Moira Montague

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d-cresswell‌:

Dirk didn’t even bother to read into the way she’d spoken, merely took up the conversation to see where else it might lead, it was never smart to judge at the beginning after all. “Oh they weren’t always like that.” he told her with a smile, “The Goblins have got many reasons to be less than cordial to us Wizards and Witches, over the centuries we’ve been pretty despicable towards them.” A lot of that bad-blood was still very much felt among their kind. “But, like with most people if you treat them with kindness and respect they’ll return it to you.” Plus, it made his job a great deal easier if he was simply nice to those that he worked with. Honestly, he still didn’t quite understand why some people felt the need to be so stand-offish much of the time.

“Me? Oh no,” he shook his head, “I work at the Goblin Liaison Office.” he told her, stretching a hand out, “My name’s Dirk Cresswell, it’s nice to meet you.” And he meant it, Dirk enjoying meeting and talking with different people since odds were he might learn something new or at least come away a little more informed for the experience. “Most of the ministry members who need to come here and deal with banking matters don’t actually speak a word of Gobbledegook.” he told her, “So I thought I’d likely get the job they needed done in half the time if I came myself. Save some other’s a little bit of work.” he added, “What about yourself? Here for banking business or just taking in the ally?”

“I am not sure about that.” She said carefully, of course she had been told since young age that the wizards and witches -pure bloods of course- were above any of these creatures and that the things the goblins claimed they did were not true and just their way to get things. of course she did knew it was a sensitive topic but one that she was pretty much sure that they were on the right. Still she wasn’t going to argue about that because in the end she didn’t care all too much about it, and she knew that she will more than likely not change the mind of anyone just as no one would change hers so it would be getting into a disagreement for no reason and why ruin a perfectly nice day? “That is very true, you can’t expect people to treat you nicely if you don’t give respect back after all.”

“Nice to meet you Dirk” She said taking his hand with a polite smile.  She gave a faint nod as he spoke, well that explained why he knew the tongue, though why of all things he would want to work with goblins she wasn’t sure. “Hm.. you’d think that if your job is to deal with them you’d try to learn at least something.” She couldn’t blame them all too much but well it seemed very lazy to her that they wouldn’t do something that involved their job even id unpleasant. “I was thinking of it yes... But you know those karts they use to take you to your vault? They always make me sick so I was really thinking about it.”

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I adore fairy stories. And I still have the wistful spirit of a child that listens wide-eyed to the marvellous tales told over and over during long winter evenings.

Renée Vivien, tr. by Jeanette H. Foster, from “A Woman Appeared To Me,”  (via shallowedinthesea)

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d-cresswell‌:

It was easier than ever now to give into fear, into anger, to take the simple solution out no matter who else it hurt. Dirk could understand that, fear was a powerful motivator, perhaps one of the most powerful, but kindness could be strong too and he clung to it fiercely, using it to motivate his actions and see him through the difficult days that lay ahead. 

They kept on coming, not stopping despite him wishing for a moment to catch his breath. There were duels to prepare for and meetings to set up, in this case he’d travelled from the Ministry to Gringotts to deal with some dispute over a deceased wizards estate. More often then not Wizards and Witches would complete the paperwork with as little involvement from the goblins as possible and he knew that would hardly see them growing any more cordial in their work.   

He’d taken it upon himself to head over, being seen quickly (he’d developed some rapport with the staff there in his brief time working at the ministry) and together they’d gone through some procedures that would cut the time in half. He’d need to bring this process forward to Mr. Mockridge when he saw him next, making it protocol could do their relationship with the Goblins favours and shorten a difficult process. 

The goblin, named Banrast, escorted him to the front doors of the bank and both exchanged goodbyes in Gobbledegook, the harsh, violent sounding language drawing a few looks. Dirk smiled at one such onlooker and explained, “I know it may sound a little harsh, but we were only saying goodbye.” a light laugh following his words. 

“I am aware of that...” She said softly, there was a small note of condescension in her tone, though it was in all honesty subconscious, she didn’t mean to be condescending, it was just something that happened, luckily in a very subtle way, and as far as she was concerned there hadn’t been any tone at all. The fact was that though she never talked to a goblin as if they were friends -the creatures were just above house elves according to her parents- she had been around them enough to know that they sounded harsh even when they were being polite, once she even heard a not so nice remark about it coming from her father. “I am surprised that he seemed so friendly to you though.” She said watching the goblin walk away.

Moira didn’t particularly cared for the creatures, at least house elves were nice and they did things happily, to Moira the goblins always appeared to be mean and conniving, truly dangerous and not the sort of creature you could trust at all.  There was no surprise to her that in her stories the goblins were always portrayed as villains. Now, the ones at Gringotts, were always nice to her...well as nice as they could be, because her family not only had one of the oldest vaults there but also one of the most filled and not just gallons but things that her father once told her were priceless but to her the interactions left her feeling unsettled. “Do you work at Gringotts?”   

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severedprince‌:

Severus headed down an alley behind one of the Diagon Alley shops, on his way towards one of the passages that led to Knockturn Alley. It was another day of scouring for ingredients and tracking down clients, so nothing terribly interesting, but the sooner he finished his business, the sooner he could meet up with… well, anyone who could fill him in on the goings-on at the funeral yesterday, as he’d had to duck out sooner than he would have wanted to. Before he could get too far down the alley, a voice from the corner stopped him. At the woman’s comment, he looked up and squinted - first at the mewling cat, and then at the vaguely familiar witch. 

“I don’t own a cat,” he told her. He paused, then added after a moment, his voice filled with even stronger annoyance. “It’s an animal with claws, it’s not like its helpless. It’s fine on its own.” He waved his hand to dismiss her concern about the tiny creature. 

“It’s a baby... All babies need protection.” She said simply, just because it had claws didn’t mean that it was ready to be on its own, as far as she knew there wasn’t an animal that didn’t need their mother for at least a little while “Even lions need their mothers to learn how to survive, having claws doesn’t mean much at this stage.” She didn’t suppose that he knew much about caring about small creatures though, he didn’t seem the type though as far she knew most men weren’t all too versed on that anyway. “Maybe you can adopt it, cats are nice pets I hear and less needy than other animals.”

[musingsofbanana]

“I found the most delicate boy, who steals looks when the thinks I don’t notice. And, oh, he’s going to ruin me. He really is. I already know it. He watches like he’s afraid to want me and I watch like I’m afraid to be wrong. I am cataloging every look, every sideways glance, every shy smile that has us both looking at our laps. My chest feels heavy. My hands are too warm to keep all to myself and I’m burning up. Like an ancient sun. And I want him. And it’s going to ruin me. I just know it.”

— mama, I think I figured out how wind makes rubble out of stone, by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)

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moodboard | hogwarts houses

hufflepuff

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marymcdcnald‌:

How have you been?

It’s not a question that should make hysterical laughter bubble up inside her chest, kept caged behind her teeth only by the tightest of grips. How have you been? The most innocent of questions — and so utterly, utterly absurd in the face of the last year and a half. Moira’s asking only out of well-meaning politeness, Mary is sure. They were never so close ( were they? Have the last 18 months bought changes to the relationship lost in the vague fracturing of her life? No, no Moira had said that they hadn’t seen each other since graduation. ) that an answer of too much substance wouldn’t bring the conversation to a screeching halt of awkwardness, even if Mary were so inclined to reveal it. No, secret school-girl crush aside, she and Moira had never been close enough for that. 

❝ Oh, you know me: quidditch, quidditch, quidditch… between the Magpies and English team it’s got me running. Or flying, I should say. ❞ She hopes her smile isn’t too brittle and occupies herself for a moment coaxing a rumbling purr out of the kitten with a scratch along the jaw. ❝ What about you? Besides the engagement. ❞  She wonders if congratulations had been the right word for the betrothal — was it right to congratulate someone on being sold like a sack of meat? Mary had always found the pureblood practice rather barbaric.  Besides, Carrow was a name of concern, one she rarely heard good things about; Moira had her prejudices but she wasn’t nasty. It seemed rather like throwing the lamb to the wolves. She hoped the girl would be okay.

❝ I’m dunno what Macaroni would make of me bringing home a new kitten, even a tiny bit like this one. But see — he’s got a collar. Maybe we should ask at the emporium if they know who they sold him too — or, little tart that he is, he might have pulled a runner. ❞

She smiled a bit more “Oh it’s true I did hear something about you making it to the team” She said nodding faintly, even with her small interest in Quidditch back at Hogwarts she was aware of who liked the sport and was on the team and really going to see matches when Hufflepuff played -or anyone she may have had a crush at the time as well- was fun enough, but now she was even more out of the loop on the subject than she ever was. But, yes she remembered now she heard something about Mary joining the Magpies and everything, she couldn’t quite place where or how she knew however, maybe she just read something in passing, maybe not fully registering everything until now. “Is great that you get to do what you loved all the time now huh?” She supposed that for those that had to work actually doing something that they truly liked was the a very important thing, she couldn’t imagine herself locked away at some dreary office, waking up early... no just no. 

Her smile grew more wide when Mary mentioned the engagement, she wasn’t even aware of the fact, it was just natural for her to do so when it was brought up, probably because how excited and happy she was about it. “Well honestly I feel the engagement is the most relevant thing that has been happening to me lately, there is still much to do.” She hoped that now that things were, normal? Fine?... Now that there wasn’t any issues... well she hoped that now she could really start planning the wedding with Amycus. Their families also seemed eager to get started. “You have a cat named Macaroni?” She asked coming back to the conversation “That’s really cute.” She commented before looking at the kitten and noticing the collar “Oh, I didn’t see that before... well whomever bought him should have been more careful.”

[friscalating]

Her voice in Greek was harsh and low and lovely.

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marymcdcnald‌:

The shopping trip was taking much longer than Mary had ever anticipated; necessity had finally driven her out of her apartment today, a need for supplies and food. She needed a new wand, too, rather urgently. The thought that all her protection right now rested on a piece of wood that was disinclined to listen to her left her with a tight, panicked, fluttery feel in her chest. That, if nothing else was almost enough to drive her back out into the world on its own; without a wand, what was to stop it happening again ( would it be so bad if it did? )? 

The train-ride down to London was soothing in its own way. After the first hour or so spent jumping at every noise, every splash of unexpected colour on the landscape, wincing at every squeal of the wheels, she found she became… a little inured to it, a little more attenuated to the levels. And it was peaceful, despite the noise, to be somewhere so very muggle ( odd, for one who had always been more comfortable in her adopted world, but among all the normality of the train the idea of death eater attacks seemed so far away, a false seeming that nonetheless allows her to breathe ). She’s grateful, for the respite, for the slow immersion back into the world, when she alights at Kings Cross and finds herself in the heavy rush of downtown London; overwhelming bustle, too many people, too much noise, too much —

                                      Too much.

She almost runs, then, almost risks apparating home with a tempermental wand, almost gets the food she needs for herself and Macaroni at a muggle supermarket instead. But then, for that she needs muggle money doesn’t she, and the only place for her to get it is Gringott’s… she firms her resolve. She’s always been a rip-the-bandaid-off-fast type of girl; this is no different she tells herself. It’s just a bigger bandaid. 

Still, she detours by the Quidditch store on her way to Ollivander’s, the smell of leather and wood and polish and the even rub of stitching along the edge of a new Quaffle is a normality of reassurance. She’s hardly expecting to be addressed as soon as she steps back out into Diagon Alley, and it takes her a moment to process who’s talking.

❝ Moira? ❞ She blinks, then glances down at the kitten in the girls arms, a hint of a smile unexpectedly appearing on her face as she holds a hand out for the little scrap of dark fur to sniff. ❝ No, he’s not mine. He’s a sweet little bit though, isn’t he? ❞

It took Moira a second to realise who she was talking to, at first she was actually confused as to why the person knew her name but after a second or two she recognised Mary. "Mary! how unexpected to run into you here,” She said with a small smile. Mary actually looked different from how she remembered her, true they were never close, in fact no one could call them friends but Mary had been a regular presence during her school years, they shared classes, a few friends in common, very few real conversations between them, but to Moira, Mary was a very interesting person because she was the one that made Moira start thinking muggleborns may not be totally bad, yes they’d never be as good as purebloods but, Mary wasn’t useless at magic, she was nice and the few conversations they got to have were fun. Not to mention, that Mary was very good at quidditch, the blonde never was all too fond of the sport but again she held the belief only purebloods were good at it and Mary had gone and shown her that they could be okay. 

In her years as a Hufflepuff she got to see muggleborns more closely than her peers in Slytherin,  and though again not as good or full of magic as purebloods they were okay, Mary had been the one that had showed it to her first though so she held an odd but special place in Moira’s life. “I don’t think i have seen you since graduation, how have you been?” Because as she looked at the other more closely, she became more convinced that she looked different, and not just in a ‘we grew up’ kind of way, there was something.. off, her eyes seemed to held something that Moira had never seen nor experienced before and maybe that was why she couldn’t place it. Oh, maybe she was sad because of Dumbledore’s passing, it had affected many or so she had heard. “He is isn’t he? He is very friendly for a stray cat.” She commented as she looked at the small animal and petted him. “He seems to like you, maybe you could adopt him? I’d do it but my mom doesn’t like cats.”

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elainediggory‌:

         “No worries, we get the extra benefit of a little information coming our way,” a smile was flashed the young woman’s way, gesturing to the chart in her hand, before quickly turning more serious as the blonde waved her coming in as something almost unnecessary. She knew that people’s experience with the medical world varied, and that so often what children were taught by their parents was carried with them even into adulthood. “Your health is never nothing – I recommend that all of my patients come in on a regular basis just for a check-up. So especially if you’re feeling pain, you should absolutely come see a doctor.” It didn’t matter how many other patients had come in today, that the numbers were reaching levels that Elaine knew they wouldn’t be able to manage without help, Elaine had promised herself that she wouldn’t let the realities of war compromise deeply ingrained beliefs she held about medicine and the need for people, especially women, to have a doctor whom they could confide in. “But can you tell me a little about the pain? How long have you consistently been getting them? And the remedy you’ve been taking – do you know what what the potion is?”

          A warm expression settled on Elaine’s features at the confession, the prospect of motherhood one that nowadays filled her with images of little Cedric rather than childhood memories best left forgotten. Some days, she still felt entirely out of her depth, but she knew how much having the little boy in her life had changed her. She’d grown, so much more than she’d thought herself capable, and her family was one of the rare areas of her life where she felt absolutely enamored and at ease. “If you’re planning on having children, I’d absolutely love to talk to you about preparations for that too. Motherhood is such a joy – I just had my son two years ago and I know having the support of healers at St. Mungos and friends was a cornerstone to me.” She didn’t mention how many young mothers she’d seen come in with bruises on their hips, how many came from pureblood families and were barely out of Hogwarts, how many she’d helped flee. It was a different future, one that she prayed wouldn’t befall the girl in front of her, but in the case that it did – Elaine knew the best way to see the signs and help someone seek aid was to hold their trust. “But it’s also difficult, you’ll go through a lot of changes and there’ll be a lot of unknowns, it’s helpful to have a healer you already trust to guide you through that journey.”

“I am usually very healthy, really.” She said moving to sit down again, she had always been like that since she was born, she rarely got sick and most of the time she was lucky to have avery good health it was just the menstrual pain the thing that truly got to her. “Hmm well pretty much since I started you know... my period and all.” She said quietly not totally comfortable talking about it but well Elaine was a doctor so she had to it. “About the potion, well it was actually the nurse at Hogwarts the one that gave it to me since the first time up until I graduated. I have it written in some notebook since I don’t remember it perfectly. It has helped mer pretty much all my life since now, but maybe the ingredients were not the best this time.” She had sent her house elf to a new store closer to her home and maybe this new place was just bad and she would never buy anything there again.

“You have a son?” She asked smiling a little more. Truth be told though she had always liked children and she had always known that she would have to have  them eventually it wasn’t until her engagement that she truly began to think about, all in an idealised way though she wasn’t aware of that. “Well, I may be getting a little carried away I first have to marry and everything but yes having a kid is something that will happen sooner or later. But I suppose is best to be prepared even if the time for it is still not close.”

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halfxtessa‌:

If there was one thing she loved about her job, it was that she never ran out of things to read— the Second-Hand Bookshop looked small at first glance, the face of their shop unassuming compared to the grand entrances of the newer stores around them, but a few steps past the display shelves laid a three-story high library of literature whose shelves lined every wall, burrow and corner available. They were all used, of course, but the collection of books gathered over the many years made it a treasure trove of genres. The only place not stacked with texts was the rickety old ladder used to reach particularly high books, which Tessa had a suspicion had been here since the shop was founded over a century ago. 

The witch that entered wasn’t someone Tessa had seen before, blonde hair matching her own, but she grinned politely at her words. “In that case, you’re in luck. We have more options to choose from than you’d think.” She tilted her head as she spoke, thinking through what they had in stock. “Any genre you’d prefer— fiction, history, genealogy… we even have a bit of muggle literature if you’re interested.” She picked up the copy of Pride and Prejudice beside her, setting it on the wooden desk between them.

“Oh I am very good with genealogy already, I wouldn’t want to read a whole book about it though.” Since she was of a decent age her parents, well mainly her father, had made a point for her to know all about her family’s history because it was proof if just how pure they were and also she had to learn about the other pureblood families. It was an important topic of course, and she did learned a lot but she had rather be reading about some princess being rescued from an evil step mother or maybe paint something than listen to how far back bloodlines went. She smiled when the girl talked about muggle books and got closer. “I have read some of those.” She admitted in a low voice, she supposed reading muggle books wasn’t too terrible and who was going to know anyway. “Well just fairy tales when I was younger but i must say I liked those more than some we have like the tale of the three brothers.” She had always found that one particularly unsettling, and she just wanted nicer things to read about anyway.

Carefully she picked up the book and looked it over “PrIde and Prejudice” She read out loud softly, the book on itself was lovely; the cover and the back cover were nicely designed though they didn’t really told her much about the plot. It was clearly been read a lot but she didn’t mind seeing signs of wear in books, it gave them character plus it showed that it had been read many times which was a good sign too. “What is it about?” She was pretty sure she had never heard of it even when in a house with many muggleborns and half bloods, then again she wasn’t paying attention to their conversations most of the time, but still she was pretty sure she had overheard many things and was probably more knowledge on some muggle things than many of her peers.

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♥ Location : Diagon Alley, London ♥ Date : 09 October 1979 ♥ Availability: open to all

Moira stepped out of the Leaky Cauldron and into Diagon Alley, which was surprisingly empty, though she wasn’t surprised, she could feel that there had been a change of how things felt in her world. Albus Dumbledore funeral had been yesterday and she still couldn’t believe that had happened. Moira had never minded the former Headmaster too much, well she respected him and she knew he was a very powerful wizard, no one could deny that honestly. But on her years at Hogwarts she just saw him as the Headmaster whom she barely spoke to and sometimes would say the oddest things. At least that had been her impression of him for the most part until she had grown and then she was vaguely aware of everything that was happening, yet Moira had never  fully been immersed on what was happening outside her nice, comfortable bubble. 

Even now, the news didn’t do anything to shaken her too much. It was sad he has dead as death was always sad, but she just naively supposed all was done now and things would calm down, all would be fine, And she had more pressing matters to think about, her wedding being the most important but at the moment she had to actually focus on why she was here for. She started to walk to Twilfitt and Tattings to pick up a dress when she heard a faint noise coming from a corner, deciding to investigate she found a small black kitten, smiling she softly picked the animal up noticing it had a collar she looked around “Excuse me.” She said to the nearest person, “Is this you cat?”

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elainediggory‌:

moira.

         Try as she might, there was always that distant twinge of apprehension that filled her gut whenever someone of so-called pure blood was added to her list of patients. Perhaps it was ingrained in her, the mark her father had left on her memories from the first ones she could remember, unable to be shaken no matter how much she’d grown since. But she was stronger now, had forged her own path and established a life so much better than the one she’d imagined as a child. Even if the world was being torn apart by war, there were embers of hope – sparks of rebellion, and she believed, truly held onto the notion that the world could change. She’d done it for so many women, given them the chance for escape, freedom – a new life. Little by little, they were all doing their part, and she could only hope that the little badger on the chart meant that this wouldn’t be an encounter that would leave her strained for the rest of her shift.

          The distantly familiar face that greeted her seemed untroubled, kind – a breath of fresh air when so often her patients seemed to face the brutal realities of the world too soon. It was a hard thing to witness, harder still when Elaine knew there was only so much she could do. The war had hardened them, just as it’d done for her, but it was good to be reminded of what life ought to be like. Perhaps, and only for a moment, life didn’t have to be a balancing act. “It’s always nice having a fellow ‘Puff in my ward.” The words came with a light smile, reaching out a hand in greeting and hoping that it wasn’t too informal of a gesture. “I’m Elaine – I believe I was a couple of years ahead of you at Hogwarts.” Taking a seat next to the woman, she shifted to fully direct her care towards her – eyes attentive for any sign of something being amiss. “What seems to be ailing you, Moira?”

Moira first got her period when she was thirteen, it happened at Hogwarts and since she had been the last of her friends to get it, which was nice because though her mother had told her it would happen she never went too deep into the topic. Actually the whole thing wasn’t something that was truly talked about at her home or even with most her friends, and really she understood why, it wasn’t something that you felt like talking about while having tea. But ever since then, every time it arrived she’d get horrible pain but usually it was gone soon enough with a very handy potion. So, she never really thought twice about it, they would come she’d take the potion and she’d move on.  Today she had been helping her mother with the organisation of a brunch they wanted to do by the end of the month. She was looking at the different options for the menu when the pain started and it was so intense she had to go lay down, she asked her house elf for her potion but it actually didn’t work as good as it usually did.

So once she felt a little better she decided to take a trip to St.Mungos, she had mixed feelings about the place, on one hand she disliked it because there where so many sick people there some that were stuck there for the rest of their lives probably and she truly felt sorry for them and in the other, it was inspiring to see the people that got better and the healers that made it happen had all her respect. After a few moments she was led to the healer’s office. Moira had barely sat down when the door opened again and she smiled at the woman that entered the room. “Oh hello..” She said standing and shaking her hand. Moira’s smile grew a little more when she heard that she was another Hufflepuff though at the same time she began to try and remember the woman. “Oh yes, sorry I do remember you. It’s nice to see you again.” She did remember her, a nice older student though Moira believed almost everyone in Hufflepuff were nice to some degree. She felt bad though, that she hadn’t recognised her right away or remembered her name until she had said it. “It’s really nothing. I just got very bad period pains and even my usual remedy didn’t exactly work” She explained. “And so I wanted to check, especially since maybe I’ll be having children in some time.” And she stopped herself from drifting to how cute any babies they had would be.

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TRAITS + DETAILS.

PLACE IN SOCIETY

♦ Financial : wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty.

♦ Medical : fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged.

♦ Class or Caste : upper / middle / working / slave / unsure.

♦ Education : qualified / unqualified / studying.

♦ Criminal Record : yes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has aided / committed

(major) crimes but not caught yet.

FAMILY

♦ Marital status : married - happily / married - unhappily / engaged or betrothed / partnered / single / divorced / separated / widowed or widower / verse dependent.

♦ Children : has a child or children / has no children / wants children.

♦ Relationship with Family : close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased.

♦ Affiliation : orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent(s).

TRAITS + TENDENCIES

♦ extroverted / introverted / in between.

♦ disorganized / organized / in between.

♦ close-minded / open-minded / in between.

♦ calm / anxious / in between.

♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between.

♦ cautious / reckless / in between.

♦ patient / impatient / in between.

♦ outspoken / reserved / in between.

♦ leader / follower / in between.

♦ empathetic / apathetic / in between.

♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

♦ traditional / modern / in between.

♦ hard-working / lazy / in between.

♦ cultured / uncultured / in between.

♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown.

♦ faithful / unfaithful / in between.

BELIEFS

♦ Faith : monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic / nontheistic.

♦ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

♦ Belief in an Afterlife : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

♦ Belief in Reincarnation : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

♦ Belief in Aliens : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

♦ Philosophical : yes / no.

SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION

♦ Sexuality : heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual / demisexual.

♦ Sex : sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable.

♦ Romance : romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable.

♦ Sexually : adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious.

♦ Potential Sexual Partners : male / female / agender / other / none / all.

♦ Potential Romantic Partners : male / female / agender / other / none / all.

ABILITIES

♦ Combat Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

♦ Literacy Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

♦ Artistic Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

♦ Technical Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

HABITS

♦ Drinking Alcohol : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

♦ Smoking : trying to quit / never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

♦ Other Narcotics : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

♦ Medicinal Drugs : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

♦ Indulgent Food : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

♦ Splurge Spending : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

♦ Gambling : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

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