The BOLD THE FACTS tag by @helenofsimblr
The Rules are simple! Tag people and name a character you want to know more about! If you want to let the person you tagged decide who to showcase, then don’t name a character and they can pick somebody. Easy! The person who is tagged will then bold the remarks below which apply to their character &, if they want to, include a picture with their reply!
i was tagged by @estah ❤❤
Tq grandma Ester and since she didn't mention who, I think i will share about with her granddaughter, Dar'leen Neilsen.
[ PERSONAL ]
$ Financial : wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty
✚ Medical : fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable
✪ Class or Caste : upper / middle / working / unsure (working as detective)
✔ Education : qualified / unqualified / studying / other (she qualified degree in Physics)
✖ Criminal Record : yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed
[ FAMILY ]
◒ Children : had a child or children / has no children / wants children (opss.. i spill some tea here 🤭)
◑ Relationship with Family : close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings /sibling(s) is deceased
◔ Affiliation : orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent(s) / not applicable
[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES ]
♦ extroverted / introverted / in between
♦ dis-organised / organised / in between
♦ close minded / open-minded / in between
♦ calm / anxious / in between
♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between
♦ cautious / reckless / in between (she had been in danger before)
♦ patient / impatient / in between
♦ outspoken / reserved / in between
♦ leader / follower / in between
♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in between
♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between
♦ traditional / modern / in between
♦ hard-working / lazy / in between
♦ cultured / uncultured / in between / unknown
♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown
♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown
[ BELIEFS ]
★ Faith : monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic (not sure)
☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care
✮ Belief in an Afterlife : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care
✯ Belief in Reincarnation : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care
❃ Belief in Aliens : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care
✧ Religious : orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious
❀ Philosophical : yes / no (not sure)
[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]
❤ Sexuality : heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual
❥ Sex : sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favourable / naive and clueless
♥ Romance : romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favourable /naive and clueless / romance suspicious
❣ Sexually : adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious (don't know)
⚧ Potential Sexual Partners : male / female / agender / other / none / all
⚧ Potential Romantic Partners : male / female / agender / other / none / all
[ ABILITIES ]
☠ Combat Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none
≡ Literacy Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none
✍ Artistic Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none
✂ Technical Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none
[ HABITS ]
☕ Drinking Alcohol : never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / Alcoholic
☁ Smoking : trying to quit / quit / never / trying it / rarely / sometimes / frequently / Chain-smoker
✿ Recreational Drugs : never / quit / trying it / rarely / sometimes / frequently / addict
✌ Medicinal Drugs : never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess
☻ Unhealthy Food : never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater
$ Splurge Spending : never / sometimes / frequently / Shopaholic
♣ Gambling : never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler
i'm tagging : anyone who wants to do this!
-> here's a link to the OG post so you have a fresh "template" : bold the facts tag.
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Tiger and Hare's kits' arrival, Chapter One-The subtle yet also apparent changes in Hare.My very own little personal story disclaimer for this particular story -To truly absolutely clarify all lawful/ legal things that I definitely do not have any, cero, nada, nage, née, nein, nem, neoni, nic, nistica, no, non, none, nola, nul,null, nulle, nullis, nula, sufuri, tutti , zero, zilch , zip or zeroin say whatsoever I definitely do not own the Monster Rancher anime series or video games legally as they definitely do quite rightfully belong to Bandai, Koei, Konami, Tecmo and Toei for all legal things related to the franchise.But at least thankfully enough on the happy, positive, plus side of things that I can honestly truly claim as my own creations alone and mine only; I definitely do own all of my original characters who are in this story including but definitely not limited to - Goldie Solide, Shade, Limber, Ester, Katelyn, Ziva, Gwyneth, Emmeline, Ariana, Shelly, Tulip, Dandelion, Portia, Masaki, Imogen, Dorothy/Dotty, Tuyet, Cuyen, Eleanor, Lorne, Fonza, Gracie, Ninette, Ituha ,Ozara, Seren, Ami, Lorette, Sasha , Hoshiko Quinta and most importantly of course Tiger of the wind and Hare's unborn very first litter of Hare kittens/kits.Also I own this story and its plot at the very least as well. *Genki Sakura attempts to climb a tree and grabs a vine successfully swinging to another tree, seeing Genki do it without a problem this action causes Suezo tries to arrogantly*
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The ten sibling girls
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The ten human girls that Tiger of the wind and Hare have adopted as their daughters.They are 100% orphans
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Ester-She is the oldest sister of the girls besides her younger twin sister Katelyn.
Katelyn-
Ziva-
Gwyneth -
Emmeline -
Ariana-
Shelly-
Tulip-
Dandelion -
Portia -
-------------------------------------------Other Humans besides the girls. They are mostly from Panagea but there are definitely some Earth human girls mixed in.
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Other humans besides the ten girls that Tiger of the wind and Hare adopted. They are a mix of adult, teenage and kid characters mostly from Panagea but there are a good number of Earth humans thrown for good measure in here as well.
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Goldie Solide -The mysterious woman who found the girls.
Limber-
Shade-
Dinah-
Jane-
Fennia-
Dorothy/Dotty -
Imogen-
Masaki-
Cuyen-
Eleanor-
Lorne-
Fonza-
Gracie-
Ituha-
Ninette-
Ozara-
Seren-
Ami-
Lorette-
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Tiger and Hare's kits' arrival, Chapter One-The subtle yet also apparent changes in Hare.
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Paper Crowns
Central only remembers the Commander’s tendency for strangely theatric retelling of Jewish stories once they’re up on the bar, wearing a cape made of their bedsheet and a paper crown.
Judging from the shaky steps and ruddy face, they’re at least a little drunk. Definitely tipsy, Central thinks, tugging at the collar of his sweater. He weaves his way through the throng of chattering crew, finding a spot at the end of the bar to look up at the Commander and shake his head.
“Get down from there,” he says, “you’ll fall.”
“Fuck you, it’s Purim,” they answer, before ungracefully tripping over their cape and falling with a crash behind the bar; Central sighs at the sound of glass breaking and swearing.
Their head pops up over the edge, hair and face slick and dripping with liquid from broken bottles and blood. “It’s all good! All’s well! I’m fine!”
“There’s blood all over your face,” Central says. “I think you gave yourself a nose bleed.” And slashed a cut across your forehead, he thinks, eyeing the wound.
“I said I’m fine!” they say louder, as they wipe their face with their hands, fingers flickering purple as they brush them against the forehead cut. They pat at their head, find its bare, and then drop back down again, reappearing once more with their now slightly crushed and dampened crown.
“Gotta be...in character...or something,” the Commander manages to mutter to him while clambering back up onto the bar.
“Hey everybody!” they yell.
The throng’s chatter dials down a tick; Mox, Outrider, and Kelly standing near the dart board, stop in their discussion and look toward the bar. Central sees the Skirmisher say something that makes the two laugh as they take in the Commander.
“Y’all remember storytime back in December?” the Commander asks the crowd as they open a beer; murmurs of “Yeah” and “is this the spring one?” reply.
They go on, prancing back and forth across the bar top. “We’re doing it again, but this time it’s a one person theater performance!” They pause. “Technically it’s called a spiel, because Jews love fancy words. I dunno guys, it’s just always been called a spiel and I ain’t stopping now. Anyway, here we fucking go!”
They pantomime drawing back a curtain with their free hand, sashaying to the center of the bar.
“The setting is Ancient Persia, in the city of Shushuan. That’s Sector...uh, well it’s definitely a sector. Middle Eastern area. Anyway, Persia has this king. He’s got this name that practically no one can pronounce or write properly— Ashashearetz? Ahasearus? Ashehaha? Something starting with A.”
They shrug.
“So, King Asparagus has this feast. It’s a long event, multiple days. And on the last day he’s drunk as shit and goes ‘Queen, get naked for us! show off for us!’ And the Queen, name’s Vashti, understandably goes ‘Fuck no’ which me too. Who wants to get undressed for a bunch of weird drunk guys?”
A shudder runs through them; a few of the girls shout agreement, Kelly yelling from her place on Outrider's lap “Stick it to the man, Vashti!’
“Damn right,” the Commander says. “Course, this is a king who is also very drunk, so he’s pissed as hell she’s not obeying, and in a rage sends her away. Some texts interpret this as she’s killed for her action but since I’m an optimist we’re saying she’s just kicked out. The servants of the king go ‘well shit we can’t have no Queen’ to which Asphalt answers, ‘We're gonna have a pageant! All the girls of the land shall come to the palace and I will choose a new wife from them!’ And so that event was set up, because king says it, you better do it, unless you’re Vashti and are kind are fucking badass.”
“Where’s the Jewish people?” calls someone.
“We’re getting there,” they answer. “So there’s this guy named Mordecai, who also has a name no one can agree on a spelling for. Mordecai is the adopted dad of his orphan niece Ester, who like all the girls, goes to the pageant to be judged."
“Now there’s this guy named Haman—“ The Commander cuts themselves off, snarls. “Sorry, it’s tradition. Make noise when I say the fucker’s name, ok? Scream, stamp your feet, whatever, just drown it out. Let’s practice: Haman—!”
A cacophony answers, hooting and hollering. Someone does a Wilhelm scream, another person starts rapping. The Commander nods, looking thoughtful.
"A little unconventional, since we don't have the little spinny noise makers but you all seem like you get the concept well enough to compensate," they say. "So remember -- everytime I say that name, just … freak the fuck out. Cool? Cool. Let's move on."
The Commander readjust their crown, and then with their free hand and a Psionic wave, pulls something from behind the bar. It's a crocheted three pointed hat-- they throw it out to the crew.
"That," they say, "is the hat of our antagonist, Haman." They pause to let the jeering die down. "Now this motherfucker is the councilor of the king. What is a councilor? I don't actually know, but I think it's analogous to whatever me and Central have going on.
"So they're gay," says Kelly.
The Commander flushes red. "Demoted to rookie!" they bark, but they're laughing too. "In any case that would definitely add a dimension to this story that rabbis…probably have argued about honestly but no, they're not gay as far as I know and remember, just stupid on the king's part and evil on Haman's."
Another phase for the noise, and then they continue. "So evil not-Central, because my second is good and lovely and also Jewish, is able to kind of do whatever he wants, because Persia's government is kind of not sensible in the slightest. so he goes 'everyone must bow to me when I go by, because fuck you' and makes it a law."
"So the Jewish people do not follow this man's law?" says Mox.
The Commander points a finger gun at him with their free hand. "Yes! Specifically Mordecai, because he is also smug and a motherfucker but considerably less powerful. Anyway, we love Mordecai. Haman…does not and he's pissed, naturally."
"And they fistfight," says Kelly.
"God I wish," the Commander says, tipping their beer toward her. "No, instead we shift away from evil hat man to Mordecai proper, because our good Jewish boy has overhead some fuckery from the palace guards. It goes a little bit like "killing the king is my plan for Monday.' 'OH shit ME TOO lets do it together <3'."
Someone shouts, "How the HELL did you make a heart with your voice?"
The Commander shrugs, takes a long swig off their drink. "Psions can do weird shit," they say. "Can I keep going?" Central nods at them from his place at the end of the bar.
"So Mordecai goes and tells the king that maybe he should deal with that, and he does, and all's well," the Commander continues. "So well, in fact, that the king goes to Haman and asks 'what would you do for someone so amazing and good and nice that you just have to honor them?' And Haman, who's internally like HAHA ITS FOR ME, answers 'money, fancy shit, and let the entire kingdom know of my I mean their greatness.' The king nods. 'Go," he says, 'do that for my man Mordecai."
The Commander pauses, grinning. "Haman pissed off 2 times combo. So much that he starts plotting. And this scares the shit out of Mordecai, but CUT JUMP ITS PAGEANT TIME."
To emphasize their words, the Commander jumps along the bar, misses their mark, falls off again. Central sighs into his hands as they clamber back up, brushing off more shattered glass and alcohol.
"Are you…okay?" asks Outrider.
"...Yes," the Commander says.
"You hesitated!" Kelly says.
"I'm very well," they say. "Superb."
"Maybe someone should…take that drink from you," says another soldier. The Commander shakes their head.
"I am allowed one drunk day a year and that day is called Purim," they say. "I'm good. It's all good. Let's see what's happening at the pageant."
They draw their cape around them like a dress. "So, Esther. Everyone remembers me mentioning her? Niece of Mordecai? Thing about Ester is she’s the hottest and baddest girl in town, so naturally the king picks her at the pageant. And off she goes, becoming queen and chilling in the palace, with one caveat— she’s Jewish as hell and nobody knows, save her uncle."
"I see where this is going," someone calls.
"Do you? Great, don't spoil it," says the Commander. "Meanwhile, Haman. Finishes his plotting. Plot result: KILL THE JEWS. Very original, say the Jews at this. Super good job, dude. Definitely not something we've dealt with."
The Commander waves their drink around. "Esther convenes with her uncle, who lets her know about Haman's plot and basically does to her what our pal the Spokesman did to me ala 'save our world' except the world here is literally every Jew."
"What are you on about?" someone asks. "Who's the Spokesman?"
"He used to be on the council who helped determine XCOM's funding," the Commander explains. "Everyone else started sucking alien dick except him so now he's a, uhh… he's a friend. A friend of ours. With inside benefits of sorts. We love him."
"Wow, I thought you were loyal to Central," says Kelly, grinning.
"Demoted to whatever is below rookie," they say. "I am not banging the Spokesman. What the hell, Kelly."
"If you are, we need to have a talk," Central says.
"I promise you I'm not, sweet Central," they say, sliding over to his end of the bar and tussling his hair.
"You two are so fucking weird," says someone. "Save it for the bedroom."
"Can we get back to the story?" says another.
"Yes we can, thank you," the Commander says, straightening back up and returning to the center of the bar. "So Mordecai drops this on Esther, who goes 'well damn' and starts Operation: Save the Jews. What does this include? Step one: extravagant banquet. Step two: fuck."
The crew exchanges looks. "Esther and the king?" akss someone. "Or uh…"
"Esther and her husband, yes, and once they've had food and fun times Esther goes oh lovely husband can I ask a favor? He goes of course. And she goes you'll protect me from anyone who wants to kill me, right? And he's like sure yeah okay. And she's like cool, another banquet tomorrow too. Be there. And he is."
The Commander pauses to take a breath. Mox is talking quietly to Outrider and Kelly, who are throwing small glances over to them. They arch an eyebrow. "What? What is it?"
"Are you sure you're not just making shit up again? To inspire us?"
"If you're inspired, great," the Commander says. "If not, that's also great. I'm just…" Their shoulders slacken a little, and they go from pompous tipsy performer to deeply sad and visibly drunk faster than Central has ever seen. "Trying to keep it alive. The stories, I mean."
They fumble for a new drink, take a long sip. "Anyway, at this new banquet, Haman's there too-- Esther actually invited him. And the king's like oh shit not what I expected but something i can work with."
"They fuck again?" guesses a rookie.
"I guess the king is thinking that, yeah but no, they're just eating and drinking and such," the Commander says with a shrug. So Esther goes 'so what if I told you I knew someone who does want to kill me? 'Well, they'd be dead,' says the king. 'Great, what if I said it was this dude?' Esther continues and points at Haman. Oh shit, Haman. Oh shit, says Esther, entirely different cadence and tone and everything."
"Oh shit seems like the least amount of exclamation," says Mox.
"There's probably a lot more than just that expletive, you're right," they say.
"Fuck," Mox says confidently.
"Absolutely," the Commander replies, nodding. "Okay, so. Esther reveals she's a Jew. Haman goes FUCK. The king goes TO THE GALLOWS WITH YOU which Haman was actually building for hanging Mordecai on so you know. Irony."
"You're telling it wrong," says someone from the crowd.
The Commander frowns.
"I don't remember my hometown's name, you think I can remember details of a holiday I missed 20 years of?" they ask.
"Sorry," comes the reply.
"It's chill," says the Commander, "my hometown sucked anyway. What am I missing?"
"It was for everyone," the soldier says. "Not just Mordecai."
"Ah," says the Commander. "That's… wildly inefficient."
"You sound like the Hunter," says Kelly, frowning.
The Commander blinks. "Horrific, thanks for informing me," they say.
"So they hung the hat man?" says someone. The Commander nods.
"And we have these little hat shaped cookies now, that we eat on Purim… good God I miss those a lot."
"We could make some," says Central. "I made cupcakes before, I can find the ingredients for that."
"Central I WILL kiss you if you make hamantaschen with me," they say.
"You'd kiss him anyway!" yells Kelly.
"Demoted!"
"I'm already at the bottom!" she answers. "Beyond it, even. You have no power over me anymore!"
The Commander rolls their eyes but they're grinning. "So back to the story, just for a second because we're at the end -- guess who the king makes councilor instead?"
"Mordecai?"
"Mox, you get a gold star, you're an excellent audience member," the Commander says. "Yes, Mordecai."
They give the crew a warm look. "So yeah," they say. "On Purim we dress in costumes, get drunk, and revel in the fact that those bastards haven't managed to kill us yet."
The Commander raises their newest beer to the ceiling. "A toast to us too, XCOM -- we're not dead yet either."
The crew toasts them back, and then the bar fills again with chatter and noise. The Commander slides off the bar and stumbles to the couch in the corner, dropping heavy onto the cushions.
Central approaches with water, gently pushing their crown back from falling off their head as he sits next to them. "You okay?" he asks.
"I had too much," they say, hiccuping around the water.
Central shakes his head at them, but his eyes are soft. "I liked your spiel," he says. "Never seen somebody do one all by themselves."
"I think I'll ask for help next time," they say, leaning against him. "It's more fun when it's more like a play."
"Mmm," he answers, wrapping an arm around them. "Next year, then."
"You think we'll still be fighting?"
Central hesitates. "I wouldn't put money on it in either case," he says.
The Commander closes their eyes. "It would be nice," they say with a sigh. "But yeah, let's not bet on it. Let's just… hope. Hope's good."
"Hope's good," Central repeats.
And he thinks, that at this moment, he really does believe it.
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