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GENERAL Name: suz(uya) Birthday: dec 22 Sexual orientation: still questioning, most likely bi leaning towards men School status: fresh grad

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Send a symbol for the following:

™ - for my muse to become jealous of the attention your muse is giving someone else ✔ - for my muse to respond to praise from yours ✗ - for my muse to respond to being scolded or punished by yours ♠ - for my muse to forcibly restrain yours ♢ - for my muse to introduce yours to a family member ♖ - for my muse to submit to or obey your muse’s orders Ұ - for my muse to comfort yours after witnessing an emotional meltdown ✺ - for my muse to help yours get through a frightening situation ✤ - for my muse to wake yours from a nightmare ✞ - for my muse to talk about somebody’s death ✉ - for my muse to write a letter/send an email to yours ✂ - for my muse to rescue yours from danger ¿ - for my muse to ask yours a personal or uncomfortable question ♥ - for my muse to express physical affection to yours ღ - for my muse to express verbal affection for yours ♬ - for my muse to hum or sing to calm yours down

Add ‘reverse’ to switch our muses’ positions. e.g. send ‘✤ reverse’ for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare, or ‘¿ reverse’ plus a question to ask it of my muse.

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Character Development Questions: Hard Mode

i-see-light:

Does your character have siblings or family members in their age group? Which one are they closest with?

What is/was your character’s relationship with their mother like?

What is/was your character’s relationship with their father like?

Has your character ever witnessed something that fundamentally changed them? If so, does anyone else know?

On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets?

Does your character have recurring themes in their dreams?

Does your character have recurring themes in their nightmares?

Has your character ever fired a gun? If so, what was their first target?

Is your character’s current socioeconomic status different than it was when they were growing up?

Does your character feel more comfortable with more clothing, or with less clothing?

In what situation was your character the most afraid they’ve ever been?

In what situation was your character the most calm they’ve ever been?

Is your character bothered by the sight of blood? If so, in what way?

Does your character remember names or faces easier?

Is your character preoccupied with money or material possession? Why or why not?

Which does your character idealize most: happiness or success?

What was your character’s favorite toy as a child?

Is your character more likely to admire wisdom, or ambition in others?

What is your character’s biggest relationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before?

In what ways does your character compare themselves to others? Do they do this for the sake of self-validation, or self-criticism?

If something tragic or negative happens to your character, do they believe they may have caused or deserved it, or are they quick to blame others?

What does your character like in other people?

What does your character dislike in other people?

How quick is your character to trust someone else?

How quick is your character to suspect someone else? Does this change if they are close with that person?

How does your character behave around children?

How does your character normally deal with confrontation?

How quick or slow is your character to resort to physical violence in a confrontation?

What did your character dream of being or doing as a child? Did that dream come true?

What does your character find repulsive or disgusting?

Describe a scenario in which your character feels most comfortable.

Describe a scenario in which your character feels most uncomfortable.

In the face of criticism, is your character defensive, self-deprecating, or willing to improve?

Is your character more likely to keep trying a solution/method that didn’t work the first time, or immediately move on to a different solution/method?

How does your character behave around people they like?

How does your character behave around people they dislike?

Is your character more concerned with defending their honor, or protecting their status?

Is your character more likely to remove a problem/threat, or remove themselves from a problem/threat?

Has your character ever been bitten by an animal? How were they affected (or unaffected)?

How does your character treat people in service jobs?

Does your character feel that they deserve to have what they want, whether it be material or abstract, or do they feel they must earn it first?

Has your character ever had a parental figure who was not related to them?

Has your character ever had a dependent figure who was not related to them?

How easy or difficult is it for your character to say “I love you?” Can they say it without meaning it?

What does your character believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them?

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chulainnhound:

       A quip of his words always landed the lancer in trouble with his mentor, even after all these years, things never changed. “Hey – don’t do that –!” brows knitted as the hound stepped back from her fist but it was unavoidable this round. It happened so fast he didn’t get time to flinch away, cheek stinging from her quick fist. “Shit, did you have to do that? oiii, haven’t you heard of better greetings? ugh.” A cool hand rubbed his cheek, trying to ease the tenderness before he spoke again.

“Wouldn’t you be just as confused as me? this isn’t something you see happen, let alone’ the grail not being here – not like you’d know about that.”  The only summon he knew of was his own, unaware of her timeline existence until .. now. “What? like hell I’d be anything for that craze of a woman!” He bares a fang when hearing the word dog, scoffing lightly as it left his nerves to be unsettled.

 “Eh? you don’t think that? i mean I guess i don’t feel anything unusual here aside from creepy’ crap.” Cu shrugs. “Second times the charge huh? but ya’ its my first time. Can’t say im impressed.”  

She inhaled after having released her anger at the boy, and her smile grew easier on her face, lighter, more natural. 

“Coming from you who greeted his teacher as much, I don’t imagine my punch was any different,” she teased him, a lighthearted joke to her, and she knew that he could take such a punch. After all, he was the one she would trust to strike her last.

“Confused, but I wouldn’t be so unwelcoming. At the very least have confidence in your own eyes, boy, your five senses are the only thing you can rely on in a battle. Have I not taught you that much?” a drill was unneeded, but she was holding back the pleasure she felt, it was better the grail was not present, as long as he was here. “Ah, but therein lies the lie -- you would be her dog, in certain conditions. You weren’t exactly mindless, however.”

She brushed her chin at his words, and hummed. 

“I see. Then perhaps we should arrange some meeting and investigate these ‘creepy crap’ you say, how about it? Give the old times a little taste?”

≫ bring me to death | chulainnhound

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gremlinengineer:

“From an alien species. Long story short, they took over the planet a couple decades ago, and I helped kick ‘em out. I’m kind of a big deal back home.” She spoke that last bit in a humorous tone; she didn’t have that big of an ego.

“It’s not uncommon to use Latin for phrases like that in the military…you know what Latin is, I’m assuming?”

Although subdued, the sparkle in her eyes showed that she was rather fascinated by what she was told. There was a sense of curiosity when the word alien came about, mostly due to the fact that they seemed like mythical beings -- regardless of what she has come across, aliens, said to come from another planet, which is a whole different thing from creatures of different realms.

But of course, it was no stranger that they were hostile towards humans, for whatever reason.

“It is good to be prideful in what you can do, it shows that you are courageous to use it, for situations like yours,” and easily, she chuckled along with the words of the girl. “... although, aliens? I have come across many different oddities, but aliens are new to my knowledge.”

She pondered upon the inquiry regarding languages, however. Almost unsure how to provide her with a clear answer.

“I... do,” of course, it was an innate knowledge a Servant must have.

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My hands are stained from                     ——WAR &&. BLOODSHED

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                            Fight today or run away like a coward

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Made Scathach a new theme, so please have a look! First time making the entries at 250px, so it might not look as good as I’d like it to. 

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Badass Mythical Women and Creatures → Scáthach

In the Ulster Cycle of Irish Mythology, Scáthach (“The Shadow” or “Warrior Maid”) is a warrior woman and martial arts teacher that runs an instructional school for young warriors, called Dún Scáith. She taught the Ulster hero Cú Chulainn, and gave her deadly spear, Gáe Bulg, to him. She also blessed the marriage of her daughter, Uathach, to Cú Chulainn.

Scáthach is the daughter of Árd-Greimne of Lethra, and sister of Aífe. The two sisters were fierce rivals, and after Aífe threatens Scáthach and her land, Cú Chulainn nearly kills and rapes Aífe.

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Tears aren’t the end of s̤̩̬͖̃́̃͝i̧̖̣̍̅̍̂͜n̖̫̙̮͂͗̄͗

                                                                  You carry it heavy on your back ғ̲ᴏ̲ʀ̲ᴇ̲ᴠ̲ᴇ̲ʀ̲

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romanhoitic:

“Ehe. It’s usually my fault, that’s why. Accidents just love me, y’know. Can’t get mad all the time or else I’ll grow old quick!”

“Accidents love you? Wouldn’t it then be often caused by you, considering that most recurring things are usually done by oneself rather than the result of consequences? ... You have such an odd method of coping with problems, I see.”

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gremlinengineer:

“Symbol of the resistance. I was apart of a group fighting to free the world.” She shifted her arm a bit to show off the tattoo better.

“The words mean ‘I am watchful, I am relied upon.’”

“A resistance... To free the world from what exactly? You must come from a war-torn land, am I right to assume that much?” with curiosity she peered closer for a better look at the tattoo.

“Hmm. And the language is different from the one you speak. That is interesting.”

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romanhoitic:

“I don’t wanna be called a bitch…can we switch? Twat kinda suits my image better.”

“Very well, I’ll take up that name. You don’t seem to be slighted by such an insult from someone who bumped into you for no reason, though. Often, people get hot-headed over such things.”

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I am always wanting to write Rated R material threads but I’m never sure of who would be comfortable doing so. Can roleplayers please reblog this post if you are fully comfortable writing mature subjects in your threads? { Blood, gore, murder, alcohol and drug use, hack&slash etc. } I’d like to find out by this post who IS comfortable with these types of roleplays rather than making someone uncomfortable just by asking. Thank you!

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chulainnhound:

       Often one would seek some sort of serenity within the chaos. What was once a holy grail war, was now some sort of peace treaty among the other servants and their respected masters. Ah, but what was the use of worrying about that when Cu felt oddly content within these cities walls. Perhaps it lacked the neediness of a soon betraying priest and his crooked ways with the war itself, sending this servant to his doom that one fateful moment.

 But Cu kinda liked it out here when all he wanted to do was relax and to enjoy what was around. However, a familiar voice became clearer once his mind emptied out, more aware of his surroundings. “Eh?” He first grunts, the blue spear man turning his head to face the direction of the sound.

how many years has it been? “..teacher?”  eyes growing wide in shock, lancer taking a slow step towards the woman. it was hard to believe other servants were capable of being summoned even when the current war never ended. Cu only believing it was the work of a caster who brought his teacher back from the dead and into the body of a heroic spirit.

“What the hell are you doing here?!” not the best way to greet the woman who made you the man you became in your lore, but old habits were hard to break. 

“How rude of you.”

A chuckle escaped her when she walked nearer to her student, now the distance between their age almost non-existent as it had been when they first met. She clenched her fist and without a word, threatened him with the strike of her fist with an unfaltering smile on her face.

“The first thing you do when you see your teacher is ask her what the Hell is she doing here? How unwelcoming,” she sighed, finally allowing her smile to fade, although her pleasure upon seeing her former student was far from disappearing. “I am the one who should ask you, since the last time I saw you you were that queen’s dog.”

Of course, with a different appearance, and a more wild glare to his eyes.

“I don’t think I was summoned here, but I was briefed that I am here for the social experiment. Funny, because this is the second time I was called over here. Is this your first time?”

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@gremlinengineer

“Often, tattoo is used to display one’s status or simply for decoration. What might yours be for?”

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@romanhoitic

“He called me a twat. How come you get to be a bitch, but I only get to be a twat?”