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1. What is one thing others might find intolerable about them?

uhhh he doesn't actively try to be a cunt to anyone ??? like all things considered he's actually pretty nice but um. idk is also kinda shy he doesn't rly know how to socialize properly....... so i guess some people would be put off by that??? n after a while of being a reaper like. he swears a lot is pretty violent etc, so there's that too

n then also idk. there are tiny things like.... oh you need something cutting??? here is my bLOODSTAINED WEREWOLF MADE DAGGER, THE ONION IS CHOPPED so that's not the best thing to happen in ur kitchen

2. Do they have any annoying quirks? If so, what are they?

uhhhh he does tend 2 be overly nice to ppl he's just met??? which is smtimes a lil heavy. so

n then again, there's the stuff about chopping onions or smth with daggers and..... ye

3. Name one or more of their bad habits.

his nails are literally like. constantly bitten they dont exist.... n mainly bc of that he has loads of lil tiny cuts on the ends of his fingers n it's like Ow so uh. that's fairly generic

but then there are sm other fun things like. idk. he tends to be Pretty Impulsive anyway and uh........... major things don't rly go wrong ??? him and siblings survive, amos is okay, etc, but still um. not the best habit

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; for satan numero uno - yeshua yahweh and elohim. v welcome

"- marry Yeshua, platonically, kill Elohim, -" a grimace, "- do the other. Thing."

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Send me three names + a number...

fuck, marry, kill

marry, cuddle, sleep with

fuck, take a bullet for, murder

adopt, be adopted by, marry

(TW!) be a slave to, be your slave, sell to a slave market

kill, betray, have on your zombie apocalypse team

seduce, steal from, serenade

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1. What is one thing others might find intolerable about them? 2. Do they have any annoying quirks? If so, what are they? 3. Name one or more of their bad habits. 4. Any addictions? (Food, sex, drugs/alcohol, shopping, power/control, etc.) 5. What is one thing they do that can negatively affect their relationship with friends? 6. Their romantic relationships? 7. What is the biggest mistake they’ve ever made? 8. What mistake(s) do they continue to make/have not learned from? 9. Name some of their major physical shortcomings. 10. Some of their emotional shortcomings? 11. What are their intellectual shortcomings? 12. At least one thing that they tend to overreact to. 13. In what ways might they be overly negative and/or pessimistic? 14. Is there anything they are too optimistic about? 15. How might they be ignorant or prejudiced? 16. Do they have any behaviors and/or beliefs that cannot be adequately justified? 17. When would they be too judgmental of someone or something? 18. Are they ever a pushover about something? If so, how? 19. Is there anything they refuse to budge on? What are they stubborn about? 20. What is a self-inflicted misery of theirs? (i.e. something they perpetuate themselves)

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She’s never liked these things. The young Duchess is put off from conversations, tonight; she’s on her tiptoes constantly, trying to spot her - Cory. Where was Cory? It was off putting. Having someone that possessed her mind. Shaking her head, Valefar moves around the room, trying to act casually.

She feels out of place, she always does at these events. Clutching a glass of champagne, Valefar sipped at it, putting on another fake smile as one of her father’s friends struck up a conversation with her. Rumours of her engagement to Proserpine were already floating round, and it was bothering her. She didn’t want to be married — not yet, at least.

Moving on, Valefar put down the now empty glass and sought out another. A voice in her ear distracted her. “Hmm?” She concentrated for a moment before it came back to her — what they said, at least. “Not really.” Valefar said, a polite smile gracing her face. “Would you be having fun if your father forced you here after announcing you’re arranged to be married?” She sounded bitter. She didn’t care, though. She wasn’t in the mood to care.

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That's some heavy shit, and she can only even attempt to deal with things like that from her friends. Not that she has more than ten that are that close. It's embarrassing trying to get herself together enough to be comforting, and they're the only ones she knows won't hold it against her. Not forever, at least.

"Well, I'd try." There's nothing better to do with your last nights of freedom, anyway. "Nothing wrong with pretending to, is there?" After she got married, there weren't many celebrations. Just being shown off. Then again, she could hardly complain about the lifestyle. "Try to! It's not like you'll have opportunities afterwards."

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Francis “so done with everyone’s bullshit” Valois

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Political functions are always more fun when Marian is there too, but Fenrir is just as good.

She'd be lying if she said she was here for the politics, but it's fun regardless. Hell has such a tendency to leave valuables around - not that she'd ever be able to sell them for anything, unless she bargained them off in another circle, but it's the principle of the thing. What she can take, she does. And it's fun.

Sidling up behind a demon - or something, but she can't be bothered to check - she reaches for another glass of whatever it is they have, grin sliding onto her face. They don't look particularly happy, she notices - but they do look pretty. Even if their dress is a little ridiculous.

If she's going to come to these things, she may as well enjoy herself.

"Having fun?" Raising her eyebrows at them, she smiles, tilts her head. Half the valuables in the room are tucked into the pouches on her belt, more in Fenrir's - she was running out of room and she needed somewhere to put them. "For one of the ones who threw this travesty, you'd think you'd be enjoying it more."

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There'd been ample opportunity for her to get out of this, so really, she supposes she only has herself to blame. It felt like an impossible choice, though, despite her father's constant reminders that it was only a possibility. She's never met Valefar - only heard of her, and her father before, but if it was something that might improve Hell, then she couldn't say no. What she wants rarely seems to matter to her anymore in the face of doing something.

It's not as if she's particularly averse anyway; more nervous. After Sariel, her single attempt at a relationship went as disastrously as it could - her fault, again. Even if this isn't anything to do with emotions, she's far too conscious of what she might be throwing away.

She tries to put it out of her mind. Meridit is - and always will be - a friend, maybe closer than that, but it doesn't matter anymore. And she wants to do this. Theoretically.

She's spared from dwelling on events from a millenium ago by the door opening, finally. Looking up from staring out at Pandemonium through a window, she lets her hands fall to her sides, suddenly realizing she doesn't know what to say. This is difficult; but it shouldn't be. She's been trained for things like this all her life.

"Duchess." Nodding to her, she turns around, falls short on what to say next - again. "- Valefar?" She's never actually seen her, or a picture, and it's difficult to tell if this is her or an ambassador. But by the way she's dressed, she'd guess the first. "You know who I am. It's -" a pause, "an honor."

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