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it was thef e a r that created the gorgon not the gorgon that created the fear

[mavrofidi]

^ picture of reule feeling guilty for not attending to her drafts here sooner but i will!! today is my last big exam before the winter break, so tonight / this weekend / for the next two weeks i will be much more active!! as it is i have 13 drafts to get to on rider -- which i will publish all at once, so i'm sorry in advance for the spam of terrible writing you'll have to endure. if you'd like to drop a thread that we have or start anew, however, feel free to inbox me!

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[mavrofidi]

22, 25 + 36 !!

22 • who are their friends? lovers? 'type' or 'ideal' partner?

rider would claim that she has no friends, though in her first time here she did make a few friendly acquaintances -- which, sadly, she no longer remembers.she doesn't have a type or ideal for herself, per say, because she's entirely given up on the notion of love. the ideal person for her, however, would be someone who's pure of heart and incredibly patient to not only help her deal with her own issues but to take lots of backlash in the process. oh, being physically fit would also help: rider's not exactly known to be gentle.

25 • what are their hobbies and interests?

need i say more?

36 • do they like to suffer? like to see other people suffer?

coughs well

rider is definitely a sadist and a masochist, though she's certainly more of the former. she's suffered so much in her past that watching someone else do the same is quite cathartic for her.

[mavrofidi]

harry potter fandom? ovo

have a miriel icon instead because she's the closest i can come to a harry potter icon right now orzbut! harry potter. i've actually rped the title character in the past, and he's been one of my absolute favorites (next to bill weasley). i used to be a big lucius girl until i realized just how fun it was to play abraxas (especially in marauders times when he could be excessively annoying to his one and only son).

[ask-sivir]

Send me a fandom and I'll tell you a character I'd roleplay from that fandom.

[painted-bees]

Character solidifying!

[mavrofidi]

Specify a character and leave a number in my ask, if you’re feeling so kind!

1. How does your character think of their father? What do they hate and love about him? What influence - literal or imagined - did the father have?

2. Their mother? How do they think of her? What do they hate? Love? What influence - literal or imagined - did the mother have?

3. Brothers, sisters? Who do they like? Why? What do they despise about their siblings?

4. What type of discipline was your character subjected to at home? Strict? Lenient?

5. Were they overprotected as a child? Sheltered?

6. Did they feel rejection or affection as a child?

7. What was the economic status of their family?

8. How does your character feel about religion?

9. What about political beliefs?

10. Is your character street-smart, book-smart, intelligent, intellectual, slow-witted?

11. How do they see themselves: as smart, as intelligent, uneducated?

12. How does their education and intelligence – or lack thereof - reflect in their speech pattern, vocabulary, and pronunciations?

13. Did they like school? Teachers? Schoolmates?

14. Were they involved at school? Sports? Clubs? Debate? Were they unconnected?

15. Did they graduate? High-School? College? Do they have a PHD? A GED?

16. What does your character do for a living? How do they see their profession? What do they like about it? Dislike?

17. Did they travel? Where? Why? When?

18. What did they find abroad, and what did they remember?

19. What were your character’s deepest disillusions? In life? What are they now?

20. What were the most deeply impressive political or social, national or international, events that they experienced?

21. What are your character’s manners like? What is their type of hero? Whom do they hate?

22. Who are their friends? Lovers? ‘Type’ or ‘ideal’ partner?

23. What do they want from a partner? What do they think and feel of sex?

24. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually?

25. What are their hobbies and interests?

26. What does your character’s home look like? Personal taste? Clothing? Hair? Appearance?

27. How do they relate to their appearance? How do they wear their clothing? Style? Quality?

28. Who is your character’s mate? How do they relate to him or her? How did they make their choice?

29. What is your character’s weaknesses? Hubris? Pride? Controlling?

30. Are they holding on to something in the past? Can he or she forgive?

31. Does your character have children? How do they feel about their parental role? About the children? How do the children relate?

32. How does your character react to stress situations? Defensively? Aggressively? Evasively?

33. Do they drink? Take drugs? What about their health? 

34. Does your character feel self-righteous? Revengeful? Contemptuous?

35. Do they always rationalize errors? How do they accept disasters and failures?

36. Do they like to suffer? Like to see other people suffering?

37. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories?

38. Are they basically negative when facing new things? Suspicious? Hostile? Scared? Enthusiastic?

39. What do they like to ridicule? What do they find stupid?

40. How is their sense of humor? Do they have one?

41. Is your character aware of who they are? Strengths? Weaknesses? Idiosyncrasies? Capable of self-irony?

42. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain?

43. Does your character have any secrets? If so, are they holding them back?

44. How badly do they want to obtain their life objectives? How do they pursue them?

45. Is your character pragmatic? Think first? Responsible? All action? A visionary? Passionate? Quixotic?

46. Is your character tall? Short? What about size? Weight? Posture? How do they feel about their physical body?

47. Do they want to project an image of a younger, older, more important person? Does they want to be visible or invisible?

48. How are your character’s gestures? Vigorous? Weak? Controlled? Compulsive? Energetic? Sluggish?

49. What about voice? Pitch? Strength? Tempo and rhythm of speech? Pronunciation? Accent?

50. What are the prevailing facial expressions? Sour? Cheerful? Dominating?

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Not once does his cheeky expression falter, even as his tone grows considerably darker, "I’ll catalogue your advice under ‘Things to Conveniently Forget When Most Needed’ and hope for the best." 

Dorian stifles a laugh. "That’s the sign of a shoddy assassin but an excellent mercenary. Looking to build a reputation as a sword-for-hire? That can’t be. I had you pegged for an oracle of sorts." He waves his hand about, drawing false arcane symbols in the air.

  "But in answer to your question, yes, I’ve seen many ambitious people pushed off their high horses. Sometimes literally. It’s the way of my people."

[mavrofidi]

     An oracle? Now he's truly gone daft.      Her grin matches his now. "Have magic and mercenary always been mutually exclusive in your experience?" A rogue mage selling his talents? The scandal! "But no, I have my Master, and that is one less worry I am thankful to have." It's always easier to fight when you have a righteous cause to fight for, and Rider can think of no greater justice than to protect a loved one.

      "A mere tumble from a beast can kill a man?" She muses with mixed curiosity and repulsion. "The ease with which humans can be ended never fails to astound."

[achilleian-deactivated20220524]

     Emeralds watch in quietude as this woman seems to contemplate silently, carmine tresses swaying with the tilt of her head. Thankfully, in the realm she hails, animals still exist amongst the Grimm. Lips turn upward once more in reception of the comparison with a slight nod.

     ❝ Exactly. Or even much like how birds attempt to fly from the nest with their parents overlooking their progress. ❞

[mavrofidi]

     "Kind parents, indeed." Rider muses aloud, followed by a brief but noticeable reaction that she had said slightly more than she had intended in those few words.       "Who would be the supervisor of your field trip? Are your guardians here?"

[vessalium]

                     “Nothing of the sort, actually! You simply                      have a certain air about you that constrasts                      with most others’. Call it intuition, if you must!”

♦ | | Only then do both corners of his lips upturn, chin rested atop a loose fist as a weak trace of laughter is offered in company of his own easy persona. ‘Intuition' proved a bit far fetched, for the deduction involved little gueswork. Only a distinct feeling.

                     “Though to come to that conclusion must                      mean you’ve encountered something of the                      sort in the past! Would you consider yourself                      a believer in magic?”

[mavrofidi]

     He seems almost too at ease, and it causes suspicions to stir in her mind. Such "genuine" happiness is hard to come by in this world -- Rider's learned this the hard way -- and so her brain immediately begins to conceive things he may be wishing to hide from her. A weakness, perhaps?              How d e l e c t a b l e.

     "It's easy to believe in something which you know to be true." She affirms with such conviction that even a secularist may begin to consider her viewpoint. When it comes to the few things of which Rider is certain, there is no force in heaven or earth that can sway her. "The prospect of magic seems to excite you, however. Have you never felt its sting?"

[numinal]

                 ”I’m takin’ it t you mean that things ain’t always                 what they seem?”        Glossed lips purse faintly, thoughtful, and she considers the woman before her a bit more curiously.                        “Can’t say as I ever have, no— but if you’re blind I                gotta say I’m impressed that you’re navigatin’ around                so well.”

[mavrofidi]

     Someone who catches on quickly: Rider's already decided that she likes this individual, in spite of how little they actually know of one another.      She manages a soft nod of her head and an even softer chuckle. "My physical blindness may only be a recent phenomenon, but I have been blind for far longer than I can remember."  The particularly potent breed of insanity she'd suffered on the shapeless isle would be enough to make anyone lose sight of who she truly is. "In any case, it is not a true sightlessness," she toys lightly with the edge of her mask, "handicaps are far more bearable when they are self-inflicted."      In any case, she chooses to leap from this subject.      "You speak with a strange tone. From where do you originate?"

[witchofancients-deactivated2015]

⌛—;;  “Perhaps so. If that is true, then are they not enchanted in some way? It is a peculiar contraption.”

[mavrofidi]

     A fair point. Rider muses on this before delivering -- "Hn. I sense no magic at work in their mechanisation ... mayhap some other forces are truly at work, then." But now her point of inquisition shifts from vehicles to vipers. "You, on the other hand, have strong magic at work within you."

[tragoid-deactivated20150101]

[♟] — “If even a single person in this damned city thinks Kotomine Kirei is a good person with your best interests in mind, don’t.”

[mavrofidi]

     "He may yet prove to be the least of your worries."       Another Servant? How queer -- she'd just been itching for some fun.

[canatim]

♔ » going down swingin' [closed/group.]

she didn’t fall with a crash or a bang, didn’t sail lithely to her feet to land with the grace of a pouncing feline, but as her world and her bed and her dreams dropped out beneath her and the floor went screaming away into the darkness she’d known would one day swallow her whole, she did the only thing she knew how, trusted her instincts, opened her dark eyes wide, and clawed at the air for purchase.

she’d never expected to find it, but her claws and blades had dug inches deep into porous rocks. and again, she found herself screeching, tumbling against the wall, claws and blades sparking against the friction, she fell like a comet’s tail, burning red against the darkness like the fireball she was, followed by the sound of eroding blades. it was not the light or the heat or the noise that disoriented her, nor the sudden loss of her sleep or her position that had shaken away her bearings, but the sudden envelopment into the embrace she’d been waiting for weeks to feel again.

she was tumbling into darkness, and upon that realization, she released herself from her hanging slide, and dove straight into a freefall. it was about time. it was a set of exposed incisors and full moon eyes that reflected the glow of ancient glyphs as they wove her way up her wrist, burned themselves into her skin, and it was her overwhelming sensation of exuberance that distracted her from her link to others in freefall.

nina took a slide against a wall at her back, found her footing moments later against the cold earth below, crossed and wiggled her toes against it with a grin. 

though something contrasted with her welling excitement, and it was taken in through narrowed eyes, a sense of confusion, wariness, a fear of the darkness, sensations that were all too foreign crawling just under the surface of her skin. she felt it then, the hair on the back of her hair bristling, standing at attention as she’d have once raised hackles and flashed blades at the sign of a threat. her nerves were suddenly stretched thin, and on this weak string, she treaded, attached to what pulsed at the other end, a dog on a lead.

just what … was it?

the insignia on the back of her palm burned once more, and with deft motions of working fingers that which covered it was removed, an invitation was left.

“ our lives are linked. whose lives? ”

again, dark eyes took in the shadows, and just as she’d adjusted to the darkness, she too found a link to the senses of others in the void. that chaotic smile cracked again. she didn’t do chains, but this would be fun.

“ so what happens if i murder you all right now? ”

spare-a-tercera

[chamoize]

Caught in the stillness of night again was the Hollow. She had only allowed herself time to blink before everything around her contorted and shot away, leaving her in an ocean of darkness. The assumption that letting her guard down for a fraction of a second brought on this turnout elicited hands feeling for her only line of defense with instinctual anticipation. Needless to say, if something happened to be threatening her, there wasn’t much she could do ward the enemy off. Doubts of this possibility began to settle in when the flooring seemed to deteriorate, however.

There was this sinking feeling, likely akin to fear. The misleading sensation of falling lingered before her feet finally surfaced and the more floaty feeling ceased. Lights were lowered more than the norm, and the air was eerie. The faint smell of blood somewhere in the distance put her on edge whilst hazel irises dilated frantically to adjust to her surroundings. There were two other figures, both she assumed were female. A bright red, faintly iridescent, etched around into messages before eventually stilling itself. However, it was admittedly hard to focus with the sharp screeching sound of metal striking and sliding through stone existing as all except white noise. Nelliel could ignore it no further, and her attention shifted in the offender’s direction. Another one who Nel would conclude shared their dilemma. The mere thought of her even trying to kill anyone here had already disgusted her. They were stuck together, and the likelihood of their survival was slim to none if things were already starting this way.

With a soft, patient sigh parting the woman’s lips, she dug around for an answer. The other appeared as if she’d have no problem or remorse for going through with her idea, but the Hollow would do everything in her power to stop that from happening. 

"You said it yourself— our lives are linked. What do you think would happen if even one of us died?” It was too obvious an answer for anyone to even utter, and in the silence, she’d continue on. "For that reason, I’d reconsider attacking anyone here." She was confident and hopeful enough that in realizing this, the idea wouldn’t even be humored any further.

The situation in her mind was processed well enough to know that full cooperation of each individual present was mandatory, and so she’d amble over to another member of their group to try and make friendly while they were all stuck together. Her hair was a lovely purple shade, though between the lethal looks of her and the woman she had just spoken to, she was unsure what to expect from this lot. Immediately taking note that her eyes were covered, Nel would speak on it. "I apologize for assuming, but are you blind? Do you need help navigating the area?" A gentle, welcoming smile from Nelliel was warm enough to be felt whether it was seen or not. "My name’s Nelliel."

@mavrofidi

[mavrofidi]

Surprising nonchalance - that's the response this Gorgon gives to the scene of events that had just unfolded. Being dragged from her own, relatively peaceful routine is, sadly, not something with which Rider is altogether unfamiliar with. She's been pulled out of the deep slumber of death, a rousing which she met with equally as little resistance and fanfare. Even her initial entrance into this "Hive City" had been more jarring. But this? In a strange way, she feels familiarity here. The smells touch her nose with knowing, and the echoes of her steps sound as they had once in the distant past. The cage of modernity had been upon her for so long that she had almost forgotten what this had felt like -- what home had felt like. Well, perhaps not her home exactly, but certainly a version of it with which she could relate. Yet there is something pointedly different about this trip down memory lane. It pools on the back of her hand, a sharp prickling in her flesh which urges her to follow the red string road to its culmination. She does this with equal parts curiosity and trepidation as more familiar comfort seeps its way into her mind: this is the first time she's felt at all like in the Grail War, pushed towards a singular purpose by her bond with other, unknown individuals. Perhaps, by some twist of fate, Sakura would be there? Disappointment is well-concealed in her features as the irritation on her hand begins to soothe, apparently marking the fact that she's found her newfound comrades. The only evidence of it is a light droop in her shoulders at three unfamiliar scents, none of them her beloved Master. But still all three are female, a fact which only eggs on her intent to solve this mystery.

A kind voice cuts through the air and Rider's head makes a sharp turn towards its source. She returns not the smile, but an equally as unthreatening tone is used for this unknown female. "Your assumption is not incorrect," she begins, "however, my other senses more than account for my lack of sight." Reply sufficient: not revealing too much, but still answering. Direct and to the point - much like the rest of Medusa's personality. Introductions were in order. "You may call me Rider. Where we are and why we are here, I do not know. Yet I feel as though I have been here before ... not here, in this exact place, but the smells here are not so foreign to me, save for the three of you." Strange, feeling as though she understands more of this world than of the companions she's been given. There is one woman who has yet to speak from their little quartet, and Rider's head easily turns to find her location. There's strange power swirling around this one, and the Servant's interest remains fixed on her in intrigue. "-- What is it you can do that gives you such an odd aura?"

baugris

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mavrofidi

[wizardshope-blog]

How strange. Koyomi just could not put her finger on it. When she had been on her way to familiarize herself with the area, she had come across someone that caught her eye and halted her steps. At first she was shocked, ‘a phantom!?,’ she had thought,  but that was not the case? Unable to keep her curiosity to herself, and believing that with her driver and the tale that people were restricted in terms of ability, she went to ask them herself.

"You’re not a Phantom… what are you?" 

[mavrofidi]

     "Your initial assessment is not entirely incorrect." Rider chimes with relative ease and nonchalance - after one's been dead for nearly two millennia, one's questionable status upon this Earth no longer seems much of an issue. "If by 'Phantom' you mean one who is dead but not yet entirely passed, the former is true. But I am a spirit brought back to physical form through high magic, as a Servant to one in this world."      An overly grandiose way of saying "familiar," in all honesty.      Her head leans to the side. "Are you able to sense the dead?"

[achilleian-deactivated20220524]

     ❝ I suppose, now that I think about it. Though… while it’s a trip, it’s not to an actual field, ❞ she explains, greeting this newly approached face with an amiable smile. ❝ Students take them for educational purposes and training exercises. It’s the perfect way to learn with a hands on approach. ❞

[mavrofidi]

     Silent contemplation seems the order of today's business until -      "Like when mother lions encourage their cubs to hunt on their own?" Leave it to Rider to find animal comparisons easier to comprehend.

[stardustfall-deactivated2014113]

“I sense a strong source of magic nearby. To the left.”

[stardustfall-deactivated2014113]

     A woman’s voice chimed from around the child’s neck suddenly, mechanical and emotionless. It wasn’t Nanoha, of course, but rather her magical device, Raising Heart, in standby form. 

Nanoha’s head turned in the specified direction, noting a beautiful woman with hair of orchid sitting upon a park bench. It wasn’t that woman, was it? It wasn’t that far-fetched, though. the Wolkenritter were eventually living magical programs, after all. Still, she had no other leads regarding this place, so the child approached.

She didn’t appear wary or scared, but that was because she wasn’t. Talking to a stranger was nothing compared to the trials she’d undergone. “Excuse me! I was wondering, but… Are you magical, somehow?" Gosh, she hoped she didn’t seem too forward.

[mavrofidi]

     A child.      It wasn't too often that Rider took the outside world without concrete motivation: her adventures in the world around her tended to have a decisive end in mind, whether it be seeking out a specific individual or fuelling her own carnivorous needs. Without such destinations to guide her, the ancient beast would rather be found at her home - generally with a book in hand. On this day, however, the atmosphere of her usual confines had grown rather unbearable, hence the deviant behaviour.      Until, of course, a young girl had decided to approach her. Now, she finds her trademark anxiety at social situations beginning to stir.      She gives a light nod and a firm "yes" to the other female's query. While Rider hasn't been in this city for long, the idea of another being able to sense her non-human origins doesn't seem to faze her.

     "-- And being able to sense such things, I assume you are not altogether unfamiliar with the magical world as well."