Q. Β HOW Β DOES Β YOUR Β MUSE Β FEEL Β ABOUT Β THEIR Β OWN Β CLAN? Β how Β do Β they Β feel Β about Β the Β other Β clans? Β where Β do Β their Β loyalties Β truly Β lie?
a.Β santos has absolutely no loyalty to the sky people. his entire life on cronos station was unhappy, one disappointment after the other; and even now, he is hesitant to connect with any sky people beyond venus and her father. when it comes to the other clans, he has no real negative or positive opinions outside of the fact that they are not sky people. that said, he does feel most at home amongst the ice nation at troy and is enjoying his time there, even if it is for a serious reason. still, he wouldnβt say he has a particular loyalty to one group or another - just to himself and whatever scenario works best for him in the moment.Β
Q. Β DO Β THEY Β FEEL Β AS Β THOUGH Β THEY Β CAN Β TRUST Β THE Β PERSON Β LEADING Β THEIR Β PEOPLE? explain Β why Β or Β why Β not. Β refer Β to Β the Β lore Β page Β for Β information Β on Β the Β leaders Β of Β each Β clan.
a. Β not even remotely - but this is just an extension of santosβ overall distrust of his clan. with his mother dead and his father god knows where, santos has always focused a lot of his hatred and rage about his life onto the most senior authority controlling it: both president santiago nd the council. he hates the way sky people society works, casting people out into the cold (literally) over anything they deem an infraction, and as far as heβs concerned, they are the driving force behind that.Β
Q. Β WHAT Β DOES Β YOUR Β MUSE Β THINK Β OF Β βTHE Β DOORSβ Β THAT Β WERE Β OPENED Β BY Β THE Β CHILDREN Β OF Β THE Β ORACLE Β ALL Β THOSE Β YEARS Β AGO? Β have Β they Β heard Β the Β rumors Β that Β the Β search Β to Β open Β more Β of Β the Β doors Β continues Β on? Β if Β so, Β how Β do Β they Β feel Β about Β it?
a.Β santos admittedly doesnβt think much about the groundersβ lore beyond the machines themselves. but the rumors he does hear about the doors definitely intrigue him. he finds the overall culture of the grounder clans to be more organic and real than his own - less sanitized. so, even though he doesnβt understand the fear some grounders feel about the thought of more doors opening, part of him wants to see it just to see what happens.Β
Q. Β WHAT Β ARE Β YOUR Β MUSEβS Β VIEWS Β ON Β THE Β MACHINES? are Β they Β someone Β willing Β to Β do Β battle Β with Β them Β or Β do Β they Β avidly Β avoid Β detection Β while Β in Β the Β wilds? Β what Β are Β their Β theories Β on Β what Β the Β machinesβ Β true Β purpose Β is/what Β they Β were Β made Β for? Β if Β they Β donβt Β believe Β that Β the Β machines Β were Β made Β by Β the Β gods, Β do Β they Β have Β any Β ideas Β or Β beliefs Β about Β who Β made Β them?
a.Β as someone with an interest in tech, santos is fascinated by the machines. the combination of raw power and technology is right up his alley and he is actively looking forward to a chance to come face to face with one someday. heβs willing to do battle (though he isnβt naive enough to think he can punch them down), but more than that, heβd be interested in understanding what makes them tick. picking one apart, putting them back together, taming them even - itβs a rare situation where santos wants to create and understand, rather than destroy.Β
being from the sky people, a lot of his interest in them is focused on the present. he doesnβt theorize too much about their purpose, who created them, etc because them existing on the ground is the only thing heβs ever known. that doesnβt mean he wonβt listen to grounders talk about it though - in fact, itβs one of the few things heβll actively and enthusiastically interact with grounders about.Β
Q. Β IS Β YOUR Β MUSE Β A Β SKILLED Β FIGHTER? if Β so, Β who Β taught Β them Β how Β and Β what Β weapon(s) Β do Β they Β use Β most Β frequently? Β if Β not, Β how Β does Β your Β muse Β defend Β themselves Β in Β the Β wilds Β or Β against Β enemies?
a.Β βskilledβ is a very relative term. is santos someone who fights -- and wins -- often and well? absolutely. but, he was never formally trained in either combat or weapons, and likely couldnβt best a trained fighter in strategy. heβs always relied on his brute strength and rage to push him through any altercation because thatβs what got him fighting in the first place --- the loneliness that turned to anger the more the world seemed to forsake him. he uses his fists most often in fights, but isnβt opposed to using weapons, typically anything he can get his hand on in the moment. if he had to choose a preferred or more frequent weapon, it would be something he could beat someone with, i.e. a pipe (as opposed to something of a longer range). so far, he hasnβt had a direct encounter with a machine to figure out how he would defend himself against them, but one thingβs for sure: heβd go down swinging.
[ Β deepika padukone & Β 35 Β & Β cis female & Β she/her Β ] Β stars Β above, Β is Β that Β PETRA Β of Β THE Β ICE Β NATION Β ? Β i Β overheard Β people Β talking Β about Β them; Β they Β say Β that Β they're Β PERCEPTIVE but Β when Β their Β JADED Β side Β rears Β its Β head Β things Β can Β get Β ugly. Β Β did Β you Β know Β they Β DON'T Β believe Β that Β the Β machines Β were Β made Β by Β gods and Β DO believe Β in Β elemental Β spirits? is Β that Β the Β case Β for Β all Β people Β who Β were a WARRIOR ? Β people Β who Β have Β run Β into Β them Β say Β that Β they Β remind Β them Β of Β VINES STRAINING FOR SUNLIGHT AND THE DYING WHISTLE OF AN ARROW Β but Β i Β wonder Β if Β we'll Β see Β if Β there's Β more Β to Β them Β than Β previously Β thought Β ? Β whatever Β the Β case, Β i Β know Β they have Β NEUTRAL Β feelings Β about Β the Β SPACERS. Β
ABOUT / tw: death mentions, violence, trauma
stats tba!
for much of her childhood, petra was enraptured by her clanβs power and the royal family that wielded it all. with a reverence far beyond her years, she looked to the keep in awe and the modest, but popular inn her parents kept with disdain.
she loved her family, of course; their warmth a welcome boon to an otherwise harsh world. but the contrast between them and the people petra idolized was often hard to reconcile, and many of her parentsβ teachings went unheeded.
most had little to no consequence - but then, the ice walk came.
before kissing their twin daughters goodbye, petraβs parents gave them a simple ask: stay together and take care of each other.Β
but petra, in her need to impress, couldnβt let her sisterβs lack of ambition slow her down. she refused to, in fact, and in that haste, ended up separated from her sister early on.
she didnβt think much of it at first, knowing her sister was in many ways as strong and resourceful as she was. but as the week continued and petra hadnβt managed to track her down, a panic started to set in; a panic that kept petra out in the mountains for an extra day, holding out hope.
but, in the end, when petra finally emerged from the mountain to face her frantic family petra, she was alone, and absolutely devastated.
the guilt she felt kept her quiet for months after, withdrawn and halfway between mourning her sister and hating herself. the only thing that gave her purpose was training to be a warrior as soon as she was old enough, a path her family did not appreciate after already losing one child.Β
but petra wouldnβt budge; there was no other option for her now that sheβd risked - and lost - her sisterβs life just to prove herself as a worthy fighter.Β
so, train she did; and before long, she was an adult among the ranks of the ice nationβs proudest, claiming what they deemed to be theirs and then some.
for nearly two decades, petraβs days and nights were full of blood and her identity began and ended with her loyalty to the ice nation as a warrior.Β
but this all came to a sudden end during the war with the western clans when an ambush left most of her garrison dead and her severely wounded.
the healing process was slow; too arduous for a battlefield doctor which led to petra being sent back home to troy to recover --- and effectively retire from war.
( but if there was any doubt of that, her leg, that would never regain its full function, made sure of it. )
her family welcomed her home with open arms, though there was no denying a lingering hurt at her eagerness to leave them behind to fight. and after a slow year of nightmares and pain, petra could move around without help and return to a somewhat normal life in her hometown.
today, she is back at the inn, working as co-owner with her remaining sibling while her parentsβ old age relegate them to tending to the house their family still shares.Β
and each day remains a battle between her demons and the life sheβs tried to start anew.
EXTRA TIDBITS
petraβs left leg was effectively shattered during the war and while itβs been reset enough to heal, it is by no means a perfect fix; she has a noticeable limp and at times, cannot walk at all without the help of a cane. she also has visible scars on the leg from both the attack and the field treatment that came thereafter.Β
leaving her warrior role behind has given petra a lot of space to process her sisterβs loss and reassess her place in the ice nation. overall, she finds the focus on war and bloodlust unappealing, but oddly enough, doesnβt necessarily condemn the culture for it. rather, she sees those feelings as a shortcoming on her part; the disconnect to her people is because she isn't like the rest of them -- an outsider -- not because their culture is outright wrong. and sheβs essentially trying to be content with her new, slower paced life as an innkeeper because of it.Β
she does not talk about her sister - ever.Β
WANTED CONNECTIONS
first love: this would be someone petra grew up with and even after losing her sister, continued to grow and fall for - the only person she opened up to in the wake of the ice walk, even if they donβt know the full truth about what happened. they are likely the child of a neighboring shopkeeper and stayed in the area to take over the shop like petra has now, and seeing her back has been interesting to say the least. they would have ended things because of petraβs unwavering focus on being a warrior.
childhood friends: like the first love connection, these are folks she probably grew apart from over time since they were going on different paths, but they may also have really supported her fighting and kept in touch! just want people she used to know!
former warrior buddies: perhaps a partner in crime that helped save her after the attack and that sheβs still close to. someone she hooked up with just to get the need out? a former rival who comes by the inn to taunt her now that they have risen to a rank she once had? someone younger / newer to the warrior rank that she saved coming to look for her in troy?Β
patrons: any kind of patron connections would be appreciated! petra spends most of her time at the front getting people checked in and everything, so sheβs interacting with nearly everyone who comes in. would love folks from other clans, maybe people sheβs interacted with before during her time out fighting.Β
sibling: will probably put in a wc for this, but i would LOVE for someone to bring her sibling. this would be someone younger who has stayed in the family inn since she left and effectively taken over in her absence and is now sharing the work with her. they are civil with each other for sure, but thereβs a lot of tension given the trauma and loss between the sister dead to the ice walk and petra constantly gone for war only to come back completely battered.Β
β π΄π°ππ, β Β π π΄π½ππ Β πΌπππΌπππ, Β ππ΄π»π» Β π°ππ°ππ΄ Β πΎπ΅ Β the Β tension Β in Β his Β fists Β and Β the Β defensiveness Β of Β his Β shoulders. Β venus Β means Β no Β harm Β but Β sheβd Β likely Β react Β in Β the Β same Β way Β if Β the Β roles Β were Β reversed. β iβm Β not Β here Β to Β taunt Β you. β and Β because Β she Β anticipates Β that Β he Β doesnβt Β have Β a Β lot Β of Β patience Β right Β now, Β sheβll Β keep Β it Β short Β and Β sweet.
β the Β way Β i Β see it, Β youβve Β pissed Β off Β a Β lot Β of Β people Β in Β here, β she Β says, Β her Β gaze Β flickering Β down Β to Β her Β food Β as Β she Β absent-mindedly Β pushes Β it Β around Β on Β her Β tray. Β she Β seems Β casual Β but Β sheβs Β on Β high Β alert, Β just Β waiting Β to Β jump Β out Β of Β the Β way Β if Β he Β reaches Β for Β her. Β she Β might Β not Β be Β the Β strongest Β but Β sheβs Β fast; Β faster Β than Β most. Β β and Β your Β friends Β have Β ditched Β you. Β theyβre Β assholes. β venus Β stabs Β the Β fake Β meat Β on Β her Β plate Β with Β her Β plastic Β knife Β as Β if Β to Β prove Β a Β statement, Β although Β the Β way Β the Β knife Β bends Β a Β little Β makes Β it Β a Β pretty Β sad Β one. Β looking Β up Β at Β him, Β her Β own Β gaze Β steely, Β the Β girl Β continues, β what Β was Β done Β to Β you Β was Β wrong. Β i Β think Β that. Β others Β think Β that, Β too, Β but Β theyβre Β too Β afraid Β youβll Β kick Β their Β ribs Β in Β if Β they Β come Β near Β you. Β so Β here Β i Β am. β she Β lowers Β her Β cutlery, Β head Β tilting Β upwards Β confidently Β as Β her Β gaze Β remains Β focused Β on Β santos. β while Β iβm Β sure Β you Β donβt Β need Β anyone, Β and Β nor Β do Β i, Β it Β can Β be Β beneficial Β to Β be Β two Β rather Β than Β one Β in Β this Β place. Β i Β know Β that. Β iβm Β sure Β you Β know Β that. Β you Β get Β what Β iβm Β saying, Β ferreira? β Β she Β wants Β a Β partnership Β with Β him, Β thatβs Β what.
πππ πππππ πππβπ ππππππ πππβπ πππππΒ --- santosβll give her that. the skybox isnβt the kind of place you get through solo for very long, not with new gangs sprouting up daily for a piece of the proverbial - and limited - pie. itβs what had gotten him allied with the likes of basco in the first place: a sort of common-sense tactic that led them down this now-tainted path.
but for all that logic and reason, he doesnβt trust any of this --- neither her placation nor her offer of alliance. how can he after the last couple weeks? the cut on his faceΒ ( courtesy of his so-called best friendΒ )Β smarts at the sight of anyone else, and here she is, settled and offering platitudes he sees right through.
he meets her silent statement with one of his own; a pointed press of his tray away from him as if to punctuate his loss of appetite --- and a very limited intention to stay there any longer. she had better say her piece.
βi donβt get what youβre sayinβ, no ---β he spits, visibly unamused as his arms fold over his chest.Β βwhy the fuck do you think i even wantΒ toΒ βbe twoβ in the first place? whatβre youΒ gonna do for me?β
HE SETS OUT WHEN THE SUN'S JUST RISING; a detail that's of little note to him, but had been insisted on by the tavern traders when they'd heard his plan.
at its simplest, the voyage is a risk. santos is only a few weeks out of eight years of captivity and barely versed in the ground and its cities. but, that risk feels negligible against the thought of leaving venus, wherever she is, alone. thereβs a rage in him just thinking about it; searing his insides like bile until heβs at his witβs end.
perhaps it's why he's so withdrawn as he follows the marked path out of hinton; steely in a way thatβs unlike even him. he moves with a stilted purpose, so focused on this goal no one else can see, he doesnβt notice eris until heβs practically upon her. the realization, though, changes his demeanor very little; in fact, sheβs the last person he wants to see when heβs setting out for this.Β
he wonders if heβll be lucky enough to avoid her notice. // @lightlvssβ
location: hinton commercial sector, tavern.
timeline: shortly after cronos crash.
availability: open to all [ capping at 2-3 ].
ππ'π ππππππππππππ, ππππππ ---Β being on the ground. the crash had been terrifying, sure; the destruction harrowing and rebuild taxing. but there's something about the crisp of open air, the weight of solid earth that makes up for it. almost makes it worth it.
even if he hadn't been locked in the sky box for most of his life, there's only so much a finite space station can offer. the walls would have closed in on him sooner or later, perhaps growing the same darkness that tends to him now; but here, that's all a thing of a storied past. now, he's here, a world of unknowns ahead of him with the ability to go where he pleases and do what he wants.
today, that whim's brought him to the commercial sector. he's been there before in the early days, for things to help him, venus, and dawa settle in their new home. but today, he's there to explore. to understand, specifically, what goes on in that place teeming with bodies, most of whom can't seem to walk straight when they're done.
the concept isn't completely lost on him --- taverns and all that. but he's never experienced it himself, not with his formative years spent under lock and key. so when he ducks inside, it's with an intrigued, but cautious eye; a careful step until he's managed his way to the front of the bar (thank the stars for his absurd height) to say to no one in particular: "what's good here?"
πππππβπ π πππππππππ ππ πππ ππππ ππππ πππβπ ππ ππππ. hasnβt since the fight a week before thatβd put him in the infirmary for one day and solitary for a few more. and while santos imagines that the cut down the right side of his face could be the culprit, something about the painβs turgid quality tells him otherwise.Β
it feels like he could explode; like thereβs something gnawingΒ at his skull in a bid to escape. heβd found the days in confinement maddening - unable to sit still with his feelings of betrayal (and a muted self pity). but now, he almost wishes he could go back to that heady silence - the lunchroom is chaos, even from the corner he has to himself.
the guards had done well to keep his former friends in a separate period to avoid another brawl, but that doesnβt stop the other kids from whispering and staring; some from fear, others intrigue.
and apparently, it doesnβt stop one of them from crossing the room to join him despite every warning in his steely demeanor. at a glance, santos is unbothered; not even looking up when the greeting comes. but, the way his fingers tighten and shoulders square exposes his inner unease; a feeling that imbues itself in aΒ βgreetingβ of his own.
[ Β jacob elordi & Β 21 Β & Β cis male Β ] Β stars Β above, Β is Β that Β SANTOS Β FERREIRA Β of Β THE Β SKY Β PEOPLE ? Β i Β overheard Β people Β talking Β about Β them; Β they Β say Β that Β they're Β RESOURCEFUL Β but Β when Β their Β VINDICTIVE Β side Β rears Β its Β head Β things Β can Β get Β ugly. Β is that Β the Β case Β for Β all Β people Β who Β were a Β JUVENILE Β PRISONER ? Β i Β heard Β they Β can Β usually Β be Β found Β around Β HINTON. Β people Β who Β have Β run Β into Β them Β say Β that Β they Β remind Β them Β of Β BATTERED Β KNUCKLES Β AND Β BLOODY Β GRINS, Β but Β i Β wonder Β if Β we'll Β see Β if Β there's Β more Β to Β them Β than Β previously Β thought Β ? Β whatever Β the Β case, Β i Β know Β they Β have Β NEUTRAL Β feelings Β about Β the Β GROUNDERS.
ABOUT / tw: neglect, death mentions, blood mentions
find santosβ stats here.
born to a single mother who passed before he knew her, santos spends most of his childhood alone; isolated and unwanted in a cronos station orphanage.
at eleven, that all seems to change when a distant family friend appears from the woodwork and offers to become his guardian. they tell him that heβs going home, that he has a family now β and while his understanding of the word is shaky at best, the young boy is excited.
hopeful.
it doesnβt take long for that budding feeling to die.
though they call themselves his family, thereβs no warmth in that home, at least not for santos. heβs a source of labor, no more, no less - an extra set of hands to help her and her husband survive the harsh conditions.Β
that lack of love might have been painful for anyone else, but itβs nothing santos doesnβt already know. in fact, he starts to embrace it ; starts to wear the badge of an outsider with pride and make trouble everywhere he goes to stake a claim.
iβm here, it seems to say. even if you donβt want me to be.Β
as he grows older -- and more angry -- what starts as acting out turns into something sinister.Β heβs increasingly violent, a rage at the world that sparks at the drop of a hat, and with so little self control, itβs only a matter of time before he takes things too far.
these days, he can hardly remember what happened to land him in the skybox just shy of his fourteenth birthday; but whispers about it would follow him the whole way there, the blood of some stuck-up upper class kid still staining his cuffed hands.
and, though he imagines some part of being in juvie is meant to scare him straight, it has the opposite effect.
he thrivesΒ surrounded by kids as damaged as him, taking quickly to a particular group of boys who punch first and ask questions later - just the way he likes. together, they become the unspoken kings of their prison, the types that send fear through a room just by stepping in; and santos thinks maybe, just maybe heβs finally found where he belongs.
until they too abandon him, over one rumor or another, and the betrayal ends in a brawl that leaves him scarred and alone, once again.
since then, santos has virtually kept to himself, save for one dear (and unexpected) friendship; unwilling to trust anyone among a people whoβd made him a pariah from the day he was born.Β
perhaps thatβs why the crash doesnβt worry him as much as it had some others.Β
with the ground under his feet and the sky box behind him, this is all just a new beginning.
EXTRA TIDBITS
as you can probably guess, santos is not fond of his faction and left the primary settlement around cronos station as soon as he could post crash. heβs settled close to hinton, but has every intention of exploring other territories now that heβs free to move as he pleases; especially with venusβ disappearance.
a remnant of the work he did for his aunt, santos is well-versed in tech repair and can typically salvage ruined tech or even create something new out of it. as such, the machines that roam the ground fascinate him - theyβre a meld of his biggest interests (tech and power).
WANTED CONNECTIONSΒ
while being on the ground is a chance for a new beginning, that doesnβt mean itβs necessarily a better one. santos is still as rowdy as ever,Β which has gotten the attention of those in the hinton commercial areas he frequents. if your muse is the shady, underground type, i would love to have folks who pull santos into his old habits - fighting, the occasional crime, etc.Β
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