QUALITY / CONTROL

independent mouthwashing oc.

[qualityqontroll]

independent low-activity/selective SIDEBLOG roleplay blog for an original character from the independent horror game, mouthwashing. written by victoria (she/her, over 25)

MUSE BIOGRAPHY

follows back from @nursewashing. rules below the cut!

1. this blog is 18+ only. don't expect to see smut necessarily, but i don't want to talk to minors here or expose them to heavy content. please be an adult!

i'm okay with personal blogs following me! if you have a roleplay sideblog, please let me know!! i will only be following other rp blogs through my primary to keep my dashboard topical to rp, but! if you want to send anons or DMs, don't feel discouraged! i love any & all interactions!

2. this blog is iconless! my oc does not have a faceclaim, so you'll just need to use your imagination bestie. i'll draw some visuals soon!

3. mouthwashing is really content warning-heavy. the game contains themes of abuse, sexual assault, unwanted pregnancy, gore, suicide / suicidal ideation, death, cannibalism, and various other things. trigger warnings will be tagged. i expect you to do the same with common triggering topics.

4. keeping the above in mind, i don't do proship type stuff. i am here to respectfully portray and explore the horrors, not get off to it or glorify it.

5. plotting & OOC discussion is encouraged to write with me here. we need to at least establish a baseline between our characters before i can do improvised stuff. please DM me to plot. don't be scared to approach me - if you want to write with me, i want to talk to you!

6. no AI generated images/writing. not sure why i even have to say that, but i know some people in the rpc have taken to using AI to replace their writing. don't do that with me

7. crossover, multi-verse, multi-ship, duplicate-friendly, and OC friendly. i will write with duplicates of the same character.

i am open to shipping. grace is a lesbian and also over 40, so keep that in mind!

[ih0pethishurts]

In a ship as massive as the Tulpar, finding a moment alone shouldn’t be this hard. Yet Jimmy had resorted to sneaking away during his lunch breaks to escape the constant chatter of his crewmates. Recently, it felt as if someone was always glued to his side, and he needed a damn smoke.

Jimmy descended into the ship’s underbelly, winding his way to the abandoned vehicle bay he’d taken to calling his spot. Once upon a time, it had housed high-value cargo like artillery and armored transports, but those days were long gone. Pony Express hadn’t exactly been a premier carrier in years, and now the bay was just a graveyard of old equipment and stale air.

Jimmy perched atop a cold metal crate and lit his cigarette, tapping away ash into his makeshift tire ashtray. (Lots of room left in there.) Up here, away from Earth, it finally felt like he could think. No gravity pulled him down, no bad blood stained his boots. Just the endless void of space and the distant hum of the Tulpar around him. For a rare moment, the pilot let his guard down, granting himself peace.

“Jesus.” He nearly jumped, jerking his head around to find Grace standing behind him. He scowled, “then don’t go sneaking up on me like you’re about to.”

She didn’t seem fazed by this intrusion, which only irritated Jimmy more.

“Yeah, it’s the cheap stuff. Reminds me of home.”

A dry smile tugged at his mouth, and Jimmy leaned back on his crate, extending his hand to offer her the smoke. “Didn’t expect to see you down here Grace. Someone might think we’re up to no good.”

[qualityqontroll]

❛ damn, they might. that'd be a shame. ❜ her words are deadpanned in return, but not entirely mirthless. as she stepped into the unused vehicle bay, her gaze darted around the premises, taking in the details of of it all—when did pony express even use any of this? then again, it wasn't her business to care much about her employers' doings, as long as she did her job the 'correct' way and got paid.

❛ i kind of like exploring places i'm not supposed to, though. i don't know. adds a little bit of spice to the mundanities of life, or whatever. ❜ the scent of cheap cigarettes, too, add a little spice. she'd smoked her fair share back when spending late nights in casinos, dumping all of her money into the void. ah, good times.

❛ you miss a lot from home? ❜ grace's gaze returns to jimmy, curious, as she leans up against the wall nearest to the door to the abandoned vehicle bay.

❛ me personally, i kind of wish they had beer or something out here. or something that isn't some mocktail, y'know? it's kind of a marvel that anyone can stay a hundred percent sober on a trip this long. ❜

[qualityqontroll]

❛ don't worry. i'm not gonna rat you out. ❜ grace had slipped into the hall with nobody else around — all of the other crewmates seemed to be busying themselves with work. she'd ran through the list of tasks she'd been assigned today and double checked, triple checked... all finished for the day. with nothing else to occupy herself with, she'd taken to walking around the premises of the tulpar and its narrow halls. that's when she caught sight of jimmy, the scent of nicotine hanging in the air an unusual but noteworthy detail.

❛ how'd you even get those, anyway? ❜ a slight tilt of her head, curiosity visible in the technician's eyes as she watched @ih0pethishurts. ❛ brought them all the way from earth, or something? ❜

[qualityqontroll]

muse bio below the cut!

name: grace roswell gender: cis female (she/her) sexuality: lesbian age: 43 hometown: phoenix, arizona nationality: american height: 5'11" relatives: wes roswell (son, 22 years old) - clara roswell (ex-wife, 45 years old) occupation: quality control / programmer / technician disabilities & conditions: autism spectrum disorder, attention-deficit hyperactivity disorder

personality: grace has a tendency to be a little big cagey and prickly at first, reluctant to let others into her heart. she prefers to appear unaffected by the environment around her, and struggles to get closer to others due to a somewhat stiff, cagey nature. at worst, she's bitter and cynical - at best, she's a friend for life. it's not that hard to get her to open up with a little persistence, though, and when she does, she tends to be rather laid back and calm. it's not unheard of for her to crack a joke here and there. when particularly close to someone, she can be affectionate and playful. she prefers traditionally masculine hobbies like "cracking open a cold one with the boys" or "ignoring and suppressing emotions". grace tends to be a bit of a nerd. she's is a recovering gambling addict. despite her status as a mother, she's more of a "girldad" type, personality-wise. (like, a dad that's a girl. not a dad who has a daughter)

appearance: long, wavy light brown hair, hazel eyes, glasses, tall in stature. all i have right now is this hasty sketch because she's brand spankin' new, so just take this until i make something better:

backstory: grace has been employed by pony express upwards of ten years, starting off with custodial duties on another ship fittingly named the pegasus and working her way up to technician/quality control status. she got along reasonably well with her crew, but the freighter was retired and her work was merged into joining the tulpar.

her skills range from computer programming to testing the systems aboard freighters, such as measuring the quality of water, food, and air circulation. essentially, she's good with numbers and keeping people alive, though that often feels like the bare minimum to her.

she used to be addicted to gambling—this played a part in her divorce, a marriage of over ten years flushed down the toilet due to her own addiction issues. each flight was one meant to regain the funds, so she could just gamble a bit more and get enough back to pay her debts... but it never came to that, and her marriage fell apart. she eventually got help for her addiction, but it was a little too late to pick up the shattered remains of her relationship.

she has a decent relationship with her son, wes. he's a gamer. good kid. wes is closer to her ex-wife, though.

grace's relationships with her crewmates are wholly dependent on interaction with others through roleplay, but the baseline is that she tries well enough to get along with all of them, while still being a little guarded and closed off. bit of a "girlfailure", if we're being honest.