#001. intro

[thunderingriches]

"You have tormented that poor man for twenty years, Brother. Why must you continue? Has it not been long enough?"

"Why, Brother, do you not know how to have a bit of fun? You should leave your domain more; I would be delighted to show you how exciting he can be."

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- multi-muse

- based in the same universe as epic: the musical

- paragraph style with long blocks of text

- multiple aus at once; will interact with alternates of muse + ocs

- selective with nsft content + perfectly alright with problematic and/or taboo themes and violence.

- run by @dilfsona | all art credit is to myself and @bigidiotenergytm .

ZEUS - HE/HIM - KING OF THE GODS

A rather gluttonous god, always seeking his next delight. He enjoys toying with mortals and bothering those around him. Despite this, he has a rather short temper; Some say he may be compensating for his past.

HADES - HE/HIM - LORD OF THE UNDERWORLD AND RICHES

Once bitter and cruel, Hades has grown kinder over the past few centuries. Now, he guides souls, cares for them and enjoys watching mortals. Still, he fears the day he may need to use his rage once more.

[delivererance]

#DELIVERERANCE : CURRENTLY HYPERFIXATED ON PHAINON & SUNDAY . MAIN BLOG for VALERIE ( she/her, 18+ ) ! This is where I yap , goof around , and get silly ! CHARACTER THEME is PHAINON AND SUNDAY from MiHoYo’s HONKAI: STAR RAIL . Blog is NOT SPOILER/LEAK FREE. May reblog suggestive content, follow and view at your own risk.

— STAND WITH ME, AND BECOME HEROES !

ABOUT ME ! RULES ! TAGS !

❝IN THIS MORTAL FORM . . .

( BLOGROLL . )

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— DAWN OF SIDEREAL CACOPHONY . . .

( CREDITS . )

—> sister-lucifer for the headers ! —> fluffettis for the graphics ! —> sweetnusshoyo for the graphics ! —> kirakuurusu for the graphics ! —> metalbody for the graphics and pfp ! —> belovedrosa for the graphics !

[oneofadiamond]

"Mortal flesh is fragile, yet my heart is unyielding like the monolith. For without this resolve, the Way of Preservation would fade into oblivion."

#ONEOFADIAMOND:

INDEPENDENT HEADCANNON-BASED and NON-SELECTIVE blog for DIAMOND of MiHoYo’s HONKAI: STAR RAIL as not taken seriously by VALERIE (she/her, 18+, GMT). LOW to SPORADIC activity. This blog is NOT SPOILER-FREE, do follow at your OWN RISK. READ RULES and DNI before INTERACTION. Warnings for SUGGESTIVE THEMES.

◆ Study about: THE RESERVED AND UNPREDICTABLE LEADER of the INTERASTRAL PEACE CORPORATION (IPC) and FOUNDER/LEADER OF THE TEN STONEHEARTS, possessing EXCEPTIONAL TACTICAL SKILLS and STRATEGIC SKILLS. RESPONSIBLE for OVERSEEING and COORDINATING missions.

—> CREDITS to the RIGHTFUL OWNERS of the HEADERS and IMAGES.

—> Mod also runs @galacticbaseballbatter and @himekos-coffee so this format is not plagiarised.

[pumpkinhcad]

@merwyn-muses || Starter.

February 14th. Every year, that day had the same strange feeling to it, and Pump could never put a finger as to why.

The town had been painted red for such a day. Every shop with a window or a showcase was bloodily-stained in the form of paper and glittery heart shapes stuck to the glass, and the culprit was always some flying, fat baby with a bow and arrow in his hands. Entrances and storefronts alike would be given a spark of shiny crimson with the help of (Christmas? He believed those were Christmas) lights. And the local flower shop, especially, would change from colorful and green to red and pink all around, turning its part of the street into a crime scene straight out a spooky movie.

But, get this, it was NOT Spooky Month! People were not going out in spooky costumes, neither were going to see spooky movies at the local theater. During that season they always had icky, sappy titles like "Together At Last" or "Just the Two of Us" instead, which always caused him to stick his tongue out and rolls his eyes with slight contempt.

As he was by himself that day, such a walk around town had left him with the same exact questions he had every year... (And he knew who could clear up his doubts!)

Which was exactly why his little journey had taken him to the doors of the Candy Club that afternoon. The building looked almost the same as always, pink and blue, and very welcoming... that is, except for the very unwelcomed presence of red hearts and those dumb, fat, flying babies all over the windows.

In his mind, if the candy shop had not been spared either, then nothing was sacred that day. As if things could not get any more dire already!

The silence was broken when the automatic doors let him into the store, his dressing shoes click-clacking aaaaaaall the way to the glass counter in the back. The place seemed to be missing a lot of candy and chocolates as well, but that concern was not at the top of his list (yet).

Just as he was hoping... ❝ Hiiiiiiiii, Kevin! ❞ ...he was at work that day!

[sunday-ellis]

“This is Sunday Ellis, she’s a 17 year old female with no past medical history. She was admitted yesterday after a near-drowning incident-”

“Wait. The girl from the news? The girl who had to…”

“Yeah. That’s her.”

The voices muddled through the drugs being pumped into Sunday’s veins, her young body hot with a fever that burned through them at an alarming rate. Eyes flying open, she began coughing against the plastic tube in her throat, creating a god awful honking noise from the machine beside her.

She keeps doing this. Poor thing is so uncomfortable. I can’t believe she’s requiring so much sedation… She's barely 45 kilograms. I’m going to increase the rate.

Thank fuck. Sunday’s breathing came in short, rapid breaths as her panicked eyes watched the nurse attend to her IV pump. More, more, more. Please. Anything to escape the painful reality of what she’d done. She didn’t need to be awake to feel the discomfort of medical devices in every crevice or the onslaught of memories that could kill her on their own. What she needed was sleep; what she needed was darkness.

Thankfully, the drugs worked quickly, and soon she felt exactly what she wanted to feel… nothing.

[dutyworn]

@sunmad said: “  no,  shit.  fuck okay.  we’re gonna fix you i promise.  ”

more injury prompts bc reasons    /    ACCEPTING ↷

❝ Listen, it looks  worse than it is.  OK? I just need you to help get my shoulder back in place, I’ll walk you through it. Need you to grab my hand and forearm real tight, and pull, when I say pull. We can worry about the bleeding after. ❞

Makeshift field medicine, trying to guide a presumably-civilian through it... Wren wants the use of two arms, first and foremost, and that means her dislocated shoulder is the priority; it’s going to hurt and injure the shoulder more, but she can at least hope to stop the bleeding, then, from the laceration right under her ribs that’s currently staining her undersuit dark red. (She’s lost all her armour plating, from the blast, sans a burnt piece still covering one thigh, dressed only in the jumpsuit-like piece that goes under the more rigidly built protection.)

Bruised all over, hair matted in dried blood, some of the splatters on her not even her own, she must look like she’s about to drop dead any minute. Hell, she’s not sure how she’s conscious and able to sit up, herself.

Doesn’t know where she is and where all the signs of battle have gone, but she can worry about that bit later.

[ofliarsandlovers]

(Lizeth Selene, 125, genderfluid, they/she) — Look who it is! If you take a look at our database, you’ll find that Luna “Angel” Flores is a PERSONAL ASSISTANT TO SETH VAN METER that works in SECTOR 10. According to the file, they’re a mutant with the power of DEMON PHYSIOLOGY/BINDING VOW. That must be why they’re LOYAL and UNMOTIVATED. If you ask me, they remind me of the trepidation before opening the entrance to a long forgotten treasure, a spike in heartbeat from unknown anxiety and the tightening of a leash against the throat of a guard dog poised to strike. They are affiliated with THE DEMOCRATIC COUNCIL.

basic information:character name: Luna "Angel" FLores nickname (s): Angel is the only name they will respond to face claim: Lizeth Selene mutation status: mutant birthday: December 8th sexuality: Pansexual moral alignment: true neutral occupation: PA to SEth Van Meter work sector: Sector 10 affiliation: The Democratic Council 3 positive traits: Loyal, Curious, Easygoing 3 negative traits: Unmotivated, Judgemental, Ignorant

questionnaire:how do they feel about living in sol city? have they always lived there or did they travel from another settlement?

"I remember when Sol City was called by another name, I remember when the world wasn't so chaotic, and also when it was more chaotic. The walls hold a lot of memories. Some good, most bad."do they trust the council’s leadership? why or why not?

"I trust Seth."if they chose their sector and profession, why did they make that choice? if they didn’t, why not? were they happy with their assignment or not?

"Seth gave me my assignment and I am grateful for it."what’s one object that they always keep on their person?

they have nothing of note, no jewelry, trinkets or knicknacks, they are wholly impersonable.

(mutant only section)

what is your character’s ability (or abilities)? Demon Physiology & Binding Vow

are they gen i or gen ii? Gen I

what can your character do? what are their strengths? Think Sebastian from Kuroshitsuji, they can and will do anything to achieve their Pactee's wishes. A direct order is impossible for them to disobey, no matter how impossible the task may seem.

what can’t they do? what are their weaknesses? They cannot disobey their pactee, they cannot revive the dead or alter reality in any meaningful way except for their own appearance.

is there anything else you’d like to specify about them? They're chronically lazy outside of any task Seth sets them, they can often be found napping in a chair or somewhere reasonably comfortable. They're so used to being in stasis, it's difficult for them to adjust.

[yvvxs]

yvvxs || Yvx || [they/them]

Please call me Yvx. I write sometimes. I prefer going by they/them or it/its. Don't be shy to send a message. I won't bite.

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Fandoms + Masterlists

↪ dividers by @/cafekitsune, @/saradika

[theimanidavis]

location: hexmore outdoor theatre with: @ashnadir

The rehearsal went great for most of it, really. Things were coming together, the people felt and looked natural in their roles and story and Imani was happy with what she was seeing.

And then one of the lead actor suddenly turned green and had to rush out to the bathroom and after checking up on him, Imani had to conclude that he would not be able to finish today. They were lucky if he could come back in a few days - which was fine, this is why they had understudies, but she still wanted to finish up today and of course this was the one day the understudy wasn't here either.

"Aaron is out for the day guys, unfortunately - stomach bug of some sort," she announced as she went back to the stage.

That was when her eyes landed on somebody she didn't quite recognize and she got an idea. "You, though. You're new, I can tell, but this is your chance to shine. You just gotta stand right over there, onto that little white cross and read these lines," she said, already redirecting the guy and pressing the script into his hands, pointing out exactly where they were.

"We're just going finish up the scene, all you gotta do is read the lines, alright? If you put in some emotions, excellent, but Dana, you just do your best and then we can all finish up. How's that sound, everyone? Great! You start," she said to the newbie (was he even any kind of actor? Imani didn't really know or care, she would work with what she had), looking as confident as she could.

[capitclkarma]

@t3nets || kaz + finch

"it's nice, ya know? not seeing you at the police station for once." he'd meant to keep that to himself, but too many late nights had destroyed what little filter he had. it was important, kaz thought, to make time for family whenever possible. but his spare time had been slim, his energy even more. thoughts of their mother stuck in her room danced across his thoughts, and a quick phone call, and he'd managed to find a few minutes to meet his younger brother. "what were you doing on halloween by the way?" small talk or interrogation talk, both were interwoven together as he tried to connect with finch.

[eclipsedserenity]

Unveiling the Dreamscape || About Me

in the heart of the fevered dreamscape, reality blurs with the echoes of your wildest dreams.

Annie. Twenty something engene. Obsessed with writing angsty fanfics and retellings of Shakespeare. Will willingly fall in love with a vampire if they said the right things (give me pretty journals and a cottage in the woods). Jay/Jake biased.

AO3: eclipsedserenity

Wattpad: eclipsedserenity

[ 𝐂 𝐑 𝐄 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 𝐒 ]

eclipsed hearts || jay (enhypen) [COMING SOON...]

the gods we can touch || love and deepspace

𝐢'𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 / 𝐢 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 [MOTHICA, last cigarette ]

[vamp-luvr999]

This blog is simply a vent / Rant blog, it will contain heavy and intense topics that some may not be able to handle. You have been warned.

Chapter 1 — [REDACTED] :

- Call me 001 or Gabriel. Some of my other names are : Asaii, Nobody, Gabby, and Corpse.

- I use any pronouns, including mirrored, none, and neos.

- I don’t exactly know what I am, but right now, I identify with being a parasite made of cosmic goo, I guess. I currently inhabit a decomposing human body, or at least I think it’s decomposing…

- I struggle with “low empathy” I guess? I call it just not giving two shits, but hey… whatever label Humans have, I’ll use.

Chapter 2 — Blog boundaries !! :

- I have NO DNI for this blog… I just block freely. Sometimes for no explicit reason.

- Do NOT dm this blog unprompted. If you were allowed too and/or have been DMd first, then you will NOT be blocked. Unprompted DMs will be trolled or Blocked.

- Don’t Reality Check me or whatever, I know what I am and who I am. That won’t work. It will just end up with you humiliating yourself lol.

- Just be somewhat nice … Seeing as this is a vent acc, I don’t want harassment and/or discourse here. Take that somewhere else…

Chapter 3 — MISC. :

- Trigger warnings + Content warnings for this blog May include :

— Flashing lights / Blinking lights

— Death / Sui / Sh ideations

— Schizospec stuff (ex. Hallucinations that aren’t tagged properly)

— + more, this is not nearly a complete list.

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Tags :

- 001.Txt = General talking tag

- Stfu.001 = Vent / Rant / upsetting tag

- Ame.Posting = For our companion alien friend, Ame. <^>

- Darwin.Posting = For our companion Shadow friend, Darwin

- Others = For things that do not fit in any category above.

- Vent tw, Tw vent, Tw [insert thing here], etc. = goes along with the stfu.001 yah, just gives a better idea on what to look out for :)

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Ame + Void intro — clickable

Translated intro — Coming soon

What is my identity? [bound to change] — Coming soon

[PS… Screen reader users, if the Text is unreadable, just send an ask and I’ll translate the whole thing in normal text. Although, a possible normal text intro will be coming soon]

[kidskulls]

noir. grim. majesty. 18+. black. any prns.

main (side) blog. writing blog. tags.

[vilebodys]

abandonment,  (  the  search  for  something  or  someone  safe  ),  stuck  like  paste  to  her  tongue.  she’d  never  speak  it,  swallow  it  but  the  taste  would  linger  anyway.  when  selin  spotted  eva,  the  same  feeling  remained.  only  a  small  moment  dulling it.  the   familiarity,  fooling  her  that  it  had  been  taken  away,  only  for  it  to  come  back  stronger,  the  absence  echoing  it  back  in  one  way  or  another.       selin  drew  in  a  breath  that  trembled  when  she  exhaled,  trying  to  reassemble  the  scattered  expression  that  had  slipped  ever  since  the  reaping.  when  she  finally  faced  eva  she  managed  not  to  fall  apart.  the  emptiness  had  carved  enough  parts  of  her  hollow  that  it  prevented  them  from  somehow  breaking  open.       “  eva.”  she  greeted,  her  name  soothing  a  wound  exposed  by  the  capitol.  her  smile  only  faltered  once,  making  her  think  she  still  managed  to  appear  convincing.  like  she  wasn’t  about  to  die.       “  it’s  nice  seeing a  familiar  face.”  selin  wondered  if  eva  would  meet  another  familiar  face.  if  one  of  them  would  be  a  tribute  for  the  district  she  was  assigned  to,  now  that  there  were  all  here.  gathered  like  lambs.  “  i’m  glad  they  moved  you  to  another  district.”  there  must  be  a  lesser  chance  to  see  one  of  them  dying.  but  she  didn’t  say  it,  she  simply  hoped  that  at  least  it  scratched  away  a  little  bit  of  the  grief,  eva  must’ve  felt  watching  so  many  tributes  die.       her  gaze  drifted  over  to  her  face,  noticing  the   makeup  sitting  on  her  face  differently  than  usual, heavier.  it  wasn’t  simply  adornment  anymore,  appearing  as  if  it  was  hiding  something.  .  “  i’ve  missed  you.”  she  admitted,  her  smile  fainter  now,  but  more  genuine  than  before.  “  i  …-”  a  pause  caught  in  her  throat,  trying  to  find  at  least  one  of  so  many  questions,  she  didn’t  dare  to  ask.  “  i  was  wondering  if  you’re  still  working  for  district  one  …  or  maybe  they’ve  mentioned  another  district  you  could  work  for  …”  it  was  pathetic,  the  way  she  was  stumbling  over  words,  when  usually  she  spoke  with  such  ease.  had  something  changed  ?  had  she  changed  or  had  the  capitol  taken  from  her  again  ?  “  would  you  work  for  district  eight  again  ?  could  you  do  that  ?  i  mean  ,  would  they  assign  you  to  us  …”  the  capitol  had  never  felt  so  wide.  so  void,  so  lonely.  no  one  was  waiting  for  her  to  return  to  it  anymore.  soon  she’d  disappear.  her  name  wouldn’t  mean  anything.  forgotten  and  abandoned  the  same  way  it  was  drawn.  spoken  out  aloud  once  before  silence  would  follow.  but  she  tried  not  to  think  about  it,  pushing  the  ache  down  as  usual.  maybe  if  she  had  eva  around,  it  would  be  easier,  and  she  could  return  to  the  person  she  was  back  then.  it’d  be  like  back  then,  and  she  could  hope  for  a  happier  end. 

CLOSED STARTER FOR @forsurviving

[gwcnbouchard]

| morgan holmstrom + she/her | Congratulations, GWEN BOUCHARD survived another night. The town would certainly feel less safe without a them close by. Not to mention, we can’t lose another EMERGENCY CARE NURSE, plus they’re only 26 years old. Crazy to think, it’s been 4 YEARS since their arrival, though in a place like Oblitus it can feel much longer. Good thing they’re staying at the RESIDENTIAL AREA. Almost like it happened yesterday, they still remember SNOW LAKE, MANITOBA, and where they came from. It’s no secret, they were TRAVELING TO A WORK CONFERENCE when they came across the tree, and is still keeping them up at night. Truth be told, they’re awfully TENACIOUS and RECKLESS, but they’ve survived this long. Well, it’s almost day light again, maybe they’ll play SATURN by SLEEPING AT LAST this time. Welcome to another night in Oblitus, please don’t open the doors.

BASIC INFORMATION

NAME: Gwen Bouchard

NICKNAMES: Gwenny (only by her grandmother)

BIRTHDAY: December 12

AGE: 26

HOMETOWN: Snow Lake, Manitoba

BIRTHPLACE: Winnipeg, Manitoba

RELIGION: Spiritual

EDUCATION: Bachelor of nursing (R.N)

RELATIONSHIP STATUS/FAMILY: Grandmother (on her mother's side), Mother, Younger Sister. Father has been out of the picture since Gwen was little.

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS

HEIGHT: 5'8

EYES: Brown

HAIR: black, heavy and straight

BUILD: toned

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: a few scars along her legs and arms from childhood, an umbrella tattoo on her left wrist

PERSONALITY & BEHAVIOR

HOBBIES: photography, running,

LIKES: peaches, romance novels, the smell of fresh cut dill, mornings

DISLIKES: mushrooms, sitting around, being told "no" or "you can't do that"

QUIRKS: can't stand slow walking - will usually take the lead when walking in a group, loud boisterous laugh that can easily be heard across the room

STRENGTHS: tenacious, smart as a whip, intuitive, loyal to a fault

WEAKNESSES: reckless, can hold a grudge, doesn't know when to stop

WHERE WAS YOUR CHARACTER WHEN THEY SAW THE TREE AND THE MURDER OF CROWS? WHERE WERE THEY GOING? WERE THEY TRAVELLING ALONE? HOW DID THEY FEEL?

It was supposed to be a quick weekend trip, nothing too wild. A couple hours past the border, it was a drive Gwen had done several times with friends and family. It was a drive that she didn't even need a map for - the prairies were flat and the road a straight shot. But then there was the detour off the main highway thanks to a six car pileup and then a sudden storm began to roll through, fat drops of rain drumming against her windshield. Gwen pulled onto the shoulder of the road and searched her Map app. It told her that there was a small town not too far up the road that looked to at least have a truck stop restaurant - it would be a good place to hunker down until the storm passed. She only made it a few minutes down the road until she had to slam on her breaks to avoid the sudden tree, the seatbelt tightening hard against her chest. "You have got to be kidding me," Gwen groaned, undoing her seatbelt and rubbing where it had cut into her skin. She squinted through the pouring rain and shook her head - what she had thought was a straight shot actually was a sharp turn onto a gravel road. Seatbelt clicked in place, she shifted back to drive and carefully turned the car right, going much slower than she had been before. So focused on the road in front of her, Gwen failed to notice the murder of crows taking off behind her, flying as though unimpeded by the rain.

DESCRIBE YOUR CHARACTERS FIRST DAY/NIGHT IN TOWN. DID THEY ARRIVE IN THE DAYTIME? WERE THEY WARNED BY THE RESIDENTS? DID THEY HAVE TO BE RESTRAINED?

Some characters arrived in the daytime, had time to see for themselves that there's no way out. Had time to speak to the residents, be told what is happening and choose to believe it or not. Some were not so lucky and arrived at night time, they would have had to run, hide or beg the residents to let them in. What was the situation for your character? How did they survive? Gwen arrived in Oblitus just before sunrise with the intention of finding a place to stay for the night and then setting out bright and early. Pulling into the first motel she saw, Gwen felt a shiver down her spine as she realised that the streets were almost still. Even back home, there would still be couples out for a walk and kids playing in the streets but here - it felt like the town was holding its breath. The impending sense of doom only got stronger as she tried to check in for the night. "First night in town?" the person behind the desk asked. Gwen tried explaining that she was only going to need a room for the night and that she'd be gone bright and early but she could tell they didn't believe her. That first night was the worst. Curled up on an old mattress, buried under starched sheets that smelled nothing like home, crying as her grandmother begged her to let her in. Her grandmother, who was hundreds of miles back home, who couldn't possibly have made the same trip, tapped at the window until the early morning hours. As soon as the sun came up, Gwen threw her things into the back of her car and peeled out of the parking lot, determined to leave this strange, messed up town behind and never look back. Over and over, Gwen left the town and then returned, until her car finally ran out of gas.

WHAT DID THEY LEAVE BEHIND? WHAT WAS THEIR LIFE LIKE ON THE OUTSIDE?

TW: Suicide mention, Drug use mention Gwen was no stranger to small towns. Growing up seven hours away from the largest city, she learned quickly that everyone talked and no matter how much something was supposed to be a secret, it could never stay that way for long. Not that it truly bothered her. She was always off in the bush, chasing adventure and imagining a world all her own. When her younger sister came into this world, Gwen adopted the older sister mantle with ease. No one would mess with her family - they could try but Gwen knew how to throw a punch and wasn't afraid to prove it. Of course, growing up in the North also had it's challenges. She lost more friends to suicide than anyone should and just as many to addiction. And if she was honest, without her family relying on her, Gwen may have joined them. Somehow though, Gwen made it through with only a few scars and rough nights to show. Gwen had already decided long ago that she wanted to do something helpful and useful with her life. Some people wanted to write, others knew that they were destined to work in the mines. Even as young as she was, Gwen saw the gap in her community that wasn't being filled. She was going to become a doctor. Well - doctor turned to nurse when she finished her first year of university and realised that she'd be able to help a lot faster if she went that route. So she studied hard, worked a part time job while also attending her classes and clinical rotations. And after a grueling four years, Gwen graduated near the top of her class. It was and still is, one of the proudest moments of her life, walking across the stage to accept her diploma as her family all sat in the audience, mom filming while trying to wipe away tears and her little sister beaming with pride

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[ofliarsandlovers]

(Lee Pace, 46, cis-male, he/him) — Look who it is! If you take a look at our database, you’ll find that PETYR STEELE is a HEAD ARCHIVIST that works in SECTOR 5. According to the file, they’re a mutant with the power of NIGHTMARE MANIPULATION. That must be why they’re PERCEPTIVE and OBSESSIVE. If you ask me, they remind me of An old photograph that's thumb-worn and folded too many times, frost on glass, muffled screams in sleep and choral ambient music. They are affiliated with THE DAMNED.

basic information:

   character name: Petyr Steele

    nickname (s): Pete

    face claim: Lee Pace

    mutation status: Mutant

    birthday: January 8th

    sexuality: Homosexual

    moral alignment: Neutral Good/Chaotic Neutral

    occupation: Head Archivist

    work sector: Sector 5

   affiliation: The Damned

    3 positive traits: Insightful, Resilient, Resourceful

   3 negative traits: Bitter, Vengeful, Paranoid

questionnaire:

    how do they feel about living in sol city? have they always lived there or did they travel from another settlement?      "I came from a settlement in what used to be southern Europe—small, worn, but it was home. I moved to Sol for my husband and daughter, because they believed in fresh starts. I stay now out of spite, because someone needs to remember what their optimism cost."

    do they trust the council’s leadership? why or why not?      "The Council sells control as order, but all I’ve seen them do is trade lives for power. They let the riots happen, let the city burn, and now they wear their clean hands like a badge—while I bury ghosts.”

    if they chose their sector and profession, why did they make that choice? if they didn’t, why not? were they happy with their assignment or not?      "I chose the archives because once, stories meant hope—history felt like a thread tying the world together. Now, every page I touch feels like a lie someone lived long enough to record, and I keep them only because forgetting would be worse.”

   what’s one object that they always keep on their person?       He wears his wedding ring and his husbands is on a chain around his neck. In his wallet, there’s a photo of him holding a child on his shoulders with his husbands arms wrapped around his torso as their expressions are caught in timeless laughter.

(mutant only section)

what is your character’s ability (or abilities)?      Nightmare Manipulation

are they gen i or gen ii?      Gen II

what can your character do? what are their strengths?    He can create, shape, enter and manipulate the nightmares of himself and others, including modifying, suppressing, fabricating, influencing, manifesting, sensing, observing nightmares and turning dreams into nightmares.      He can use his ability to physically manifest peoples fears, pulled straight from their nightmares and use them to inflict terror onto people. He appears to have an intuition and power of insight on personal fears, enabling him to determine what any individual fears, which he uses to play mind games or break one's spirits.

what can’t they do? what are their weaknesses?           If the target does not have anything to be afraid of, then he cannot control their nightmares.      He can only manipulate sleeping subjects, due to this, he has a limited amount of time while their target is asleep. As it is their dreams, targets may also be able to manipulate the dreams against the user via lucid dreaming.

is there anything else you’d like to specify about them?      He’s tall, gaunt, and elegant in a way that’s faded but still commanding—his presence is unsettling to some. He dresses with old-world taste, often in layers of black, grey, or deep navy, like mourning personified.