just a fun little character game. fill in the below categories with 3-5 things that your character can be identified by.
repost & tag away !
tagged:stolen from: @viirtuo who i can’t tag for some raisin
tagging: if you want it then take it!
001. an unwillingness to let go -- of guilt, of shame, of regrets and grudges either real or imagined
002. exhaustion that permeates her whole being on both a physical and a spiritual level
003. the bitter sort of joy that stems from the knowledge that life goes on, even if she were to disappear tomorrow.
004. pride in how far she’s come and how much good she’s done in her life as a direct consequence of the ill she’s done, and perhaps solace in the knowledge that it may be possible to rise above.
005. contentedness, or perhaps complacency, with the current state of affairs. resistance to change.
001. a stiff wave, little more than a raise of the hand to acknowledge that the other party has been seen, usually accompanied by a quirked eyebrow or a tight-lipped smile.
002. a respectful bow, for those she’s yet to meet or those she owes due respect to.
003. a tight hug after an extended absence that feels like it’ll never end.
004. a grunt of acknowledgement whenever she’s preoccupied with other things -- like making sure the milk doesn’t scald.
005. a poke to the middle of the back as a surprise greeting -- usually with the intent of making whoever she’s greeting jump, and reserved for those she’s certain won’t attack her as a result
001. bright red -- like Dalamud
002. navy blue
003. a green that’s simultaneously rich and dark... but also washed out.
004. black
005. gold
001. earth after rain - petrichor.
002. the sea
003. fresh-baked bread
004. searing meat -- primarily beef but occasionally pork.
005. an indescribable metallic tang.
001. a comfortable white-and-green tunic woven of ramie cloth, accented with black leather and bright stitching. well put-together, the garb of a warrior that relies more on her agility than brute force -- and stylish to boot.
002. a red shirt fashioned out of pliant leather lined on the inside with soft fabric and held closed only by the virtue of several belts. features a black sash hanging from the shoulder as well -- less practical than most of her outfits, but damn comfortable and likely over-worn.
003. black thighboots -- multiple pairs cut in different styles. all comfortable, most scuffed. her favorite pair has blue soles.
004. a necklace she picked up in ishgard fashioned out of agate and mythrite.
005. white fabric handwraps -- insistent terminology that they aren’t bandages. given that her hands are free from injury, this insistent terminology may be justified.
001. anteres needles -- her pair of knives, always eerily glinting in the light and always sharpened until they’re deadly.
002. a very different set of knives, meant for cooking and ranging in size from a small paring knife to a knife so heavy and large that it can break down a whole chicken no problem.
003. a tarnished ring, inherited from her mother as one of the only valuable keepsakes she had to her name.
004. an old lance, blunted from years of neglect and honestly something that belongs in the trash.
005. an old, ragged blanket that’s hardly warm at all, and usually dirty besides -- but comfortable enough that she keeps it around anyway.
001. drinking.
002. cursing.
003. unwarranted aggression. (generally being abrasive)
004. speaking too loudly/yelling.
005. rolling her eyes.
001. lopsided smiles or grins that just reek of some form of conceited mockery -- whether genuine or faked for the sake of keeping up the facade
002. soft laughter, covering her mouth to hide the smile and muffle the sound before she gives up and her hands fall to her chest instead.
003. a guarded stance, tense with every muscle in her body coiled like a spring. waiting for a reason. hands balled into fists and kept close to where her knives rest on her belt, or concealed just below a layer of clothing or two.
004. arms crossed over her chest and gaze stubbornly averted in order to avoid acknowledging something or other that does not please her -- or simply to avoid engaging in unwanted social interaction. (rarely works)
005. shoulders back, chin held high like the warrior she could, now, rightfully call herself -- ready to defend herself or others against any perceived slight.
001. stars, constellations weaving stories overhead that only the most attentive may glean
002. snow, ice, and the chill of winter that always seems more intense just before spring begins
003. red roses in full bloom, complete with thorns.
004. bloodied knuckles from fist-fights with either a breathing foe... or the wall, and the ache that resonates from her hands and up through her arm with every blow
005. cheap wine in an expensive glass.
001. failure | breaking benjamin
002. i’m the one | jeff williams ft. casey lee williams
003. here’s to the heartache | nothing more
004. immortals | fall out boy
005. my demons | starset
