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Digital paintings that portray Trilune throughout the main stages of her life.
None of these belong to me; they were done by sakimichan on deviantArt.
Write your name legibly: Trilune Lewthwyne d'Arch. Pronounced Leh-ohw--thwine.
Age: Physically, twenty-three.
Home Address (or where you might often be found): Woondaly. One learns much from growing up in a trade center bustling with life. It is truly a pity that some take it for granted, whilst others envy or look down on it, and yet others know not of its existence. Curious, don't you think?
Why are you filling out this application? To acquire brand-new skills and hone those I already possess. Understanding more types of humans and species will be vital knowledge as well. Being in Woondaly, it is incredibly diverse and feels like I have been nearly everywhere; that is merely an illusion, however. Recent travellers here tell me the outside world is vastly different in its own way.
Also, I believe more minds dealing with investigations, the better your chances are, yes?
What do you know about the Tin Dragon Detective Agency? You were an alchemist's guild. You explored and studied the latest discovered plants, minerals, and mythical creatures. You probed into trailblazing and field research. You currently handle investigations. That said, I know what you let the crowd know. Organizations that are fairly successful with their job tend to be efficient in doing that. Your ranks have dropped a few members, though, I hear.
You're investigating the death of a young nobleman at his mansion. His wife tells you he had fallen down drunk after coming home from the pub. The butler tells you he'd never gone out, and simply dropped dead after his tea. The postman tells you he'd seen the young nobleman in an argument with a fairy earlier that day. What do you do next? Why? There is no wrong answer. All are suspicious. His wife may have something against him, his butler may be against him, and the postman may be against him, too, trying to throw me off. They could also not trust me and are "protecting" the nobleman's case.
I would first check out why he might have gone to the pub and if he visited regularly. Survey the bartenders and other people there that day whether they had seen him. His method of transportation is crucial. Check his vehicles and the surrounding/regular places he uses to refill/charge them with gas/electricity. Could the man have walked? If so, did anyone see him then? He may have used a friend's vehicle; for reasons similar to this, do not assume or trust easily.
As for his tea, I would examine it for poison. Do the same to his body. Poison. After all, he may have drunk a bit of both the same day.
Just track the fairy on the third suspect. Honestly, that does not seem to be very complicated. "Is the fairy even real?" should be a question answered with that information.
Another option is that they are linked. Example- the nobleman was driven to the pub after his argument with the fairy turned more heated instead of lightening up.
The officer's son you're sworn to protect and your mother are both hanging from a cliff. You have time to save one before they fall. Which do you save? The officer's son. My mother is a widow, she would be content to be released with her trusted, beloved soulmate and husband, my father. I know her very well; she'd be proud of my decision to stand by my oath.
What is your favorite tea? White tea with a squeeze of lemon or lime for added zest. Or organic green tea. They are extremely healthy and rich, in my opinion.
Please fold this application into an envelope and drop into your city's Tin Dragon tip box before midnight. You will receive our response within the week.
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F U L L N A M E
Brendan McGovern, Junior
A G E
24
G E N D E R
male
S E X U A L I T Y
heterosexual
H E I G H T / W E I G H T
6”4’ / 184 lbs.
S T A T U S
The relationship Brendan’s in currently, along with about the one other one he had before, aren’t as ‘bonding’ or close as he’d like them to be. It still feels like the two of ‘em are on the friendship stage and can’t budge onto a deeper level with each other, even though they don’t have trouble calling each other boyfriend/girlfriend. At least there’s an advantage- no harm is done to Brendan’s friendships once they admit it isn’t working as well as it should, since both of them understand each other on that level. [conclusion: in a light relationship]
O C C U P A T I O N
student
A P P E A R A N C E
One of the most noticeable characteristics are Brendan’s intense blue eyes, outlined by a bold limbal ring of a darker blue hue. They’re practically an exact replica of his father’s. Another pronounced detail is the sharp cheekbones and jaw, the latter peppered by some light facial hair. Speaking of hair, the one of his head is light dirty blonde. Keeping clean was a habit taught by both his parents, so although it’s sort of long, it’s certainly not messy.
Brendan’s clothing preferences are casual, only formal when it is either required or just respectful to the surrounding people. Even then, he dislikes exaggerating. Expectations are best simply raised up to this or this. Sweatshirts, hoodies, jackets are candidates high on the list, too, but he's not crazy about them. (“Good clothing is comfortable clothing, as long as you don't overdo it.”)
Due to his Irish roots, Brendan’s skin colour is light- not pale though.
Brendan’s clothing preferences are casual, only formal when it is either required or just respectful to the surrounding people. Even then, he dislikes exaggerating. Expectations are best simply raised up to this or this. Sweatshirts, hoodies, jackets are candidates high on the list, too, but he's not crazy about them. (“Good clothing is comfortable clothing, as long as you don't overdo it.”)
Due to his Irish roots, Brendan’s skin colour is light- not pale though.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
B A C K G R O U N D
P R E F E R E N C E S
likes
dislikes
- Sports—
- Light colours— i.e. fair shades of blue, grey, green, neon colours, etc. (these may be worn on clothes, for instance)
- People
dislikes
M I S C E L L A N E O U S
trivia
- He is one of two children; his sibling is a sister, younger than him by two years.
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Zephillla Natalie Sebastian
February 3rd, 1996 (22 years old)
Female
heterosexual
Nah. Of course not.
She is a part-time worker at a lab of ornithology. Temporary positions such as the visitor center assistant and one of the researcher/writers for the organization's magazine often springs up. However, don't expect that to be year round. Half of the time Zephillla is trying her hand at brand-new art styles as well as experimenting / refreshening older ones. She sells prints online and hard copies among or linked to any of her connections. During summer she auditions for a theater play or two, depending if she gets cast. Otherwise, Zephillla's studying.
Launching off with her body's exterior, the female's skin is slightly darker than the average light-skinned person, the result of her Hispanic roots. She barely has pretty much no arm strength; she makes up for that in her ability to aim well. She's of average height and weight the majority of the time, getting lighter or heavier in an exceedingly short amount of time every so often, although more exercise is certainly required since the past four years to get her bachelor's scarcely left room for free time compared to what she had before. The last two years improved. Anyway, she developed a habit of forgetting to brush her hair in the morning despite taking a morning shower. In the afternoon her black hair may, sort of, 'poof'. (Photo in the references beneath.) It generally turns out all right for winter, because of the cold; summer is a different story. Humid air presses down on powerless Zephillla. And that barely starts on the jackets!
Before anyone wades into that territory, a quick briefing on that. Zephillla's hair is medium-length most of the time. Half of the time the young adult gets obsessed with a specific hairstyle or length, partly spending time on refusing to cut or just trim her hair, and partly jumping on the chance to cut it at every time possible.
We come around to the jackets. She owns many various ones; that is undeniable. Zephillla obviously depends on them a smudge too much for comfort. Some have open thumb holes. These each serve a specific purpose. The oversized ones seem to be best toward winter, fall, and the beginning of spring. They may also serve as something her hands can fidget with. Jackets made with smooth material that traps heat is meant for exercise, obviously. Whatever the case, there's a running theme throughout this clothing: pockets. Think of it like that pitch black closet in the one's corner of the room, the objects inside pockets as the 'monsters' lurking in one's vivid imagination. Suffering in the heat of summer whilst being unable to wear her jackets is a recurring nightmare swinging around every year. Alright, moving on.
Silver is Zephillla's favourite color and type of jewelry. More than gold. It reminds her of the moon and, at least in her opinion, it's a real strong colour in terms of being able to endure attacks.
Half the time she'll be wearing earrings. Gold ones, from her grandfather. Alas, he passed away; mercifully, he was healthy physically and mentally as an elder. Nevertheless, even if he did live exceptionally well, it didn't mean no one missed him.
Then there's the last few details. Zephillla has dark brown eyes and medium-sized dark blue glasses, the polarized kind whose lenses darken to act as sunglasses for snow/ice or sunny days. She mostly uses them while heading to a new place, meeting acquaintances, or teachers. And, she prefers comfortable clothing over other people's preferences, occasionally being the odd one out because of that. Her nails on her thumbs are cut to a point. Doing this became a habit pretty early, about a decade earlier, 12-13 years old. Like her opinion on other things, she appreciates things more from their usefulness than other reasons. She hasn't put makeup on herself yet or dyed her hair, so a tattoo or piercing on her skin (besides her ears) has a less than zero chance of happening. Dresses bearing natural colours, such as a dark red one, a wise grey one, and so forth, are her favourites.
Before anyone wades into that territory, a quick briefing on that. Zephillla's hair is medium-length most of the time. Half of the time the young adult gets obsessed with a specific hairstyle or length, partly spending time on refusing to cut or just trim her hair, and partly jumping on the chance to cut it at every time possible.
We come around to the jackets. She owns many various ones; that is undeniable. Zephillla obviously depends on them a smudge too much for comfort. Some have open thumb holes. These each serve a specific purpose. The oversized ones seem to be best toward winter, fall, and the beginning of spring. They may also serve as something her hands can fidget with. Jackets made with smooth material that traps heat is meant for exercise, obviously. Whatever the case, there's a running theme throughout this clothing: pockets. Think of it like that pitch black closet in the one's corner of the room, the objects inside pockets as the 'monsters' lurking in one's vivid imagination. Suffering in the heat of summer whilst being unable to wear her jackets is a recurring nightmare swinging around every year. Alright, moving on.
Silver is Zephillla's favourite color and type of jewelry. More than gold. It reminds her of the moon and, at least in her opinion, it's a real strong colour in terms of being able to endure attacks.
Half the time she'll be wearing earrings. Gold ones, from her grandfather. Alas, he passed away; mercifully, he was healthy physically and mentally as an elder. Nevertheless, even if he did live exceptionally well, it didn't mean no one missed him.
Then there's the last few details. Zephillla has dark brown eyes and medium-sized dark blue glasses, the polarized kind whose lenses darken to act as sunglasses for snow/ice or sunny days. She mostly uses them while heading to a new place, meeting acquaintances, or teachers. And, she prefers comfortable clothing over other people's preferences, occasionally being the odd one out because of that. Her nails on her thumbs are cut to a point. Doing this became a habit pretty early, about a decade earlier, 12-13 years old. Like her opinion on other things, she appreciates things more from their usefulness than other reasons. She hasn't put makeup on herself yet or dyed her hair, so a tattoo or piercing on her skin (besides her ears) has a less than zero chance of happening. Dresses bearing natural colours, such as a dark red one, a wise grey one, and so forth, are her favourites.
♦ philosopher ♦ paranoid ♦ sharp-witted ♦ unpredictable ♦
Maybe in another dimension Zephillla would be a 'normal' human being in society; not that one exists. She was diagnosed with bipolar II disorder the autumn before turning 19, so she has various sides to herself, with two main extremes on either end. One must dig deeper to shed some light on who she is - remember, Zephillla herself doesn't have a clue - and while doing that, one comes to the conclusion that her disorder contributes to and is part of her. Eliminating it changes the person in question, and in this case, that's Zephillla.
Zephillla is an ambivert leaning slightly more toward the introverted side, but not enough to fit in with them, nor is she loud enough to fit in with the extroverts. She has learnt how to meta-think 'properly', also known as thinking about thinking. Theories about life and other divisions of humanity come from looking at the larger picture. Sometimes it's a random thought drifting in the breeze that she snatches out of the air and explores. Other times it's quite intentional, having racing thoughts and following her own train of thought very closely. They're generally ideas that are coldly rejected by the crowd. Such as whether humans are zombies- not physically, but in their actions. Death. Interesting controversies circling the globe. She was never the typical gossiper chattering on and on about the latest wrong thing some president or parent did/said. Her thoughts travelled along the lines of, 'If you aren't going to do anything about it, how is that going to change something?' The rest of the conversation would be contradicting that idea. 'Information is useful is tight situations.' It's worth adding that this conversation is, most of the time, with herself.
Usually, Zephillla is recalling information or plans she has in the back of her mind during breaks or in the middle of the sentence she was speaking. All these distractions tend to cause her to speak rapidly or stutter. See, it's not always because of nervous thoughts.
Leadership holds a vital place for Zephillla. With a large percent of her family being doctors, teachers, or engineers, offering a hand to other people, no matter how minuscule, is past natural. It's required. If not, her feelings of self-worth drain by a zillion points. 'Paranoid' may be another correct word, too. She tends to stretch things to the extremes; that way of thinking is clearly a result of her bipolar disorder. Between trying to change people's situations for the better and being very suspicious about them, one can remark that Zephillla makes decisions using her heart and mind equally. That is, if she makes any decision at all. About half of the time Zephillla does have a strategy and half the time she'll wing it. There's a fifty-fifty chance.
Back to the leadership role. She may or may not chastise someone for their actions if it won't affect something/one in a significant way, or if Zephillla owes them something. She's more self-centered, having a 'you don't bother me, I won't bother you, so then we'll be in agreement' type of rule, focusing on creating allies for herself simply for the benefits.
The section between timidness and confidence is often ventured, crossed over, mixed together, folded over, whichever. Zephillla's not shy, she's bored; Zephillla's not confident, she's reckless, her mind flashing that she has nothing to lose to her body/mouth, so might as well wing it. Results from these on-the-spot decisions come up with various situations. Admittedly, some are negative ones besides the positive. In the case where her response was incorrect or foolish, Zephillla engulfs herself with regret for the matching/'appropriate' number of hours.
That young adult biting back comments? Yes, that sounds about right in Zephillla's description. She slips a mask on around other people, being quite good at changing gears, although she generally lets herself run free on the internet. This has aroused some suspicion before.
Another thing: after moving and transforming so many times, change is really her closest friend at the end of the day. She feeds off it.
Zephillla is an ambivert leaning slightly more toward the introverted side, but not enough to fit in with them, nor is she loud enough to fit in with the extroverts. She has learnt how to meta-think 'properly', also known as thinking about thinking. Theories about life and other divisions of humanity come from looking at the larger picture. Sometimes it's a random thought drifting in the breeze that she snatches out of the air and explores. Other times it's quite intentional, having racing thoughts and following her own train of thought very closely. They're generally ideas that are coldly rejected by the crowd. Such as whether humans are zombies- not physically, but in their actions. Death. Interesting controversies circling the globe. She was never the typical gossiper chattering on and on about the latest wrong thing some president or parent did/said. Her thoughts travelled along the lines of, 'If you aren't going to do anything about it, how is that going to change something?' The rest of the conversation would be contradicting that idea. 'Information is useful is tight situations.' It's worth adding that this conversation is, most of the time, with herself.
Usually, Zephillla is recalling information or plans she has in the back of her mind during breaks or in the middle of the sentence she was speaking. All these distractions tend to cause her to speak rapidly or stutter. See, it's not always because of nervous thoughts.
Leadership holds a vital place for Zephillla. With a large percent of her family being doctors, teachers, or engineers, offering a hand to other people, no matter how minuscule, is past natural. It's required. If not, her feelings of self-worth drain by a zillion points. 'Paranoid' may be another correct word, too. She tends to stretch things to the extremes; that way of thinking is clearly a result of her bipolar disorder. Between trying to change people's situations for the better and being very suspicious about them, one can remark that Zephillla makes decisions using her heart and mind equally. That is, if she makes any decision at all. About half of the time Zephillla does have a strategy and half the time she'll wing it. There's a fifty-fifty chance.
Back to the leadership role. She may or may not chastise someone for their actions if it won't affect something/one in a significant way, or if Zephillla owes them something. She's more self-centered, having a 'you don't bother me, I won't bother you, so then we'll be in agreement' type of rule, focusing on creating allies for herself simply for the benefits.
The section between timidness and confidence is often ventured, crossed over, mixed together, folded over, whichever. Zephillla's not shy, she's bored; Zephillla's not confident, she's reckless, her mind flashing that she has nothing to lose to her body/mouth, so might as well wing it. Results from these on-the-spot decisions come up with various situations. Admittedly, some are negative ones besides the positive. In the case where her response was incorrect or foolish, Zephillla engulfs herself with regret for the matching/'appropriate' number of hours.
That young adult biting back comments? Yes, that sounds about right in Zephillla's description. She slips a mask on around other people, being quite good at changing gears, although she generally lets herself run free on the internet. This has aroused some suspicion before.
Another thing: after moving and transforming so many times, change is really her closest friend at the end of the day. She feeds off it.
✔ Fish (food) and lemon pie (dessert)
✔ Anything to do with English / literature / writing / reading
✔ Creating things
✔ Theater
✔ Laughing at clever puns / jokes / sarcastic remarks
✔ European things & Europe
✔ Cold or chilly regions where it actually snows
✔ White or green tea
✔ Birds, flying, the skies, planes, etc.
✔ Skittles, lemons & limes & other sour things, and European chocolate
✘ Over-dramatic people or actions outside of theater (she considers it unnecessary)
✘ Gossipers talking badly of people
✘ People "too" concerned about their appearance and/or what others think of it.
✘ People and things who don't care and harm the environment / animals
✘ Most things that are 'the norm'
✘ Distracted and/or irresponsible team members
✘ Anything repetitive
✘ Pop music about love and couples
✘ Coffee
✘ Deadlines
✔ Anything to do with English / literature / writing / reading
✔ Creating things
✔ Theater
✔ Laughing at clever puns / jokes / sarcastic remarks
✔ European things & Europe
✔ Cold or chilly regions where it actually snows
✔ White or green tea
✔ Birds, flying, the skies, planes, etc.
✔ Skittles, lemons & limes & other sour things, and European chocolate
✘ Over-dramatic people or actions outside of theater (she considers it unnecessary)
✘ Gossipers talking badly of people
✘ People "too" concerned about their appearance and/or what others think of it.
✘ People and things who don't care and harm the environment / animals
✘ Most things that are 'the norm'
✘ Distracted and/or irresponsible team members
✘ Anything repetitive
✘ Pop music about love and couples
✘ Coffee
✘ Deadlines
Travelling for sure is her main hobby. She has a tendency of avoiding urban areas, rather much preferring the freedom of roaming suburban and rural regions. If there's one thing Zephillla doesn't lack, it's QUESTIONS! Exploring her planet. Hiking and long-distance jogging also makes the list along with that, although it is worth mentioning she isn't a great sprinter or runner at all. Hanging out in either the library or a bookstore is another top favourite; the scent of so many pages topped with deep writing is simply intoxicating. She generally grabs a bite to eat and reads here, half the time using library computers to write, research, or do other relaxing activities. Museums are yet another attraction, and depending on the weather, Zephillla plays with her cat indoors or outdoors.
Six months after she was born, Zephillla and her parents moved into the outskirts of Ann Arbor. They moved from one north corner of Ann Arbor to a bit north of the middle of Holland, seven years later. Zephillla considers this her true hometown. Her dialect was gained through that place, as well as good friends, truly great close friends, and two best friends. Two years after that, they changed neighborhoods, going south. The sudden switch jolted her. It was the trigger to the beginning to a wearisome childhood journey that would seep into her teenage years and beyond. No friends were made, just classmates.
Two years passed and the family of four moved yet again, this time to a gated community. It wasn't top-notch - that wouldn't be necessary - but it was safer than other dwellings. Her family moving this much was the effect of her father's job thriving well enough that he got called to work from other hospitals. Purely by coincidence, Zephillla and her best friend there were joined up by a teacher. Zephillla was actually supposed to show her to-be-friend the ropes, since their first day of school was delayed about a day or two.
Is number two Zephillla's unlucky number? Or could it be silent revenge from even numbers, since she's fonder of odd numbers? No quantities of thinking'll prevent these next two years, and honestly, it was another major portion of what molded Zephillla's core. That year was the cutoff year where all the students in that grade from the district would have to choose and change schools, being separated further. This young lady chose to pursue the elegant French language; meanwhile, her closest friend chose Spanish. They acquired new friends from their new groups, the latter having a more enjoyable time with it. Zephillla retreated to her computer to gain 'real' friends. She could be herself there. In school, she was forced to either remain the one isolated, intelligent kid for the rest three years, or to somehow get the advantage of friends. It was around this where confusion rolled in. She only intended to 'use' her friends to keep her reputation and get assistance, if, say, she took a sick day. And indeed, when speaking of her three friends she did use that word ('use') without reminding herself every five seconds. However, while being in their presence, Zephillla laughed a real laugh along with them, content, barely thinking of manipulating them. Maybe the girl was simply yearning for people to surround her and would latch onto anything to do so.
Two-thirds of the way through the school she encountered the possibility of homeschooling. After wrapping up that year, Zephillla started to run away for small chunks of time, bringing books to teach herself. Proving herself, looking at it from higher lens. It led her parents to embracing the concept of homeschooling up 'till 18 years of age. Not because Zephilla proved herself, but because it'd block her from running away completely. Be mindful of the fact that she had information, attained from the internet, at her disposal.
18 years old. It struck Zephillla. She moved as southeast the bottom borders of Holland. (Zephillla had grown to relish change instead of fear it.) She'd been uneasy about living close to water, but not for drowning reasons; Zephillla moved smoothly in water. Aquarius was her horoscope, and she could swim...water represented her. Zephillla was afraid of herself the most. What exactly is unknown. On a similar note, turning 18 never meant she automatically absorbed random knowledge and direction in her life. Ha! As if. Having more freedoms, after being trapped under the vigilant gaze of her parents, sounded phenomenal. Inspired, Zephilla began to gather material from her earlier years and take notes to produce a film, pieces of art, and writing, about her history so far. Just for kicks, she could compose music to set the tones and mood.
Enter the artist's block.
Due to it all being notes, setting a time and place to accomplish her self-assigned project wasn't required. Zephillla's studies kept flowing. Thinking and retrieving material/information from her past were supposed to be enough hindrances. That path took another route; she lagged behind on the ideas she felt were right. Stressing on her life and other factors (dealing with being bipolar, for instance) deprived her of much needed sleep. And in the event that Zephillla did hit the hay, nightmares plagued those next days. It felt like she was playing awful mind games with an unknown force. So when the dreams of a stranger dotted the dream horizon...let's say she was increasingly skeptical of her sanity, at least. Hell, it probably left Ann Arbor when she did and walked off a cliff.
Two years passed and the family of four moved yet again, this time to a gated community. It wasn't top-notch - that wouldn't be necessary - but it was safer than other dwellings. Her family moving this much was the effect of her father's job thriving well enough that he got called to work from other hospitals. Purely by coincidence, Zephillla and her best friend there were joined up by a teacher. Zephillla was actually supposed to show her to-be-friend the ropes, since their first day of school was delayed about a day or two.
Is number two Zephillla's unlucky number? Or could it be silent revenge from even numbers, since she's fonder of odd numbers? No quantities of thinking'll prevent these next two years, and honestly, it was another major portion of what molded Zephillla's core. That year was the cutoff year where all the students in that grade from the district would have to choose and change schools, being separated further. This young lady chose to pursue the elegant French language; meanwhile, her closest friend chose Spanish. They acquired new friends from their new groups, the latter having a more enjoyable time with it. Zephillla retreated to her computer to gain 'real' friends. She could be herself there. In school, she was forced to either remain the one isolated, intelligent kid for the rest three years, or to somehow get the advantage of friends. It was around this where confusion rolled in. She only intended to 'use' her friends to keep her reputation and get assistance, if, say, she took a sick day. And indeed, when speaking of her three friends she did use that word ('use') without reminding herself every five seconds. However, while being in their presence, Zephillla laughed a real laugh along with them, content, barely thinking of manipulating them. Maybe the girl was simply yearning for people to surround her and would latch onto anything to do so.
Two-thirds of the way through the school she encountered the possibility of homeschooling. After wrapping up that year, Zephillla started to run away for small chunks of time, bringing books to teach herself. Proving herself, looking at it from higher lens. It led her parents to embracing the concept of homeschooling up 'till 18 years of age. Not because Zephilla proved herself, but because it'd block her from running away completely. Be mindful of the fact that she had information, attained from the internet, at her disposal.
18 years old. It struck Zephillla. She moved as southeast the bottom borders of Holland. (Zephillla had grown to relish change instead of fear it.) She'd been uneasy about living close to water, but not for drowning reasons; Zephillla moved smoothly in water. Aquarius was her horoscope, and she could swim...water represented her. Zephillla was afraid of herself the most. What exactly is unknown. On a similar note, turning 18 never meant she automatically absorbed random knowledge and direction in her life. Ha! As if. Having more freedoms, after being trapped under the vigilant gaze of her parents, sounded phenomenal. Inspired, Zephilla began to gather material from her earlier years and take notes to produce a film, pieces of art, and writing, about her history so far. Just for kicks, she could compose music to set the tones and mood.
Enter the artist's block.
Due to it all being notes, setting a time and place to accomplish her self-assigned project wasn't required. Zephillla's studies kept flowing. Thinking and retrieving material/information from her past were supposed to be enough hindrances. That path took another route; she lagged behind on the ideas she felt were right. Stressing on her life and other factors (dealing with being bipolar, for instance) deprived her of much needed sleep. And in the event that Zephillla did hit the hay, nightmares plagued those next days. It felt like she was playing awful mind games with an unknown force. So when the dreams of a stranger dotted the dream horizon...let's say she was increasingly skeptical of her sanity, at least. Hell, it probably left Ann Arbor when she did and walked off a cliff.
- Mother (59)
- Father (58)
- Younger Brother (18 1/2)
Born in a family of four, Zephillla has a brother younger than her by about 4 1/4 years. Her father is a successful transplant surgeon and her mother an fairly good ENT (otolaryngologist) with some interests & volunteering on the side.
She was also the one who convinced them to adopt a hamster when she was nine. Later, a decision crept upon her then ten-year-old self: exchange her beloved rodent for two siblings? They would keep each other company, or so the young'un thought. It wasn't too long after that they displayed aggressive behaviors toward one another and were forced to be separated.
At fourteen years of age, Zephillla adopted a sky blue Budgerigar parakeet, since it was the grey duckling in the cage. All the others were green. When she finally began working at the place for her ornithology interests instead of merely a volunteer (18 years), the parakeet eventually became one of the organization's pet companions, and she allowed him to be. The following year, Zephilla adopted a female black and white kitten she named Domino... Domino is almost three years old now.
She was also the one who convinced them to adopt a hamster when she was nine. Later, a decision crept upon her then ten-year-old self: exchange her beloved rodent for two siblings? They would keep each other company, or so the young'un thought. It wasn't too long after that they displayed aggressive behaviors toward one another and were forced to be separated.
At fourteen years of age, Zephillla adopted a sky blue Budgerigar parakeet, since it was the grey duckling in the cage. All the others were green. When she finally began working at the place for her ornithology interests instead of merely a volunteer (18 years), the parakeet eventually became one of the organization's pet companions, and she allowed him to be. The following year, Zephilla adopted a female black and white kitten she named Domino... Domino is almost three years old now.
- Excellent imagination, she can craft words or art with this skill.
- Gets inspired/motivated easily.
- Peacemaker and usually fair leader in a group (due to her personal 'eye for an eye' rule); people who know her look in her direction for assistance or for keeping secrets, as she can understand a wide variety of people well.
- Gets discouraged easily.
- Distractions affect her a ton, whether it's a random thought, an object, something happening around her, or even a person.
- She's confused by who she is, often contradicting herself and her ideas, therefore depending on support to nod at her.
- Has a difficult time paying attention to the present directly (at a smaller scale), right then and there, half the time tormenting her with stress.
(example of preferred types of dresses & example of Domino's affectionate acts toward Zephillla)
(Representing an episode of hypomania)
"Never felt so all alone
I think about my granddad's eyes,
And they always send me home
I can almost hear him now
Gotta make him proud"
"This dream burns inside of me,
And I can't just let it go
There's still so much that I don't know
I keep my eyes wide open
Bless this ground, unbroken
I'm about to make my way
Heaven help me keep my faith
And my eyes wide open, yeah
All I have is just this moment
And I don't want to miss a second
'Cause it could all be gone in an instant
Yeah, in an instant"
(Representing an episode of depression)
”Somewhere in the world there, is a father and a mother
And the father is a son, who has a mother
The mother has a daughter who gets married to the brother of a mother
And they all just tryna multiply with one another
'Cause that's just the way of the world
It never ends till the end, then you start again
That's just the way of the world
That's just the way of the world
Somewhere in the world, they think they're working for themselves
They get up everyday to go to work for someone else
And somebody works for them and, so, they think they got it made
But they're all just working to get paid the very same
And so, they keep on twiddlin' them thumbs
Skiddly-dee-da-dum"
Name Pronounciation :: Zeh-feel-yah
Reason Behind Name :: There's three 'l's in her name because she's the third with "Zephi___a" as a name. The first was named Zephila. Her mother was the second, named Zephilla. Then there's herself, Zephillla. Don't worry, there won't be a fourth. Heh.
Ethnicity :: Hispanic, born in Peru.
Languages :: Spanish, Quechua, English, French, and she is currently learning German.
Note on Education :: She's going to take a gap year after wrapping up her current year.
Extra References ::
Zephillla after lingering in a humid and/or uncomfortably warm room, or after sweating. Her hair not only tangles up, but also poofs outward.
Hair in wind, clearly without sweating [much], tears circling like sharks on the bottom of her now-bright eyes.
Quote with a side photo of Zephillla, chest heaving, covering her face with her hands in despair.
Reason Behind Name :: There's three 'l's in her name because she's the third with "Zephi___a" as a name. The first was named Zephila. Her mother was the second, named Zephilla. Then there's herself, Zephillla. Don't worry, there won't be a fourth. Heh.
Ethnicity :: Hispanic, born in Peru.
Languages :: Spanish, Quechua, English, French, and she is currently learning German.
Note on Education :: She's going to take a gap year after wrapping up her current year.
Extra References ::
Zephillla after lingering in a humid and/or uncomfortably warm room, or after sweating. Her hair not only tangles up, but also poofs outward.
Hair in wind, clearly without sweating [much], tears circling like sharks on the bottom of her now-bright eyes.
Quote with a side photo of Zephillla, chest heaving, covering her face with her hands in despair.
Zephillla Sebastian
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They met/bonded over an art community platform...deviantArt haha.
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"Call me May Bee."
Pronounced "Maybe" (just wanted to have fun with this)
Very flighty character. Busy, busy, busy. Forgetful.
Pronounced "Maybe" (just wanted to have fun with this)
Very flighty character. Busy, busy, busy. Forgetful.
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MAIN THEME SONG
APPEARANCE
Her physical features and faunus qualities are based off this lil' dog. To distinguish her animal as a dog in the first place, she acquired its brown tail.
Here are her paw pads (the amalgamate/middle hand and foot pads). Unfortunately, there's more than a few animals that have similar paw pads, which is why Wyca was provided with a tail.
Here are her paw pads (the amalgamate/middle hand and foot pads). Unfortunately, there's more than a few animals that have similar paw pads, which is why Wyca was provided with a tail.
She has deep, darkish green eyes, and a splash of freckles across her nose. Her body is a tad short for her age, and her hair is medium length.
NAME
Wycanwyndeaux Laelaps
GENDER
Female
AGE
Turned 17 a week prior to her first day.
SPECIES
Faunus (brown collie [dog] mix)
SEXUAL ORIENTATION
Heterosexual
TEAM
WNTR
WHERE ARE THEY FROM
One of the southernmost points habitable by humans/faunus in Vacuo.
AURA / SEMBLANCE
Her aura's colour is a dark, intense shade of blueish-purple, similar (if not the same) to the colour used for Wyca's name up at the top.
Cybercaper
A handy semblance that may be an offensive or defensive move, or neither, this allows Wyca to slip through technology. For instance, camera systems, computer systems, and scrolls. It's really a lively dance, as opposed to 'silently slipping in', thus explaining the 'caper' part of the name. If there is some sort of hindrance - defense systems, firewalls, viruses, etc. - she must think rapidly in order to elude those, hopping around inside the targeted technology. Wyca's personality lines up well with this. Depending on the path she takes through it, Wyca may choose to pay enough attention to her "surroundings" to gain information inside. She could reprogram it (change the code). However, the longer she remains inside her victim, the higher stakes rise. Tripping up means the technology recognizes her as a hostile intruder. It can harm her physically and/or mentally; that is unique to each situation, although, again, that one thing is the same... if discovered, drastic/major injuries are determined by the longer time spent inside.
Other possible dangers include the technology being shut off or shut down completely from outside. In this scenario, Wyca is quite literally trapped inside. Her first step is always to code in an air supply.
There is limited space for her to move around. That's why it's better to be near the 'core', or where most of the controls are near when this happens. Good thing she's not claustrophobic. Still, coding the system to turn on takes a tremendously long time and causes small to medium-sized permanent scars on her skin.
Large-sized scars only occur if the technology is broken or crushed, from outside as well. Wyca pops out from where she was lingering inside at that moment.
That's the physical pain.
The mental consequence is drowsiness. Because the technology is 'sleeping', Wyca has to also fend off sleep. This is the mental downsides during a technological shut down/off.
Her semblance is something Wyca can improve on. She tests things out while programming and fiddling around with technology, and uses knowledge earned there when diving inside. Focus is another aspect of Wyca's semblance that can be worked on. To enter the desired technology, Wyca focuses her mind on getting in, picturing herself already wading inside all the code. She's trying to refine her skills with completing this process quicker.
PERSONALITY (At least a paragraph)
[quick notes:
Runs on trust and respect, but understands other people run on other core values
Mischievous
Very patient
Humble
Understanding
Fairly Social
Wyca has extreme firm trust in her closest friends & family, which is why she is barely affected by threats toward them. Part of it also is that she tends to think with her brain instead of her heart; that doesn't mean she's cold, she simply "logics" things out. She won't mind assisting them; she just doesn't, or hardly, react when they're threatened. (Explain negatives to this.)
Although she obeys to rules in general, she doesn't mind breaking the smaller ones. If it's an emergency though, she'll break larger rules without a problem. She pictures her "relationship" with rules as a simple handshake, befriending them... not overdoing it towards any of the two extremes, like one would do to a friend. Respect.]
BIO (1-3 paragraphs)
Bizarre describes Wyca's family fairly well. Technically, that would be two families.
Legend says that once upon a time there was a dog Faunus and a fox Faunus. The former was smitten the latter upon having been partnered up temporarily for an errand at work. Classic, yes? He had been sent to fetch her after the assignment finished, since his canine family was all about trust and loyalty, and supported his decision to court her. Inevitably, flaws bloomed in the dog Faunus' dream of a marriage. For one thing, this particular part-fox's family was...rather shady. Mysterious. Those folks were known for their clever instinct. Not to mention they were experts at escaping. He wasn't keen on attempting to befriend them, straight from the beginning. Smart dog- his strategy, not so much. Slowly but surely, the plan sought to distance the fox Faunus and her family. Possibly by causing her to adore his own family until she scarcely spoke to hers.
Her sly nature slipped past his mind.
Then one day, they were both held up in an town. The town resided on an island. A severe hurricane warning was going to storm past (pardon the pun) the border facing the continent it belonged to. He caught up to the female Faunus, who was less experienced at escaping than her elders, and informed her of his intentions.
"Hmm... let me think... welllll, would you look at that. I'd rather not," drawled the fox Faunus.
His ears drooped. "I'm sorry, but this isn't a choice, you'll have to. I'm taking you with me. You'll adore my family, I promise, love," said he.
She smirked. He swooned. Offering her nimble hand, she smoothly proceeded, deciding she liked his optimistic spirit- just a tiny bit. "I'll spin you a deal. I'll travel with you." A pause for dramatic effect. The part-dog held his breath. "Only if you agree to making our families eternally linked."
And so they left the town, a compromise reached, each with satisfied thoughts churning in their head. The town was called Wycanwyndeaux.
Her sly nature slipped past his mind.
Then one day, they were both held up in an town. The town resided on an island. A severe hurricane warning was going to storm past (pardon the pun) the border facing the continent it belonged to. He caught up to the female Faunus, who was less experienced at escaping than her elders, and informed her of his intentions.
"Hmm... let me think... welllll, would you look at that. I'd rather not," drawled the fox Faunus.
His ears drooped. "I'm sorry, but this isn't a choice, you'll have to. I'm taking you with me. You'll adore my family, I promise, love," said he.
She smirked. He swooned. Offering her nimble hand, she smoothly proceeded, deciding she liked his optimistic spirit- just a tiny bit. "I'll spin you a deal. I'll travel with you." A pause for dramatic effect. The part-dog held his breath. "Only if you agree to making our families eternally linked."
And so they left the town, a compromise reached, each with satisfied thoughts churning in their head. The town was called Wycanwyndeaux.
Growing up, Wyca had been born into the dog family. They weren't particularly wealthy, but it turned out the two families supported each other well, especially when they weren't quarreling, which was merely a third of the time now. As a result, both sides had enough money and resources to not starve every month. And if they did, it was once per year or two years, no more.
Anyway. Both her parents were different kinds of Faunus, and she was also an only child. Although her mother was born and bred in Vacuo, her father was originally from Mistral, so he had creative blood running though his veins, for sure. Wyca's mother was quite an artistic Faunus herself, too.
both parents were Faunus > father was a Faunus, stayed in Vacuo to keep training with the other family Faunus in the Faunus ways > father became widower (Wyca 13 1/2 yrs) > sent to Atlas, father figured she would be able to spend two years and a half there to familiarize herself and then apply (14 1/4) > found mentor, stopped for a two years and three quarters > Atlas academy
WEAPONS
Last Call ; main weapon
She named it for the irony (that is an example of her mischievousness)
With Love and Your Psychotherapist ; mini sidearms
LIKES (At least 3)
😎
😎
😎
DISLIKES (At least 3)
😞
😞
😞
STRENGTHS (3-5)
➶
➶
➶
➶
WEAKNESSES (3-5)
➴
➴
➴
➴
OTHER THEME SONGS
Five Finger Death Punch - I Apoligize
Owl City - To The Sky
Imagine Dragons - Who We Are
EXTRA
While relaxing in a building where she's temporarily staying, or her home, Wyca sets up something like the drawings beneath this. It's messy, but it's her way of chilling.
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Wyca is based off the legend of Laelaps (the dog) & the Teumessian fox.
NAME
Wycaria Laelaps
AGE
22
SEX
Female
PHENOTYPE
Faunus, Siberian husky
APPEARANCE
Wyca's appearance can best be described with three phases: child, pre-Atlas Academy/pre-WNTR, and current.
As a child, her messy, chestnut brown hair hung down to waist-hip length. She wore light clothing: a tank top and shorts, usually.
Several traits that have persevered throughout Wyca’s life are the following:
Her skin is medium-light, dark enough to tell she’s related to her Vacuan family, but not enough to be pale like her father’s. Her height is on the shorter side of the spectrum for average height. Dusty rose has also, always, been her eye colour. Due to being used to coding all the time, her fingers are constantly moving. If they aren’t, she tends to feel rather paranoid.
NATIONALITY
Vacuan, because she was born there. Only her father was Mistralese.
WEAPON
Last Call ; main weapon, long distance
"Last Call, Grimm! Then you DIE!"
Wyca‘s main weapon is similar to Velvet Scarlatina’s [in the actual RWBY show]. She also utilizes a hand-held camera to take photos of other people’s weapons, acting as a conduit to create solid “light copies” of them. However, in replacement of Velvet’s toolbox, Wyca carries small, electronic pocket books. Each page has a brief summary of the weapon. The less complex it is, the less space it takes up; for instance, a simple pistol with bullets may only fill up 3/4 of a page. Every one of her books has a certain limit to the amount of weapons able to be stored, depending on how many pages there are.
To initially use a weapon, Wyca must transfer it by connecting her camera and electronic pocket book wirelessly. Her Semblance syncs naturally with Last Call, because to modify a weapon, she need merely to hop into the book. Behind the short synopsis lies its code.
Whenever a weapon is taken out and fought with, it only remains for about a minute. As mentioned before, it’ll appear as a solid “light copy”. They all appear transparent, like Velvet’s, but are outlined in Wyca’s blue-purple aura colour instead. After that, its description and code vanishes from her books, and Wyca loses memory of it. She’d have to encounter the same weapon again in real life, take a photo, and transfer it into her books.
Wyca keeps her books magnetized to multiple bands, fit for her arms, legs, head, or waist. Since she has to physically have the pocket books on her, not all of them are attached to her during each fight. If there happens to be a surprise attack, without her library of books, Wyca certainly has a limit to the amount of weapons she can use.
With Love and My Psychotherapist ; mini sidearms, short distance
"With Love... me. Byeeee~"
"My Psychotherapist told me that you'll damage my health. HahahaHAHAHA- nope, I'm definitely sane."
These two are backup weapons; nothing more, nothing less. They are pistols charged by Dust. Wyca was drawn to the Forge to help boost their capabilities. Her mentor has been bugging her to not be so reliant on her Last Call, and now she’s finally swayed and complied, agreeing to do so.
SEMBLANCE
Cybercaper
A handy semblance that may be an offensive or defensive move, this allows Wyca to slip through technology. For instance, camera systems, computer systems, and scrolls. It's really a lively dance, as opposed to 'silently slipping in', thus explaining the 'caper' part of the name. If there is some sort of hindrance - defense systems, firewalls, viruses, etc. - she must think rapidly in order to elude those, trotting around inside the targeted technology. Wyca's personality lines up well with this.
She can use it offensively by he reprograming the tech (changing the code). Defensively, she can escape to the technology, transporting/coding herself device to device.
Coding something wrongly results in physical cuts and scrapes on her body. Large-sized scars only are inflicted upon her if the technology is broken or crushed from the outside. At the same time, Wyca is forced/thrusted/shoved out.
Other possible dangers include the technology being shut down/off completely from the outside. In this scenario, Wyca is quite literally trapped inside.
The mental consequence is drowsiness. During a technological shut down/off on the technology, she'll have to fend off sleep, because the technology is considered to be 'sleeping'. When she doesn't accomplish that, she's stuck inside of it until it's turned back on, and then she wakes.
Her semblance is something Wyca can improve on. She tests things out while programming and fiddling around with technology, and uses knowledge earned there when diving inside. Focus is another aspect of Wyca's semblance that can be worked on. To enter the desired technology, Wyca focuses her mind on getting in, picturing herself already wading inside all the code. She's trying to refine her skills with completing this process quicker.
AURA COLOUR
An intense, dark shade of blueish-purple.
TEAM
WNTR from Atlas Academy.
EMBLEM
(The blueish-purple infinity sign is in the middle, the color of her aura.)
PERSONALITY
Wycaria has evolved an awful lot, and at a swift rate. Initially, in her town in Vacuo, she was naive about the extremity of hostility in the rest of Remnant. She was given the option to heighten her understanding early back then, due to her father's travel stories. Nevertheless, they were mere jumbles of words and plots to her child ears. Her mind filtered out the reality, combining stories with artistic ideas passed down by her mother. Dogs, naturally, run on trust and respect. Her playmates, elders and leaders of the entire pack could be trusted. One property over, the Faunus fox family gifted her with mischievousness. All those three traits Wyca has held up in her mind, despite her drastic change of perspectives in the future.
The first of these began during her time spent whilst being sent off to Atlas. She had to stay social as to not raise attention, without leaking out too much of her own information. Once Wyca found her mentor, purely by accident (or so she believes, since it was really her father's doing), she became too impatient. Intent on learning something new and yearning to howl about how she always had to distance herself, once Wyca found out he was okay towards Faunus, she barged in and claimed them connected, accepting the contract he'd mysteriously already had written instantaneously. His first lesson to her had been patience. If it had been anyone other than her mentor, she'd surely have been thrown out with bruises as a reward for taking a colossal risk. Wyca's still working on patience to this day.
Over time she's realized how right her father's stories were, and how ignorant she'd chosen to be. She gained humility and understanding for other people and their core values and compromises well. Wyca will definitely stress and think about it, even after she's fought or departed from them. She's hesitant in her own ideals, attempting to weigh and perfect them constantly.
Wyca's possesses intense, firm trust in her closest friends and family. She's hardly affected by threats toward them. Assisting them isn't the problem; it's her barely perceptible reaction to threats, if there's any, believing that they'll know how to evade such threats. After WNTR's collapse, that aspect has been withdrawn considerably. Wyca is slightly protective than before. More than that, WNTR's collapse has exaggerated her previous fretting into anxiety whenever she hears bonds of friendship start to tear apart. Still, she doesn't mind telling her own experiences, including her latest failure.
BACKGROUND
Growing up, Wyca had been born into the dog family. They weren't particularly wealthy, but through an ancestral bond created long before she was born, the dogs were bonded to the fox family. It turned out the two supported each other fairly well, especially when they weren't quarreling. As a result, both sides had enough money and resources to not starve every year, though barely.
Anyway, both her parents were dog Faunus and she was their only child. Although her mother was born and bred in Vacuo, her father was originally from Mistral. He'd experienced harsh discrimination inside and out. While travelling to Vacuo, he'd passed by Vale. It seemed considerably less cold toward him compared to his home continent, and he wanted his child to 'live the world', not live the rest of her life protected and ignorant. Her mother was artistic and a bit of a daydreamer. Their partnership functioned in harmony. Wyca was sent off to the Atlas academy, a place neither of them had been to. They figured she could familiarize herself with the landscape and communities in Atlas for 2 1/2 years.
That plan failed. She wasn't alone. On her way there, she found a male human from Atlas, in Vale. He'd already finished the academy in Atlas, four years older than Wyca. He mentored her on learning and surviving as a Faunus, and how to uphold her honour and dignity. Wyca received an extraordinary head start due to the information he shared.
timeline; both parents were Faunus > father from Mistral stayed in Vacuo to keep training with the other dog family Faunus in the Faunus ways > sent to Atlas, father figured she would be able to spend two years and a half there to familiarize herself and then apply (14 1/4 yrs. old) > found mentor in Vale, stopped for a two years and three quarters (17 yrs. old) > Atlas academy for four years (22 yrs. old)
LIKES
- howling
- running and sprinting
- snow and wind
- painting
- storytelling
- the scent of pine trees and pine cones
- songs and carols
- high altitudes, like snowy mountains
- grooming her tail
- all games, any games
- challenges and solving complicated problems
- balancing things out
- marshmallows as treats
- meat
DISLIKES
- caffeine (only drinks natural teas made by her)
- crowded cities
- severe problems between friends and family
- sand
- people who think they hold the key to Remnant
- people who refuse to learn
- beaches, oceans, and pools
- anything unbalanced in her life
- insects, fleas
STRENGTHS
- Long-distance. Her Last Call is an extension of this fortitude, which must be prepared beforehand. Given the correct weapon, she can be an excellent sniper. Her skill with short-distance isn’t lacking, though, with all the different weapons she’s tried. It’s only that she’s more comfortable with long-distance at the moment, since a grand percentage of her experience is with Last Call.
- Creativity, specifically for weapon building. She’s average with physically constructing weapons, but because she has designed additions to weapons to code, Wyca is familiar with the process.
WEAKNESSESS
- Panic attacks. These are minimum and rarely stabilize. If the circumstances plummet to such chaos that they they do manifest, they’re severe, a fiery hurricane of panic. She’s been prescribed techniques to practice for them, but unless other people/friends/family around her assist Wyca, it’ll take too long to calm her down. Problems prompted by the panic attacks are in effect as well, either before or after them; for instance, insomnia.
RELATIONSHIPS
None currently. She's beginning to develop a certain fondness for her mentor, but she's confused about it.
HEX CODE
6B5BB2
THEME
Five Finger Death Punch - Wrong Side of Heaven
Five Finger Death Punch - Remember Everything
Owl City - To The Sky
OTHER
Wyca is verrrrry, incredibly messy. While relaxing in a building where she's temporarily staying, or her home, Wyca sets up something like this:
Child Wyca
Pre-Atlas Academy/Pre-WNTR breakup
Current Wyca
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Macabre Nimblue
Quote, character theme, or whatever tickles your fancy.
Name
Macabre Nimblue
Age
18
Gender
Female
Appearance
Complexion: light skin tone
Facial features: grey eyes, high cheekbones, round face, slightly longer face vertically
Hair: born red, wavy-curly, long mullet style
Proportions: 5’0” height, average lightweight, slim but not skinny/thin
Clothing: comfortable with wearing both women's and men's clothing
Facial features: grey eyes, high cheekbones, round face, slightly longer face vertically
Hair: born red, wavy-curly, long mullet style
Proportions: 5’0” height, average lightweight, slim but not skinny/thin
Clothing: comfortable with wearing both women's and men's clothing
Personality
Once provoked, she possesses a fiery temper. Since she was a mere child, it has run on a short leash. She is also a huge fan of killing, maiming, and/or dissecting any living being or thing, be it alive, dead or inanimate. Regarding most aspects, she isn't choosy, ranging from foods, to jobs, to people. However, when certain, clear procedures aren't completed in order, correct to the letter, she becomes quite agitated or irritated with so-called 'incompetent human beings'. She enjoys being her truest self and won't mind braving things solo - despite that, she's addicted to mingling with people, like an extrovert. She'll immediately turn down partying or drinking, though, due to past negative experiences with not being on alert/on guard.
Quirks:
Habits:
Usual mood:
Quirks:
Habits:
Usual mood:
Background
Macabre is born an illegitimate child to a lawyer and maid. The lawyer is her father, and his wife is an active duty sniper. They had a son a year before Macabre was born. When his wife is about to return for a more amount of time, six years after Macabre’s birth, her father decides to quickly visit a close friend in another country, in order to hide her. He takes both children with him. On the ride back, his legitimate son dies. He’s stressed financially, so to conceal it, he dresses Macabre up as his dead son. It works.
(If it's been a while since dinosaurs took over, then have the wife be an active duty sniper for the state and must travel different parts of the world to snipe dinosaurs.)
Currently the adopted daughter of a scientist and a something.
(If it's been a while since dinosaurs took over, then have the wife be an active duty sniper for the state and must travel different parts of the world to snipe dinosaurs.)
Currently the adopted daughter of a scientist and a something.
Miscellaneous
I was inspired by pirates Annie Bonny and Mary Read to write this one.
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Name: :)
Nickname: The Caterpillar, The Purple Caterpillar
Gender: Female
Age: :)
Looks: :)
Personality: :)
History: :)
Job: :)
Crush: :)
Other: :)
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Nickname: The Caterpillar, The Purple Caterpillar
Gender: Female
Age: :)
Looks: :)
Personality: :)
History: :)
Job: :)
Crush: :)
Other: :)
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