing at the sheets of their bed. The remnants of their nightmare lingered, tauntingly flashing unwanted images in their mind.

It was hard to breathe. Hard to do anything but just sit there and cower. So that's what Karma did, curling into a tight ball and digging their nails harshly into the skin of their arms.

“Karma…”

The voice was faint, barely audible amidst the chaos of their mind, but, somewhere in it all, a little flash of recognition appeared, encouraging Karma to look up, the feeling grew when there was a light tapping beside them. They ignored it.

“Karma, it's a… Kostas…”

Kostas. They knew that name.

Very slowly, Karma looked up and, after a moment, calmed slightly at the familiar, kind face. They reached out slightly and were immediately pulled into Kostas's chest. Their boyfriend held them tightly, applying grounding pressure and rocking back and forth gently. He didn't speak, giving Karma time to sort through their thoughts and compartmentalize while still making it clear through touch that he wasn't leaving.

They weren't sure how long it took, but, eventually, Karma calmed and pulled back, wiping their eyes as Kostas released them and watched carefully.

“Color?” Kostas’s voice was soft and calm.

“Yellow.” Karma breathed, still shakily gathering themselves.

“Okay,” Kostas responded. “What do you need?”

It took them a moment to think of an accurate answer before they shrugged. “Just… don't leave. Can we stay here?”

Kostas nodded. “We’ve got plenty of time.” He said gently, reaching out to brush some tears from Karma's cheeks.

A few more minutes passed before Kostas got up and crossed the room to grab the black jacket hanging by the door and handed it to Karma, who took it and immediately slipped it on, earning a soft smile from Kostas. The jacket used to be Kostas's, but, a few weeks after the two of them met, Kos offered it to Karma as both a peace offering and a useful gift and it quickly became a comfort item.

“Color?” Kostas questioned again, brown eyes warm and soft.

“Green.” Karma replied quietly, now recovered with the quiet support of their partner.

Kostas smiled gently and leaned down to press a soft kiss to Karma's forehead, letting his hand linger on their cheek for a moment after. “Good. Do you want to eat?”

Karma nodded before hesitating for a second. “Sorry.” They mumbled, looking down.

They didn't have to look up to know that Kostas was shaking his head. “No need to be sorry, it's not your fault. And I don't mind helping.” His voice was flat as usual, but Karma had been with him for long enough to recognize the slight affection that managed to slip through even the power-induced shield of Kostas's mind. They would never understand how they managed to earn that reaction. They sure as hell didn't deserve it.

Still, they looked up and smiled slightly. “Yeah, thanks.”

Kostas nodded. “Always. Now, I'm going to get ready.”

Karma took in a breath and nodded, rising to get ready as well before heading to the kitchen at 7:05. Time for another day of hell, but, at least hell was a little better with Kostas around.

Kostas ‘Kos’ Osborne | Male | 25 | A+ | Ace-Pan | Ambi | Mind | M: Karma (Dir.)

Kostas was jolted awake at around 6:30 A.M. by frantic movement and gasping beside him. It didn't take him long to recognize what was happening, and he reacted quickly, sitting up and backing against the wall to avoid making contact. Karma had rolled themselves into a small ball, digging their nails deeply into their arm, shaking violently. Kostas's stomach rolled slightly, but they remained calm as usual.

“Karma,” He was careful to keep his voice quiet and steady. Not that that was hard, considering that was the most natural way for his voice to be anyway. Then, they carefully tapped the bed beside Karma, careful not to actually touch them at all. “You're safe, it's okay.” Karma seemed to pause slightly but otherwise didn't respond. Kostas sighed, waiting another moment before trying again. Karma, it's alright. You're safe, I promise, it's me, Kostas, okay? Can you hear me?”

A second later, dark blue eyes looked up, misty at first before slowly clearing. Karma reached a hand out and Kostas immediately reacted, pulling his partner close to his chest and beginning to rock gently from side to side. He made sure to apply a lot of pressure, aware that it helped Karma the best in these situations.

About five minutes later, Karma pushed back and Kostas released them quickly, watching their face cautiously. They seemed collected enough to be able to comprehend and communicate now, so Kostas decided to ask a question.

“Color?”

“Yellow.” Karma was shaky, but the answer was immediate, which was a good sign.

“Okay, what do you need?”

Karma went silent for a moment before answering. “Just… don't leave. Can we stay here?”

Kostas nodded without even checking the time. It didn't matter what time it really was anyway, Karma was more important than breakfast, and they could always find a snack if necessary. “We've got plenty of time.”

Then, Kostas reached out to brush some stray tears from Karma's cheeks before he sat back and simply allowed Karma time and space to process. Sometimes, that was the most he could do.

After about five minutes, Karma's shoulders relaxed slightly and Kostas rose to retrieve his former jacket, handing it over to Karma who took it and relaxed further almost immediately.

“Color?” He questioned again.

“Green.”

That coaxed a small smile from Kostas and he placed a gentle kiss on Karma's forehead, allowing his hand to linger for a moment. “Good. Do you want to eat?”

Karma nodded but hesitated, causing Kostas to pause.

“Sorry.”

The word was barely more than a whisper, but a slight tug of sadness pulled at Kostas's gut. “No need to be sorry, it's not your fault. And I don't mind helping.”

Karma looked up again and smiled and the small flicker of emotion melted away, replaced by the usual calm static. “Yeah, thanks.”

“Always. Now, I'm going to get ready.”

Karma didn't speak again, but the shuffling behind him, as he made his way to the small bathroom, told him that his partner was in agreeance about what to do.