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mumu blog for @dracoregnitm. dni if not in the rp. 𝐄𝐘𝐃𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆, 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐰𝐲𝐧𝐝. the lonely light never dies for it is the beacon that guides madmen home.

introduction. starters. threads. ask meme answers. self-para. visage.

𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄, 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐫 only in the tor does quill stand sharper than sword.

introduction. starters. threads. ask meme answers. self-para. visage.

adored by bri (she/her)

[midnightrings]

Endless gifs of Edwina Sharma - 5/∞

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𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄, 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐫. sunlight spilling across marble mosaic, the scent of lemon blossom in an open courtyard, the shimmer of green silk on deep skin, a quill poised over parchment still damp with ink, laughter and dornish red in equal measure, whispers carried over the sea breeze from the tor to king's landing, a poised smile concealing calculations, a letter carefully folded and perfumed before it's sealed with green-and-gold wax, a shadow moving beneath the sunlight, the art of saying everything and nothing at once, the whispered promise of a lover in your ear, honeyed fruit on silver platters, sunsets painting the tor in molten gold, kisses tasting of pomegranate...

{ charithra chandran + twenty-five + cis woman + she/her } welcome to westeros DAENYRA of JORDAYNE + THE TOR! it is quite well known that they are DIPLOMATIC and CHARMING, though behind closed doors the people whisper that they are also MANIPULATIVE and OPPORTUNISTIC. whenever i think of them, i am reminded of courtly games under lemon trees, lips tasting of pomegranate and promise, letters embellished with perfume and sealed with green-and-gold wax. may they prove their worth in the game of thrones.

☽  001.    𝘔𝘈𝘌𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙'𝘚 𝘙𝘌𝘊𝘖𝘙𝘋𝘚  .

FULL  NAME        daenyra jordayne         TITLE(S)       lady of the tor        EPITHET        daenyra silktongue, daenyra the clever, the golden quill       AGE        twenty-five        BIRTHDATE        the  seventeenth  day  of  the  sixth  moon         GENDER  &  PRONOUNS        cis  woman,  she/her        ORIENTATION        bisexual, biromantic        RELIGION        the  faith of the seven         LANGUAGES  SPOKEN        the  common  tongue (dornish dialect)        ALLEGIANCE        house  jordayne, the crown (publicly)

FATHER       ruling lord ryon jordayne         MOTHER       lady aliandra jordayne née manwoody        SIBLINGS        tba jordayne (open), trystane jordayne          MARITAL  STATUS        unmarried,  unbetrothed (by choice, not by lack of offers)        RELATIVES        tba jordayne(s)

ABILITIES        deft strategist and diplomat, often sitting in on her father's council next to her older sibling. the two are encouraged to share and perfect their strategic knowledge under the watchful eye of their father. an accomplished writer, she is trained in courtly politics and trade negotiations, known to be incredibly persuasive yet subtle. generally highly literate, enjoys reading and writing, composes poetry under an artist's pseudonym    MORAL  ALIGNMENT        chaotic neutral leaning true neutral        POSITIVES        diplomatic, charming, perceptive, eloquent        NEGATIVE        manipulative, opportunistic, secretive, prideful         PASS  TIMES        penning letters and poetry, studying the histories and accounts of nymeria, collecting foreign perfumes and silks, playing cyvasse, tending to the lemon trees in the courtyard, going swimming, corresponding with distant lords and ladies, 'taste testing' dornish reds, celebrating life by dancing, stargazing, eating fruits by the sea, kissing       CHARACTER  INSPIRATIONS        petyr baelish (asoiaf), arianne martell (asoiaf), olenna tyrell (asoiaf)

HEIGHT        5  foot  3,  160  cm         BUILD        slender         HAIR        dark and often worn up, adorned by jeweled pins, pearls, or flowers         EYES        deep brown         WARDROBE        flowing silks of green, gold, and pink, scented with citrus and myrrh. the fabrics are especially imported from lys. favors eye-catching jewelry         FACECLAIM      charithra chandran

☽   002.    𝘉𝘈𝘙𝘋'𝘚 𝘛𝘈𝘓𝘌𝘚  . tw. just general scheming

lady daenyra jordayne was born on a day as breath-stealing as she considers herself to be. the second child of lord ryon and lady aliandra came into the world beneath the scorching dornish sun, much to the pleasure of those in the castle. she entered the world screaming, announcing her arrival to anyone willing to listen. the maesters at the tor were stunned by the babe who kept flailing until she was placed onto her mother's chest.

from her earliest days, it was evident the young jordayne preferred the spotlight. she would burst into the middle of her father's council, singing songs and performing dances for coin, which they begrudgingly gave her. only after her father had reluctantly told her "dany, sweet child, that is enough." for the fourth time, would she leave, with a beaming smile on her face.

she was a charmer. where her elder sibling inherited the responsibilities of rule, daenyra inherited the subtler craft of influence. her mother ensured she was educated in diplomacy, courtesy, and rhetoric, while her father taught her the importance of alliances. in the candlelit halls of the tor, she learned that power is not always seized by fire and blood, but written in ink.

as a teen, she corresponded with septas, maesters, and scholars from sunspear to oldtown, charming them into sharing manuscripts and secrets alike. by her sixteenth name day, her letters were rumored to sway the tone of trade negotiations far beyond dorne. how else could the jordaynes manage such a favorable deal on silk with the lysenis?

in public, daenyra is warmth incarnate... all smiles, honeyed words, and careful touches. in private, she is a true jordayne... calculating, composed, and quietly ambitious. it is whispered she keeps a locked chest deep in the tor, filled with letters, some sealed some sent, that could change the fortune of half a dozen houses. whether the rumor is true remains up in the air. just remember one thing: don't say too much to daenyra jordayne, and don't say too little, she will know.

for it is house jordayne that understand that history remembers the words of those who write it first. thus, let it be written!

☽   003.    𝘒𝘐𝘚𝘚𝘌𝘋 𝘉𝘠 𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘊𝘏𝘔𝘌𝘕𝘛 . 

overview of (potential) wanted connections. always open to plot & discuss !

familial: older jordayne sibling, house manwoody kin

platonic: correspondents, fellow diplomats, scholars, courtiers, ladies-in-waiting, childhood companions from other dornish houses (perhaps stormlands)

antagonistic: rivals in courtly politics, lords and ladies she’s trying to outmaneuver, former allies turned wary after the rebellion

romantic: past lovers and brief affairs, kisses under the lemon tree, politically beneficial suitors, perhaps suitors she has turned down

other: scribes, poets, couriers, merchants of perfume and parchment, anyone caught in her web

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📖 for our characters to read together (lyanna)

northern culture had always fascinated eydis, and now, she sat beneath a weirwood tree in winterfell. sacred, they were, she had been informed by her friend. a book with yellow paged was perched on her lap, containing tales of old, sailors fighting krakens and coming out victorious, yet she couldn't help but feel humbled in the shadow of the tree. "is it true the old gods watch you through these trees?" she asked softly, cautiously but undeniably curious. "they are very beautiful."

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🌊 for our characters to go swimming together from Raela

"come, my lady!" eydis exclaimed as she entered the water, her pale skin flushing red. "the cold cannot bite you, i swear to the drowned god." winter was the loveliest time to swim, the time where one would feel most alive. a pleasant shiver ran through her body as she dove under, the sea water outside lonely light stinging her eyes slightly. as she came up, there was something in her hands. "i dove up a shell for you, come!" she continued to coax her. "ah, there you are. you're very brave, my lady. half the men i know wouldn't dare enter these waters."

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🎻 VIOLIN — does your oc play any instruments? what is their skill level (beginner/intermediate/advanced/virtuoso/etc)?

eydis has long tried to master the harp, however found it too difficult due to her genuine struggle with commanding the string instrument. she has never left the beginner category. as for her instrument of choice, it is her voice. she sings, hums, and whistles with great pleasure, often emulating the sounds of creatures of the deep or getting carried away with old ironborn sea hymns.

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i will not fight you. (Rickard to Eydis in the bathhouse)

the sound of his voice gave her pause, her head turning slightly to look at him. "fight me, my lord?" she repeated, ensuring she heard him correctly. "for what did i do? have i offended you?" a grown man, speaking words of violence, or rather, claiming he would not hurt her, played games with her mind. why would he feel the need to clarify? "it was lovely seeing you, my lord..." she mumbled before turning on her heels and scurrying away. what a very peculiar thing to say.

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✮ = stargazing. (Floris and Eydis)

the grass beneath her body had grown cold, yet her eyes remained steadfast on the sky. in that moment, eydis realized, she had never looked up much. she had always looked beyond, beyond the sea, beyond the horizon. "i must confess," she whispered to floris, a hint of rosiness on her cheeks, "i know little of these constellations. please don't find me foolish, i am learning." her curious gaze continued until she found something she recognized, her arm shooting out to point at the sky. "look, my lady, it is the moon!" she exclaimed proudly. ah, she knew that one.

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🛥️ (from lucas) (boat time !)

🛥️ for our characters to go on a cruise together a pleasure vessel, they had called it. eydis and lucas stood in the harbor of lannisport, overlooking what could be described as a huge, pompous thing. the very notion made eydis giggle. what sort of pleasure could be found on such an ugly ship? she didn't judge a book by its cover, usually, but it didn't even have a figurehead! how very tasteless. she turned to look at her companion, always in higher spirits around him, and asked softly, "well, what do you think? do you reckon they'll have arbor gold aboard?" a few steps closer on the dock, her cloak rustling behind her before she turned with a bright smile, holding her hands up in the direction of the boat. "i think we are going to be in our cups the entire journey! isn't that marvelous? endless tranquillity among the beautiful seas."

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Sender brushes/braids Receiver's hair. [which muse is your choice]

& lysara karstark gentle strokes of the comb soothed eydis' wary mind. a silence had overcome the two as she sat between the other woman's legs, facing away from her. "i hadn't expected you to be so gentle, my lady." she confessed, voice barely above a whisper. she could hardly tell her how unburdened it made her feel, a small moment where she yearned for sisterhood despite not having one of her own.

[madeleineengland]

Katia's kokoshnik (Vikings)

[beastologist]

Were we really? And, what happened to us? ↪ Vikings 6.05 “The Key”

[cyberstole]

𝒜 𝒟𝐎𝐖𝐑𝐘 𝒪𝐅 𝐵𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐛𝐲 𝐬.𝐭. 𝐠𝐢𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐧

a series of dialogue prompts from the 2021 dracula re-telling.  feel free to change pronouns as you see fit ! cw; gore, sexual themes, emotional abuse, & toxic relationships

❛ i never dreamed it would end like this. ❜ 

❛ there is no horror left in this world that can surprise me. ❜

❛ eventually, even your death becomes its own sort of inevitability. ❜

❛ i was so happy to be your marionette, at first. ❜

❛ am i sick to still think on you softly, even after all the blood and broken promises? ❜

❛ this is my last love letter to you, though some would call it a confession. ❜

❛ war is never valiant, only crude and hideous. ❜

❛ good. when life fails you, spite will not. ❜

❛ i will raise you out of the dirt and into queenship. and, i will give you your vengeance. ❜

❛ i wanted to break them, even more slowly and painfully than they had broken me, leave them bleeding out and begging for mercy. ❜

❛ water your mother’s flowers with their blood. ❜

❛ in this world, you are what i say you are, and i say you are a ghost. ❜

❛ bloodlust brings on a delirium that’s difficult to describe. ❜

❛ i have loved you too long to imagine you do anything without an ulterior motive. ❜

❛ i’ve never been looked at before. like that. ❜

❛ what is more lovely, after all, than a monster undone with want? ❜

❛ i was your little mouse, kept in a gilded cage until it was time for the cat to play. ❜

❛ i knew nothing except the strength of your arms and the scent of your hair. ❜

❛ your priest’s bedtime stories cannot account for us. ❜

❛ to know oneself, one’s limits and abilities, is its own power. ❜

❛ i was alone, and i was scared. i had no home left to speak of. ❜

❛ and god, how i adored you. it went beyond love, beyond devotion. ❜

❛ i wanted to dash myself against your rocks like a wave, to obliterate my old self and see what rose shining and new from the sea foam. ❜

❛ you turned a strong-minded girl into a pulsing wound of need. ❜

❛ what would you have me do, as ruler? ❜

❛ are you sure you aren’t a holy man come to lecture me on the sins of excess? ❜

❛ i was well-acquainted with violence by then. ❜

❛ but I had never outgrown my thirst for vengeance. ❜

❛ in my mind, i was god’s lovely angel of judgement, come to unsheathe the sword of divine wrath against those who truly deserved it. ❜

❛ you mocked my lofty aspirations, cynical as ever. ❜

❛ when will you give up this ridiculous crusade? ❜

❛ there was a darkness in your eyes and a tightness to your mouth i hadn’t noticed before—or perhaps hadn’t wanted to. ❜

❛ i would never leave you, my love. not for the entirety of my second life. ❜

❛ you seemed to me a fire burning in the woods. i was drawn in by your enticing, smoky darkness, a darkness that still stirs memories of safety, of autumn, of home. ❜

❛ it was like grasping at a flame. i never penetrated to the burning heart of you, only came away with empty, scorched fingers. ❜

❛ whenever we were apart, you left your essence caught in my hair, in my clothes. i scented the taste of it on the wind, I shivered and ached for it. ❜

❛ i was happy to spend countless lifetimes chasing the warmth coming off you, even though the haze was clouding my vision. ❜

❛ my piety was a sporadic, half-feral thing, sometimes lashing out at god with teeth bared, other times nuzzling against his loving providence like a kitten. ❜

❛ i felt my heart tumble down through my ribs and hit the ground. ❜

❛ it tortured me, how perfect you looked. i wanted to pull you behind the carriage and drain you dry. ❜

❛ i wanted to crawl between whatever was blossoming between the two of you and live there. ❜

❛ you’ve found cruelty to be an effective tool. ❜

❛ do you want her for your own? ❜

❛ ours is a solitary existence. it would be good for you to have a friend. ❜

❛ it’s as easy as breathing. one foot and then the other. and don’t overthink it. ❜

❛ you must never overthink any good and pleasurable thing. ❜

❛ you must sit with me tonight at dinner. i must have you close. i want us to be the best of friends. ❜

❛ i think i shall never marry, my lord. i will simply take lovers and never let any man shackle me with wedding vows. ❜

❛ am i to be bidden to my own bed like a dog invited to beg at the master’s table? ❜

❛ desire makes idiots of all of us. but you already knew that part, didn’t you? ❜

❛ there was an uncontrollable fire in you that was hard to look away from, much less resist. ❜

❛ all vampires find some way to stave off the monotony of an endless life, with hedonism or asceticism or a rotating door of lovers. ❜

❛ i’m talking about us, you and i. let’s be honest with each other, for once. ❜

❛ love was no girlhood game. it was an iron yoke, forged in fire and heavy to wear. ❜

❛ laying with you made me feel so vibrantly alive. it was almost enough to make me forget that i was already dead. ❜

❛ this is about your obsession with justice, isn’t it? ❜

❛ i was suspicious, and even more dangerously, i was curious. ❜

❛ i was the love that started it all, wasn’t i? ❜

❛ it has been a long time since i have felt clean. ❜

❛ like christ, i had become intimately acquainted with violence and the sins of the world, but i had not come away unblemished. ❜

❛ but it was not god who spoke.it was you. ❜

❛ you could have kissed me or slit my throat and either would have made as much sense. ❜

❛ i don’t know what I had been thinking, supposing i was strong enough to leave. ❜

❛ you made it into an art form, this quiet sort of violence. ❜

❛ i want to live. but i want to live in the world, not on the outskirts of it. ❜

❛ love is violence, my darling, it is a thunderstorm that tears apart your world. ❜

❛ love makes monsters of us, [ name ] and not everyone is cut out for monstrosity. ❜

❛ [ name], our sunlight, our destroyer. my prince cast in marble and gold. ❜

❛ he was as inevitable as a revolution, and heralded in just as much violence. ❜

❛ potential. you always loved that word. you were drawn to potential like a shark to blood. ❜

❛ look around you. what sort of life is this? ❜

❛ i craved you like maidens crave the grave, the way death burns for human touch: inconsolably, unrelentingly, aching for the annihilation in your kiss. ❜

❛ i still wanted to believe I was living in a fairy tale, that i laid down every night with a prince instead of a wolf. ❜

❛ before your time dear, just some dreadful victorians. ❜

❛ it took every ounce of self-control i had not to pin him down and tear out his throat. ❜

❛ the world has no place for us, we are wanderers by nature, lions among lambs. ❜

❛ we cannot exist only for each other. ❜

❛ i had never allowed myself to want this because i assumed it wasn’t a possibility. ❜

❛ i love you. look at me, [ name ], my jewel, my wife. i love you. don’t do this. ❜

❛ i was tired of waiting expectantly at your tomb every night for you to rise and bring light into my world once again. ❜

❛ i made you into my private christ, supplicated with my own dark devotions. nothing existed beyond the range of your exacting gaze, not even me. ❜

❛ i apologize if you were expecting contrition, my lord. i don’t have any to muster. ❜

❛ here's your demon, do what you will with him. ❜

❛ i think, someday, i would like to fall in love again. ❜

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💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

💤 SLEEPING SIGN — is your oc a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper? how are their sleeping habits?

💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know. eydis loves woodworking! she crafts pieces of driftwood that wash ashore into small whales and birds. they're scattered across her bedchamber's windowsills and on shelves in her bookcases. some are painted, some still raw. she started doing it as a child to combat her creative urges. her greatest fear is forgetting her father's voice. since his passing, she's taken to repeating his sayings and oddities out loud while alone. small things, like "mind the current". not quite prayer, not quite comfort, but it helps ease her mind. she can't whistle. a cruel jest in her younger years, "what sailor's daughter can't call the wind?!", much to the amusement of the crew of the farwynd's ships. instead, she hums old ironborn hymns. and when alone, after having successfully warged, she sings the tunes of the beasts of the deep.

💤 SLEEPING SIGN — is your oc a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper? how are their sleeping habits? eydis is an extremely light sleeper, the kind whose rest is easily broken by the shift of a floorboard of the creak of a window. growing up on lonely light taught her to wake with the tides and weather, lots of noise meant storms, which, in turn, meant danger. sleep is a luxury to her, oft partaking in a few naps a day to stay healthy.

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🪢

[ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ?

a broken promise weighted heavy upon her mind. she had not meant to break it, she never did. her father's last voyage was meant to be short, only a week's sail north to chart the mists beyond the horizon. "i'll be here when you return." she had promised him, her hand on his arm, blue eyes fixed to the sea. but the winds turned foul, the lighthouse flame needed tending. there had been no farewell when the waves took him and his crew. their ship, the beacon of their fleet, the last light, was lost. the promise broke herself in her absence. sometimes, when the tide is low and the whales breach close to shore, she thinks he forgave her. other nights, she felt the weight of her promise pressing against her ribs. the sea kept its debts, even those made in love.

[goosesource]

🪶 — #LOVE LANGUAGES: rp prompts inspired by various types of love languages *Can be altered to suit both platonic and romantic contexts!

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION

"I love you."

"I'm so proud of you."

"I'm glad I met you."

"You look amazing today."

"You make me a better person."

"I love spending time with you."

"I adore how clever you are."

"You mean a lot to me."

"You're my favorite person."

"You make me the happiest person alive."

QUALITY TIME

📖 for our characters to read together

💃🏻 for our characters to go dancing together

🌊 for our characters to go swimming together

🐕 for our characters to walk a dog together

🍽️ for our characters to share a meal

🩹 for our characters to help tend to one another's wounds

🤒 for one character to tend to the other, sick character

🛥️ for our characters to go on a cruise together

🚗 for our characters to go on a drive together

🎥 for our characters to see a movie together

ACTS OF SERVICE

add +reverse to reverse the action!

Sender makes Receiver tea/coffee.

Sender washes Receiver's dishes.

Sender helps Receiver fold their laundry.

Sender cooks a meal for Receiver.

Sender brushes/braids Receiver's hair.

Sender helps Receiver take a bath.

Sender gives Receiver a shoulder massage.

Sender sweeps the floors and cleans the counters for Receiver.

Sender feeds a pet or takes a pet on a walk for Receiver.

Sender gives Receiver a ride home/drives them both home.

GIFT GIVING

add +reverse to reverse the action!

Sender gives Receiver flowers.

Sender gives Receiver cookies/a sweet treat.

Sender gives Receiver a hot drink.

Sender gives Receiver a new jacket.

Sender gives Receiver a new hair brush.

Sender gives Receiver movie or concert tickets.

Sender gives Receiver new clothes.

Sender gives Receiver a new painting/wall decor.

Sender gives Receiver a new blanket/pillow.

Sender gives Receiver a homemade gift.

PHYSICAL TOUCH

🤗 for our characters to hug

🫶for our characters to hold hands

🪑 for our characters to sit close to one another

🛋️ for our characters to cuddle

🪮 for our characters to play with one another's hair

🤕 for our characters to trace one another's scars

🦵for one character to rest a hand on the other's knee

🧍 for one character to rest their head on the other's shoulder

💆for our characters to give one another massages

💋 for our characters to kiss

[noahsresources]

DETAILS ABOUT OCS !

send an emoji/description of emoji to learn more about a writer's oc! many of these are taken from my munday asks meme, because i thought it would be fun to make a version for characters too! the prompts are categorized by emoji type and given descriptions in case anyone can't see the symbols. can be used for roleplayers and any general writers alike! for roleplayers, these can also be used for your interpretations of canon characters if you so desire as well!

𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒. 💭 THOUGHT BALLOON — what is your oc's MBTI, enneagram, and/or other personality aspects (if known/interested in)? 🚗 CAR — does your oc have a driver's license? can they drive/operate any automobiles/machinery besides cars? ✈️ AIRPLANE — does your oc like traveling, or do they consider themselves a more homey person? 🎮 VIDEO GAME CONTROLLER — what are three of your oc's favorite hobbies? 💍 RING — does your oc have any piercings? do they want any (more) piercings? 🖊️ BALLPOINT PEN — does your oc have any tattoos? do they want any (more) tattoos? 📚 BOOKS — what level of education has your oc most recently completed/is currently in (GED, undergraduate, grad school, phd, etc)? 🎻 VIOLIN — does your oc play any instruments? what is their skill level (beginner/intermediate/advanced/virtuoso/etc)? 🩹 ADHESIVE BANDAGE — does your oc have any physical and/or mental disabilities? 🩸 DROP OF BLOOD — what is your oc's blood type?

𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐒. 🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often? 💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know. 💤 SLEEPING SIGN — is your oc a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper? how are their sleeping habits? 🔱 TRIDENT EMBLEM — can your oc swim? do they enjoy swimming? 🔺 RED TRIANGLE POINTED UP — does your oc know how to use any weapons? 🔶 LARGE ORANGE DIAMOND — does your oc know cpr? do they have any other medical expertise? 🚫 PROHIBITED — does your oc drink/smoke? do they do it regularly, or is it more on occasion or for special events?

𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄. 🌈 RAINBOW — what is your oc's sexual orientation/gender identity? what pronouns do they use? 🎄 CHRISTMAS TREE — what is your oc's favorite holiday? 🐶 DOG FACE — does your oc have any pets? 🐈 CAT — does your oc prefer a wide circle of friends or a few close friends? 🐷 PIG FACE — what is your oc's favorite animal? 🐉 DRAGON — what is your oc's favorite mythical creature? 🍃 LEAVES FLUTTERING IN WIND — what is/was your oc's favorite subject in school? 🌴 PALM TREE — does your oc have a green thumb? do they enjoy gardening? 🍎 RED APPLE — where was your oc born? do they still live in/around their place of birth or do they live somewhere else? how do they feel about their birthplace?

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒. ❤️ RED HEART — what are three of your oc's positive traits? 🤍 WHITE HEART — what are three of your oc's neutral/questionable traits? 💔 BROKEN HEART — what are three of your oc's negative traits? 💘 HEART WITH ARROW — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them? 🧡 ORANGE HEART — does your oc tend to prioritize family or friends? 💛 YELLOW HEART — how many languages does your oc speak? what language(s) are they learning, if any? 💚 GREEN HEART — does your oc prefer being inside or outside? 💙 BLUE HEART — does your oc have any cool/special powers and/or abilities? how are they with magic, if it exists in their world? 💜 PURPLE HEART — what is your oc's ancestry/genetic background? 🖤 BLACK HEART — has your oc killed or seriously wounded anyone before? have they broken someone's heart and/or broken someone's trust?

𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒. 🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE — when is your oc's birthday? how old are they? what are their sun, moon, & rising signs (if known)? what about their tarot card, ruling planet, & ruling number (if known)? do they fit the typical traits of these sun, moon, & rising signs? 🍝 SPAGHETTI — what is/are your oc's favorite food(s)? 🍰 SHORTCAKE — what is/are your oc's favorite sweet(s)/dessert(s)? 🍦 SOFT ICE CREAM — what is/are your oc's favorite ice cream flavor(s)? 🍔 HAMBURGER — is your oc good at cooking? are they good at baking? which one do they prefer? 🥯 BAGEL — what does your oc's typical breakfast look like? do they usually eat breakfast? 🥪 SANDWICH — what does your oc's typical lunch look like? do they usually eat lunch? 🍛 CURRY AND RICE — what does your oc's typical dinner look like? do they usually eat dinner? 🍸 COCKTAIL GLASS — what is your oc's favorite alcoholic drink, if they can drink? ☕️ HOT BEVERAGE — does your oc prefer coffee, tea, hot chocolate, milk, water, or some other drink? how do they like to take this drink (ex. coffee with milk, hot chocolate with whipped cream, a specific kind of tea, etc)?

𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄. 😊 SMILING FACE WITH SMILING EYES — what are your oc's career/general life desires? what do they want to get the most out of life? 😖 CONFOUNDED FACE — is your oc an introvert, an extrovert, or an ambivert? do they let people in easily, or are they more reserved? 🤔 THINKING FACE — what are some of your oc's quirks/mannerisms? 🧐 FACE WITH MONOCLE — is your oc more logical or emotional? 🤓 SMILING FACE WITH GLASSES — is your oc chatty or quiet? are they at ease in social situations, or are they more shy? 🤩 FACE WITH STARRY EYES — is your oc a planner, or are they more spontaneous in their actions? 😥 SAD BUT RELIEVED FACE — is your oc prone to getting stressed out, or is it easy for them to keep their cool? 😓 DOWNCAST FACE WITH SWEAT — is your oc open-minded or stubborn? are they inquisitive or do they prefer to keep to their bubble of knowledge? 😞 DISAPPOINTED FACE — does your oc attract others, or do they tend to be left alone? 🤒 FACE WITH THERMOMETER — does your oc get sick easily? 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 FAMILY WITH MOTHER, FATHER, SON AND DAUGHTER — how many people are in your oc's immediate family? how many people are in your oc's extended family? do they have aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, etc? who in their family are they closest with? are they close with their birth family, or do they have a found family?

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