#fc: cis man

[svejarph]

garrett hedlund

CLICK THE SOURCE LINK BELOW and you will find #70 245x150px gifs of Garrett Hedlund as Dean Moriarty in On the Road (2012)! These were created from scratch by Sveja. Do what you want with these, just don't repost/claim as your own, don't use them to play Garrett as himself or in any smut/smut-based blogs, and like/reblog if using. Garrett was about 26 during filming and is white (German, Norwegian, Swedish).

This movie takes place in 1940s United States.

tw: drinking, drugs, flashing lights, marijuana, police, shaky camera, shirtlessness, smoking

[byanyan]

friendly reminder to use they/them to refer to byan, not he/him

[olderfcs]

bobby cannavale gif pack

CLICK THE SOURCE LINK BELOW and you will find #48 145x150px gifs of Bobby Cannavale as Sergio De Luca in Spy (2015). These were created from scratch by Sveja. Do what you want with these, just don't repost/claim as your own, don't use them to play Bobby or in any smut/smut-based blogs, and like/reblog if using. Bobby was about 43-44 during filming and is Cuban and white (German).

tw: blood, fighting, flashing lights, guns, injury, shaky camera, violence

[starkayezer]

guys could we perchance pretty please have a trans fc for regulus because if an edit is going to come up on my fyp specifically about regulus being trans I don't want to look at a cis dude

like ??? "I will die your daughter" but then it's a cis man ??? okay then..

[ameliiorate]

STARTER CALL → i have some test/underutilized muses that i would love to get a chance to explore more with some threads. please hit that ♡ button if i can throw one (or more) your way. i have included some basic info below. let me know in the replies if you would like a specific muse. otherwise, you’ll get someone random!  

lourdes romero. 21-23. she/her. cis woman. bisexual. aspiring chef and single mom to a rambunctious three-year-old son. while she is only a line cook at a 24/7 diner now, lourdes has big dreams and has the fire in her gut to not give up and gets her hands dirty when necessary. fc: andrea chaparro.  malik harrak. 26-28. he/him. cis man. bisexual. indie musician / unlicensed tattoo artist. a man who grew up with so little but craves affection and acceptance. cannot settle into one passion and hops along until he can finally settle down into life. fc: emilio sakraya.  halley vue. 35-37. she/her. cis woman. bisexual. pr specialist. born into a family entangled into the film industry, halley recognizes her nepotism but morphed her own space in the public relations realm. she knows how to put on a mask, and to carve out one for others to display to the public. fc: brenda song .  byron bridges. 51-53. he/him. cis man. bisexual. emergency department director. a man that has been so dedicated to the medical field that it led to the dissolution of his marriage fifteen years ago, byron throws himself into his work, so focused on healing everyone else that he has left his own wounds open, bleeding, and festering. fc: noah wyle.  james "jimmy" bridges. 25-27. she/her. cis woman. lesbian. carpenter. the daughter of byron, jimmy has always carved her own path. while she may be small, she is mighty and full of a zest for life. she's messy, unorganized, and socially awkward, but she tries her best. fc: cailee spaney.  bólín zhāng. 30-32. he/him. cis man. bisexual. swimmer. a child prodigy that found success at a young age, achieving olympic gold at the tender age of sixteen. a man that shies away from the limelight when he can, bolin struggles between the want of being alone and addressing the pain of being lonely. fc: bai jingting. lūsī hán. 25-27. she/her. cis woman. bisexual. stylist / personal shopper. a humble woman of simple means that recognized that she was too shy to become an actress, lusi has found her way into the film industry as a stylist that has an eye for beauty but fails to recognize the beauty within herself. fc: zhang miaoyi. desmond landry. 36-39. he/him. cis man. bisexual. entrepreneur/restaurateur. as the son of restauranteurs who were driven out of the restaurant business due to gentrification, desmond is the proud owner of a high-scale sports bar, and he maintains his pride with his head held high. fc: sinqua walls.

[f0xtrots]

    ¹          ✱        𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂   𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴   𝙸𝚂   𝙶𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽'   𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙳   𝙾𝙵   𝙳𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁𝙾𝚄𝚂   .   𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻𝚂   𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴   𝙸𝚃'𝚂   𝙰   𝙻𝙾𝙰𝙳𝙴𝙳   𝙶𝚄𝙽   ...   𝙸𝚃'𝚂   𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶   𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴   𝙰   𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚄𝙳   𝙾𝙵   𝙳𝚄𝚂𝚃   ,   𝙼𝚈   𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃   𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂   𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃𝚂   𝚃𝙾   𝚁𝚄𝙽   . ◞

 ★   ‧₊˚   ⋆   barry   sloane.   cis   man.   he/him   …   now   playing:   white   horse   by   chris   stapleton   —   oh   ,   that   ?    might   be   cooper   riley   ,   an   forty   three   year   old   professional   hockey   player   (   boston   yellowjackets   center   ,   captain   )   who’s   been   hanging   around   wicklow   ridge   for   two   weeks   ,   just   long   enough   to   stir   up   some   trouble   if   you   ask   me.   they’re   a   regular   at   old   willow   trail   ,   always   going   on   about   “   careful   ,   love   ,   lookin'   at   me   like   that?    it'll   get   you   into   trouble   you'll   beg   me   to   finish.   ”   like   it’s   gospel.   around   town   ,   folks   say   they’re   charming   &   magnetic   —   but   when   they   think   no   one’s   listening   ?   it’s   more   like   foolhardy   &   arrogant.   are   the   rumors   true   ?   maybe   not   …   but   it   sure   makes   life   around   here   a   little   more   interesting.

𝐈.   ⠀   𝙰𝚃   𝙰   𝙶𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴   ⠀   [   …   ]

 full   name.   cooper   riley   nicknames.   bear,   bear-bear   age.   forty3   date   of   birth.   may  fourth  place   of   birth.   moss   side   manchester   uk   ethnicity.   white   nationality.   british-american   gender.   cis   man   pronouns.   his/him   occupation.   hockey player (   captain of the boston yellowjackets   )

 mother.   vanessa   riley   father.   edward   riley   siblings.   mavis   &   jack   riley   spouse.   lol   children.   bigger   lol   pets.   cat   named   eggy

 fc.   barry   sloane   build.   solid   and   broad-shouldered,   narrow waist   height.   6’4”,   towering   over   most   people.   hair.   dark   brown,   streaked   with   silver   at   the   temples.   it’s   usually   kept   neat   but   not   overly   styled.   eyes.   a   steely   gray,   sharp   and   observant,   but   softer   when   he   lets   his   guard   down.   facial   hair.   a   neatly   trimmed   beard   that   accentuates   his   rugged   appearance.

 style.   dresses   practically   —   dark   jeans,   work   boots,   and   flannels   or   henleys   layered   under   a   leather   or   canvas   jacket.   he   prefers   function   over   fashion   tattoos.   a   few   understated   ones.   scars.   faint   lines   across   his   knuckles and   a   jagged   scar   along   his   ribs.

 𝐈𝐈.       ⠀       𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈       ⠀       [       ...       ]

 cooper   riley   is   a   man   caught   between   contradictions ,   equal   parts   sharp   edge   and   soft   underbelly.   “ bear ,”   as   his   family   calls   him,   might   as   well   be   shorthand   for   the   way   he   moves   through   the   world   —   gruff  ,   heavy-footed  ,   but   fiercely   protective.   he’ll   tell   you   outright   he’s   no   hero,   though   the   trail   of   people   he’s   quietly   helped   might   suggest   otherwise.   ask   him   how   he’s   doing,   and   you’ll   probably   get   a   shrug   or   a   quick   quip ,   something   to   steer   the   conversation   away   from   himself.   he’s   good   at   deflection ,   better   at   evasion ,   but   stick   around   long   enough  ,   and   you’ll   catch   glimpses   of   something   deeper.   something   kinder.

 he   wears   his   guilt   like   a   second   skin,   though   he   hides   it   behind   a   wall   of   sarcasm   and   scowls.   cracking   a   joke   at   his   own   expense  ?   easier   than   confronting   the   fact   he’s   still   haunted   by   mistakes   he   can’t   undo.   his   humor   is   dry  ,   sharp   as   a   razor  ,   but   never   malicious — unless   you’ve   earned   it.   cooper’s   the   kind   of   guy   who’ll   fix   your   broken   radiator   without   asking,   but   don’t   expect   him   to   stick   around   for   a   thank   you.   he   doesn’t   know   what   to   do   with   praise  ;   it   fits   about   as   well   as   a   shirt   two   sizes   too   small.

 he’s   a   fixer  ,   through   and   through.   cars  ,   tools   ,   people   —   he   likes   his   hands   busy  ,   likes   the   satisfaction   of   taking   something   broken   and   making   it   whole   again.   but   for   all   his   skill  ,   he   struggles   with   the   one   thing   he   can’t   fix:   himself.   he's   stubborn   as   hell,   too  ,   always   convinced   his   way   is   the   right   way  ,   even   when   it’s   not.   if   he’s   ever   wrong  ,   don’t   expect   him   to   admit   it   anytime   soon.    

 cooper’s   heart  ,   though  ,   is   bigger   than   he   lets   on.   he’ll   grumble   about   helping   someone   but   still   show   up  ,   shovel   in   hand  ,   before   you   even   finish   asking.   it’s   the   little   things   that   give   him   away   —   a   carefully   packed   lunch   for   his   mom  ,   a   hand   on   your   shoulder   when   you   need   it   most  ,   or   the   way   he   always   makes   sure   the   porch   light   is   on   before   you   get   home.   despite   his   best   efforts   to   seem   aloof  ,   cooper   feels   deeply.  and   while   he   might   not   say   the   words  ,   you’ll   know   you’re   cared   for   in   the   way   he   sticks   around   when   it   matters   most.

 cooper   the   kind   of   man   who   loves   the   chase   more   than   the   catch.   he   flirts   like   it’s   second   nature  —  effortless  ,   playful  ,   and   always   with   that   sharp   glint   of   mischief   in   his   eye.   he’s   the   type   to   charm   a   woman   with   a   well-timed   smirk  ,   a   dry   joke  ,   or   a   slow   drag   of   a   cigarette   between   rough   fingers.   there’s   an   ease   to   him,   a   devil-may-care   swagger   that   makes   it   seem   like   he’s   the   kind   of   man   who   could   fall   in   love   a   hundred   times   over.   but   he   never   does.   because   at   the   end   of   the   day,    it's   all   empty.    

 women   came   and   went  ,   none   of   them   staying   long   enough   to   be   anything   more   than   a   warm   distraction.   he   never   made   promises   he   didn’t   intend   to   keep  ,   never   whispered   words   of   forever.   his   affections   were   fleeting,   his   hands   always   quick   to   unbutton   a   blouse   but   never   to   hold   onto   something   real.   it   wasn’t   commitment   he   feared  — he   simply   knew   that   nothing   would   ever   compare.   so   why   pretend  ?   cooper   drifted   through   affairs   like   a   man   chasing   a   ghost,   always   seeking   but   never   finding,   always   craving   but   never   truly   satisfied.   he   was   reckless   with   his   own   heart   and   careless   with   others’ ,   not   out   of   cruelty  ,   but   because   deep   down  ,   he   believed   he   had   nothing   left   to   give.

𝐈𝐈𝐈.       ⠀       𝙳𝙾𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙴𝚁       ⠀       [       ...       ]

 some   shithole   in   manchester   —   that’s   what   cooper   riley   would   tell   you   if   you   asked   where   his   damn   accent   was   from.   moss   side   ,   to   be   exact.   a   place   where   the   air   reeked   of   factory   fumes   and   short   fuses.   his   dad   ,   edward   ,   was   a   ghost   in   his   own   house   —   clocked   in   ,   clocked   out,   and   only   showed   signs   of   life   when   he   was   pissed   off.   his   mom   ,   vanessa   ,   though   ?   she   was   the   heartbeat.   a   cocktail   of   tough   love   and   sleepless   nights   ,   holding   her   family   together   on   nothing   but   sheer   willpower   and   burnt   -   out   cigarettes.

 cooper   was   the   eldest   —   “ man   of   the   house ”   by   the   time   he   was   old   enough   to   ride   a   bike.   that   meant   guarding   his   siblings   from   flying   tempers   ,   learning   how   to   cook   pasta   three   different   ways   ,   and   figuring   out   how   to   throw   a   punch   when   necessary.   when   he   was   sixteen   ,   vanessa   scraped   together   just   enough   to   get   them   out   —   two   suitcases   ,   four   plane   tickets   ,   and   a   borrowed   dream.   they   landed   in   a   working   class   town   in   upstate   new   york   ,   far   from   manchester   ,   far   from   edward   ,   but   not   far   enough   from   the   past.

 vanessa   took   up   shifts   at   a   local   divebar   with   sticky   floors   and   regulars   who   never   tipped.   cooper   hated   the   place   ,   hated   the   fake   smiles   she   wore   for   strangers   who   called   her   “darlin’”   and   stared   too   long.   but   it   was   steady   work   ,   and   it   kept   them   fed.

 school   was   hell.   cooper   was   the   “   british   kid   ,   ”   the   one   with   a   chip   on   his   shoulder   and   fists   he   didn’t   mind   using.   but   he   had   something   else   too   —   speed   on   the   ice.   grace   ,   even.   he   picked   up   a   hockey   stick   like   he   was   born   with   it   in   his   hands.   the   local   high   school   coach   saw   it   right   away.   so   did   the   scouts.

 by   graduation   ,   cooper   was   already   being   whispered   about.   raw   talent.   a   little   rough   around   the   edges   ,   but   promising.   he   got   recruited   into   the   nhl   at   eighteen   —   a   winger   with   a   mean   streak   and   a   slapshot   that   could   take   your   teeth   out.   over   the   years   ,   he   bounced   around   a   few   teams   ,   known   for   being   good   in   the   locker   room   ,   better   on   the   ice   ,   and   terrible   at   letting   people   in.

  at   twenty  nine   ,   the   boston   yellowjackets   picked   him   up   in   a   trade   no   one   saw   coming.   within   the   year  ,   he   was   named   captain.   hasn’t   let   go   of   the   “ c ”   since.

 to   the   public   ,   cooper   riley   is   the   face   of   the   franchise   —   sharp   jaw   ,   sharper   wit   ,   and   a   highlight   reel   that   gets   better   every   season.   but   behind   the   post   game   interviews   and   the   smirks   is   a   guy   who   still   flinches   at   raised   voices   and   hasn’t   called   his   mum   in   weeks   ,   mostly   because   he   doesn’t   know   what   he’d   say.   milport   —   the   sleepy   town   in   scotland   where   she   lives   now   —   keeps   tugging   at   him.   so   does   the   guilt.   he   visits   sometimes.   quietly.   never   long   enough.

 and   now   ?   he’s   in   wicklow   ,   of   all   places.   coach   decided   the   team   needed   “   time   in   nature   ”   to   recalibrate   during   the   off-season.   said   they   were   playing   like   a   group   of   mercenaries   ,   not   brothers.   so   here   they   are   —   the   whole   damn   team   crammed   into   an  airbnb   ,   doing   trust   exercises   ,   hiking   trails   cooper   didn’t   ask   for   ,   and   eating   granola   like   it’s   a   food   group.

 cooper’s   not   a   nature   guy.   bugs   annoy   him   ,   the   sun’s   too   hot ,   and   he   doesn’t   understand   why   the   nearest   coffee   shop   closes   at   3   p.m.   but   he’s   trying.   kind   of.   he   joins   the   hikes   ,   grumbles   through   the   group   meals   ,   lets   the   rookies   rib   him   about   being   the   “   grumpy   old   captain   .”   some   of   the   guys   are   growing   on   him.   others   still   treat   him   like   a   statue   in   a   museum   —   something   to   admire   ,   but   not   get   too   close   to.   he   can’t   decide   which   is   worse.

 there’s   a   quiet   here   that   he   doesn’t   quite   trust.   the   kind   that   lets   your   mind   wander   into   places   you’ve   been   trying   to   avoid.   old   wounds.   bad   decisions.   people   you   miss   but   won’t   admit   to.   still   ,   there’s   a   piece   of   him   that   likes   waking   up   to   birds   instead   of   sirens.   that   likes   the   way   the   mountains   catch   the   sunrise.   that   wonders,    just   for   a   second   ,   what   it   might   be   like   to   stop   running.

 he   won’t   say   that   out   loud   ,   though.

 because   at   the   end   of   the   day   ,   cooper   riley   is   still   that   kid   from   moss   side.   too   proud   to   ask   for   help   ,   too   guilty   to   sit   still   ,   and   just   trying   to   keep   his   head   above   water   —   whether   it’s   in   manchester   ,   boston   ,   or   some   sleepy   mountain   town   with   too   many   pine   trees   and   not   enough   decent   whiskey.

 but   there’s   a   storm   brewing   —   not   in   the   mountains   ,   but   back   in   boston.   the   media’s   circling.   they’ve   been   calling   him   “   veteran   captain   ”   for   a   couple   seasons   now   ,   but   lately   it’s   edged   toward   something   colder:   “   outdated   ,   ”   “   slowing   down   ,   ”   “   ready   to   pass   the   torch.   ”   the   whispers   are   louder   this   year.   analysts   picking   apart   his   stats.   headlines   wondering   who   the   next   captain   should   be.   one   article   straight   up   asked   if   cooper   riley   was   holding   the   team   back.

 he   doesn’t   talk   about   it.   not   to   coach    ,   not   to   the   boys   ,   not   even   to   himself.   but   it   sits   there   —   in   the   back   of   his   mind   ,   in   the   stiffness   of   his   knees   after   a   skate   ,   in   the   way   some   of   the   younger   players   look   at   him   like   he’s   already   halfway   to   retirement.

 wicklow   was   supposed   to   be   a   break.   a   reset.   but   the   quiet   here   doesn’t   drown   things   out   —   it   amplifies   them.   every   crack   in   his   armor   feels   louder.   he   still   leads   the   team   runs ,    still   pushes   the   rookies   in   scrimmage   drills   ,   still   shows   up   first   and   leaves   last.   but   the   fire’s   burning   different   now.   less   rage   ,   more   reflection.   he’s   not   just   thinking   about   the   next   season   anymore.   he’s   thinking   about   the   end   of   it.   and   what   comes   after.

 no   one   tells   you   how   to   stop   being   the   guy.

 so   yeah   ,   he’s   here.   trying.   sort   of.   and   maybe   ,   just   maybe   ,   he’s   starting   to   realize   that   letting   go   doesn’t   mean   giving   up.   it   might   mean   making   space   —   for   something   new   ,   for   someone   else   ,   for   himself.

[tewwor]

STATS .

Name: Matsumura Haruo

Age: early 40s

Height: 5'11''

Gender & sexuality: cis man ; he/him & bisexual

Species: Human ( verse dependent )

Occupation: family convenience store owner ( previous ), art professor ( current )

Fc: Ito H.ideaki

Family: Matsumura Izumi ( daughter, 18 years old ), Himuro Fuyuko ( ex-wife, deceased ), Aki ( dog, Tosa breed )

Scars: neck ( img here )

ABILITIES AND/OR CURSED TECHNIQUE .

ART MANIPULATION — MORE DETAILS HERE .

HISTORY .

Haruo also comes from a long lineage of samurai. That being said, he’s only fought in actual combat once or twice in his lifetime. The lifestyle never took root despite his grandparent's wishes. He does still retain a substantial amount of skill in swordsmanship from training in his adolescence, though.

Childhood was plain as can be aside from rigorous training. He wasn't a straight a student, but always managed to pass. Not the most popular, but had a good core of friends. Dated around a little, had his heart broken twice. Would always help out at his parent's small family convenience store during holidays and breaks.

Sometime during his young adulthood, there was an attempted robbery at the convenience store when he was on shift. Things went ... Poorly, but no one died. Haruo was the only one injured and sustained an old scar that runs along the lower right side of his neck. He always makes light of it and brushes off any concern, but it still troubles him from time to time — just as the sound of shattering glass can act as a trigger.

Enrolled at a university closer to Tokyo ( hometown is in Nagasaki ) with the aim to get his BFA. Met the love of his life, Himuro Fuyuko, and ended up getting married post graduation. Soon after, they had their daughter, Matsumura Izumi.

Life continued rather uneventfully until his wife's passing when Izumi was ten. Bereaved, he tried even harder to uphold both parental roles for his daughter. Five years later, his father passed and his mother a year thereafter.

Haruo moved back to Nagasaki in order to handle family affairs. Three years was spent to tidy everything up and he ended up selling the convenience store. After, he moved back to Tokyo right as Izaumi enrolls into university.

MISC. FACTS .

Headcanon masterlist!

Personality: Amiable and has other’s best intentions in mind. Very good with kids / students in general. Can be seen as a people pleaser, but he does have a threshold of how much shit he’ll deal with and will set his foot down. Loves his daughter dearly and is a very proud father.

Has a dad bod & is greying.

His daughter is 100% trying to wingman him back into romance.

Spectacular in swordsmanship and judo in particular. Is a bit rusty nowadays, though.

Preferred weapons.

Tattoos!

Body type!

Despite never speaking on the matter first, Haruo has a very keen eye when it comes to blades. The Uchigatana passed down through generations is currently in his possession. Though he might not actively wield it, the blade is routinely kept in good condition.

It has come to my attention that Haruo has quite a few beauty marks all over his body. One on his neck ( opposite side of the scar ), a few on his shoulders, some on his back, one or two on his belly, smattering on his legs …

Prefers to wear turtlenecks whenever he’s able — long sleeve or sleeveless, he’d rather keep that old neck scar hidden to avoid questions.

Haruo has a moderately sized greenhouse in his backyard solely to grow tomatoes, Japanese yams, and shishito peppers.

Since he ends up with a bunch of vegetables, he likes to gift jams and preserves to his colleagues and friends whenever able!

VERSES .

Main: Can either be set when he's deciding what to do with his parent's convenience store in Nagasaki, or as an art teacher in Tokyo.

J.JK verse: awakened during culling game period, but wasn't a participant and laid low. Is now struggling to comprehend what's going on / what this means for him & how it might impact his daughter. ( misc. info )

J.JK principal verse: info here!

pokemon: info here!

[devilselbowhq]

THE WILD & WONDERFUL APPALACHIA WELCOMES... falina 'claymore' roux as written by ghost ( he / it ).

✱ affiliated with SILVER LINING MILITIA ✱ working as the LIEUTENANT ✱ has taken up residence in DEVIL'S ELBOW ✱ born on JANUARY 22ND ( 39 ) ✱ identifying as NON-BINARY ( SHE / HER ) ✱ known to be INSIGHTFUL, COMPASSIONATE, INDEPENDENT, PRINCIPLED, LOYAL ✱ also know to be GUARDED, QUIET, RESTLESS, PRIVATE, HUMBLE ✱ portrayed by SOFIA BOUTELLA

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

➥ her former command sergeant ( age utp / cis man / fc utp ) : his personality is entirely utp, as well as whether he ever actually had feelings for her, or even whether he knows the details about what truly happened to their children, and how he feels about her disappearing.

DIGGING DEEPER.

TW : pregnancy, child death, kidnapping

chapter 1 ( your time is borrowed ) : clay’s entire childhood had been the army. the only home she’d ever known, the only family she’d ever known. the chief warrant officer was like her father, her warrant officers were akin to uncles and aunts, and the kids she grew up with sisters, brothers, cousins. clay grew up fiercely loyal to the east atlantic army, believed with all her might in what they did, in the good they brought about, the measures that had to be taken to preserve peace and life. under no circumstance had she ever considered that they might lie to her; what purpose would they have for doing that? clay took a principled approach to her studies, sucking up every bit of information that was offered to her, finding her particular niche in physical education and biology—she didn’t know what she wanted to do with all this information and all the skills she was being taught, just that she’d want to make the world a better place. maybe she’d become a warrant officer herself, when she got older?

chapter 2 ( the die is thrown ) : ultimately, the decision was made for her, and if she’d said she minded too much, it would’ve been a lie. the chief warrant officer knew what was best, oversaw all the goings-on at the academy, knew the skills and weaknesses of every student that passed through the academy’s halls, so why would she question their judgement? so she went through boot camp with the same fervour as she’d gone through the academy. lithe and small as she was compared to most others, clay knew not just her own body, but the bodies of others; the biology she’d been so enamoured with growing up, spent hours reading up on, proved vital in a hand-to-hand combat situation. there’s no need to be strong and big when you could hit someone at their weakest points and eliminate them before they even realised what had happened. by the time she graduated as a specialist, she’d earned the name ‘claymore’ after claymore mines, the way she knew how to rip anyone apart in a calculated manner, with devastating results.

chapter 3 ( the winter of woe ) : in a fight, clay was deadly, taking down opponents much bigger than herself with seeming ease. on recon missions she was an asset for the way she seemed to be able to contort her body into incredible spaces, able to climb to and balance on things most would see as a death sentence. socially, while quiet, she was warm and easy to talk to, always looking out for those in her unit, including her first sergeant and her command sergeant. it’s how she fell in love—perhaps frowned upon to fraternise with your command sergeant, but at twenty years old, it was the last thing clay would’ve thought about. their escapades eventually lead to a pregnancy, and while the who was unfortunate, in a world where fertility is a very sought-after ability, clay took this as a sign that she was on the right path. while her command sergeant started holding her back from the most dangerous missions, clay insisted to be part of the unit up until the moment she absolutely couldn’t. labour was fraught with its own complications, and it was the first time clay felt she’d kissed the reaper’s cheek before it ultimately passed her by. when they’d stemmed the blood and clay had regained consciousness, the doctor delivering the news of her stillborn tore a wail out of her weak body that could’ve been heard across the world.

chapter 4 ( lock up the rage ) : for years, she struggled with the guilt, as well as regaining the physical strength she’d had before she’d gone through the traumatic labour. she’d dive into books once more, information and learning filling a void newly carved into her heart; her (former) command sergeant would be by as much as he could be, insisting it hadn’t been her fault at all, assuring that he still loved her. it took clay almost four or five years until she got to a place, mentally and physically, that she could pick back up where she’d dropped off years previous. and she threw herself into her work with more energy, more determination, more of a need to prove herself than ever before. when she got pregnant again at twenty-nine, it was with none of the excitement as she had years prior; a dread so intense filled her that it nearly left her unable to function for weeks. but she pushed it away—this time is not last time, and the fact that the stars were aligned to give her this second chance at all meant something. that’s what she believed anyway. this labour wasn’t nearly as complicated as the last had been, and while it surely had exhausted her, she could hear the cries of her baby with her eyes closed, the doctors taking it away to make sure it was healthy. when she woke up from her well-deserved rest, again a doctor stood at the foot of her bed to deliver her the news that her child had been stillborn. this time, no grief filled her. for the longest time, it was a stunned silence that filled the room, as a deep-seated rage filled her up.

chapter 5 ( in the steel and the rags ) : they’d been lying. they’d been lying to her for years and years and years. but clay knew better than to make a scene, as much as she wanted to tear them to shreds. no, she worked to regain her strength, keeping her eyes and ears open about any information shared with and around her, noting it all down. dots connecting, the memory of her childhood tainted from the root; she’d been told her parents had died, and that’s how she came to the academy as just a baby. is that what her children would be told? that she’d died? just like they’d told her they had died. once she felt her body was back to operating strength, she’d broken into the chief warrant officer’s office and taken any and all relevant data she could, bringing it to the one group she felt might be able to take a stand against this monstrosity of moral deficiency: the silver lining militia.

EXTRAS.

( CONNECTIONS. )

dante winters ( friend )

( MEDIA. )

pinterest

soundtrack

( QUICK STATS. )

mbti : infj

enneagram : 9w8

moral alignment : neutral good

temperament : phlegmatic-melancholic

greek god : dicaeosyne

zodiac : aquarius sun ; capricorn moon ; cancer rising

[lowtieds]

──    (   auli'i  cravalho.  24.  cis  woman.  she/her.   )  thank  god  you’re  here,  man  -  have  you  seen  JULIET  MAKOA  anywhere?  i  totally  lost  them  after  their  rendition  of  we'll  be  alright  by  with  confidence  last  night.  no?  they’re  like,  aye  -  high  and  go  to  LANGSTON  -  i  think  they’re  a  JUNIOR  studying  ANTHROPOLOGY  +  ZOOLOGY?  but  who  knows,  these  days.  all  i  know  is  that  they’re  ALTRUISTIC,  OVERSENSITIVE,  and  a  CANCER  .  last  night  they  kept  going  on  and  on  about  how  they  won  MOST  LIKELY  TO  PULL  A  LIZARD  OUT  OF  THEIR  POCKET  IN  CLASS  last  year,  which  is  cool  and  whatever,  but  i  just  wouldn’t  expect  it  out  of  them,  considering  they’re  so,  like,  GULLIBLE  and  TENATIOUS,  you  know?  anyways  -  i’m  going  to  check  down  by  franklin  &  brown  antiques,  i  think  that’s  where  they  like  to  hang.  text  me  if  you  see  them,  okay?  bye!

         ⊹   FULL  NAME         juliet  aurelia  makoa          ⊹   NICKNAME(S)            jet          ⊹   BIRTHDATE  /  ZODIAC         july  13  /  cancer          ⊹   GENDER  /  PRONOUNS         cis  woman  /  she/her,  largely  out  of  convenience          ⊹   SEXUALITY         lesbian          ⊹   STUDYING         anthropology  +  zoology   ⸺   primary  areas  of  interest:  the  social  hierarchies  of  octopus  (  octopi ?  ),  the  lesbian  clone whiptail  lizards  of  the  american  southwest and their implications,  transgender  clownfish.

         ⊹   LIKES         leopard  geckos,  cool  rocks,  impromptu  photoshoots  with  cool  bugs,  studio  ghibli  movies,  glow  in  the  dark  ceiling  stars,  putting  a  little  harness  and  leash  on  her  bearded  dragon  and  taking  him  for  walkies,  two  hour  long  youtube  video  essays  about  topics  she's  never  heard  of,  scishow,  stupid  campy  dcom  musicals,  sticker  books,  macramé  friendship  bracelets,  bead  lizards          ⊹   DISLIKES         the  texture  of  microfiber,  phones  no  longer  having  headphone  jacks,  how  everything  must  be  charged  now  -  bring  back  the  humble  aa  battery,  netflix  autoplay,  5  minute  crafts  and  their  ilk,  american  lawn  culture,  people  who  hate  on  dandelions  and  “weeds”,  the  way  nobody  makes  just  cinnamon  bagels  anymore,  raisins

         ⊹   BIRTHPLACE         kailua,  hawaii          ⊹   CURRENT  RESIDENCE         new  york,  new  york  /  temporarily  in  bath,  england

         ⊹   MOTHER         alyvia makoa,  works for the epa          ⊹   FATHER         henry  makoa,  teacher          ⊹   SIBLINGS         one  ( actually cousin ) brother  (  older? younger? unsure. similar aged. not  an  official  wc, mostly bc fc suggestions r a #struggle,  but  we  can  chit  chat  if  so  inclined  ),  lucy  and  eloise  makoa  (  12  year  old  twin  sisters  )

much  of  juliet's  early  childhood  was  spent  outside.  one  of  the  perks  of  her  father's  position  teaching  at  a  nature  school  was  the  ability  to  take  his  daughter  along  with  him.  as  soon  as  she  could  walk,  she  made  herself  right  at  home  with  the  other  kids  exploring  the  foothills  of  the  ko'olau  mountains.  barely  even  aware  of  the  fact  that,  for  a  long  time,  all  of  them  were  far  older.  willing  and  happy  to  include  her  in  their  activities,  but  older  nonetheless.  and  that  wasn't  really  a  problem,  per  sey,  but  it  did  mean  that  when  she  finally  started  school  in  earnest  with  a  group  of  kids  her  own  age,  she  found  it  harder  to  relate  to  them.  they  seemed  like…  well,  kids.  and  obviously  at  the  wise  old  age  of  five  and  with  four  years  of  backseat  nature  schooling  under  her  belt,  she  was  (  in  her  mind,  anyway  )  lightyears  ahead  of  these  babies  who  struggled  to  velcro  their  own  sneakers.

in  the  background,  mostly  unbeknownst  to  juliet,  her  parents  were  trying  to  her  father's  sister  out  of  a  rough  patch.  all  she  really  knew  at  the  time  was  that  she  was  having  a  great  time  having  sleepovers  with  her  cousin  with  an  increasing  frequency.  until  one  day  he  just  didn't  leave.  he  joined  her  class,  got  his  own  room  across  the  hall  from  her  own,  and  eventually  the  two  started  seeing  each  other  more  as  siblings  than  cousins.  one  rarely  seen  without  the  other.  he's  not  technically  adopted  —  what  started  as  a  temporary  guardianship  became  a  permanent  one  once  it  was  decided  to  be  in  his  best  interest  —  but  he  might  as  well  have  been  the  way  he  blended  into  the  family.

a  few  years  after  getting  firmly  settled  into  a  family  of  four,  alyvia  would  be  offered  a  position  that  would  move  the  entire  family  from  the  o'ahu  field  office,  all  the  way  to  epa  headquarters  in  washington  dc.  it  was  a  difficult  transition.  moving  five  time  zones  and  almost  five  thousand  miles  to  a  city  where  they  didn't  know  anyone  and  felt  cold  and  dreary  more  often  than  not.  but  it  got  better  eventually.  the  kids  getting  a  fresh  start  and  made  friends  at  the  fancy  new  montessori  school  henry  found  a  job  (  with  a  nice  discount  for  the  children  of  teachers  )  at. 

and  while  dc  never  really  felt  like  home,  juliet  adjusted  to  their  new  (  technical  )  home.  learned  to  like  it,  even.  especially  when  she  got  chances  to  get  out  of  the  city  and  into  the  quieter  parts  downriver.  the  museums  became  another  huge  pull  —  if  she  could  have  spent  every  afternoon  wandering  through  the  natural  history  museum  she  absolutely  would  have  in  a  heartbeat  —  and  she  happily  chatted  the  ear  off  many  a  docent  who  was  willing  to  listen  to  the  overly  enthusiastic  little  girl  who  wanted  to  know  even  more  than  what  the  information  panels  explained.

the  move  to  new  york  had  different  motives.  as  it  turned  out,  juliet  wasn't  the  only  one  who  never  found  the  city  to  fit  quite  right.  the  whole  family  was  itching  to  get  somewhere  new.  somewhere  where,  preferably,  there  wouldn't  be  a  lingering  vague  sense  of  dread  around  every  corner.  there  were  a  handful  of  options,  ones  that  included  a  move  back  to  o'ahu,  but  the  by  now  family  of  six  would  collectively  decide  on  giving  new  york  a  chance.  for  her  younger  sisters,  it  had  the  familiarity  of  a  big  concrete  city,  the  ability  for  her  mother  to  transfer  locations  and  her  father  was  able  to  find  a  teaching  job  with  relative  ease.  for  juliet  the  appeal  was  yet  again  the  museums,  and  a  sizable  selection  of  college  options  for  when  she  would  get  there  a  few  years  down  the  line.

new  york  is  where  she  fell  in  love  with  culture,  really.  the  way  different  cultures  shaped  the  city  and  the  city  in  turn  shaped  it's  own  unique  culture  —  it  quickly  became  one  of  those  topics  she  could  endlessly  talk  about  with  anyone  who  would  listen.  or  pretend  to,  at  the  least.  and  just  like  in  dc,  it  was  the  natural  history  museum  that  she  chose  to  spend  the  most  time  at.  almost  always  with  a  notebook  and  multicolored  pen  in  hand  to  take  notes  on  anything  she  wanted  to  look  into  deeper  on  one  of  her  almost  as  regular  trips  to  the  library.

out  of  all  the  schools  she  ended  up  touring,  langston  would  be  the  only  one  that  felt  right.  oddly  enough,  the  campus  felt  more  like  home  than  dc  ever  did.  probably  because  it  never  felt  like  the  architectural  and  frankly,  vibe  equivalent  to  an  overstarched  dry  cleaned  pants  suit.  being  able  to  craft  her  own  sort  of  label  instead  of  stuffing  herself  into  one  already  premade  (  the  one  thing  that  kept  her  from  applying  to  schools  straight  out  of  high  school  )  was  just  a  bonus. 

misc   fun   facts     —

she  has  a  bearded  dragon  named  hiccup  who  she's  had  since  he  was  a  little  baby  dragon.  he  has  a  little  harness  with  dragon  wings  on  it  and  a  leash  so  he  can  go  on  walkies.  sometimes  the  lizard  in  her  pocket  in  class  is  him.  sometimes  its  just  a  random  lizard  (  or  turtle  or  some  sort  of  invertebrate  perhaps  )  she  saw  walking  to  class.  he's  been  on  vacation  with  a  friend  back  in  new  york  since  #moldgate,  but  she  will  be  smuggling  him  back  on  campus  once  they  return.

she  WANTS  a  tokay  gecko.  very  much.  if  she's  looking  into  this,  thats  her  business,  leave  her  alone

big  fan  of  trinkets  and  strange  little  baubles.  owns  many  little  boxes  and  baggies  full  of  miscellaneous  objects  from  god  knows  where.  none  of  it  is  organized.  kinda  like  a  crow.  she's  also  very  good  at  just  having  whatever  random  little  bit  or  obscure  piece  to  something  else  that  other  people  need  for  their  own  projects?  she  just  has  to  look  for  it  first.

also  a  big  fun  of  jewelry  made  out  of  trinkets.  a  wizard  w  a  gluegun  and  jewelry  wire.  occasionally  she  also  makes  tiny  little  (  incredibly  simple  )  stuffed  critters.  offers  both  to  friends  as  tokens  of  affection  also  like  a  crow.

if  you  let  her,  she'll  absolutely  talk  your  ear  off  about  whatever  the  most  recent  thing  she  learned  about  is.  luck  of  the  draw  what  that  is.  could  be  drone  footage  of  a  newborn  great  white  shark.  could  be  ea-nasir  and  his  shit  quality  copper  (  again  ).  could  be  the  guy  on  tiktok  who  got  his  kid  an  octopus  and  did  such  a  good  job  with  researching  and  setting  up  the  ideal  tank  that  she  had  babies,  which  almost  never  happens.

similarly:  the  kind  of  person  who  watches  documentaries  and  3  hour  long  video  essays  on  the  most  random  shit  for  fun.

unfortunately  for  her  trust  is  her  default  and  you  have  to  fuck  it  up  pretty  bad  to  lose  that  trust.  this  does  not  pair  well  with  being  very  forgiving.  similarly,  friend  is  the  default  and  you  have  no  choice  in  the  matter.

theres  something  deeply  neurodivergent  about  this  girl,  i  just  can't  figure  out  exactly  what.

[dear-indies]

hello! if you're able to, could suggest some latino - mexican preferred, but i can be flexible on that - male fcs (trans preferred though cis is fine since i'm not sure my exact specifications are achievable) in his early to mid 20s? thank you if you can. i know this is a big ask!! have a good day 🫶

Trans suggestions:

Emmett Preciado (1994) Mexican and White - has younger roles but also looks like he can pass for mid twenties.

Jordan Gonzalez (1996) Cuban.

Ryan Jacobs Flores (1997) Mexican.

Cis suggestions:

Omar Apollo (1997) Mexican - is gay - has spoken up for Palestine!

Diego Tinoco (1997) Mexican / Colombian.

Tyler Alvarez (1997) Puerto Rican / Cuban - is gay.

Omar Rudberg (1998) Venezuelan - doesn’t want to label his sexuality but falls in love with people regardless of gender.

Froy Gutierrez (1998) Mexican Caxcan / White - hasn't labelled his sexuality but is publicly dating another man.

Michael Cimino (1999) Puerto Rican [Taíno] / White.

Michael Garza (2000) Mexican and White.

Samuel Kim Arredondo (2002) Korean / Mexican.

Iñaki Godoy (2003) Mexican.

Marcel Ruiz (2003) Puerto Rican.

I hope this helps you out and that you have a good day too, anon!

[prpfz]

i just have such an itch to write a manipulative character... anyone want to help me with this? I'm a 21+ writer, and I only write at an advanced literate to novella length on discord. no tupper or wanted FCs, please!

i love writing characters who manipulate through kindness! do you have a rough-around-the-edges character you need tamed? someone to take advantage of their trust to meet their own ends, developing a bit of a soft spot for them along the way? note that I'm also a big fan of fantasy settings, and would love to tie that in! medieval? modern? something in between? I love it all!

I can write either a M or a F character for this role, but would prefer to write either MxM, FxF, or F (me) x (cis) M! I can write either gender, but like playing with subversions most. I'm not interested in a super smutty, booktok ass MxF plot of a mean man manipulating a poor and innocent woman here. there are millions of ads out there for that already. just keep scrolling for that.

I want to explore the relationship between the two, what YC's trust means, and the scenario that leads to their relationship! I favor slow-burns. smut is absolutely secondary in my writing to plot, and I don't enjoy writing against super subby characters who can't move the plot along. limits can be discussed.

if this interests you and you'd be willing to help me plot, drop a like! ♥️

give a like and anon will get back to you

[feraldogbites]

#eeriemirage; a dependent blog for calamityshq.

( go min si, cis woman, she/her ) PARK YEJI : the thirty year old resident that's been around the CRESCENT APARTMENTS for two months. when the infected swarmed the streets the first night, YEJI really proved how resourceful + courageous they were. however, many would argue that they can also be quite obsessive + unpredictable. five years has passed since their old life ended and the new one began, developing skills that have helped them become a MEDICAL STUDENT / NURSE within their group. it makes sense to see them thriving at the job because of their vast knowledge of drugs + glock 17.

𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙨 …

name. park yeji. nicknames. yeji, crayji (behind her back ). age. thirty. gender, pronouns. ciswoman, she / her. dob.  6th of june. pob.  jeju island, south korea. sexuality. pan romantic + sexual. role. medical / nursing student. weapon of choice.  sweet words, brainwashing:) but otherwise glock 17 with three bullets left.

𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙨 …

height. 165 cm ( 5'4 ). hair style. black, pint - straight hair. length depends on arc ! eyes. brown, appear black in certain light. tattoos. none. piercings. standard lobes, doesn’t wear them. fc. go minsi.

𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 …

mother.  hwayoung ( presumed dead ). father. unknown. siblings. only - child.

𝘣𝘪𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘺 … (tw of something, not sure what, ask to tag !)

yeji was born to a single mother in jeju island, south korea. her mother has always been a mess and yeji’s birth didn’t evoke any kind of a change in character.

when she was three, they moved to busan with her mother’s new boyfriend  — a leech of a man who liked to drink and gamble and cheat, yet hwayoung’s low self - esteem made her stay & endure whatever he came up with. to be fair, they matched each other’s crazy just the right amount and became the sample of a perfect relationship for yeji.

their turbulent relationship lasted for eight years until one fateful night their apartment’s front door was kicked down by masked men who trashed & stole their things and dragged her mother’s boyfriend away. yeji had never seen him again, and later, learnt that he has been mercilessly tortured and murdered for owing a lot of money to a lot of very dangerous people.

anyway, life went on. it certainly did for yeji, always a quiet child, the observer, the outsider — never inside, always outside — she had a hard time making friends anywhere they moved to. too weird, too peculiar, too creepy — the kids said, pointing and whispering. she, hurt and angry, in turn dreamt of their demise that never came. instead bitterness nestled into her insides.

she runs away from home at 17, but is it really running away when no one’s looking for you? yet, she, finally, finds her people — a group she fits in. they’re weird and eccentric and peculiar just like her, but in a cool way, in a way that other ordinary people look up to and follow. the whole ordeal is cult-y, though no one ever says it outloud. 

they teach her things she wouldn’t learn elsewhere, or so they say, about medicine and drugs and their effects on human’s body and under their orders, she sells them on the shadow market. though, she also learns other languages, like english and mandarin, which she masters in no time.

yeji returns home a day after her 26th birthday. she goes back to school, gets her high school diploma and either by sheer luck, or other powerful force, gets accepted into university majoring in nursing. her goal is to work in a nursing home -  being the one in charge, people needing her more than she needs them for once.

she’s on an internship in san francisco the day the world ends. she join a group after group, but they always crumble, always perish. then she becomes a loner, wandering and wondering if this doom is not a sign of something else, something otherworldly. yeji gets absorbed by these thoughts, delusional.

the apartment complex takes her in — perhaps for her medical skills or her words coated in honey or both — and her ‘visions’ as she likes to call them, speak to her more often.

tldr; yeji is a disturbed young woman who believes in the superiority of the zombs, thinks of them as gods, yet more and more people are starting to turn to her — because people, in every situation, need something to believe in.:)

visuals. musings. headcanons. threads. connections.

[blue-thief]

respectfully asking you to drop those trans hcs for the bllk boys!!!

yeah sure ofc i'm so glad you asked!

i'll split them up based on which NEL team they're on for the sake of my own sanity

(i don't actually hc ALL of them to be trans so i'll just mention the ones i actually have a hc for lol)

bastard munchen

kaiser - THE most trans-coded of the bunch imo. like the whole thing with the blue rose tattoo to represent "turning the impossible into reality" and "defying the natural order of things". and his full name is "michael kaiser" which can be interpreted as "god's chosen emperor". there's no way bro was given that name at birth. he's also coded to have religious trauma which would become much more layered if you interpret him as trans. he's also, interestingly enough, the only one to NOT have a metal chain around his neck on his cover. he's the only one with glass. a lot of ppl have interpreted this as him having a fragile ego, but glass can also be taken to symbolize transformation (i just pulled this from a random website talking about the spiritual meaning of glass lmao). ALSO also him being annoyed by his long hair in ness's flashback. trans. plus his insecurity concerning how good he is in comparison to (who he perceives as) cis players just screams insecure trans masc who's relying too much on toxic masculinity to affirm his gender to his peers lmao.

ness - he totally thought he would have to fight his parents on this but they were surprisingly cool with it + even helped him w puberty blockers and stuff. he still hates them for the anti-magic stuff but at least they're not transphobic?

isagi - don't ask me to explain this i just get those vibes

noa - (reporter) "what is your opinion on trans people with an unfair biological advantage in sports?" (noa, a trans man who transitioned wayy before he got famous) "i AM trans people with an unfair biological advantage in sports"

pxg

shidou - he just has bigender vibes man. japanese isn't big on third-person pronouns, but once he starts getting better at english, he'd def start collecting pronouns like pokemon cards. he figured out his identity through chainsaw man ("wow denji's just like me fr but so is angel devil but so is asa but so is-")

ubers

(i have nothing for any of the ubers. feel free to prove me wrong)

fc barcha

bachira - non-binary but he doesn't know it yet (any and all pronouns once he does figure it out)

manshine city

chigiri - peak gender, everyone confuses him for a girl. he uses masculine language, and while he sometimes acts annoyed when ppl call him princess, he doesn't bother correcting them. does anyone actually know chigiri's gender? no. does he know what it is? yes. will he tell anyone? no. he thinks it's funny to keep ppl guessing with the constant contradictions

reo - i didn't actually hc him as trans at first but the post i was complaining about earlier was dunking on this hc specifically so uhhh yeah he's trans now sorry i don't make the rules <3. his dad's company also pioneered top surgery that doesn't leave any scars which is why no one in bllk has any. like with ness, his dad is surprisingly not transphobic but he sucks in other ways lmao (but now that you think of it, his whole struggle with wanting to live a life completely different from what his parents had in mind for him IS a very trans-coded backstory)

[arhaaong]

ARHAA OONG. thirty7. AUTHOR. california native who moved to windsor bay 24 years ago. THE SINGLE (ADOPTIVE) FATHER OF TWO. the OLDEST and only surviving of the OONG family. a TAURUS through and through; every bit as CARING and RELIABLE as OBSTINATE and SECRETIVE. henry golding fc.

BASICS

full name: jordan arhaa warren ong

nickname: just arhaa

age/date of birth: 37 / may 8th, 1987

zodiac sign: taurus ☼ libra ☾ cancer ↑

gender identity: cis man (he/him)

hometown: hermosa beach, california

current location: windsor bay, or

housing: mountainside

time in town: on-and-off, 24 years

sexual orientation: demisexual

occupation: author

PERSONALITY

labels: the phoenix, the benefactor, the mediator

positive traits: gentle , reliable , caring , trustworthy , allocentric , dutiful

negative traits: obstinate , reticent , stubborn , secretive , deceitful

hobbies: cooking, reading, musical theatre, camping, sports, volunteering

languages spoken: english, malay, french

instruments played: guitar, piano

favorite color: blue, red, green

favorite food: anything, but specially pies (he has memories attached to pies)

allergies: n/a

APPEARANCE

height: 6'1

distinguished characteristics: multiple scars throughout his body; a blink and you’ll miss it type of situation. some are from childhood and barely noticeable if you look closely whilst the most prominent ones are around 4 years old, situated in his ribs. there is no itemized list yet, but it is something he is acutely aware of.

tattoos: a phoenix on his back, a minimalist tattoo from the song ‘from eden’ by hozier where the word idealism sits in a small prison and it’s located on his left ribcage, the date of his mom’s passing and his sibling’s disappearance on his chest, the phrase ‘when i was drowning, that’s where i could finally breathe’ on his right forearm. ( ref )

piercings: n/a

right or left-handed?: right-handed

RELATIONSHIPS

parents: robert warren (whereabouts unknown), lili ong (deceased)

sibling(s): adam warren (deceased) (there may be half siblings, who knows?)

children: two adoptive children, a six year old called mia and jack, who is twelve

pet(s): a seven year old golden retriever named pollux

other family members: tbd

BIOGRAPHY

tw: death, car accident, substance abuse

It’s easy falling in love with the sun when all you know is darkness. That much Robert Warren learned when he first met Lili Oong, a ballet dancer who was in California as the new ballerina for Los Angeles Ballet who had moved recently from a little town called Windsor Bay, Oregon. Her warmth eclipsed the harrowing black hole in his chest the moment he laid eyes on her and so, he asked her out on a date that same night. 3 months later, Lili was moving in with him after a shotgun wedding and a positive pregnancy test on her hand, giving up her dreams of becoming a worldly-known dancer for a bigger dream of hers: becoming a mother.

The first few months were a dream; with Robert landing a promotion and Lili having an easy enough pregnancy, using all her newlyfound free time to enrich herself with tools to help her become the mother she never had. Soon, however, their luck changed and their future was forever shifted.

Robert, savvy in his ways but with darkness lurking deep within his soul, was offered a new business venture when an old friend of his opened his mind to the world of the fabrication of off-the-shelve opioids. Knowing soon he'd have a child to take care of and money would stretch thinner than it already was, he agreed without telling his wife and mother-to-be, ultimately becoming a consumer as well as a maker and a seller. The fairytale began to crack, the man who had once been charming and loving became cold, distant and began showing a violent and angry nature that had been unknown to Lili who by now was due to give birth at any day.

Arhaa was born in Hermosa Beach, California into an already broken household with a negligent, abusive, narcissistic father and a loving and caring but mentally exhausted mother who had sadly been drawn to the world of opioids addiction by her very own husband (who made a living out of not only dealing but fabricating said drugs) only a few weeks after giving birth to her second son; Adam. Although the family lead a chaotic and rather dramatic life, the two siblings became inseparable from the very first day Arhaa held his little brother in his arms and vowed to protect him. Despite the trials and tribulations that came with their upbringing, the two siblings had quite a normal childhood. With their father disappearing every other day the remaining three members of the family did their best with what they were handed; providing eachother the love and support they needed to get by with their mother working tirelessly to provide for her family while Arhaa did his best to take care of his little brother, only a few years his junior. Their lives changed a few months after Arhaa's 12th birthday when their father arrived home after yet another escapade to inform his wife he was leaving for good to never return. Free at last, the mother of two packed all the essentials, sell the home her children had grown up in and decided to move the family to Wilmington, her hometown. For a while, the new breath of fresh air worked on their favor; bringing the cursed family a new wave of tranquillity they hadn't known before thanks to the Ong family, yet it was short-lived the day the siblings found their mother passed out on the living room coming from school, lips blue and skin translucid and cold to the touch; he was pronounced dead on the way to the hospital. Unbeknownst to her children and her family, she had been on a battle with substance abuse since Arhaa's birth and it had finally caught up to her, leaving her children heartbroken and alone.

Arhaa's aunt, his mother's sister, decided to take the two siblings in in honor of her sister and although they learned to love and care for eachother in the long run and it ultimately reshaped the way the eldest viewed love and family, the first few years were difficult for everyone involved as each member of the family was in their own way, dealing with the grief of losing the most important person in their lives. One of Arhaa's methods to cope with his new reality became planning for his future; from high school grades and activities and a part-time job to save money, he planned an escape route: NYU. He worked tirelessly for the next two years to earn a spot in the prestigious school and was rewarded with not only an acceptance letter but a partial scholarship.

The eldest Ong sibling moved to New York for college leaving his little brother with a promise: he'd work hard to build a life and a home in the new city and once Adam was done with school, he'd move in with him and they could leave their past behind them. For two years, Arhaa spent his mornings attending lessons and his evenings and nights working two, sometimes three jobs to hold his end of the bargain and find a home the two siblings could share only for Adam to ultimately decline the offer, claiming he was better off in Windsor Bay. With no room to overthink or even discuss the issue, the eldest sibling spent the next year dedicating his full attention to college, ultimately graduating with a major in English Literature and a minor in Creative Writing. It took a couple years and a few odd jobs here and there for the writer to fully earn a space in the New York literary society ultimately making friends with an indie publishing company's owner that upon reading his very first draft of a book, offered him a deal to publish it the minute he was done editing it. At age 25, Arhaa saw his biggest dream brought to fruition when his first novel was published, quickly gaining enough momentum to become a moderate success not even 4 months after its publication.

In a streak of luck, the indie publishing company that initially trusted in him and his vision offered him a new deal to become an associate, offering him a third of the company and a new contract for his next books. The now renowned author happily accepted and worked tirelessly for an entire year on both his next book and signing new talent, wanting nothing more than making other's dreams come true.

A little after his 26th birthday with a bestseller and a deal for three more books, Arhaa decided to move back to Windsor Bay to both work on his second novel and to be closer to his brother. The years that followed brought the brothers a sense of calm and normalcy they hadn't felt in their life with, a family to call their own and to treasure. It felt like life was finally being kind to the Ong siblings until the fateful day the youngest Ong sibling was killed in a car accident only a few miles away from Arhaa's home where the eldest was hosting a birthday party for him. The news were soul-shaking for everyone involved and it send Arhaa into a spiral as he had lost both his best friend and the last remaining family member he had.

For months, he let his pain guide him. Drinks, parties, drugs and bodies passed through him in an attempt to heal wounds that had followed him from birth with little to no result. He'd live life with just enough conscience to get by and spend most nights wide awake, turning in bed letting each and ever skeleton in his closet keep him company in pain and anger. He let grief write his second novel, pouring out every part of him in his magnum opus that ultimately became his salvation. With the help of that second body of work and therapy, slowly but surely the author pulled himself out of the dark whole he made for himself and allowed himself to let go of some of the pain and heartache when he published his novel, two years after his brother's accident earning him another best seller weeks before its release.

Time passed and with enough help, his life began to make sense again. He cemented his name as a renowned author and made a life in his Windsor Bay; got a dog that became his trusty companion and closest confidant and on his 3-th birthday, Arhaa decided to give his life a new spin by becoming a foster parent, both to play a homage to his family who took him in and his brother when they needed it the most and wanting to be that safe space for kids who needed it. Years of preparing and waiting for the right pick later, he welcomed Jack and Mia into his home, the first children who were put under his care; their tragic story a mirror of his own, their pain and fear something he could not only relate to but was personally affected by. With enough care and love, Arhaa managed to gain the children's trust and later on their love, ultimately asking for their consent to fully adopt them as his own so they could become the family the three of them had been searching for their whole lives and officially becoming their adoptive father at age 35.

[hisgrief]

i feel like a lot of the issue with male centrism in the rpc comes from people specifically going after fcs that they find attractive. if you rp an older man and his fc isn't someone like jeffrey dean morgan or norman rheedus, for example, you're not gonna be as popular. same if the fc isn't white, if your character isn't cis, etc. the popularity is very much in favour of aesthetically attractive, younger white cis male fcs in particular. edit: and to add on to this, i do feel like a lot of the people who complain about the lack of interest in their female characters unintentionally contribute to this issue.

[tewwor]

𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗦𝗢𝗥𝗖𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗥 … like for a starter and/or ask! multi's please specify

STATS .

name: yuma kochiya

alias: tba

age: 34 ( verse dependent )

height: 5'11''

gender & sexuality: cis man ; he/him & bisexual

family: yasuo kochiya ( brother, deceased )

occupation: doctor at a small clinic during the day & on call semi-grade 1 jujutsu sorcerer / nightshift doctor at tokyo jujutsu high

fc: tba

CURSED TECHNIQUES & ABILITIES .

bone destruction ( names of fractures — oblique, compression, comminuted, segmental, avulsion, etc ) & regeneration ( fuse ): able to break, splinter, crush, etc. any bone in his, and another's, body at will. the need for physical contact is required when manipulating others. he's also able to regenerate, mend the bones, and transplant marrow to boost blood regen.

density manipulation ( brick - heavy & feather - light ): this ability allows him to shift the density of bones at will i.e. 'hollow bones' and 'dermal armor'.

osteokinetic constructs ( manifest ): can turn bone into tools, objects, weapons and other items, create semi-living constructs and/or create structures/buildings of varying permanence. being rather efficient and near masterful with his technique, yuma's able to create anything within his mind's eye.

invisibility awareness ( passive ): yuma is able to detect anything that is made of bones — living or dead. thus, makes it practically impossible to sneak up on him if someone, or something, has a skeleton.

puppetry ( rally ): able to control and morph skeletons at will. very rarely does yuma resort to this as he thinks it disrespectful to the deceased & the living ( unlike his family ).

wing manifestation ( silver vein ): able to construct skeletal wings that act as both defense and offense. despite it's name, yuma isn't able to fly with these additional limbs.

HISTORY .

tw : car accident

The rumbling ambiance of gravel paths against thinned treads is what wakes you. Slow, like the meandering of that stormy cloud across the crescent moon above. You hear the faint wash of radio talk crackle from tinny speakers. Breathe in verbena buffed leather and clove scented smoke. The faintest tap, tap tap punctuates the switch in talk show speakers before a familiar, "hey-yo, sleep well?" pushes you further into the present. The first response you give is a groggy huff. Then a whine curls with the back of your tongue upon stretching what you can in this all too cramped car. Something's said about how you slept well enough with all things considered. Your older brother answers back with a huff of his own. Ends on an understanding, "fair 'nough" before a jaunty transitional tune takes over.

The two of you are squabbling over something stupid, something small. Both sides are justified in their own right, but there's an overlap of beliefs. A bunch of 'well I think's and 'no, you're wrong's being flung back and forth. Any hope of reaching a middle ground gets trampled by big personalities and even bigger opinions. Remember, it was stupid and small — you cannot forget this. You cannot let the looming thing caught in headlights eradicate it. Your brother was spirited; a shared likeliness of resilience and mulishness inherited by parents you've never met. He cannot be reduced to something only characterized by pain and suffering. There was zeal once, modest pride, undefeated geniality. He cannot be lessened to his last moments, writhing in agony by the shaking craft of your hands. You knew not of flesh nor organs then ( far too young, too green ), the complexity of nerves and skin, but you did know of marrow. Enough to mend the breaks with nothing else to stilt the hurt or staunch the ceaseless flow of blood. You have to remember how relentless he was in reassurance. Between the wet sucking of lungs, the crushed rasps and grunts and groans — trembling body misshapen among the debris of metal scraps and laminated glass. '—'s okay. I'll be.. Okay. —'m alright... Be fine.' Remember how you wanted to scream back? Take him by the torn, bloody collar and shake him back into sense? Shake more life into him somehow, by some miracle? But a shooting star didn't blink across the night sky — only lit bright by the full width of silver moon. All that's left is you, your dying brother, and that thing still on the road.

MISC. FACTS .

interests: ginger, rest, cute or funny bandaids, gag gifts

dislikes: taking things too seriously, his parents

often fights with a mass of bone ( yes, it’s his own — don’t ask or do 🫣 ). it’s kept fluid to act as extra defense and solidified when on the offensive. usually molds the bone into gauntlets, scythe, or spiked bullets. if he’s really feeling some type of way ( enraged ) he’ll cram liquified bone into a target’s mouth, eyes, ears, nose, or open wound and solidify it with spikes.

injuries sustained was a broken arm and 80% loss of sight in the left eye. otherwise, he was more or less okay.

yuma's trademark greeting of 'hey-yo!' came from his brother. the same applies to how he treats current patients like they're children ( constant gentle conversation to distract from the pain, the promise of a sweet threat after, etc ).

his favorite & most used scents are clove and leather. again, influenced by his brother.

after the incident, yuma threw himself into constant training. he took on far stronger curses to get a better understanding of his powers — both to harm and heal. his efforts paid off at a steep price.

VERSES .

main — jjk: works the nightshift at tokoyo jujutsu high ( so shoko doesn't have to ) and enjoys it! had a stint where yuma was a teacher for some brief period of time, but decided that he could help bolster their recovery instead. stayed with principal yaga & shoko during the shibuya arc as extra defense.

main — modern day / au friendly: works as an underground medic. good, bad, whatever’s in between — he’ll patch anyone up if they can pay the fee ( can be money or favors ). somehow weaseled his way into something legally binding so neither side tries to shake him down for information.

the marked: tba.

op: tba.