for real tho, would anyone be interested in a âaliens are real and we come in peaceâ verse where Advena is an alien ambassador or possibly conqueror or something like that?
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while iâm at work might as well
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~like for a first contact verse starter
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~habit headcannon
sometimes she forgets she has extra arms. she never forgets she has wings, because coats are heavy and uncomfortable and it makes her back itch, but spending so long in disguise around humans (see: years) means she doesnât often have the opportunity to stretch her limbs properly, as it were, and will at times just look down at her second arms whilst pinching her fingers open and shut as if she hadnât noticed them before, let out a little âoh yeahâ and return to whatever task she was doing that required extra hands.
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~open
   smiles are odd, and she can never quite get them right. feels far too much like sheâs about to bare her teeth in aggression. âThis is my business card.â
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   itâs become a habit to wake up before dawn. she wander about until she found a secluded little are where she assumed no humans would come across her, and then wait for the sun to rise.
   for a being whoâd live her entire life in space, sunrises were such novel things. she enjoyed watching the sky fill with colour, waiting excitedly - almost vibrating with anticipation - for the sunlight to reach her outstretched legs and climb up her body.Â
   the alien forgets that sheâs never truly safe, and never alone for long - but only for a moment. eyes snap open and glance at the sound of footfalls and the drumming of a human heart - painfully loud to no one but her. she says nothing, only stares; sheâs still trying to master the use of appropriate facial expressions.
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Advena - Knightâs Watch
Escaping from the lab was not quite as fulfilling as it should have been. She was free, yes, but freedom did not equate to safety as she quickly learnt. Being able to metabolise just about anything - despite how decayed it might have been - was certainly an advantage, and she frequently went âhuntingâ for food in dumpsters and abandoned buildings. She kept away from humans, kept moving, hiding in sewers, disused train tunnels, and anywhere else she could find a corner to huddle in.
She never meant to save anyone; she was simply hungry, and he had simply been in her way. Or thatâs how she justified breaking her strict rule of never interacting humans. The woman, almost as bloodied up as Advena became after the encounter, had been rightly terrified and passed out - presumably somewhere between seeing a woman (?) with four arms appear from the shadows and the man having his arm ripped from his socket by said woman (?).Â
Advena, feeling slightly guilty, couldnât very well leave her there and ending up staying by her side until she finally shuddered awake in time for the first rays of morning light.
Sheâs not sure if the human considered her a friend, but it had been the womanâs idea to take advantage of Advenaâs comparative strength and morally grey compass to start her own âprivate securityâ business. For reasons that she never properly explained to Advena, the woman remained as uninvolved as possible, her last bit of assistance being spreading the word of the new security service available to those without the funds or ability to rely on more âlegalâ methods of protection.
Her ability to see through and control smaller insects meant Advena could keep an eye on just about anything in her little corner of the city. She avoided killing anyone else where possible - better not to draw attention to herself - instead used her insects to fight for her. It was surprising how many humans were terrified of the tiny, weak creatures, especially when the came out in droves.
Surprising, and incredibly entertaining to watch.
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âYouâre dripping blood on the carpet.â
âWhen I said scars are kinda sexy, I didnât mean you should get one right awayâŠâ
âPress that against the wound, Iâm going to get the med kit.â
âItâs bleeding quite badly.â
âOh God, what happened to you?!â
âYouâre covered in blood! Is it yours?â
âYour head looks pretty bad. Iâm sure itâll need stitches.â
âItâs going to hurt for a moment, but Iâll need to clean the wound.â
âIâm so sorry this happened to you. But youâre safe now.â
âThatâs a pretty nasty bruise. Want some ice?â
âDoes it still hurt?â
âI donât think a band aid is gonna fix thisâŠâ
âWhoa, hey, stay with me! Youâre as white as a ghost. Donât pass out.â
âDamn, that must hurt. Iâm sure there are some painkillers around here.â
âYou have to be seen by a doctor. This isnât going to heal on its own.â
âIt looks broken. Can you move it at all?â
âHere, lean on me. Iâll support you.â
âIâm not going to leave you behind. If need be, Iâll carry you.â
âIâm going to pick you up now, okay? Just hold on to me.â
âEverything is going to be okay. Just hang in there.â
âI donât feel so good.â
âItâs seeping through the bandages.â
âMy head is throbbing. I think I have a concussion.â
âI can barely breathe, it hurts so bad!â
âIt looks worse than it is. Iâm sure itâll be gone in a couple of daysâŠâ
âYou should see the other one.â
âDonât look at me like that. I donât want your pity.â
âIt was my fault, really. I wasnât paying attention and got hit in the face.â
âGetting stabbed wasnât really on my bucket list.â
âI donât think I can walk.â
âLeave me behind, please. Iâm just going to slow you down.â
âAm I going to die?â
âI canât stop the bleeding.â
âI think the bruise matches my eye color.â
âDonât touch it, please! It hurts.â
âI donât want to go to a hospital. I hate doctors!â
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CDES
Part philanthropic endeavour, part side-show circus, the Compendium of Dangerous and Endangered Species is a nomadic exhibition of only the most dangerous endangered species of the galaxies.Â
Working in accordance with regulations set out by various galactic governing bodies and alliances, the curators and scientists of the CDES do their utmost to to curate and care for the known galaxyâs rarest creatures. Given approval they will also, at times, attempt to aid in the repopulation of the endangered species through long-term studying and scientific experimentation.
Currently the grandest item in the exhibition is AD#02, the last known monarch-class Craetian in existence. There was also the first Craetian offspring successfully born in captivity, however it is no longer available for viewing due to ... unforeseen circumstances.
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sick whump scenarios
send a symbol, get a drabble. Â
âż: feeling so out of it, they need constant attention
â„: barefoot, sleepy wanderings
+: being led back to bed with patient whispers
!: that classic collapse into someoneâs waiting arms
â: forehead kisses
â: being picked up
â°: the crinkle of blankets when being tucked in extra good
⏀: being called soft things like baby, sweetheart or honey
âș:Â crisp, clean pajamas
#: shaky handsÂ
â: waking up either adorably confused or painfully scared
Ê: comfort after a nightmare
â: medicine
â„: nap
âŁ: hand holding
â«: lullaby
â:Â drooping eyelids
â: reaching out for someone [bonus points if they mumble! their! name!]Â
âĄ: bath
Âż: thermometerÂ
â: tissues
â§: a damp towel against flushed, feverish skin  Â
Ê: fingers running through sweaty hair
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feel free to change any pronouns or subjects (or reverse).   tw for blood, death and physical violence mention.
â is it complete? â
â who are you? â
â who is this? â
â why are you bleeding? â
â  what  would  i  do  without  you?  â
â do you feel alright? â
â whatâs your name? â
â  why  do  you  hate  me?  â
â  do you want something to eat?  â
â arenât you supposed to be someone important? â
â did you read it yet? â
â can you help me? â
â  why  do  you  act  so  weirdly?  â
â what do i do with someone like you? â
â you awake? â
â canât you tell left from right? â
â how dare you? â
â can i have a word? â
â  why  didnât  you  fight  back?  â
â can you stop interupting me? â
â why are you here? â
â what happened? â
â havenât you said enough? â
â why are you still ___? â
â why donât you shut up and be quiet? â
â what did you dream of? â
â why are you yelling? â
â how could you say that? â
â is that mine? â
â why did you turn out this way? â
â are you talking to me? â
â why wonât he date me? â
â why did you hit him? â
â why are you crying yourself to sleep? âÂ
â are you serious? â
â who did this? â
â will i regret this? â
â do you promise? â
â is that mine? â
â am i dead? â
â can you stop moving? â
â is he looking at me? â
â does it hurt? â
â how did that happen? â
â whatâs the weather for tomorrow? â
â are you in love with me yet? â
â is it that important? â
â want some? â
â was that an accident? â
â whatâs the deal with you? â
â who do you think you are? â
â can i ask you something? â
â why donât you leave then? â
â how could you? â
â is this all you can do? â
â why is this here? â
â how did you get in here? â
â is it freezing to you? â
â what are you making tdday? â
â are you lost? â
â has it been that long? â
â how could you? â
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indie original alien character. previously idlcminds
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advena - human attire
In attempts to further blend into whatever dregs of human society she happens to find herself in, Advena tends to adorn herself in fairly plain attire.
Most colours tend to be muted; blacks and browns and beige, all covered up by a long brown trench coat - the first piece of clothing sheâd been given after escaping the human lab. Not all humans were unkind, or so it would seem.
The look is finished with a brown wig to cover her hairless scalp, and leather gloves and black boots just for fun.
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Advena & Gotham
Advena is not the only freak in Gotham, and certainly not the only alien on earth by any means. She arrived on the planet more like a refugee and not at all like someone with thoughts of conquer and carnage, but that didnât stop the humans that found her from distrusting her and turning her over to the authorities.Â
Probably something to do with eating the family pet, she suspects.
Sheâd been in no position to put up a fight, exposure to the cold in space the seeped into an escape pod that was never built with traversing the galaxy in mind, and the fiery and painful crash landing made her sluggish, as if the next step she took might shatter her to pieces.
Arkham had not been kind at first, not until she healed, regained her strength; leaving was as easy as joining the rabble making an escape attempt - escape that would not have been possible had she not been there to pry open doors and paralyse guards.
Her decision not to join said rabble on a more permanent basis had little to do with her own moral code, and everything to do with her fear of retribution from immortal superbeings that held far too much resemblance to the monsters in the stories her mother would tell her of their planetâs destruction.
It began with using insects to eavesdrop on minor evil schemes - liquor store robbing, home break-ins, small things like that - until eventually she became well known enough in the more dangerous parts of the city. Her services werenât free, but considering she was happy to accept food instead of money and she was generally more effective than the standard human private security agencies in Gotham, she was probably one of the most popular choices.
To know if a house or business was under her protection, one would only have to look for the Knightâs Watch sticker on the front door, a dragonfly with sword for a body.Â
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craetian species - monarch
The Craetian species can be separated into four distinct classes or roles. First and foremost there is the Monarch who, as the name suggests, is the ruler of their colony. This female has a range of abilities unique to its class, all with the purpose of surviving on the surface of the Craetian home world, finding a Consort and forging her colony.
There are two types of Monarchs, that being True Monarchs and Forged Monarchs. In every generation since the first generation there has only ever been one True Monarch at any one time. True Monarchs are born as the last child of the current True Monarch and will leave their colony once of aged to conquer more land and expand the First Colony.
Forged Monarchs, on the other hand, are born as Soldier or Worker class Craetians who, of their own volition, leave their colony to begin their own. Not all Craetians can become a Forged Monarch, and as such there is usually only a handful in any generation. Forged Monarchs cannot give birth to a True Monarch, and as such their colony is either overrun by a new True Monarch, or by another Forged Monarch looking for more territory.
The second is the Consort role, a male that must leave his colony when he comes of age in order to find his own Monarch. Females outnumber males almost 100 to 1, and male Craetians cannot call themselves Consorts until chosen by a Monarch. As such it is up to the Monarch to prove themselves a worthy ruler for their desired Consort to choose them. Often the Monarch will approach a potential Consort that complements their own strengths and weaknesses in order to better the colony. Monarchs will often take on multiple Consorts to better diversify their offspring, but the First Consort will always hold seniority.
The next two classes are Soldier and Worker class Craetians. Soldiers tend to be the largest of the species, stronger and faster and built for fighting and hunting. Workers, though not as large as the Soldiers, are often stronger, meant for creating the intricate underground network of tunnels that make up a colony, with the smallest of the Workers meant for helping rear and protect the youngest of the species when the numbers become to great for only the Monarch and Consorts to look after.
Advena is a True Monarch.
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