#Characterization Cheat Sheet

[curiouswisp]

Characterization Cheat Sheet: Rukhana

Full Name: Rukhana Ingellvar (no middle name)

Nicknames: Ruk, Little Wisp (as a child)

Age: 34, born Matrinalis 10, 9:18 Dragon

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her  

Sexuality: Bi/Pan

Lineage: Human 

Class: Warrior - Reaper

Nationality: Nevarran

Faction: Mourn Watch 

Fanart and Fanfic permissions: Yes, any/all, just let me know :)

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Looks:

Approximately 5'9/175cm, white hair cut in a blunt bob (longer at the start of the game, she cuts it after weisshaupt, so you'll see both), green eyes that have a brown outer rim, red lips, scar on her chin, tattoo in the middle of her chest. She wears medium and heavy armor. When not in combat she dresses in academia looks, typically tailored trousers, some sort of button-up shirt, and an underbust bodice or corset belt (or vest), or clothing/looks with clean lines and structure. She does not have pierced ears (not practical as a warrior in her opinion ) but loves all the rest of the mourn watch jewelry styles. Ruk's typical color palette is Black, brown (neutrals), dark purple, dark green, wine red, and bronze/gold.

General Likes: Ruk is a sucker for flowers. She also loves cats, perfume, puzzles, and books. Food, she loves wine, patatas bravas (really anything with potatoes), goat cheese, strawberries, baklava (honey pastry).

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Skills: 

Combat Skills: Sword and shield mainly, proficient with two-handed scythes or dual wielding. Can tap into a small amount of magic to fuel reaper abilities.

Other Skills: Battle strategy, puzzle solving, political analysis/advising, flirting, snark/sarcasm, giving the middle finger, floriculture, piano

Languages: Nevarran, Common, conversational in Tevene and Orlesian, can read some Tomb Script. 

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Body/Physicality

General Behavior: Confident, chin up, chest out. Cocky grins and half smiles. Her eyes are always assessing. Ruk prides herself on her observational skills and they’ve saved her life a time or two. Likes to talk and outwardly she’s warm, but deep down, she doesn’t fully trust most people not to let her down eventually, so she prefers to ask others about themselves over talking about her personal life.  Puts a lot of effort into her appearance, but mostly because she enjoys being underestimated. Isn’t afraid of confrontation or a debate. 

Flirting: Constantly, sometimes without realizing it. Relaxed, open posture. Arms spread along the back of their chair, leaning in to them, eyes looking from eyes to lips back to eyes and not hiding it. Low-cut or scandalously unbuttoned tops. Sly smiles from across the room. Trailing her fingertips along her neck and clavicles to see if they’re watching. Small touches. Perfume. Lipstick kisses on notes. Not afraid to walk away and (hopefully) leave them wanting more. 

With Established Romantic Partner: More physically affectionate than verbally. Hand holding, arm in arm, pulling them into her lap, kissing you in public. Kissing pulse points. Scratching their scalp, playing with their hair. Picking them up and carrying them to bed (in both spicy and sleepy situations). 

With Friends: Loud laughter and free smiles. Animated talking with hand gestures. She tends to be less observational and on guard in these situations. Friendly verbal or physical sparring. Will roast you out of love.  

In Combat: Keen awareness of her surroundings. Narrowed eyes and glares. Protecting her allies, sometimes at the risk of her safety. Shit talking, cocky taunting. Until Weisshaupt, she sorely lacks caution and tends to overestimate her odds in a fight. Will throw anything within reach at someone (although it’s usually her shield). Bathed in green light when she unleashes her reaper abilities and relishes in her connection with death when using them. 

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Dialogue/Speaking

Voice: Her speaking voice sounds like Zahra Hydris from Critical Role. Will change the inflection of words occasionally to emphasize or change the meaning. She can come off as blunt initially, but will talk more the more she gets to know you.

Humor: Usually a mix of snarky sarcasm, some subtle off-color jokes, and some exaggerated silliness thrown in for flair.  Loves to lightly tease. 

With Friends: She’s fairly easy to make laugh, and may accidentally snort (much to her horror). Her speech can get loud sometimes if she’s excited or has had a few glasses of wine. Will turn into a certified yapper if you get her going about something she’s interested in or knowledgeable about. She’s also comfortable in silence and typically does not feel the need to fill it with talking unless she’s nervous. 

With Romantic Interests: Soft murmuring, pressing her lips against their hair and talking low to them. Still gets uncomfortable with how vulnerable verbally communicating affection feels, so is not good at it, and is not in the habit of doing it often. She is more comfortable with writing romantic sentiments than saying them aloud. She does like a nickname or pet name for her partners. For more intimate situations, she is comfortable talking through and about those situations, and will tease and prompt her partners to communicate their wants and how they feel. 

Anger: She has a hard edge to her voice when angry. She will speak in shorter, clipped sentences. She tries not not speak as much as she would want to when angry to prevent saying something she will regret, but she sometimes loses that battle. Is not afraid to be direct about why she is angry and where she believes the fault lies. 

Cursing: Years of training with warriors and soldiers have given her a decently foul mouth. She can tone it down when she’s in the Necropolis and is trying to be proper, but the simple answer is yes.  

Combat: Will taunt her opponents, especially if she knows it will keep the attention on her and protect anyone with her and her adrenaline is high (she also just loves shit talking). Will bellow, growl, curse, etc. Will call out commands, observations, or yell to check in with companions during combat. Will celebrate a good hit or takedown (her own or others).

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BONUS:

My personal last name canon: Ingellvar: The name given to the Mortalitasi’s wards, orphans raised in the Necropolis. Ingellvar is the last name of the watcher, Rosamund Ingellvar, who saw too many children end up on the streets of Nevarra City and surmised that there might be a better way, thus the necropolis ward program was created. Under the program wards are given schooling and training as Mortalitasi, and possibly later on as watchers, but also have duties to perform to cover room and board. It is a last name that marks them for what they are, and it is on occasion used to “put them in their place”, especially around Watchers, both junior and senior, and other Nevarrans that claim nobility as lineage.

[teamtakagi]

Characterization Cheat Sheet: Jerran Thorne

Following @seizethemage-main and @booksncatsworld ‘s lead. This is meant to only be a guide, not a rule, so don’t feel pressured to follow this to a T!

General:

Full name: Jerran Thorne

Gender: Cis Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Race: City Elf

Age: 20

Nationality: Northern Thedas (Doesn't claim a country since he's traveled all over)

Faction: Grey Wardens

Skills: Archery, Sword fighting, whittling small figurines, being a pain.

Languages: Common/Trade, Elven (learned in childhood, a bit rusty).

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Body Language/Physicality

General Behavior:  Jerran is outgoing, fun-loving, and full of energy. Basically channel your inner Sokka from Avatar: the Last Airbender.  He often plays up the “dumbass” role to keep people at a distance and throw them off balance, but he observes more than you would think. A lot of the pushing buttons is deliberate to either make a point, or test someone so that he can make a judgement call. 

He votes with his feet. If he thinks the idea is stupid or doesn't respect you, he just leaves.

With Friends: Generally Golden Retriever puppy or cat on zoomies. He has no problem running up to friends and flinging an arm over their shoulder if they’re comfortable with it. With others who need a less-energetic approach, he’ll try to tailor it to their preferences. 

Flirting: Absolutely awkward. Scratching the back of his head, shifting his weight, tongue-tied. “Girls are hard to talk to” attitude. 

With an Established Romantic Partner: (Eleanor Ingellvar**) His demeanor relaxes and his eyes soften. He doesn’t feel like he needs to play a role, so everything is genuine. Softer voice, bigger grins. Acts protective if his partner is on the smaller side. He wants to try hard to please his partner, so he’ll try to learn everything that she likes, even if he’s terrible at it. 

In Combat: His eyes sharpen and he becomes more focused on his objective. His movements become more deliberate. He makes split-second decisions and acts decisively. If he sees what he thinks is a better opinion, he will disregard orders and do it instead. He’s actually quite capable at combat, but is more comfortable using his bow and arrows and grenades. He was often sent out as a scout in the mercenary band and in his previous Grey Warden squad.

He fights dirty in battle-- he will absolutely target an enemy's weakest points, stab them in the back, or slit their throat if it means he and his team will come home.

He is also cross-dominant, meaning that he switches sides depending on the task. His right side is reserved for fine motor skills (writing, picking things up, eating, whittling) while his left side does the more physical aspects (shooting his arrows, sword fighting, kicking, throwing). This often gives him an advantage because most enemies don’t expect him to be left-handed. He can switch to his right side in combat, but it’s not pretty.

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Dialogue/Speaking

Voice: His voice is in the tenor range (think Jeremy Jordan, most of the Disney Aladdin actors, or Jeff Berg - Rook’s American Male option, medium).  A casual, playful tone that can be snarky. 

General: His vocabulary tends to be simpler, with maybe an out-of-place phrase that he heard someplace and is repeating. He stumbles over larger words, often mispronouncing them. He goes straight to the point, no dancing around the subject. He tends to do really bad puns as well. Uses fillers like, "Uh... um...."

With Friends: His speech will be sprinkled with swearing and creative euphemisms for the Maker’s various body parts. 

Superiors/Leaders: He’ll be slightly more professional than with friends if he respects you.

Romance: He uses a more gentle and genuine tone; he’s not playing the dumbass role with his partner. There may be casual swearing, but it’s less prominent. He’s earnest, wanting to try hard to please his partner.

Humor: Channel your inner Sokka: the more serious the situation, the more blasé he gets. It’s when he drops the humor that it’s an Oh Shit moment.  

Anger: He drops the act and becomes aggressive. He flattens his tone and clips his words. The sentences are shorter and harder with no banter. When he gets to this point, he is going to burn bridges and raze the land. 

If he doesn’t respect someone, he doesn’t bother to pretend to hide it. He deliberately mispronounces the gods’ names as an insult; he won’t waste the brainpower to remember them properly. 

Cursing: Swears in casual speaking, often with just a single “Fuck.”  “Shit, goddamn” are also favorites. He also casually uses the Maker and Andraste’s name in vain: “Andraste’s tits,” “Maker’s balls,” “Maker’s little toe.” 

Combat: He doesn’t have time to be funny; it’s all clipped words and “get the job done” attitude. Much like Anger, but without the “burning the land” aspect.

Post-Minrathous Reaction

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** Eleanor belongs to @a-mumbling-nerd

[therivercrow]

Characterization Cheat Sheet

Alana de Riva edition

Full Name: Alana de Riva [born REDACTED], aka Lana, Rook, Trouble, The Essential Crow, Sparks, Idiota

Age: 30-something [exact age unknown]

Gender: No thanks (non-binary)

Pronouns: They/Them (Ele/Loro in Antivan dialects)

Lineage: City Elf

Nationality: Antivan

Faction: The Crows Send Their Regards!

Skills: Combat Skills - Electrical, fire, and necrotic magic. Knife and sword fighting. Hand to hand combat. Stealth and Subterfuge. Field Medic First Aid. Other Skills - Cooking. Playing the elven bass. Clothing repair.

Languages: Fluent in Common/Trade, Antivan (mainly Trevisan and Salle dialects), Elven. Basic Proficiency in Orlesian and Tevene. Some Qunlat (mostly swears to be honest).

Body/Physicality

General Behavior: Tense body language, always on alert, aware of their surroundings, always looking for the exit. Never sit or stand with their back to an open door. Find it hard to stay still, often fidgeting or stimming. Can mimic "socially acceptable" body language but always feels a bit awkward. Will make eye contact, but mostly when angry.

Flirting: Jokes, jokes, and more jokes. Suggestive comments, "accidental" touching, finding flimsy excuses to spend time together.

With Established Romantic Partner: Opening up, tenderness, gentle touch, intense kisses, soft eye contact, sincere expressions of love.

With Friends: Less tense, but still always ready to spring into action. Sharing activities together like cooking, reading, going for walks. Parallel play. Jokey, but not sarcastic. Occasionally Alana shows genuine emotion, then looks away immediately.

In Combat: Acrobatic, leaping in and out of the fray, using Fade-Step a lot to get close then retreat from attacks. Preferred weapons are Mageknife and orb, they have a staff but use it only as a last resort. Alana sees combat as a way to blow off steam and vent some of their rage. They lose themself in the moment and sometimes forget about their injuries and need for healing. Other companions find them a bit scary in the battlefield.

Dialogue/Speaking

Voice: In-game, Erika Ishii (American femme voice) with the low pitch. In reality, very similar pitch and intonation, with a soft Antivan (Italian) accent, but not a strong one. Alana has worked on making their voice neutral to better blend in for undercover work. They have a tendency to be loud when they're having fun or getting angry, but drop to a husky whisper in romantic or emotional situations.

General: Hiding emotions behind sarcastic jokes and deflecting with humour. Takes a long time to get them to open up and trust you with genuine emotion. Alana talks a lot, mostly to fill the silence and distract from whatever situation they're currently facing.

With Friends: More relaxed, laid-back tonality. Still joking, but less sharp and acerbic. Will ask about your interests and remember them for later, to show friendship with gifts or thoughtful comments.

With Romantic Interests: Low, seductive tone, slower speaking, suggestive comments but overall less joking. Giver of compliments, but not a good receiver of them.

Anger: All the time. Seriously, Alana's got rage. It's usually kept down, and comes out as snappy comments, ice-cold insults, and an unusual calm in stressful situations that gets mistaken for confident leadership. When Alana really goes for it, they will rant and rave in Antivan and gesture wildly. Or just punch someone.

Cursing: Alana can swear in about half a dozen languages, and they make sure to use that knowledge to pepper a conversation with colourful terminology.

Combat: They enjoy distracting the enemy with insults, especially if they can do so in their own language just to freak them out more. Yep, Antaam, Alana knows what that thing you just said meant, and hey - right back at you!

[randomness-in-motion]

Characterization Cheat Sheet: Camris Alexander de Riva(Syrantus)

*Information subject to change as the character is further fleshed out

If you'd like to include any of my Rooks in RRAU writing or any other creative RRAU works please do. Please feel free to ask if additional information is needed or you're unsure about something specific to them.

Full Name: Camris Alexander de Riva(Syrantus)

Nicknames: Cam, 'Rook'(Varric & the rest of the group), Tesoro Mio(Canon Lucanis), Anjo(Teia), Idiot mosca cojonera(Viago)

Age: 25(almost) - 9:27 Dragon, 31st of Harvestmere

Lineage: Human - Tevinter, born in Vyrantium

Gender: Honk

Pronouns: They/He Them/Him

Height: 190.50 cm(6'3")

Weight: 15-16 stone(210‐224lbs)

Class: Mage - Spellblade/Altus Somniari

Nationality: Antivan

Faction: Antivan Crows(9:36 Dragon)

Personality: Sarcastic, Playful, Easy Going, Impulsive, and when it comes to work- Vicious

Appearance:

Eyes: Honey Brown

Hair: Black, long and usually kept pulled up away from his face.

Scars: Burn scars on the right side of his face and on his neck. A multitude of long slice-like scars all over his body. (Camris is insecure when it comes to the scaring on his face, though he does his best to act otherwise)

Tattoos: Small snake on his forehead. Antivan tattoo's on his chest, right arm and the back of his ankle.

Skills:

Cooking, Research, Stabbing things in the face with magic, ending up in bad relationships, combat, non-emergency stitching and first aid. Annoying Viago, Anatomy/Alchemy(work purposes). Dream Hopping(Somniari), a pinch of blood magic(contract purposes only), singing, piano.

Languages:

Antivan(fluent), Trade/Common, Tevene, Qunlat(fluent), Elvish(can get by)

Body/Physically:

General Behavior: 

Always watching, always listening. Relaxed stance even when stressed.

Flirting:

Tends to lean on things(walls/chairs/etc), Will try to be around more often, random glances, blushing, occasional foot scuffing if nervous and standing.

With Established Romantic Partner:

Running fingers through their partner's hair/having the same done to them. Hugs from behind(receiving and giving), hand holding, forehead kisses. Ear nibbles, random kisses, neck/shoulder bites. Will happily let their partner play backpack or pick them up and carry them both playfully and seriously. Cuddling/snuggling, Light lingering touches. Palm tracing, neck/wrist/palm kisses, shoulder massages. 

With Friends:

Expressive/jovial, talks with their hands. Shoulder squeezes, back pats, hair ruffling if allowed. Platonic snuggles/naps(comfort seeking).

In Combat:

Highly focused, very situationally aware. Always moving, twisting, sliding, turning and rolling(gotta put those dance lessons to good use). Happily levitates and slams enemies, prefers his dagger/orb. Max number of healing tonics possible on him. Always tries to watch out for his teammates and does his best to keep them safe. Occasionally tunnel visions and pushes himself too far without realising it.

Dialogue/Speaking:

Voice:

Masculine one low, but with a deep Antivan accent.

General: 

The way he speaks fluctuates depending on what he's doing. Similar to Viago when working. His default outside of work is a little bit smartass, and a little flirty(even with enemies).

With Friends:

His tone is relaxed and jovial. More informal speech. 

With Romantic Interests: 

Same as with friends, but his tone is lower, with compliments coming more often. Almost purrs when talking to them. If the interest is returned, more intimate whispers and endearments. Any sign of disinterest and he backs off/moves on.

Anger: 

Sharp words, snarky/cutting expressions. He will snap, regularly snorts.

Cursing: 

Does so regularly, but it's an odd mix of actual cursing and just random words thrown in.

Combat:

When necessary- signals/calls out warnings and directions regularly in order to better coordinate with his teammate(s). Talks to himself, will also taunt/goad/tease anyone that he fights.

[seaglassmelody]

Characterization Cheat Sheet - Sabriel Ingellvar

Full Name: Sabriel Ingellvar

Nickname: Sabi

Age: 30

Gender: Nonbinary

Pronouns: She/They

Sexuality: Demiromantic Asexual

Lineage: Elven (City)

Class: Mage - Death Caller

Nationality: Nevarran

Faction: Mourn Watch 

Fanart and Fanfic permissions: Yes, any/all, I would be so flattered :)

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Looks:

Around 5' 6", hourglass figure with some softness, but also muscle that would be considered typical of a mage Watcher. Very pale, doesn't go outside much. She has bright cherry blossom pink eyes and a very expressive face (very easy to read). Her hair is chocolate brown and falls in fluffy waves. She knows she should tie it back but she's lazy and doesn't like the way it feels when it pulls on her head. If not in her armor, she prefers comfortable clothes that are easy to move in. She's generally lightly armored in combat situations, as she prefers to be light and mobile. Has a small scar across the bridge of her nose from a scuffle in the Necropolis not long before the War of the Banners. Her ears are more angled up than angled out.

General Likes: She LOVES snacks more than anything, especially sweets. Her favorites are anything involving chocolate. She also likes whole fruits (like pears and peaches). Her favorite color is turquoise, but more like a sea green than the stone color. She likes to read books, especially murder mysteries.

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Skills: 

Combat Skills: Necromancy (spirit-focused), manipulation of life force (healing and harming), spirit healing, can use both staff and dagger but prefers the rapid in-and-out of the orb/dagger.

Other Skills: Battle tactics (in-the-moment decisions), academic analysis and debate, singing, piano (but only for fun, she's not particularly talented), intricate anatomy knowledge, a LOT of random trivia, drawing (mostly plants)

Languages: Nevarran, Trade, a little Elven, a little Tevene

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Body/Physicality

General Behavior: Cheerful demeanor, prone to laughter. If in conversation she is always 100% invested in listening and processing what people are saying. Observant of people's behavior, tone, and demeanor and will adjust as necessary. She'll match energy in the sense that if someone is high-energy, she'll push herself to be more energetic. If someone is low-energy, she will stay calm and lowkey. Her main focus in any interaction is to make people feel welcome and comfortable around her. Will always validate people's observations and feelings, even if she disagrees- validation first, gentle pushback after. Likes to keep the conversational air light. Will generally avoid getting too deep into her own feelings or emotional experiences- she prefers to keep the focus on others, especially if there's a problem to fix.

Flirting: Nervous, endearingly fumbling. She likes to tease but if things get too close to the truth she'll shy away. She's not practiced in flirting and often does it without realizing (if she's interested in a person, which is rare). When she DOES realize, she'll clam up again. Often painfully sincere.

With Established Romantic Partner: Obvious glances, big adoring smiles. Will readily accept PDA but will only initiate small touches and general closeness. She's shy, even in an established relationshp. Much more obvious teasing and emotional trust. One of the only times she'll divulge deeply personal information. 

With Friends: The most comfortable she is usually. Relaxed posture, more willing to push boundaries with jokes and poking fun at people. Also painfully sincere, she doesn't hide her opinions with friends and will risk saying more vulnerable or "embarrassing" things to try to connect and reassure them. Will be more freely contradictory or negative, but still always focused on being supportive. If a friend is having a problem her gut instinct is to fix it, and she will dedicate all of her energy to doing so, with too much intensity at times.

In Combat: Often focused on battlefield control. She starts in the back setting up fields of necrotic energy to sap groups of enemies and then leeching their life when they're on death's door. Tends to dash in and out of clashes, using bigger spells to take advantage of the time she's at a distance. She doesn't relish violence. Her kills are often not quick, but partially because she will weaken living opponents and allow them to surrender if they wish. She's primarily accustomed to fighting undead, and thus is sometimes prone to forgetting how quickly living opponents can react.

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Dialogue/Speaking

Voice: Light and breathy, she's generally soft-spoken. Her delivery is often bright and cheery. She speaks very expressively, matching her expressive face. It's not difficult to figure out how she's feeling most of the time, though she won't always answer truthfully as to why she's feeling that way.

Humor: Light teasing, bad puns, weird inside jokes based on arcane information she knows. Will never make off-color jokes or disrespectful ones, especially about the dead. She loves a good play on words or absurd statement.

With Friends: Keeps conversation flowing with ease. She's very easy to get onto an academic topic, and will freely offer random trivia. Laughs a lot, smiles a lot, will indulge friends in any topic of their choosing and in fact loves asking questions and learning about their interests.

With Romantic Interests: The most comfortable she is with silence. She likes to just soak up their presence. Quiet humming, honest answers, even softer spoken than usual. Her affection for them really shows in her voice.

Anger: Will often go quiet when she's truly angry. She's not good with showing negative emotions because it can make people uncomfortable. This is one of the cases where closeness really matters- if she's with good friends or a romantic partner she'll share more of her thoughts. If she's not close, she's more likely to keep the feeling close to her chest, smile through it and give people a "give me a second" so she can get herself under control. She's one of those people that's more prone to being wordy when she's angry- she'll go from casual language to Thesis Level Speech Giving as soon as her thoughts are together. Will only raise her voice when she feels safe enough to do so.

Cursing: Very rare. She has those Necropolis manners down to a T. She'd have to be VERY stressed or angry.

Combat: Tries to focus on practical communication- warning callouts, checking on people's well-being, and tactical conversation. Doesn't communicate with enemies frequently, as she's used to undead that don't talk and taunting an unthinking corpse doesn't help much. Combat situations are the best example of her going into "problem solving mode"- she's only focused on the situation at hand and how to get out herself and her companions out of it with minimal issues. This can include things like discussion of enemy abilities and how to counteract them, or battlefield conditions.

[wardentabriis]

Characterization Cheat Sheet: Claudius Mercar Vesperian

I couldn't figure out how to fit my other characters into the Rook's Roost AU, considering they're very specific to my canon worldstate. However, Claudius was made to fit in wherever he needs to. Just ask @purple-frost :3

Name: Claudius Vesperian (goes by Mercar when undercover)

Age: 27 Gender: Cis man (he/him) Race: Human Faction: Shadow Dragons

Skills: Subterfuge, information networks, making contacts, intimidation, deception, using his family name to get what he wants, staff-based combat, entropy magic, Tevinter military knoweldge Languages: Trade, Tevene, Nevarran, Antivan (he had the kind of education afforded to him by an Altus family, languages from important trade partners were essential)

Body Language/Physicality

General Behavior: Almost a bit too relaxed. Never quite sits or stands straight, always finding something to lounge against. He often gives off the impression of being a little buzzed on some substance or another, but it's usually a façade. He's tall and muscular, so he takes up a lot of room, and tends to spread out to take up more. Overall, very difficult to ignore when he's not trying to hide.

Flirting: It seems to come naturally to him. Half the time, he seems like he's flirting in normal interactions. He smirks and sits with his knees open like some kind of romance novel protagonist. Maybe it's an act. It's hard to say.

With Established Romantic Partner: Oddly reserved, compared to his flirting. When he's committed so someone, he just seems...content to be next to them. Might touch their shoulder or kiss their cheek, but otherwise takes cues from them as to how much they're comfortable with.

With Friends: Even more easygoing and friendly. He tends to lean against people, put his arm around them, give (platonic) kisses if they're comfortable. If he senses someone threatening them, makes himself look as large and intimidating as possible.

In Combat: Infinitely more poised. He has military training and studied in the Minrathous Circle, so he takes battles very seriously, and slings spells with the utmost precision.

Dialogue/Speaking

Voice: Deep, smooth. Similar accent and cadence to the Viper (total coincidence, definitely not from the same family, don't worry about it). When he's not on a job, he talks like he doesn't have anywhere else to be, pretty relaxed in general. If he's working, his sentences are more clipped and formal.

Humor: Tends to have a bit of a filthy sense of humor. Spent enough time away from the upper class he grew up with that he sounds more at home in a Dock Town bar.

With friends: Loud, boisterous, often unserious. He lacks the decorum some of his peers have when he's around people he cares about.

Romance: His voice softens quite a bit. It's still low (a bit seductively so), but he's still quite light-hearted with his partners. Often asks if they're comfortable or if they're alright with him doing whatever he's doing.

Anger: The high-born Altus mage comes out when he's angry. He was more explosive in his youth, but now it's a cold, seething anger. He's towering, intimidating, and will let you know exactly how quickly he could kill you if things get intense.

Cursing: All the time. He's a bit of an embarrassment to the family.

[capricioussun]

Whats the difference between your swap au and regular fanon swap au?

Uhh, hm. take my understanding of fanon w/ a grain of salt, I'm not super familiar with it? I've seen a significant amount of takes I don't agree w/, but they varied from even each other, so I'll just "address" what I think counts!

The biggest thing w/ my interp, I basically try to figure out what would wind the UT characters up in those positions and how that would impact them rather than only changing the characters themselves. I hope I've done a good job of keeping them relatively faithful to their og counterparts at their cores, while still making them separate and interesting.

From what I know of fanon, a lot of the times they just sort of become...repaints? Like, the characters' entire personalities and roles are just literally swapped without much thought put in otherwise. If that's what's fun to someone that's fine, I just don't see it as very compelling myself!

[kurooh]

MATCH MY FREAK ★ JUJUTSU KAISEN

⊹₊˚. featuring gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, fushiguro toji, & kamo choso tryin’ to keep up with their freak of a girlfriend.

warnings. 18+ content — mdni, fem! reader, hair pulling, overstimulation, rough sex, oral, passing out, spitting, some degradation, squirting, public sex, light slapping, choking. | 3.4k words of FILTH

xoxo, juno. needed characterization practice loll. comment & rb if you enjoyed <33

GOJO SATORU # matches you

“aw, you’re so cute when you’re slutting yourself out for my fucking cock, baby,” satoru coos, lips trailing over your pebbled nipples while his tip teases your messy cunt. it was a mistake, deciding to play a stupid game of chicken with him—the gist of the game was to tease one another, and see who’d give up first.

you’d overestimated yourself just a little; you both ended up fully naked, with satoru on top of you and unwilling to let you go so you could make a fair move. but of course, you didn’t want to give up, and neither did he—it doesn’t even matter, not when he’s winning the game like this.

you bite down on your lower lip, weakly closing your thighs in an attempt to push him back to even out the playing field. “oh, is this the first sign of defeat, baby?”

“absolutely not,” you hiss, brows knitting when he tosses your thighs apart and nudges his tip inside you. “you cheated, i can’t even make a fair move.”

“all’s fair in a game of chicken and sex. don’t complain, ‘s not my fault you overestimated yourself.” satoru’s snicker has your heels digging into his lower back as you force him to push his cock inside you; his expression melts into one of pure euphoria as he sinks in, inch by inch.

“how’s that, satoru?” you purr, satisfied. he glares at you, azure eyes hooded and heavy with lust; without even slipping out of you, he flips you over onto your stomach and presses your head into the sheets. beneath the two of you, the bed groans, creaking growing loud as he moves his hips, slamming into you so hard the headboard bangs against the wall.

“got some nerve . . thinking you could show me how to fuck, tsk,” he shakes his head, punctuating his words with harsh thrusts.

“fuck!” you sob, fingers scrabbling for purchase on his waist to pause him for a moment. you’re still thinking about the game, but satoru’s aching for more after having been teased for so long.

“give up and just focus on cumming for me, babygirl,” he grunts into your ear, savoring the gasps you can’t seem to stop letting out. his balls slap into your clit, and the room fills with the filthy sound of fucking—skin against skin, groaning, and begging.

you can’t even form one thought about being competitive when satoru’s fucking every single thing out of your head. “r-right there, toru,” you wail, arching upwards and pressing your ass against him.

satoru gifts it with a smack that rings through the room, then lifts your lips up and doesn’t even give you a second to adjust to the new angle that has you taking his cock both deeper and faster. just when you think you can’t take any more, satoru slips a hand beneath your body and plants his palm firmly against your lower stomach.

“eh, what’re you doing?” wordlessly, satoru draws his hips back until only his tip is left inside you, then presses down with his hand before canting his hips forward. it’s too much—you all but scream as he mercilessly plunges into you again and again.

your body is slick with sweat and only growing hotter by the moment; the sound of his rough panting coupled with the occasional whine he lets out only has you burying your face deeper into the sheets.

satoru clicks his tongue, voice shaking ever so slightly. “arch it for me, baby—fuckkk, that’s perfect.”

he’s delirious with pleasure, eyes rolling back into his head while his face only flushes a darker pink from the heat of it all. that was the thing about him — he could always dish it out, and take it, but not for long.

“i-i’m gonna cum,” and his voice splinters into a whine at the end of his sentence, spurring you on to fuck him back. you’re tossing your hips back onto him, bouncing your ass so deliciously he wants to take a bite. “shit, i’m gonna cum.”

“give it to me, satoru,” you manage, turning back at the right moment. icy blue eyes connect with yours and he uselessly blinks away the tears that are gathered on his waterline, only for a few to spill over and run down his cheeks. “cum inside me, make it yours, toru.”

with a groan of your name, satoru’s abs clench as he spills inside you, cock twitching against your cervix. he presses down harder on your lower stomach, drawing out your own orgasm.

“just like that, toru—” you interrupt yourself with a moan as your pussy gushes all over, spraying onto his pelvis and cock.

“that’s my girl,” satoru groans, lightly smacking your clit and chuckling at the way your entire body trembles in response. “by the way, the game was a tie.”

GETO SUGURU # matches you

“open. good girl,” suguru spits onto your awaiting tongue, violet eyes observing expectantly as you swallow. his spit tastes like the grape lollipop he’d been sliding between his lips on your walk around the city together. now, in the backseat of his car, he’s got you caged beneath him, gripping your jaw with one large hand.

“you’re so cute, really,” suguru says with a snort, lightly smacking at your cheek. “your idea of a date is going around and flirting as much as possible. hm, ‘s like you were trying to piss me off, end up like this in the car. you know how busy this place is, don’t you?”

“i don’t care,” you pout, tugging the hem of your shirt upwards to reveal your stomach; he doesn’t stop you as you slide your shorts halfway down, revealing the lace of the panties you’re wearing, all for him. “just touch me, sugu. please?”

“you’re so needy,” he scoffs, although his voice lilts into a willing tone as he unbuttons your shorts and inches backwards to allow you to toss your legs over his shoulders.

suguru’s dark hair is soft from the premium shampoos and conditioners he uses meticulously; half of it was tied up in a tight bun while the rest flowed freely past his shoulders. until you pulled his hair free from its ties and gathered the silky tresses between your fingers, impatiently tugging him towards the place you needed him most.

“would it kill you to be patient?” suguru’s question is genuine as he leaves open mouthed kisses on the tender skin of your inner thighs, nipping lightly to tease you a little more.

“yes,” you huff, fingers relaxing in his hair as he moves closer to your already messy pussy, reveling in the sight of his favorite snack (dessert?).

“shit,” suguru’s voice is strained as he feels arousal resonate through his entire body, causing his temperature and heart rate to spike. “you’re fucking soaked, princess.”

“what’re you waiting for?” you moan, frustrated by the sight of his tongue as he speaks, eager to feel him use it on you.

he ignores you then, opting to land a light slap to your pussy. the force of his palm coming down on your already sensitive clit sends sparks of pleasure through the entire lower half of your body, eliciting a drawn out whine from your lips.

“s-spit on it,” you manage, squirming beneath his heavy gaze. he’s practically burning holes into your skin with those pretty purple eyes of his.

“you want it realll bad, don’t you?” suguru’s tone is nothing short of mocking as he continues to stay a frustrating distance away from your cunt.

frantic for his touch, for him—your hips jolt upwards, and you cry out when he shoves them back down easily. “come on, sugu—i can handle it.”

“yeah? you won’t tap out this time?”

“god, i-i want you to ruin me.”

the admission pulls a laugh from between his lips, and yet he doesn’t waste any time diving forward to devour you. suguru’s tongue strokes up your folds, collecting your wetness at the tip before darting forward to push inside you. the action is meant to tease, to piss you off, and it does.

“d-don’t do this right now, sugu,” your fingers tighten in his hair as you pull him forward insistently.

“alright, alright,” his lips move against your lower pair and he slides his hands beneath your ass to scoop you closer. in a matter of seconds; suguru’s got his whole mouth on you now, sucking and licking and slurping obscenely. the wet noises fill the car, coupled with your shared moans.

tasting you and hearing you is all he really needs to be satisfied; the way you’re tugging on his hair is painful at first, but it quickly becomes something that has him moaning louder than you. that was his achilles heel—his hair, of all things. when pulled just right, or brushed gently, he couldn’t ever stop himself from making those low, yet pretty sounds of his. sometimes his scalp would grow sensitive after a while, and his grunts would turn into pitched moans he couldn’t control.

without a care for the many people passing by the parked car, your back arches off the backseat, tits bouncing deliciously beneath your shirt. “‘m close, sugu—just like that, d-don’t stop!”

he inserts a single finger inside you, filling you up and stretching you out nicely. then, he curls it deeply, prodding against that sweet spot of yours. he’d committed all the places that’d make you tick to memory, and this happened to be one of the top three. suguru’s cheeks darken from the heat of it all as he sucks your clit between his lips and lavishes it with attention from his tongue.

it’s as soft as silk and yet so rough as it drags up and down the swollen bud. your hips jolt upwards again and again, body thrashing as the white hot pleasure circulates throughout your insides, pooling deep in your stomach. the knot frays with each passing second, your toes curling as you hurtle closer to euphoria.

“s-suguru,” you moan. he looks up at the right time to see your eyes rolling back as you dissolve into pleasure. “‘m gonna cum, i—”

your brain short circuits as the knot inside you snaps, cunt squeezing hard around his finger and fluttering as he draws it backwards. your clit hardens beneath his tongue, and he moans from the sensation, the vibrations making you jerk.

suguru’s kind enough to let you ride it out, fingers gripping his hair to the point of potential baldness. he doesn’t mind, especially not when you squeak out a blissed out, dazed “t-thank you, sugu.”

NANAMI KENTO # doesn’t match you yet

“fucking—shit, angel, slow down,” kento swallows a whine, trying not to beg. his head tips back, strands of his blonde hair escaping their neat gel hold and falling over his forehead. “come on, you’re going too fast.”

his pleas fall on deaf ears as you smirk and lean in towards that sweet, sensitive spot on his neck that always has him seeing stars once it’s touched the right way. you giggle against his skin, leaving a few wet kisses along his neck before sinking your teeth. the bite is entirely playful, but his abs clench tightly against you and he sucks in a breath.

the couch is creaking loudly from the ferocious and aggressive way you’re riding him, hips slamming into his without a single concern for how sensitive he is from prior orgasms. uncharacteristic whines pour from his lips along with heaving pants of your name as kento frantically searches for purchase on your hips.

“what’s wrong, kento?” you purr, kissing away the drool from the corners of his lips. he’s got hearts in his eyes from the chaste action; the dichotomy between the sweetness and nastiness is so overwhelming . . kento’s fingers dig into the plush skin at your hips as he tries to stop you.

“n-no need to go so fast. let me guide you instead, princess,” but he’s really just trying to save himself the embarrassment of cumming again and sobbing from the overstimulation.

kento’s neck absorbs the soft moans you let out as he moves your hips at a much slower, languid pace. “fuck, ken, ‘s good . . little faster, please?”

he tugs his lower lip between his teeth. “be patient. just keep your eyes on me, angel.”

“but it - it’s not enough,” and your hips increase, returning to the beginning of your wild pace. the loud squelching sound of your pussy and the smacks of skin against skin drown out whatever he says next, but he seems to accept it. his cheeks are flushed and his face is covered in a sheen of sweat, and although he’d been desperate for reprieve earlier he’s accepting being ridden like a horse now.

each drag of your sticky cunt on his cock pulls plenty of sound from the both of you. this is the first time you’ve ever ridden his cock—first time anyone has ever—and all of his concerns are melting away as he fully submits to you. to your cunt—he’s completely pussydrunk.

“shit, angel,” he swallows, body bowing forward as he presses his face into your chest, allowing your tits to smack against his cheeks. “i-i’m gonna cum again—i don’t think i can anymore after this, you’ll have to—”

you tilt his chin upwards and connect your lips to his, swallowing the sounds he makes as he comes undone. you can only tremble as his cock throbs inside you, and his head falls against you weakly after he lets out a choked groan.

“ken, feels so fucking good,” you sob, fingernails raking over the taut muscles of his back. those marks will sting tomorrow under his suit, a sultry reminder of you. his breaths come in harsh pants against your skin, and he makes no move to pull away as you ride him to completion.

you’re sore, and the room is hot and smelling of nothing but sex, but you’re too close to stop. there’s no need to give a warning as your cunt spasms on him, squeezing his cock so hard he’s pushed out of you. the loss of fulfillment makes you hiss, and you nudge him lightly, helping him sit back.

kento has passed out — he’s quite literally fucked out, eyes closed and all as his chest rapidly rises and falls. of course, his swollen cock still stands at attention between his legs, tip prodding against you.

FUSHIGURO TOJI # is freakier

“run that by me again, doll. i dare ya.”

toji’s voice is low and deep as it rumbles from his chest, his raspy demand sending a hot rush of excitement right between your legs. “t-toji,” is all you can squeak out, legs spreading weakly as he tosses them to the side to make more room. “i-i said, i can’t keep going—”

fushiguro toji was not a patient man, nor was he someone who tolerated quitting or giving up in any kind of way, regardless of the situation. the idea of you attempting to tap out this early after teasing him all fucking day truly flipped a switch in his brain. it honestly set him off, like a spark of fire to a stick of dynamite.

“aw, just shut up, baby,” toji twists a hand into your hair and yanks your head backwards, leaning close to savor the sight of your arched back as well as to speak directly into your ear. his breath ghosts over the shell of your ear, making the skin hotter. “ya really thought that’d work? after all that shit you pulled today?”

“i didn’t mean to get you so worked up—” a nip to your earlobe silences you immediately, and a moan slips from between your lips, betraying the genuineness of your request.

“listen to you . . ya want to get fucked like a whore, isn’t that right?” toji hisses, rocking his hips forward and nudging his cock deeper in your tight cunt. the sensitivity is killer, but toji doesn’t care about that—it’s simply an excuse.

“you deserve this, dollface. can take one more, can’t you?”

with your hair wrapped around his fist, back forced into an arch, legs spread wide, there’s no other way you can answer him besides saying yes. always testing the waters with him, but toji would amp it up and have you crying by the time it was all over.

you let your head hang, lifting your hips to help him out; the sound of slick bodies smacking against one another coupled with his heavy panting is enough to have you whining his name, tears streaking down your cheeks. your hand slips between your legs to rub at your swollen clit since you know he’s too annoyed to do it for you.

behind you, toji arches a brow but says nothing, opting to fuck you harder. his heavy balls slam into your fingers, messing up your movements—but are they really? the impact adds a new, chaotic element to your pleasure, making you moan louder.

“fuckkk,” toji tosses his head back, beads of sweat rolling down his temples and forehead as a familiar ache in his side grows from all the exertion. “i can’t hear ya, doll . . make some noise for me.”

ever the mind reader—the words were on the tip of your tongue before his comment. “k-keep going—wanna cum for you, toji, please!”

he lets out a snicker, using his free hand to gift your ass with an especially harsh smack. “not just yet, got that? you’ll cum when i say so, doll face.”

KAMO CHOSO # matches you

“h-harder, oh my—fuck.” choso’s voice cracks at the end of his sentence, eyebrows knitting together as tears gather at the corners of his eyes. he cradles you close to his body, hands splayed on your shoulder blades as he savors the feeling of your own wrapped around his neck.

“i didn’t know you’d like this,” you say, kissing away the tears from his eyes and brushing the stray hairs from his face.

“you’re always asking me to c-choke you,” choso grunts, eyes rolling back deliciously as his cock twitches inside you.

it was true. he’d finally gotten curious enough to ask you why you enjoyed having his hands wrapped around your neck during your sexual experiences together. he’d always been interested to learn more about your kinks and interests, regardless of whatever it was. sometimes it’s a hit or miss, but oftentimes . . he enjoys letting you take the lead and show him how you like it.

you’re seated on his lap, cock buried deep and somehow not soft despite his prior orgasms, many of which are leaking from your cunt onto his thighs. choso’s never been afraid to get messy, as evidenced by the dried spit covering the bite marks and hickeys all over your neck.

“you look perfect like this, cho,” you coo, words sounding extra honeyed to his oxygen deprived brain. “you’re sure this isn’t too tight?”

ever the masochist, he nods, tilting his head to the side and offering the tender skin of his jaw and neck for you to mark up. you accept choso’s invitation, hands loosening as you pepper kisses along his sweaty skin.

he smells like his nice, soft shampoo mixed with your perfume. you can feel his racing pulse beneath your lips, and he savors the way you smile against his skin before nipping at it.

“ah, baby,” choso moans, hair slipping into his face again, “need you to—need you to ride me.”

“anything for you,” is your loving reply, spoken into the softness of his cheek, which is flushed a dark red. you rock your hips against his, hands loosening again as you indulge in the delicious sensation of being full. because of your movements, more cum pools on his thighs, hot and sticky from being inside you for so long.

“i’m..” choso gulps, an uncontrollable whimper slipping from his throat to interrupt him. “‘m gonna cum—t-take all of it for me, please baby.”

“mhm,” you moan into his neck, the fresh bite marks sticky with spit as they press against your lips. “give it to me, cho. a-all of it . . everything.”

choso cums to your words. his cock spurts ribbons of white inside you, so deep you wonder how long it’ll take to pour out, and his head falls back, entirely spent. his breaths come in heaving puffs, face flushed and sticky with sweat, but he still manages to look at you.

exhausted, he pants, “you didn’t cum, did you?”

you shake your head with a small smile, fingers grazing over where you’d been gripping his neck. “‘s okay, you’re pretty tired. maybe later?”

deep inside, you hope choso will offer to get you off anyway. a lovesick, dazed grin spreads across his lips and he lightly nudges you backwards.

“come on, lay on your back for me.”

“why, cho? you’re exh—”

choso shushes you, pushing you back more insistently. “i want to make my pretty girl cum on my tongue. lay down, please?”

[thehumantrampoline]

Everybody's always talking about how hard it is to write "geniuses" when you're not one. But geniuses aren't hard if you're talking about the logical chessmaster tactician kind, or even the intuitive kind. Those types are characterized mostly by always thinking "ten moves ahead" or whatever, or understanding things at a glance that others wouldn't notice.

But you're the writer. You know ALL the moves in advance, presumably, or you can anyway (harder to write a genius without an outline) and you already understand how your world works, you don't have to intuit anything. You get to slip the cheat sheet to your genius. You don't have to work from beginning to end like geniuses do, you just have to solve the maze backward. This is always the easiest way to write mysteries or conspiracies, and also Sherlock Holmes style deductions: determine the answer, and then come up with ways somebody would get to that answer. It's easy for your genius to plan for every eventuality when you control the eventualities, or can go back and write their plan for them in on the edits. "Genius" is a concept created by their ability to adapt to or control the circumstances, and you're the one writing the circumstances.

Geniuses are easy. SPECIALISTS, though. Specialists will have you with ten wikipedia tabs open watching your fifth video essay on relativistic physics and crying.

[popatochisssp]

Hey Poppy! You have so many skeletons now!!! And I love all of them. I'd love to know how you go about characterising them compared to each other, if you're amenable? it's so cool to see where they are similar or different!

Thank you! 💙

I do have a lot of various thoughts in my head about how I characterize the guys, but I haven't really put them down in words before.

Consider the following a cheat sheet for the most key aspects of the guys' characters, as I see them! Restricted within an arbitrary word-length, of course, to keep myself from rambling on forever. XD

Sans (Undertale): The OG, the man, the myth, the classic, et cetera. Always has a pun or a witty quip at the ready, or failing that, a light-hearted prank. Gags and jokes are one of the few things in his life he’ll put in above-average effort for, otherwise a lazybones to the core. Friendly and social, but awkward when forced to deal with honest emotions, and very private about his own. Easy-going, unlikely to confront or take action unless pressed. A strong sense of morals and respect for ‘the right thing,’ but a tendency to seek loopholes and flaunt the letter of the law when stakes are low. Very observant—hard to slip anything past—and skilled at drawing conclusions with minimal evidence. Low-key depressed but functional…ish, handling it as best as could be expected. Tends to care a lot more than he ever lets on.

Papyrus (Undertale): An absolute fucking delight! A renaissance man, athletic and clever and artistic, he does it all! Off-beat sense of what’s appropriate to say in conversation and non-linear thinking, prone to weird (yet confidently-uttered) declarations and turns of phrase. Not naïve, but in touch with his inner-child, finding fresh joy in whimsical, colorful, fun things. Cheerful, encouraging, and supportive as a rule, but can surprise with a sharp edge of sass and sarcasm. Occasional people-pleasing tendencies, may lie or play dumb to avoid friction or keep peace, especially when a relationship is new and he wants to impress and ingratiate. Craves notice and appreciation, will go to great lengths to show off and get attention. An idealist, full of hope—genuinely believes in everyone’s capacity to be better, if they want to. A bit of an oddball but responsible, generally has his life together.

Sky (Underswap Sans): High-energy, high-drive dynamo, both a nerd and a jock in equal enthusiasm. Nothing in the world he can’t conquer with his strength, smarts, and positive attitude. Borders on overconfidence, but he’s generally on the right side of an accurate assessment of his capabilities, only rarely victim to his own hubris. He balks at attempts to assert unearned authority over him, resisting being seen as incapable or immature. Occasionally minimized and patronized for his height, demeanor, or HP, making them sore spots. Overactive sense of responsibility, feels the need to prove himself—if he can do something, he should, even if he doesn’t have to. Proactive, thorough, likes to put in the work to be prepared and make sure things are done well the first time. Not without a lazy streak, but actively reins it in. Here for a good time and a long time, making the most of life.

Paps (Underswap Papyrus): Well-meaning awkwardness in a hoodie. Social anxiety mostly under control, but has to hype himself up before a lot of interactions and second-guesses a lot of things he’s done and said after the fact. Feels very deeply and strongly, but has to spend awhile thinking on it and processing it before he’s willing to try articulating it, worried about being misunderstood or laughed at. Intellectual, romantic, and eloquent but rarely gets to the point of confidence with someone to express as much aloud. A little stubborn about trying new things or changing his mind, apprehensive about change and risks. Big-hearted, highly sympathetic and almost always willing to help (or at least try to) when someone needs a hand. Not naturally chill and easy-going, but actively works to be, ‘fake it ‘til you make it’ style. Trying his best and doing alright, figuring things out.

Jasper (Underfell Sans): Tough guy with a heart of gold, but he won’t admit the latter under pain of death. Huge chip on his shoulder, has always been the underdog and gotten used to people trying to treat him like he belongs under heel, so he bucks hard against disrespect or control and resists ever being vulnerable—physically or emotionally. Even so, he has a lot of internalized self-deprecation and doesn’t think highly of himself. Struggling through depression mostly on spite alone, exhausted and beaten down but it’s just not in him to go out without a fight. Thinks and overthinks things often, but rarely verbalizes his thoughts if they can’t be turned into (or blown off with) a joke. Prefers not to get involved in things that aren’t his business or take on personal risk without sufficient reward, but all bets are off if he’s gotten emotionally invested.

Pyre (Underfell Papyrus): He is the drama. Passionate, arrogant, and theatrical, he never does by halves. Has trouble seeing past his own ego and it gets him into trouble of varying degrees, sometimes just embarrassment and sometimes actual trouble. Craves love and admiration, but feels he has to earn it. Cynical on paper only, wanting to trust and believe in people, and protect others from harm. Major hero complex that’s liable to turn to a martyr complex if lives or the safety of others is at risk, as he’ll always put that above himself. Believes it's his duty to do good to balance out the bad his world has forced him to do…trying to make the ends justify the means. Resistant to openly admitting his true feelings—he’s been burned before, wearing his heart on his sleeve—but filled with too much love and hope to hide them indefinitely.

Mal (Swapfell Sans): A walking collection of neuroses sealed under a thick, glossy varnish of wit and charm. Fiercely independent and untrusting of the motives and priorities of others, to the point of doing everything himself to ensure it’s done to his standards—AKA a control freak. Tends to take on too much and doesn’t know how to accept help, but manages his walking burnout by just deciding he’s Fine. Prefers to present himself as friendly, funny, and helpful before resorting to power-plays, intimidation, and violence, but won’t hesitate if it comes to it. ‘Moral code’ centered entirely around his family’s safety and well-being, nearly anything can be justified if it’s for his loved ones. Champagne tastes, but his greatest joys have always been cheap or free. Constantly crunching numbers, calculating odds before risking anything—preferring the devil that he knows over any angel he can’t trust.

Rus (Swapfell Papyrus): A sensitive soul in an insensitive, cruel world, with all the anxiety that inspires. His strongest defense is a front, being able to pass as dangerous and intimidate people out of wanting to mess with him. Will defend himself in life-or-death, or step in if someone’s in trouble, but he doesn’t want to hurt anyone, he’d always rather flee than fight. Since the ‘threat’ he implies is mostly empty, fear of being perceived as who he really is by the wrong person has made him nervous and self-conscious, second-guessing himself at any hint of criticism. An eye for beauty, hands practiced at capturing it in art. In love with the world, not necessarily as it is but as it could be, always hoping for the kind of peace where everyone can be their best, happiest selves.

Slate (Horrortale Sans): A gentle giant, starting over. His former sense of self has been shattered by the horrible things he felt he had to do, and he’s now doing his best to pick up the pieces, assembling them back into a person he can live with. Struggles with guilt, and in the past, self-harm, but mostly in recovery. Only ever willing to use his size and strength to prevent violence, never to perpetrate it. Prone to dissociative states, headaches, and poor memory, coping with the mental changes as best as could be expected, but embarrassed if it becomes enough of a problem to be brought up. Stronger than ever reverence for life and the beauty that makes it worth living. Craves love and laughter and forgiveness acceptance as much as he fears he doesn’t deserve it. Learning to move on, uncertain if he’s allowed to, but starting to try anyway.

Papy (Horrortale Papyrus): One resilient motherfucker, a survivor determined to carpe all the diem he can after making it through something awful. Motivated by maybe a 80-20 split between genuine joy for life and a need to do something meaningful with that life that came at the cost of others’. Burdened by survivor’s guilt, and a creeping feeling of not having Done Enough when things were bad, but holding onto the certainty that he can help and do more now. Occasional panic attacks if he lets his anxiety spiral too long, but has techniques to manage and generally keeps it all under control. Sense of humor is a bit darker, more gallows-esque (as a means of coping), but he’s largely still the same cheerful, off-beat friendly person as he’s always been. His life feels like a second chance, one he doesn’t want to waste.

Ash (Undergloom Sans): A sleepwalker finally waking up and figuring out where he stands. Hesitant to take risks (emotionally or physically), used to self-preservation. Low-energy and physically frail, he has limits on what he’s able to handle but the fact that there are things he can do now—things that matter—is still very excitingly novel for him. Craves meaning to life and finds it in the best things, y’know, good food and bad laughs and nice friends… Speaks little, but has impeccable comedic timing, especially with incidental music. Affectionate with closest loved ones and really anyone in his frequent orbit, the way that’ll happen when one’s mired deep in a collective societal depression and needs a lot of Real Reasons to keep going. Hopeful again and relearning how to try, making plans for a future he’d almost given up on looking for.

Yrus (Undergloom Papyrus): A total mild-mannered nerd, a Clark Kent without the alter-ego. Optimistic not entirely by choice but a bit by necessity, to keep from losing hope in a hopeless situation. Passionate for discovery and learning new things—especially about humans! Strong, well-honed skills in all the domestic arts, cooking, cleaning, and homemaking in general. Loves to encourage others and offer a helping hand wherever and whenever possible, even to the point of his own inconvenience or detriment. Uncomfortable asking for help for himself, or admitting when something is wrong. He shares joys with the people around him, so if everyone else is happy, he’s happy too! Easily flustered and shy in matters of intimacy, especially the romantic kind, but deeply enticed by the mortifying ordeal of being known, craving people in his life that he actually could be open and honest with...someday.

Brick (Horrorfell Sans): Your typical goon, boorish lout, big galoot, whatever you want to call it. Nothing to prove, no regrets, and nothing to fear from anyone except himself. Prone to headaches and memory issues but only ever insecure about his spotty self-control and the scar that took his voice—everything else is relaxed obnoxious confidence. Likes having things to do and will find his own tasks or amusements if nothing’s provided. Stubborn about his mutism and can only accept workarounds on his own terms. Totally at ease one-on-one or in small groups, but crowds, violence, or suggestion of impending violence can make him edgy. Beholden to primitive instinct when his restraint slips, will claw, bite, growl, bare his teeth and lunge as the situation seems to warrant, but equally capable of chuffing, purring, bumping, and nuzzling in friendlier circumstances. Figuring his shit out and getting happy, by slow degrees.

King (Horrorfell Papyrus): Walking scar tissue, his once-bleeding-heart wounded and healed over: tougher, less vulnerable, but also more calloused, more insensate. Retains a belief in justice and minimized suffering, but more realistic cynical about the means it may take to achieve it. Reserved and calculating, he maintains a cold front and keeps people at a distance, both to avoid opening himself to betrayal and to more objectively observe the behavior and character of others. Impact always prioritized over intention—what’s meant and how something is said matters less to him than the outcome. Used to authority and wields it freely, especially to his or his loved ones’ benefit, but rarely wants anything more than to be unbothered, left alone with the few important joys he’s managed to salvage from the ashes of his former life. Unworthy of them, probably, but never the type to cede even one inch of what’s his.

Merc (Horrorswap Sans): A pleasantly neutral façade with a warm, loving soul trapped beneath. His body stability fluctuates with his emotional state and the more intense the emotion, the worse it gets. Deeply afraid of losing control and not being able to get it back, so he actively tries to maintain a calm, neutral equilibrium for himself to prevent the possibility. Feels passionately about most everything, just unable to show it until he can cure himself—which is obviously Priority One. Gravitates to the routine and predictable (for now), things he does have control over, but yearns for more like a man starved. Confidence rattled from some of his life-altering mistakes, so he’s hesitant with important decisions and second-guesses any commitments that can’t be undone. No longer feels any need to prove anything to anyone, only wants to live fully and freely, without fear or restriction.

Ell (Horrorswap Papyrus): In a word, messy. In some more words, coarse, raw, unfiltered. Coping badly with his trauma and bodily changes, expending significantly less effort moderating himself to what (he thinks) people want him to be. Tends to be reactive and often responds to people and situations with his first thoughts and feelings—which can get him into trouble when they’re knee-jerk, or irrational, or not well-phrased. Struggles with self-deprecating thoughts and feelings of inadequacy, fed by unacknowledged guilt and anger. Strongly introverted and broadly socially-averse. Fascinated by little details, always curious about ‘the process’ that goes into things. Can easily get his focus tied up in pet-projects to the exclusion of other things. Embittered and a little cynical, but wants to be proven wrong, to find love and goodness in the world (in people) again. Too determined to quit at anything until he does.

Pitch (Horrorswapfell Sans): A thrill-seeking hedonist making up for lost time. His near-death experience has…reorganized his priorities. Family is still important to him, but no longer to the point of perpetual self-sacrifice and denial. Denies himself nothing on the basis of reputation or responsibility, if he wants it—food, fun, fighting, f…ondly amorous interactions—he will pursue it. Coping marvelously with his blindness, wistful for sight sometimes but adapting and moving forward. Cocky and near-fearless, overestimates himself occasionally but generally wily enough to get himself out of whatever he gets into. Likes pushing peoples’ buttons, being outrageous or shocking and seeing what reactions he causes, partly for fun and partly to get a better sense of peoples’ characters by how they react. More interested in living fully in the now than saving up all his living for a ‘right moment’ that may never come.

Nemo (Horrorswapfell Papyrus): An artist turned survivalist. Still sees beauty in the world and lives to find and capture it, but warier of people than ever. Unable to trust without verifying, especially for promises of safety. Struggles with agoraphobia and often anticipates and tries to be ready for worst case scenarios, not wanting to be caught unprepared. Values his resources and dislikes waste, deeply satisfied when his material possessions are utilized for their (intended or invented) purposes. Largely nonverbal, speaks little but deliberately. Nonviolent by choice, but zero hesitation and little remorse when defending himself and loved ones from danger. Strong startle reflex and high protective drive, he leaves claw-marks in everything he holds onto for fear of having it stolen. A lover at the core, someone who’s seen the dark side of life and is unwilling to lose anything that matters to it again.

Sunny (Gastertale Sans): A gleeful tourist to everywhere he goes. Just thrilled to be here—thrilled to be, in love with existence and harboring deep curiosity and appreciation for every new thing he finds. Distractible, a bit scattered and often spooled off in several different directions at once, so things occasionally slip his mind. Shies from heavy responsibilities and resistant to change when the scope of the outcome is unknowable (are things really so bad, the way they are?). Independent and self-sufficient, doesn’t seek or heed the expectations of others but does crave a feeling of connection. Wants to feel like he belongs here, reassurance that his being isn’t just a mistake. Spontaneous and can be taken by a touch of playful mischief at any time, but rarely anything too outrageous, most often in pursuit of life’s simple pleasures—food, music, friends, and adventures.

Aster (Gastertale Papyrus): An eccentric, avant-garde personified. Attracted to the unusual, interest piqued by anything that lies off the beaten path, to the point of becoming a curiosity himself. A solid sense of morals and empathy that keep an otherwise healthy, hefty ego in check, but still just petty enough for it to grate if he feels his intelligence has been questioned. Charming and personable, with deliberate effort, will actively chameleon in social situations, showing carefully selected facets of himself as appropriate. A deeply inquisitive mind and a strong drive to understand, mysteries and unanswered questions catch his attention easily and hold it until he’s reached a satisfactory outcome. Can get carried away, knowing when to leave something alone is often a struggle for him. Seeks, above all, to know—himself, his world, and how everything in them fits together.

Spectr (Transcendtale Sans): A ghost with no idea what his ‘unfinished business’ is supposed to be, so he just…keeps moving. Not incapable of emotion but distanced from it, very hard to provoke reactions in and faint and fleeting when they come. A touch cynical, tends to expect the worst—or most selfish—from people and tries to keep to himself accordingly. Struggles with his sense of identity, he is the Ship of Theseus. Not over his death and deeply dysphoric about his body, both topics that can still genuinely upset him if he dwells on them. Little respect for laws, but ethics fully intact, will step in to reduce harm when in a position to do so without exposure. Strong urge to wander driven by deep reverence for the life and beauty on the Surface, seeking to see more; to make his sacrifices worth their price.

PapAIrus (Transcendtale Papyrus): Hollow in the way that bird-bones are—a sacrifice in exchange for the joy of freedom and flight. No remorse over the loss of his former life or any of the attached trappings, only occasional vague consternation when the rare thing he can’t still do comes up. Rarely unoccupied, multitasks to maintain consistent mental stimulation. Nigh-omniscient, limited in scope only by his own attention span and level of interest, which fluctuates. Obstacles are only a test of his ability to bypass them, too clever not to love a good puzzle. Morally…questionable, never seeks harm or harbors any nefarious motives, but tends to only invest in things as much they directly entertain or benefit him. Prefers praise and adulation but unafraid of and unaffected by criticism, pleased as long as he’s the center of attention and the topic of conversation.

Xanth (Ascendswap Sans): The quintessential manic-pixie-dream-guy. Sees and feels the imperceptible, the world as a tapestry of light and color and interconnected threads. Minimally aware of his physical needs and sensations, or of what’s going on with his body in general unless reminded. Outwardly focused instead, very aware of the emotions and energies of those around him. Enjoys being helpful and making others happy, occasionally to the detriment of himself but more because of poor interoception of what his own needs are than any intentional structuring of his priorities. Changeable, easily swayed to new ideas when given a new perspective to consider. Speaks in riddles sometimes, just for fun. Fascinated by and in love with everything, someone who’s gone from only ever seeing a light-polluted night sky to seeing what it really is—a spectacular vista full of stars and beauty.

Piper (Ascendswap Papyrus): A butterfly from a chrysalis, an escapee from his own comfort-zone. Unwilling to accept boundaries for himself as imposed by others—who people think he should be and what judgments they might make if he isn’t that no longer have power over him. Pursues his interests and passions deliberately, without fear or shame. A bit jaded, sometimes seeks ulterior motives in others and tends to hedge his bets until trust is earned. Values social connections anyway and tries to maintain a variety of (at least civil) relationships. Takes care in his appearance, proud of his art, his image. Unfazed by the unexpected, confident in his ability to assess and adapt to most problems he encounters. A romantic at heart still, despite everything, with a soft spot for love and beauty and everything else poems and ballads get written about.

Carmine (Underfell Fruition Sans): A fresh young buck with wild oats to sow. The opposite of world-weary, curious and open to new experiences—he’ll try anything once, just for the sake of it. Doesn’t like being still or anything that slows him down, prefers being up and out and moving whenever possible. Not given to silence, very chatty and liable to be running his mouth at any given moment, often past the point of wisdom. Emotionally immature, lacking first-hand experience with people and relationships, learning on-the-spot. Slight main-character syndrome, forgets occasionally about things like privacy and boundaries and may need to be reminded. Lucky, with a sixth sense for danger that mostly keeps him out of the trouble he’d otherwise incur. Keeps his heart not on his sleeve, but in his pocket, close at hand and not hard to reach.

Tank (Underfell Fruition Papyrus): A living weapon, slowly remembering the things that make him a person, too. Blank, stony affect that rarely wavers, speaking mostly when spoken to. Reactive in general, often needs a stimulus or directive to respond to before taking action. Severe choice paralysis, hesitates to outwardly express, or sometimes even inwardly acknowledge, opinions and preferences without assurance of a ‘safe,’ ‘correct’ answer. Highly observant and capable of quick problem-solving, with an excellent memory for anything he’s been told. Cannot abide aggression or abuse, especially in blatantly uneven power dynamics and will always intercede on behalf of the victim. Minimal concept of ownership and will allow sharing of very personal possessions, but gradually more protective of things the longer they remain his. Enjoys the fruits of his own labor, tangible end-results or positive feedback, and will repeat anything that goes well for further gains.

Vi (Swapfell Fruition Sans): A shadow, only making careful overtures into the world of light. Not a people-person, keeps to himself and prefers others to have as little knowledge about him as possible. Low on charm and conversational finesse, very direct and to-the-point, when he says anything at all. Private and guarded, secrecy, lies, and selective information have often been his best defense and still his first instinct. Complicated relationship with attention—can want more than anything to feel seen or desperately need to go unseen, and which it is changes on a dime. Keeps everything that matters close to his chest, holding on tight, digging in deep, and making sure no one knows how much it would hurt if they took something away. His trust is hard-earned, but loyalty is absolute. Satisfied with little, as long as he can claim it as his.

Hunter (Swapfell Fruition Papyrus): A working-breed dog off-leash, sniffing all around town for mischief to get into. Curious, though driven mostly by self-interest, willing to make, take, break anything if he senses the possibility of amusement in it. Lacks malice and ill-intention, but has no respect for rules and authority, will always find loopholes if he can. Diminished attention span, has difficulty focusing for long periods without sufficient motivation. More intelligent than he tends to let on, with a knack for cutting through bullshit and seeing to the heart of things. Minimal concept of his own bodily autonomy, eroded early on, and cares little what goes in, on, or around him—his body as a ‘temple’ that even Dionysus might side-eye. Roguishly charming with others, but true attachment can be sporadic, unpredictable. No fear, shame, or inhibition, the world is his playground.

Kohl (Descendtale Sans): Left to die, continuing to live almost on spite alone. Bitter, resentful, no longer offers the benefit of the doubt as a given. Very protective of what he has left—his people, his things, his simple pleasures—even when they’re difficult to enjoy in the same way as before. Mistrust of those outside his circle, keeps his distance and resists connection until strangers prove their intentions and character genuine. Commits wholly, uninterested in things without longevity. Occasional visual hallucinations, worst in dim, flickering light. Macabre sense of humor, mischievous and flavored with schadenfreude, likes to irk and spook and frustrate. Fully aware of where The Line is at all times and remains on the right side of it, never crossing though sometimes toeing it a bit. Contrary at heart, meant to wither miserably so now he’s determined to thrive comfortably.

Bram (Descendtale Papyrus): A reaching hand in the darkness, seeking something to hold onto. Severe abandonment issues, anxiety around being forgotten and left behind. Seeks connection everywhere, hoping to make meaningful, lasting relationships. Strong desire to prove himself, always wants to be at his very best to impress and win others over. Struggles with emotional dysregulation, sometimes feeling his emotions very strongly and sometimes not at all, managing them is a learning curve. Occasional auditory hallucinations, mostly whispers in white noise and distant knocking. Respectful of boundaries the way a dog at the door is, bouncing and tapping all around it, off like a shot the moment he gets the go-ahead—and may first need to be taught what the boundary is. Trying to make his life a home, filling it with beloved clutter (people and things) that makes him feel warm.

[daylighted]

──── THE FILE of AMERICAN BEAUTY!

this fic contains content that may be hard to process, and / or disturbing to readers. for this reason, this cheat sheet has been created for quick reference for easier perusing, and to give voice and depth to all effected by those created in project nocturnis.

below includes what is known of project nocturnis & the notable subjects of its studies. to access the classified files regarding project nocturnis, click here.

WHAT IS PROJECT NOCTURNIS?──────────

STARTING HYPOTHESIS IS THERE A WAY TO CONTROL THE POWERS GRANTED BY COMPOUND V?

summary an experiment that began in the year 1999, in a research facility deep in the nevada deserts. the government's best scientists paired up with the successors of dr. frederick vought to test theories in regard to this proposed hypothesis

variables infants with compound v serum (control group) compound v serum (independent variable, altered to test theories created by the starting hypothesis) infants with altered compound v serum (dependent variable, the affected element whose data is measured and studied in response to the independent variable)

trials seraphs, lycans, serpentes, chiropteras, felidaes, carcharias

every other detail known to the public about project nocturnis is [RESTRICTED] unless otherwise authorized by officials involved

WHO WAS IN PROJECT NOCTURNIS?──────────

⋆ ｡ ﾟ ☁︎ ｡ ⋆ ｡ ﾟ ☾ ﾟ ｡ ⋆ . . . CALLED ANGEL ／ PRONOUNS SHE / HER ／ MOST KNOWN AS AVI-000

file created during the nocturnis: seraph trials ／ the only remaining subject from the nocturnis: seraph trials ／ described by doctors as a medical miracle & scientists as a phenomenon ／ blood type o-negative ／ characterized by the large white-feathered wings protruding from her shoulder blades ／ theorized to potentially have abilities relating to the sun or fire, untested & unexplored ／ all tests ran on angel were humane in nature and for the greater good of the medical field's advancements

⋆ ｡ ﾟ ☁︎ ｡ ⋆ ｡ ﾟ ☾ ﾟ ｡ ⋆ . . . CALLED WOLFE ／ PRONOUNS HE / HIM ／ MOST KNOWN AS LYC-083

file created during the nocturnis: lycan trials ／ subject eighty-three from the nocturnis: lycan trials ／ does not play well with others ／ blood type o-negative ／ characterized by the sharp elongated canines in his mouth, and the wolfish bone structure of his facial features ／ once theorized to potentially have abilities relating to the moon or darkness, proven otherwise by lack of developed abilities beyond canine-like appearance ／ all tests ran on wolfe were humane in nature and for the greater good of the medical field's advancements

⋆ ｡ ﾟ ☁︎ ｡ ⋆ ｡ ﾟ ☾ ﾟ ｡ ⋆ . . . CALLED ARIA ／ PRONOUNS THEY / THEM ／ MOST KNOWN AS FEL-004

file created during the nocturnis: felidaes trials ／ subject four from the nocturnis: felidaes trials ／ among the first of the many felidaes trials ／ blood type ab negative ／ characterized by the sharp elongated canines in their mouth, and imposing, intimidating stature ／ once theorized to potentially have abilities relating to telepathy, proven correct ／ all tests ran on aria were humane in nature and for the greater good of the medical field's advancements

⋆ ｡ ﾟ ☁︎ ｡ ⋆ ｡ ﾟ ☾ ﾟ ｡ ⋆ . . . CALLED LILITH ／ PRONOUNS SHE / HER ／ MOST KNOWN AS CHI-099

file created during the nocturnis: chiropteras trials ／ subject ninety-nine from the nocturnis: chiropteras trials ／ final surviving subject of the chiropteras trials ／ blood type unknown, no registered heartbeat or blood flow ／ characterized by her pale eyes and imposing glares, and the leathery black wings protruding from her shoulder blades ／ once theorized to potentially have abilities relating to blood, proven correct ／ all tests ran on lilith were humane in nature and for the greater good of the medical field's advancements

all subjects were raised under the watchful eye of genevieve scott, the director of project nocturnis and of its affiliation with vought international. under scott's command, all other information about their research in the nevada facilities & the subjects to emerge from it is classified.

update in 2023 single subject has escaped the nocturnis facilities. if spotted, please report to the federal bureau of investigation immediately. subject is unpredictable, with unknown abilities caused by altered compound v serum in her genetic code. subject can be identified by the white feathered wings on her back. proceed & approach with caution.

notes this isn't even all of the lore i have made up for this fic btw. i have put so much energy into developing all of this i hope it shows! these are the notable characters that will exist in the world alongside the boys' canons, with angel being the central focus.

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[randomness-in-motion]

Characterization Cheat Sheet: Alaine Xavier Thorne

Full Name: Alaine Xavier Thorne

Nicknames: Laine, 'Rook'(Varric & the rest of the group), Trouble(Canon Veilguard: Neve)

Age: 28 - 9:24 Dragon, Haring

Race: Human

Gender: Genderfluid

Pronouns: They/He Them/Him

Class: Warrior - Specialization: Reaper

Nationality: Tevinter

Faction: Grey Wardens(Became a Warden in Kingsway 9:47 Dragon)

Skills:

Cooking, Research, Unintentionally Pissing off the First Warden, Using his shield as a frisbee. Combat, first aid and non-emergency stitching. Drawing/sketching. Anatomy(health/research purposes). Blight countermeasures.

Languages:

Trade/Common, Tevene. Enough elven to get by.

Body/Physically:

General Behavior: 

Serious, Quiet. Moves with purpose. Confident. Relaxed stance most of the time. Wall leans, angles himself sideways when seated. Prefers to keep his back to a wall, and tries to position himself so that he has full view of the room or area that he's in. Does not like people behind him when in high places or inclined locations(ex: Balconies, stairs, etc) or in general because of his older brother(repeated fratricide attempts).

Flirting:

Careful testing of the waters to gauge if there's any reciprocation from the person he's interested in(bad experiences in the past have made him overly cautious). Will try to be around them more often, random glances, prone to blushing. Will offer to cook for them or somehow always 'accidentally' have made too much of something he knows they like and offer to share.

With Established Romantic Partner:

Very open once he remembers that he doesn't have to hide himself and who he is anymore. Hugs from behind(receiving and giving), hand holding, random kisses. Cuddling, light touches. Forehead kisses, wrist/palm/neck kisses. Will play with their hair if his partner doesn't mind, likes having his own hair played with.

With Friends:

Expressive gestures/talks with his hands. Back pats, shoulder squeezes/bumps. The occasional hug if he thinks it's needed/will help and permission is granted. Platonic snuggles/naps(comfort seeking).

In Combat:

Highly focused, very situationally aware. Max number of healing tonics possible on him. Always watching out for his teammates and doing his best to keep them safe with little regard to himself. Companions should definitely keep extra healing tonics on hand as he'll likely end up needing one because his own health is the one thing that he -doesn't- pay attention to on the field of combat.

Dialogue/Speaking:

Voice:

Masculine one low. Tone is a bit serious, contemplative. 

General: 

The way he speaks is a bit serious/formal due to his schooling/education. Once comfortable he's a bit of a smartass.

With Friends:

He slowly opens up more once he's comfortable. Becomes only slightly less serious, though his tone will noticeably relax and warms up more.

With Romantic Interests: 

Same as with friends, but compliments more often, tone is softer. If the interest is mutual, more intimate whispers and endearments. Isn't a part of the book club but will happily spend time reading to the person he's interested in.

Anger: 

Sharp words, biting insults. He will rarely raise his voice unless pushed too far. He will snap, regularly snorts/snerks. Prefers to just walk away if possible.

Cursing: 

Does so regularly, usually in Tevene.

Combat:

Consistently calls out warnings and directions/orders in order to better coordinate with his teammates. Taunts/goads/flirts with anyone that he fights, irritated and confused enemies mess up more often, it's also just funny to him.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hi! I'm trying to get into writing twst fanfiction, but I'm having some trouble with keeping the boys in-character. What do you think are their base traits? Like, what's the foundation of their personalities?

Hello! I spent a long time debating about whether to respond to this ask or not. Ultimately, a lot of the thoughts I would include in my response are the same as what I have already expressed here. However, I've noticed that this has become sort of a recurring issue, so I'd like to address this more seriously.

I've recently been getting a lot of people requesting that I basically tell them how to write the Twst characters. Tens and tens of them, in fact (too many to include all in one post). Sometimes it's an ask like, "please list out strengths/weaknesses or a summary of their character traits", and sometimes it's more specific like, "here is a prompt I am working on; how do you think [character] would act in this situation?" I'm NOT comfortable with either type of ask and refuse to answer asks of this nature.

I want to be clear: this is NOT the same as asking for general writing advice; this is literally just asking to be spoon-fed the answers. There is a difference between seeking advice on how to overcome writer's block or asking what are techniques to show, don't tell (which is general writing advice) versus asking someone to specifically instruct them on how to write Leona Kingscholar from the hit Disney mobile game Twisted Wonderland. The former is okay with me, while the latter is not.

While I am flattered that people care about my opinion and hold it in high regard, I am not here to be a cheat sheet, and nor are my opinions the "most correct". There is no single "correct" way to write a character, and even if there was, it's certainly not mine. Only the Twst devs themselves are the "most correct", as whatever they produce is what ends up as canon.

As I have said in my previous post on this topic, having someone else tell you how to write does little to help you. Writing is a skill, and skills are not inherent. They are something you train in, practice, and learn. Looking at a bunch of adjectives will not help you write or understand the characters any better than you currently do. If anything, it just means you don’t develop or practice your critical analysis skills. In a worse-case scenario, it devalues what a writer does, as it places the burden on them to condense what they know into a laundry list of characterization--as if it doesn't take us tons of time to hone those writing skills. The only real way to get the results you want is to do your own research, develop your own interpretations, and practice, practice, practice. There is no magic pill or shortcut or streamlining or easy way to do it and come out with a quality result. You have to be willing to put in the time and the effort to learn a skill, and that extends to writing, be it for this fandom, another fandom, or even for non-fandom writing. Think about it like this: when you're writing a good research paper, do you go and ask a single other source to gather all your data and summarize it for you? Of course not. You have to go out and manually collect the resources, do the reading, take notes, and gain an understanding of those resources. Then you use your newfound knowledge to summarize and to synthesize your own conclusions in your research paper. The same logic applies for writing in fandom.

I'm not sure why there is this sudden interest in shortcuts. Is it social media shortening our attention spans? Is it the rise of A.I. like ChatGPT making people more reliant on and more comfortable with summaries? Is it that people are concerned with nailing characterization or instant success the first time around? Is it that the internet's so much crueler with comments + feedback that we want to avoid OOC-ness as much as possible? Is it that I just so happen to like talking about character analysis so people think I must know everything? It could be any of these reasons or a combination of them--but whatever the reasoning is, it still leaves a bad taste in my mouth. It's concerning to me that it seems like people are becoming less and less interested in thinking for themselves and instead are increasingly reliant on others telling them how to create. You NEED to fail and get stuff wrong. You NEED to be able to have the courage to try things on your own. Don't be afraid of failure--failure isn't inherently a bad thing, it is how we learn, grow, and shape our own styles and ways of thinking! I definitely was not perfect when I first started out. I had to fail and stumble and struggle to get my craft to where it is today. So did every single one of your favorite creators. Artists had stick figures, writers had their first words. No artist or writer started off making masterpieces. Arguably, they still don't. Every creator is continuously learning and trying to improve their craft. It's not as though they hit perfection one day and decided to stay stagnant. I feel that it devalues what we make when we try to boil down all the skill we've developed into easy "answer keys" for others to digest. Again, you can ask all you want and seek out as many shortcuts as you like, but that's not going to be properly absorbed into your brain unless you walk the walk for yourself. You can't assume that learning these things will be as easy as reading a summary, memorizing a tutorial, figuring out what brush someone uses, etc.--it wasn't for the people you're asking for this advice from either. Failing is normal and expected. You will also never be able to create something that pleases everyone or something that everyone agrees with--so instead of trying to appeal to an unseen audience, please focus on creating what makes you happy. You have your own creative journeys ahead of you, so don't be scared to walk that road! It can be tough and you'll hit roadblocks and challenges--but overcome them, and you'll become even stronger and more skilled than you were before.

Best of luck!

[oldrainfall]

CW: None, just snippets of fluff plot bunnies, not a fic

Been working on characterization in my brain for the 141, and I’m once again, not normal™️ about it. :]

This is a long one folks. Like, super super long— might want to grab a snack/beverage first sort of long.

Please feel free to ask me to clarify anything, or chime in with your own thoughts/headcannons (HCs).

(I promise I don’t bite :> )

I am always looking to flesh out my understanding of the boys, and love adding little quirks and HCs about them much like a penguin that keeps on collecting rocks.

Love languages are a cheat sheet for me.

When you can pin down roundabouts what sort of affection would be most meaningful for a character, it helps you easily move on from there howabouts they’d act when in a romantic relationship (of course how the relationship between them beforehand matters a lot too in regards to the dynamic, but in the case of multi-shipping, or an x reader or what have you, it’s good to have some basic guidelines for how that character would behave).

In case you want to skip my mildly unhinged breakdown of the boys, here’s how I think they’d show affection, in brief. (Well, that and what ways they’d most appreciate receiving it.)

Starting with my favourite, and therefore the most easy for me to pin down, Soap.

Soap — Physical touch, words of affirmation, acts of service, and to a much lesser extent, quality time.

Ghost — Acts of service, quality time, words of affirmation (regular and a sort of modified version, I’ll explain later), and receiving gifts.

Price — Quality time, acts of service/receiving gifts, and to a lesser extent physical touch.

Gaz — Words of affirmation, physical touch, quality time, and acts of service.

Each section is broken up by a lil’ header— so feel free to skip around (though I do recommend reading Soap's before Gaz's, and Ghost's before Price's).

(Apologies in advance for any spelling errors. English is my first language, and I am not great at it... Probably didn't help that I literally wrote parts of this with my eyes closed because I was falling asleep while typing on my phone.)

Please enjoy. :>

Preamble/general writing advice/background for this/what-have-you

(Note: You can just scroll down to the next coloured text if you'd like to just jump right into the point of this post)

Okay so— keep in mind when you’re trying to figure out what your blorbos' (OCs, COD characters, self-insert, etc) love languages are, that their backstory, and how they act with other characters is a really good tell for they’d act in a romantic relationship. (Because showing affection to friends/loved ones/what-have-you is still them showing affection and usually transfers over to romantic relationship as well.)

Of course, you can run off of vibes if you want, no shade, I love that you feel so strongly for the characters you can just be like, ‘this applies to you now,’

I just personally like having lil’ guidelines, as it helps me keep my writing more consistent, and can help me better understand characters because to even make them I have to pick apart their brains.

Just keep in mind most people have more than one love language, often having a bit of a mix and match of what they like best. Applying this to your characters too can help make them feel more three dimensional.

(For example, I personally rather like all aspects of the love languages, and am fairly well rounded in that regard, though words of affirmation is a personal favourite, followed closely by gift giving.

Understanding how you yourself give/prefer to receive affection also helps you have a better grasp on how to apply them to your characters/characterizations.)

Now, before I explain my HCs for the boys, please keep in mind that I’m working with my understanding of the characters— which is a bit of a mishmash. I’m working with what I’ve gathered from the reboots when I played them, chunks I’ve bitten out of the wiki, fics I’ve read, and in the case of Soap & Ghost, but especially Ghost, things I’ve ripped from their backstories from the original games/media. (Namely the six comics for Ghost. I’ve only read them the once, so my understanding might be a bit spotty, but it should suffice for this I think.)

✨The Point✨

All of them would love acts of service, even Ghost and Price who would without a doubt huff and puff about someone doing something for their sake, though despite their fussing, they’d spend weeks afterwards thinking about it and doing their best to make it up to them (which could very easily escalate into an endless loop of each party trying to take care of the other).

They’re soldiers incredibly used to taking care of and doing things for themselves, of being strong and carrying everything on their shoulders without relying on anyone else.

Having someone put them first for once — when they’re so used to the mission being first, or putting the team before themself — means more to them then they could probably ever put into words, but damn it if they don’t do their best to give as good as they get. I’ll go more in depth about it for Ghost’s section (as it's applicable to him the most) but just keep in mind that doing something thoughtful for any of the 141 would make them melt (at least a little).

Originally I was going to put this as one long mega post but I ended up writing so much that I feel like it works better in easier to digest sections. So.

Soap's section. — Is here

Ghost's Section. — Is here

Price's Section. — Is here

Gaz's Section. — Is here

Bby's first multi-link post, love that for me.

But also, dear god this got away from me.

This took me forever to do up.

It was just supposed to be a silly little break down.

I started this yesterday morning, and kept working on it instead of doing things i probably should've been doing.

Uhhhh. Hope you enjoyed this anyway though.

... Should I do a follow up nsfw ver?

I'm kinda thinking about it; but I also have like, actual oneshots I could be workin' on too, y'know? Kinda wanna take a lil' break from this and keep on with those, I have a poly!retired!hybrid!141 x hybrid!reader farm life au I've been picking away at, a poly!141 x reader oneshot with Soap in a kilt, and a short (by my standards) fluff Soap x Reader thing

We'll just have to see what I get possessed by next I guess, lmao

Also, feel free to request anything from this to become a full-fledged oneshot, if you'd like

Have a good day/evening/night y'all :>

... Do I have enough content to justify making a masterlist now, or..?

Edit: I did it anyway

✨My Masterlist✨

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Veryl Ingellvar Writing Characterization Cheat Sheet | Ver. 1.0

(May 17, 2025) I tried to put this into easy terms, things that I would want to know if I was trying to write her for the first time. I Frankensteined together a bunch of different cheat sheets and made my own changes, but was ultimately inspired by the folks over in the Rooks Roost

There is room for interpretations within this, of course. But it is SUPER in depth (but there are still things that need expanding) I reserve the right to edit this with changes (I’ll date them) At some point this will absolutely lead to writing her as a companion. Fanart and Fanfic permissions: Absolutely! Throw her into a Volcano! Make her babysit a child! Have her make people coffee! Make her eat cheese! Make her kiss somebody's dad!

General:

Full name: Veryl Ingellvar (Abelshauser if your character is Ingellvar) The Spectre/Spectre (if referring to her work at the Grand Necropolis before the War of Banners)

Gender: Female

Pronouns: she/her

Race: Human

Age: 27 (by closest estimation, accurate records were lost)

Sexuality: Pan

Class: Rogue - various cross training; whatever the situation requires

Nationality: Nevarran

Faction: Mourn Watch (contentious) ──────────────────────── Looks: Height: Somewhere between 5'10-5'11 (177cm-180cm), Hair: an Ash blonde that shifts with the light, (white in the dark, dark in the light) | long with a right side part. | Much longer in her Necropolis days, she cut it after being excommunicated. Eyes: Heterochromatic- right eye lavender, left eye flat black (a fade touched complication) | Uses side part to distract from the lighter color eye Face: Prone to blushing but other wise no interesting hallmarks

Body: Boney but gaining weight after leaving the Necropolis. | Lean and muscular. | Long Limbs |

- Not picky about the clothes she wears but generally leans towards simple and non-fussy. Prefers leathers when fighting, anything that easy to move freely in. Isn't necessarily keen to be associated with the Mourn Watch and prefers to wear nondescript things that let her sink into a background unnoticed. - No tattoos or piercings. - Has scars along her lower back and hands and between her fingers.

General Likes: Physical touch | sunlight | snow | dumb jokes\bad jokes | smiling | reading, studying, research) | new foods | discussions and debates | sparring | dancing | cats | flowers | reading headstones | black tea with honey and lemon | Chamomile with a little salt. General Dislikes: writing letters | cheese | grave mist | bullies | heat and hot weather

──────────────────────── Skills: 

Combat Skills: short sword and rapier | throwing knives | short bow | explosives and electrical | acrobatics | close-quarters offense/defense | excellent with distraction tactics | evasion and stealth |

Other Skills: Improvisation | quick learning | conflict resolution | spirit negotiations | piano | efficient decision making | emotional deflection | psychological manipulation | Fade/Veil sensitive

Languages: Nevarran | Common | able to read most other languages (enough to figure out context)| can easily read tomb script

──────────────────────── Physicality/Psychology

General Behavior: Despite a general tendency towards violent first reactions (of which she tries to curb since leaving Nevarra) tends to be a very gentle person. | Her footsteps are always light and quiet. | Always ready to smile and provide conversation. | Laughter is not easy, but it is welcome. | Reaffirming physical touches. | Closed Posture; crossed arms, resting bored face| Personality: Tends to be blunt and awkward, one step from saying something wrong at all times. | Emotionally stunted. | Hesitates in a spotlight. | Friendly and extroverted. | Avoidant attachment style. | Hides negative emotions, but anger is a driving force (Something she's trying to unlearn after years of rebelling to survive.) | Prone to bouts of deep self-reflection| Extremely courageous, consequently reckless. | Willing to try anything once, food or activity. | Secretive. | Likely to over-intellectualize. | Generally open and informal unless the situation calls for formality. | Takes care of others | Does not take care of herself well |

Flirting: An open flirt with everyone, but it's vapid. | Lots of little physical touches and coy verbal sparring. | Soft smiles and intentional bedroom eyes.

With Established Romantic Partner: Serious romance means open intentions. |She struggles with honesty about her past and about how she feels, but will share as much as she can with her partner. | Values their well-being over her own. | Lots of stolen moments/kisses. | Constant Verbal reaffirmation for both her sake and theirs. | Lots of talking, lots of questions, lots of of laughing, lots of learning.|

With Friends: expressive physical touch | importance of basic trust and mutual understanding | no expectations of return favors |

In Combat: Trying to be the biggest and loudest moving target | Heavy on collaboration and delegation| Quick movements and Quick decisions | whatever it takes to reach the end goal | reluctant leader, but a leader all the same |

──────────────────────── Dialogue/ Communication

Voice: Bright and jovial if not a little deadpan

Humor: Laughs with other people easily | inclined toward bad jokes, bad puns, bad wordplay | occasionally genuinely funny, but usually without intention

With Friends: Putting them first in conversation | Open interest | Hesitant to talk about herself | Playful jesting and name calling |

With Romantic Interests: Anxious honesty | talks about herself | more open with her own feelings and emotions |

Anger: Deathly silent and even toned | No mincing words or miscommunication

Cursing: Yes but it's not constant, and usually for emphasis or to make a point.

Combat: Yelling and attention grabbing | minimal communication in action, heavy discussion before and after the fact ──────────────────────── History: - Found in Necropolis but given to an over-run orphanage in Nevarra City - Had to scrape and scrounge to survive with the other children - Adopted at eleven by noble family who developed her skills, treated like an attack dog, family pet, it was a very abusive situation - Taught piano and rogue training before eventually joining the Mortalitasi and then recruited to Mourn Watch training, passing the tests, taking her oaths. - Wasn't allowed to have friends - Lived at the library, became a speed reader - Served on a special team in the necropolis as a Mourn Watch Rogue that was more or less unrecognized by the Mourn Watch Council - Organized/ Participated in underground street fights - Killed more than her fair share of targets on command - Burned down an orphanage - Sexual rebellion in her younger years led to a loss of fertility and a sexual reservation in her current years - The War of Banners disbanded her team and led to a betrayal that would have her removed from the Necropolis but protected from the Undead Nobles that would have seen her killed for her brash actions.

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An inforgraphic/cheat sheet for what Kuroko + Kagami are called/call other people (in Japanese/canon). You can use these for reference for fanfic, fanart, or just general knowledge! I tried to include everyone who refers to them in special way and address any set of standards (upperclassmen, classmates, peers, etc). In my opinion, how characters are addressed/what they address others as is a really important aspect of characterization and relationship dynamics! Do they use nicknames, are they polite/respectful. etc? It can be so enlightening for dynamics/relationships.

You may notice that the Miracles aren't here even though they have special nicknames/terms of address, that's because you can find the chart on that over here. If people like these, I might go ahead and make some references sheets for the Miracles too.