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The Bunny

Katsuo had his share of strange experiences while interning for Arasaka. The one that broke him and even remains a mystery to him to this day was when he was given a company credit card and was given a memo that said:

Buy a seven-foot rabbit, make sure it's white, and deliver it to Conference Room B by 3:00PM. Do not ask questions.

No further explanation. No budget range. No contact person. No indication whether it was a joke, a hazing ritual, or some deep Arasaka psychological test.

Katsuo, already on edge from the usual soul-grinding expectations, raced to arrange the purchase. It wasn't easy — he had to tap into event supply companies, pull favors, and personally pick it up because it couldn’t be trusted to a regular delivery service. It barely fit into the back of his driver, Maxim’s car. (Maxim did not even ask questions. He just sighed heavily.)

When Katsuo finally delivered it — sweaty, stressed, questioning all his life choices — the conference room was empty. No one there. No event happening. Just a small printed sign taped to the door that read:

Leave the rabbit. Close the door.

He never found out who requested it, why they needed it, or what happened to it afterward. It was cleared out of the room by the end of the day. Rumors floated around that it was part of some executive's bizarre “stress therapy session” or a prank between two high-ranking board members, but no one ever confirmed it.

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"I CANNOT SHOW ANY WEAKNESS" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue for those who think they need to be tough at all times to get through a difficult situation, adjust as necessary

i don't have time for games, [name].

you can't stop me.

these people are counting on me to save them.

every second i wait, every moment i take for myself, is another life lost.

i'm not willing to put anyone else's life on the line.

i have to be tougher than this.

you taught me to be strong.

i'm not giving up.

there's no time to waste.

you stay behind. i'm leaving.

that's not a risk i'm willing to take.

there's no time to sit and chat. i have to keep going.

i'm not tired.

i was just resting my eyes.

you're imagining things.

i'm perfectly fine continuing on.

we have to pick up the pace.

they're counting on me to fix this.

there are so many lives at stake.

we can't slow down.

don't ask me to take a break.

i wasn't crying.

i can't let them see me falter.

there's no time for breaks.

i don't need sleep. i need answers.

i'm not wasting another second on this.

we have to figure out a way around it.

get up. we're going.

we're finding another way through.

if i have to break the door down, i will.

so many people are counting on me.

i can't afford to fail.

i can't let them see me quit.

there's no room for failure.

too many lives are at stake for me to just sit here and do nothing.

they need a hero.

i'm not sitting around and waiting for someone to save me.

i don't have time for this.

i can do this on my own.

get out of my way. let me try.

move out of my way.

you're not going to stop me.

do you realize how many people are relying on me?

sometimes i think of the faces of those who died because i wasn't fast enough.

i'm not sticking around to find out.

let go of me. i'm leaving.

there has to be some way to stop them.

i haven't quit yet.

"giving up" isn't in my vocabulary.

i don't need you to look at it. i'll be fine.

it's just a flesh wound. it'll heal.

you can't make me stay here.

they put me in charge.

i can't afford to let anyone down.

i'm not strong enough.

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@spectredge continued from [x]

Katsuo didn’t flinch at Lucy’s words, even though they stung a little. He could tell by the tightness in her tone and the way her body leaned away from him that she was already half a breath from walking. Fine. He wasn’t here to make friends. He was here because he needed answers no one else would give him. Keeping his hands loose at his sides, Katsuo met her eyes evenly, voice level. "Maybe we won't end up on the same page. But I'm not here to argue with you. I'm not here to sell you anything. I’m here because you were there when it happened. You know things I’m never going to get from the official reports."

He paused for a beat, letting the weight of it hang between them. He could see her bristle, defensive, and he couldn't blame her. In another life, he might have reacted the same way if someone like him came knocking. But this wasn’t about loyalty to Arasaka, or about saving face. This was personal. Painfully personal. Katsuo's voice dropped a little lower, quieter but firmer. "My father… He was a lot of things. Some of them, not good. I know that better than anyone. But I need the truth about how he died. Not the propaganda, not the half-assed 'investigations.' Just the facts. Whatever you saw. Whatever you heard."

For a moment, his mask cracked, and a flash of raw emotion crossed his face — not sadness exactly, but something more desperate, more hollow. "You have no reason to help me. I get that. You don't owe me a damn thing. But…" He forced a breath through his nose. "I’m not looking for revenge. I’m not looking to spin this into some corpo sob story. I just—" He cut himself off, setting his jaw tightly. "I just want the truth. Closure. Whatever scraps I can get."

Katsuo shifted his weight, pulling his jacket tighter around himself like armor. He was trying hard not to sound like he was begging, but a part of him was. He had exhausted every other avenue — police stonewalling, Arasaka PR burying it under layers of legal bullshit, his own contacts too scared to dig deeper. Lucy was the last thread he could tug. "You can tell me to fuck off after if you want. Hell, I’ll even disappear after this. But please…" His voice nearly cracked, but he steadied it. "Please just tell me what you saw."

He didn’t expect sympathy. He didn’t even expect civility. But there was a small, fragile part of him that hoped maybe — just maybe — Lucy understood what it meant to lose someone and be left with nothing but lies. Maybe she'd had her own moment of reaching into the dark, desperate for even a broken piece of the truth. Maybe that was enough. "No corpo bullshit. No games. Just two people, right here, right now. You have my word."

And for once, Katsuo actually meant it.

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@cyberpawn asks: ❝  don’t take this the wrong way,  but you don’t quite look well.  ❞ | CONVERSATIONAL  SENTENCE  STARTERS  

Katsuo lets out a low, unamused chuckle, dragging a hand down his face as if that alone could wipe the haze from his features. His eyes, still a little glassy from the lingering effects, flick toward Vale with a mix of annoyance and reluctant amusement.

❝Yeah? Well, don’t take this the wrong way, but I didn’t exactly wake up this morning planning to star in a one-man existential crisis. Shit snuck up on me, Vale. Thought I could handle it. Thought it’d help me shut off the noise for a while.❞ He exhales slowly, the breath shaky but controlled, like someone trying to reclaim their rhythm.

He shifts in his seat, straightening up with effort, the bravado slowly crawling its way back into his posture—but not fully. ❝Was supposed to be a break, y’know? One night to stop feeling like I’m three steps behind some invisible deadline. Instead, it turned into a head-trip with more mirrors than answers. Had a nice chat with my reflection, too—turns out he’s kind of an asshole.❞ Katsuo smirks faintly, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

After a beat, he leans back and lets his gaze drift off. ❝Don’t worry, I’m not about to spiral. Just… got caught slipping. Happens to the best of us, right? Besides, you ever met a merc in this city who doesn’t have their own personal chemical escape plan? Mine just decided to punch back tonight.❞

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Katsuo chuckles quietly as he rubs his leg beneath the table where her kick landed—not in pain, but in realization that he had crossed a line without intending to. His voice softens, the edge of corporate wit falling away as he leans forward, resting his arms casually on the table between them.

❝You’re right… I was being a jerk. Not the fun kind, either. Just the dumb kind. I forget sometimes that not everyone plays this game like I do… and maybe that’s a good thing.❞ His gaze lingers on her for a second longer, sincere, steady. ❝I see how much this means to you, Masuyo. And I respect the hell out of it.❞

He runs a hand through his hair, expression somewhere between sheepish and thoughtful. ❝I tease you because I know you’re strong enough to push back. But I also know how heavy that strength gets when you’re the only one carrying it. I never meant to make you feel like I don’t take you or your work seriously. Hell, if anyone gets what it’s like to stake your identity on something that people don’t fully understand—it’s me.❞ A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, not mocking but familiar, warm. ❝And for the record? You’re not easy to mess with. You’re just real. And that’s rare where we come from.❞

His tone drops, more subdued now. ❝You don’t owe me an apology. I should’ve read the room better. Just… don’t shut me out because I run my mouth sometimes. You’re not alone in this, alright? You never have to be.❞ He gives her a nod—not dramatic, not performative—just a quiet affirmation that he hears her. And he means it.

Katsuo tilts his head slightly, his voice gentler now, curious rather than prying. ❝So tell me, Masuyo… what are you really trying to build with all this? Not the polished pitch or corpo buzzwords—I mean you. What does all of this mean to you, at the core?❞ His eyes stay locked on hers, no trace of mockery left, just a quiet interest—genuine, rare, and undistracted.

❝ Are you serious ?! You're such a jerk !! ❞

A light kick against his leg beneath the table, ugh... Just more of that corporate joking that she could never understand, why did everything have to be so confusing? As much as she was relieved it was only in harmless fun; she was the one who felt like a jerk.

Though, it only goes to show how deeply she cares about what she was doing, & isn't afraid to be defensive over it, either.

❝ You know how important the company is to me, what the heck... You're lucky I know how to keep my cool, Katsuo. ❞

Was she really that easy to mess with? Granted, she knew her dense nature made it difficult for her to process things, but she couldn't go on behaving like that, even if she didn't do anything.

A sigh of relief emits from her, relaxing more in her chair now that things were clearer between them, although her mood was now thrown way off.

❝ I'm sorry... Things are just too complicated for me to be taking any kind of slander towards what I'm trying to achieve. It isn't just a gig or some side project... It's become very personal. ❞

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Hannibal (2001) Sentences

(Sentences from Hannibal (2001). Adjust phrasing where needed)

"So, I take it you've seen the coverage in the papers and on television?"

"Look, I'm here to help you. It's going to be a lot harder to do with a combative attitude."

"I wasn't speaking to you. When I speak to you, you'll know it because I'll look at you."

"Maybe you're incapable of being happy."

"It's perfectly au naturel to want to taste the enemy."

"What is your worst memory of childhood?"

"Aren't you curious about why he dines on his victims?"

"People don't always tell you what they're thinking. They just see to it you don't advance in life."

"I prefer to stay involved to make sure that things go right."

"I must confess to you that I am giving very serious thought to eating your wife."

"Someday you'll thank me, or you won't. I don't care; you'll be alive."

"They don't like you because you're not like them. They hate you and they envy you."

"Are you by any chance trying to trace my whereabouts?"

"What if I harmed the ones who have harmed you? What if I made them scream apologies?"

"You were very, very warm. You were so close."

"Why don't you kill him? You could always say that it was me."

"What have you got in your hand? Something to bash me over the head with?"

"I don't think that's a good idea. Not with the morphine."

"Now you're being rude, and I hate rude people."

"I assure you, the next course is to die for."

"If you can't keep up with the conversation, better not to join in at all."

"Given the chance, you would deny me my life, wouldn't you?"

"Would they give you a medal, do you think? Would you have it professionally framed? Hang it on your wall to look at and remind you of your courage and incorruptibility?"

"Tell me, would you ever say 'stop' to me?"

"You're a very unusual boy, aren't you?"

"It is important to always try new things."

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// Yes, Katsuo definitely had made one of those viral bazaar morning routine videos. Complete with he dunking his face in expensive brand water, waking up insanely early, and strange skin care routines.

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'Tanaka, Katsuo. 50.3 seconds.'

He smirks, satisfied at his results. That put him in the top three in his class. He hoped that would be enough to make his father proud.

Katsuo had barely caught his breath from his own turn at the obstacle course when he heard David muttering under his breath. While most students would be relived that they had the opportunity to step away from the long AI ran lectures at a chance to experience a state of the art Arasaka obstacle course, the reality is that they were being graded on it and scores were being sent directly to recruiters.

The words were strange, almost like something out of a soldier’s training mantra. He tilted his head, wiping sweat from his brow, and smirked. More yet to come? What the hell was that supposed to mean? David always had that street-rat grit, but this was something else—like he was psyching himself up for a war, not a school obstacle course.

"Yo, Martinez," Katsuo called out, just loud enough for David to hear but without drawing too much attention. "You planning to run the course or storm a battlefield?" His tone was laced with amusement, but there was a flicker of curiosity behind it. For all the times he tormented David, this moment felt different. That kind of mindset—the way David was bracing himself—wasn't something he usually saw from the weaklings who washed out of Arasaka Academy.

Katsuo took a step forward, lowering his voice so only David could hear. "Don’t tell me you’re actually taking this seriously, choom." He scoffed, but there was a hint of something else in his tone—something he himself couldn't quite place. Annoyance? Intrigue? Maybe even a sliver of respect, buried deep beneath layers of rivalry and arrogance. "What, you think running harder’s gonna change anything?"

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" more yet to come. we trained for this. worse yet come. "

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Katsuo’s smirk falters just slightly as he catches the shift in Masuyo’s expression—that sharp, guarded look replacing the usual ease between them. He exhales, tilting his head as if reconsidering his approach before offering a softer chuckle. “Alright, alright. Maybe that was a bit much.” His tone is lighter now, not the usual corpo-slick smoothness but something closer to genuine. He leans forward, resting his forearms on the table as he meets her gaze. “You know I like messing with you. You make it too easy.” There’s a playful glint in his eyes, but underneath, there’s an unspoken acknowledgment—a quiet way of saying I didn’t mean to push you like that.

He waves a dismissive hand, as if trying to clear the air between them. “I wasn’t actually implying Wolf Corp’s got you in chains, Masu. You’re too damn capable for that.” A smirk returns, though this time, it lacks that biting edge from before. “But I’ll admit—maybe I just wanted to see if I could get under your skin a little. Didn’t think I’d strike a nerve.” He shrugs, taking a sip of his drink before setting it down with a small sigh. “So come on, don’t let me off easy now. If you’re gonna throw something at me, at least make it something expensive.”

This... Was new.

Before their encounters have been very normal, even friendly & concern was shown to either side when something was amiss, but this felt different. Masuyo had shared the details of Wolf Corp with Katsuo in confidence, he knew what she was & what she was capable of, he was the only other person she could speak to about the matters that went on.

But now, with the language he was using & chosen tone, the solo almost wanted to throw something at him.

Entertaining? Wasting her talent? On a leash? All caused something to stir within her chest, confusion & irritation mix into something quite awful, her expression changes slightly, into a more stern look. Masuyo is quiet for the most part before eventually piping up.

❝ My company is doing just fine. ❞

She still speaks as calmly as before, maybe she would have confided in him about what had really been going on, the setbacks the company faced, but this changed things.

❝ But I won't bore you with details. ❞

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@valheri asks:❝ was this not what you expected? ❞ | CONVERSATIONAL  SENTENCE  STARTERS  

Katsuo studies her for a long moment, his cybernetic optics whirring softly as they adjust to the neon glow of her long pigtails. His expression remains unreadable at first, caught between amusement and intrigue. Then, finally, he exhales a quiet chuckle, leaning back slightly. “You know, I was expecting something a little more… ghost in the machine. Faceless. The kind of netrunner who never leaves the dark.” His gaze flickers over her, taking in every detail—the sharpness in her eyes, the way she carries herself, the confidence in her stance. “But this? This is a statement.”

A smirk tugs at his lips as he crosses his arms. “Pink Demon, huh? You don’t just hide behind the screen—you make sure people remember you when you step out of it.” There’s something almost approving in his tone, though he wouldn’t outright admit it. “Gotta respect someone who knows how to control their image. Half the game is making sure people see you the way you want them to.” His eyes narrow slightly, still analyzing, still calculating. “So tell me, Valheri—now that I’ve seen the face behind the legend, should I be honored… or worried?”

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@dreamrcven asks: ❛did you come by for a reason or did you just want some company? ❜ | CONVERSATIONAL  SENTENCE  STARTERS  

A smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he settles into the chair across from her, adjusting the cuff of his immaculately tailored suit. “Would it be so hard to believe that I just enjoy your company?” he says smoothly, though there’s a knowing glint in his eyes that suggests otherwise. He picks up the menu, skimming it with feigned interest before setting it down just as quickly. “But if you must know, I had a few minutes to spare between meetings. Thought I’d see how Wolf Corp is treating you—make sure you’re not wasting your talent on busywork.”

He leans back slightly, watching her over the rim of his drink as he takes a slow sip. “Besides, Corpo Plaza gets dull when all you do is talk shop. You? You’re at least entertaining. Someone who actually understands how this city works.” His voice is casual, but there’s always that underlying edge of calculation, like he’s always measuring every word, every reaction. “So tell me, Masuyo—how’s life on the Wolf’s leash?”

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@neuroslayyer asks: ❛❛ don't you have to be stupid somewhere else? you look ridiculous in that outfit, by the way. ❜ | &. 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?)

Katsuo exhales sharply through his nose, more amused than offended. He tilts his head, adjusting the oni horn headband just slightly, making sure it sits at the perfect angle. “Tough talk from someone who looks like they crawled out of a Watson back alley,” he muses, his tone light, but with a razor-thin edge of mockery. He gestures vaguely at her outfit, as if her entire existence is some tragic fashion misstep. “You think throwing on some reinforced leathers and a few scratches on your boots makes you look like a real merc? Please. You’re just another street rat dressing the part.”

He leans in slightly, eyes narrowing behind the sleek, cyber-enhanced glare of his Arasaka-grade optics. “You wouldn’t understand the aesthetic, anyway. The mask, the horns—it’s legacy. Tradition. Strength.” He taps the side of the mask lightly, like it’s a symbol only the worthy can appreciate. “See, you fight your way up with grit, scraps, and desperation. Me? I wear my bloodline on my face. When people see this mask, they know exactly who I am. They know exactly what I represent. And that kind of recognition? You can’t earn that with a few cheap gigs and a smart mouth.”

Then, as if suddenly bored, he waves a dismissive hand in her direction. “But hey, if you’d rather blend into the gutter with the rest of the nobodies, that’s your problem. Just don’t expect me to take fashion advice from someone who probably buys their gear secondhand.” He turns, walking toward their destination without waiting for her response, the glow of neon city lights reflecting off the polished surface of his mask.

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@neuroslayyer asks: ❛ touch me, and you're dead. ❜ | &. 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?)

Katsuo raises an eyebrow at Minako’s blunt threat, his lips curling into an amused smirk. He leans back slightly, arms crossed in a way that deliberately highlights the Arasaka-grade cyberware running through his body. “Relax, princess,” he says smoothly, his tone dripping with condescending confidence. “I don’t need to lay a hand on you to get what I want. We’re here for business, not whatever gutter fantasy you think is playing in my head.” His eyes scan her up and down, not in a lecherous way, but with the calculating sharpness of a corpo-born predator, sizing up her skill, her gear, her weaknesses. “But if you’re that worried about getting touched, maybe you should ask yourself why you think you’re at risk. Fear, or arrogance?”

He shifts his weight, exhaling through his nose like he’s already bored of the conversation. “Either way, makes no difference to me. You do your job, I do mine, and we both get paid. Unless, of course, you’re looking to prove something—because in that case, I’d be happy to watch you try.” There’s no threat in his words, just a quiet, smug certainty that whatever fight she thinks she’d start, he’d be the one to finish.

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&. 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  various  dialogue  prompts  to  send  to  your  worst  enemy  (affectionate).  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ oh great, it's you again. ❜

❛ you? kill me? that's funny. ❜

❛ for being someone you hate, i'm sure on your mind a lot. ❜

❛ you're the last person i wanted to see, actually. ❜

❛ do us both a favor. stay away from me. ❜

❛ you really are an asshole, you know that? ❜

❛ i'm the asshole? what does that make you then? ❜

❛ sometimes i think you must hate me. ❜

❛ i thought you said you never wanted to see me again. ❜

❛ if you want me to go, then you have to tell me to leave. ❜

❛ well, someone's cranky today. ❜

❛ well, someone needs to shut the fuck up. ❜

❛ just stay out of my way. ❜

❛ of all the idiots in the world, i'm stuck with you. ❜

❛ what is it you want this time? ❜

❛ sometimes i wonder if you're in love with me. ❜

❛ do you honestly think this is easy for me? ❜

❛ why would i ever want to be friends with you? ❜

❛ can we please just talk? ❜

❛ there is nothing for us to talk about. ❜

❛ you can yell at me later. just let me help you. ❜

❛ touch me, and you're dead. ❜

❛ oh, so now you care? ❜

❛ there is something deeply wrong with you. ❜

❛ i know i'm the last person you probably want to see, but... ❜

❛ you don't think we could be friends, do you? ❜

❛ i'm tired of fighting against you. ❜

❛ don't pretend you give a shit about me. ❜

❛ you're an idiot, but... i trust you. ❜

❛ oh, don't be cute. ❜

❛ wait, did you just say that i'm cute? ❜

❛ we're not good for each other. ❜

❛ if i say yes, will you shut up? ❜

❛ don't you have to be stupid somewhere else? ❜

❛ maybe we should kiss just to break the tension. ❜

❛ i'm sorry i can't turn off my feelings as easily as you. ❜

❛ maybe there's a universe out there where we're friends. ❜

❛ how can you be so smart yet so dumb at the same time? ❜

❛ don't think this changes anything between us. ❜

❛ you look ridiculous in that outfit, by the way. ❜

❛ if you die, i'll kill you. ❜

❛ is that a challenge? ❜

❛ ah, so you're not heartless after all. ❜

❛ i don't think i've ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ you never cared about me, so why now? ❜

❛ why didn't you kill me when you had the chance? ❜

❛ i don't even remember why we started fighting. ❜

❛ i don't have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you're not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

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100 Random Character Development Questions

001. When is their birthday? 002. Do they do anything to celebrate their birthday? 003. Does your character like coffee better, or tea? 004. Do they prefer being alone or with others? 005. Are they in good health? 006. What sense do they most rely on? 007. Is your character an optimist or a pessimist? 008. What is their favorite fairy tale? 009. Do they believe in happy endings? 010. Do they believe in love at first sight? 011. How would your character court the person of their dreams? 012. What makes your character embarrassed? 013. Have they ever been bullied or teased? 014. Detail one secret shame your character feels. 015. Are they most likely to fight with their fists or their tongue? 016. What is their choice of weapon? 017. When does your character think that violence is justified or deserved? 018. Your character wakes up to find that war has been declared. What do they do? 019. If they could have a superpower, what would they choose? 020. What are their hobbies? 021. How do they display affection? 022. What is the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen? 023. What do they consider beautiful in others physically? 024. What do they consider ugly in others physically? 025. What do they consider beautiful in others personality-wise? 026. What do they consider ugly in others personality-wise? 027. What is their idea of perfect happiness? 028. What makes them laugh out loud? 029. What sort of sense of humor does your character have? 030. Do they believe in the afterlife? 031. Are they superstitious about anything? 032. Does your character believe in ghosts? 033. Do they keep their promises? 034. What’s their view of lying? 035. What is the most important rule your character lives by? 036. How honorable is your character? 037. If your character saw someone drop a large sum of money and knew that they could probably take it without anyone noticing, what would they do? 038. What bad habits do they have? 039. What do they think is the worst thing that can be done to a person? 040. What is their obsession? 041. Are they comfortable with technology? 042. What is their greatest achievement? 043. What will they stand up for? 044. What disgusts them? 045. Does your character have any chronic medical conditions? 046. How do they handle getting sick? 047. What was the last medical problem your character had? 048. Do they have any allergies? 049. How does your character feel about growing old? 050. How does your character feel about their own mortality? 051. If they knew they would die tomorrow, what would they do today? 052. What is your character’s worst flaw? 053. What is your character’s greatest strength? 054. Does your character want power or authority of any kind? 055. Is your character an introvert or an extrovert? 056. Has your character ever struck someone in anger? 057. Has your character ever killed anyone? 058. What is your character’s idea of a perfect day? 059. List several phrases your character is fond of uttering. Where did they pick them up? 060. What is your character’s attitude toward education and learning? 061. Does your character prefer adventure or safety and security? 062. What sort of legacy does your character wish to leave behind? 063. How well does your character handle difficult people? 064. In what ways does your character annoy others? 065. Is your character better at leading or following? Which do they prefer? 066. Does your character prefer city life or being out in nature? 067. Does your character believe in fate or destiny? 068. How strong is your character’s sense of responsibility? What kinds of things trigger it? 069. What about your character is heroic? 070. What about your character is cowardly? 071. How kind is your character? 072. In a Dungeons & Dragons game, which class would your character be? (wizard, fighter, bard, priest, ranger, etc.) 073. In a novel, what plot role would your character fill? (hero, anti-hero, sidekick, villain, etc.) 074. What is your character’s favorite game? 075. Is your character ticklish? 076. How do they express anger? 077. How often do they cry? Over what? 078. How emotionally stable is your character? 079. How easy is it for them to read the emotions of others? 080. How easy is it for others to read your character’s emotions? 081. Is your character religious? 082. What are your character’s sleeping preferences? 083. What is the first thing they say and/or do when they wake up? 084. Describe your character in one word. 085. Describe your character in three words. 086. How would your character describe themself in one word? 087. How would your character describe themself in three words? 088. Is your character quiet or loud? 089. How vocally expressive is your character? 090. How bodily expressive is your character? 091. What type of music does your character like? 092. What emotion does your character evoke in others? 093. What is your character’s goal in life? 094. Name three things most would not expect your character to be able to know. 095. Name three things most would not expect your character to be able to do. 096. How do they move and carry themselves? What energy do they project? 097. How well do they adapt to change? 098. Does your character like animals? 099. Do they talk to inanimate objects? 100. Does your character dream? If so, what do they dream about?