Do other people experience your OC as being particularly warm and approachable on first meeting them? Or do they initially (or even permanently) come across as cold or stand-offish?
Having years of experience in customer service, Baxter generally tries to put people at ease when he first meets them. Alternatively, he could leave people in a flustered state of awkward since he's very likely to flirt. He's generally the easiest character to bring to social events and typically will find himself working/helping out.
If anyone ooc is struggling with an intro or way to interact, let me know - Bax is more than happy to make the first move ;)
A little list of OC questions based on the symbolism of sweets and puddings in dreams and the imagination. Please note that the information in this list is for entertainment purposes only!
Chocolate: Comfort, Warmth, and Love.
How good is your OC at comforting others? Do they feel comfortable around someone who is crying? Does it depend on the age or gender of the person in question?
Do other people experience your OC as being particularly warm and approachable on first meeting them? Or do they initially (or even permanently) come across as cold or stand-offish?
What does your OC find comforting when they are distressed or anxious? Are they able to ask for this comfort from others? Or do they need to be alone?
Does your OC have someone in their life who makes them feel safe and comforted during difficult times? Is this person aware that your OC feels this way about them? Would your OC ever admit to doing so?
Does your OC ever comfort eat when they are unhappy? If so then what food do they find most comforting and why? If not, then what might they do instead?
Candy: Indulgence and Excess.
Does your OC have any "guilty pleasures"? Are they at all secretive or embarassed about these?
Is your OC ever prone to excessive indulgence in food, alcohol or other vices? Do they personally consider it excessive? Or is this purely the view of those observing their behaviour?
Does your OC find it easy to resist temptation? Are they always strong-willed and abstinent? Or does it depend upon the nature of the temptation in question?
For what (if anything) is your OC most greedy? Perhaps fame? Sexual satisfaction? Knowledge? Power? Or something else entirely?
Does your OC believe that it is possible to have too much of a good thing? Or is there no limit to their appetite for certain pleasures or luxuries?
Ice Cream: Playfulness and Childhood.
How accurately does your OC remember their own childhood? Was it a generally happy time? Or are there aspects which are painful or even traumatic to recall?
Does your OC take themselves particularly seriously? Are there times when they can take themselves lightly, but others when they demand respect? Do those around them ever view them as excessively dour and serious? Or even inordinately flippant and frivolous?
Does your OC have a good sense of humour? What kind of jokes do they find funny? Do they have a favourite joke themselves?
Is your OC inclined to play games of an evening? Or do they consider themselves rather above such diversions? Do they enjoy gambling? Or do they prefer games that allow them to perform?
At what point did your OC consider their childhood to be over? Was it a milestone in terms of age? Or did it follow a particular event? Did they feel ready for adulthood at that point?
Lollipops: Shortcuts and Risk of Failure.
Does your OC tend to plan things in meticulous detail? Or do they prefer to jump straight in and work things out as they go?
To what degree does your OC fear failure? Are they something of a perfectionist in all things? Or can they accept a chance of failure in some situations?
Does your OC place a lot of importance on doing things "properly"? Or are they more than willing to take shortcuts to achieve their goals?
What does your OC see as being their greatest failure? Does the memory of this still fill them with feelings of guilt or shame? Are their feelings of failure justified?
How willing is your OC to gamble? Are they more than happy to rely upon luck? Or will they only take a chance once they have stacked the odds in their favour as far as possible?
Cheesecake: Inner Healing and Realisation of Potential.
Has your OC fully realised their own potential? If not in their own view, then perhaps in the opinions of others?
Does your OC believe that people are marked for greatness from birth - perhaps by destiny, noble birth or cultural origin? Or do they believe that anyone can rise to renown through the quality of their character or the value of their efforts?
Has your OC fully healed from any historical experiences of loss or trauma? If not then do they believe it will ever be possible for them to do so? Conversely are they in denial regarding their own trauma and need for healing?
Is your OC someone who counsels or helps others heal themselves from abuse or trauma? Is this something they do consciously? Or is there something about their personality or presence that others experience as comforting or nurturing?
To what extent does your OC recognise the significance of emotional or spiritual harm? Are they able to recognise when another person is in distress? Or do they discount emotional suffering as being something that the strong should simply manage in silence and overcome alone?
Doughnuts: Recuperation and Reward.
Is your OC someone who finds it easy to relax? Or do they tend to always be busy and in need of external stimulation?
How would your OC reward someone who did a good deed for them? Do they feel comfortable being helped? Or do they hate feeling indebted to others?
Does your OC take the time necessary to recover fully from exertions or strain? Or do they sometimes push themselves to get back out out into the fray (literally or figuratively) before they are truly ready?
What has been the most emotionally rewarding experience for your OC so far? Have they admitted this to others (or to themselves)?
Is your OC believe that good deeds should be their own reward? Or do they prefer that appreciation be shown through generous material compensation?
Cupcakes: Joy, Celebration and Success.
How does your OC respond when they are feeling joyful or celebratory? Are they inclined to whoop and cheer? Or are they more understated and subdued?
Does your OC enjoy parties and festivals? Or do they find them somewhat overwhelming? Or even pointless or frivolous?
Is your OC able to acknowledge or celebrate the achievements of others? Or do they sometimes begrudge not being the centre of attention?
How would your OC choose to celebrate a major event or milestone (if they would celebrate it at all)? Would they prefer a quiet occasion with a friend or partner? Or would they enjoy as big an occasion as possible? Perhaps with many guests and much revelry?
How would your OC respond to being thrown a surprise party?
I just heard the hull grinded into the shore, bags and crates tossed before we had even stopped moving. I thought we were headed to another port but for some reason we landed here. I’m worried. I know I shouldn’t have taken the contract just like you said but I wanted needed to do something. I couldn’t sit there any longer waiting for word that anything had changed.. That anyone had come home. Maybe we will find someone here. I don’t know ⚫ what to write anymore. I wish there was some trace of you, something to know if I should still keep holding on to hope. I miss you dad. - K
I’m doing well with my studies and learning a lot. The weather, well I could use a pair of lighter clothes if you can manage to send it. Between the humid air and heat in the kitchen I keep melting faster than my chocolate. Oh, speaking of which I learned to create another interesting treat that might be a decent seller back home. If you drag melted chocolate over top of one another and add in other things like candy, nuts, sprinkles, fruit, honestly anything on top it makes for a really simple way to use up extras and people here will buy it as gifts. I’m sure others back home might buy something like that if they have a little extra coin. I’ll try and send some the next time I write. I miss you ma. - B
He hasn't settled for hours now, constantly pacing and watching. He seems agitated, more than normal but still unlikely to be a threat to the tribe. I’m fine to watch him alone, call the other off. And avoid sending anyone else this way after that, his senses are still heightened and.. Just leave me to keep watch. Likely just needs time for it to run out of his system and I’m sure he will be fine by morning. Promise me to keep the other safe until I return, I’m sorry to have left you like I did but I couldn’t risk anything more happening. I’m sorry S, I’ll explain in the morning. Please don’t be mad. - W’K
It was her last day in the port she grew up near. Last.. that word felt misused, a piece from a different puzzle. It wouldn’t be the final time she saw the warmth of a sunrise reflecting off the stone heart of the city or listened to the gulls circling their prey from the morning’s catch. But for now she needed something these routes couldn’t offer her. She wanted to move on from whispers and shadows. The cool salted breeze obscured her vision as strands of midnight sheltered her face from below a teal brimmed hat.
Lazy mornings were an unknown concept to him, his day started bells before most. Today was an exception, today was different. Most would opt for a day off or travel away, instead he found himself back in town collecting what he could to help another. Long forged deals and partnerships paid back in double. Winks and lopsided smiles traded for supplies. His warmth was contagious spreading like glitter. A grumbled competition gave in to his charm, his network ran deep despite it being peppered with confections and provisions. With full arms he hugged the offers he had gathered close, this.. this was just the start.
Ink pulled and twisted under the pen, silently painting a picture from a perch. How many days- two. The answer pulled from paging through the last few notes. Two days he had been watching, waiting for the next step. He rolled his shoulders, checking his surroundings letting his eyes scan for changes. A soft sigh eased into the stone that supported his back, fingers drumming an unheard rhythm as the morning air fluttered the pages of his notebook. A familiar crystalline structure scribbled in black, a collection of half finished portraits of passing faces.
[@baxter-ffxiv & @wkiba-ffxiv are my other OCs featured in this piece]
The Drunken Moogle is celebrating pride by coming together with everyone under a single banner. Everyone on the star, from far and near, working towards a new future.
This is our Pride club night, where we’ll have music, dancing, drinks and games.
Dress theme: Pride Colours (whichever flag you identify with)
