hi , sorry for being so absent i am incredibly distracted and a little bit busy right now but i promise i will be around soon - ish
i lied i wont be back soon-ish but im not done w abri i will return
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hi , sorry for being so absent i am incredibly distracted and a little bit busy right now but i promise i will be around soon - ish
i lied i wont be back soon-ish but im not done w abri i will return
hi , sorry for being so absent i am incredibly distracted and a little bit busy right now but i promise i will be around soon - ish
i may have made another blog
i dont want to write anything rn but i do wanna talk about characters and shit so like.... hmu
While Abriell has never been convicted of a crime ( largely due to consistently escaping custody before a trial can be completed ) she has committed numerous criminal offenses and is wanted to varying degrees in a number of legal jurisdictions. I’ve done my best to compile a list of her offenses – below the cut due to length.
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Combat, Tools of the Trade, and Cars.
Abriell is not built for fighting. The combination of osteoporosis, hemophilia, and a compromised immune system make her very vulnerable to injury and infection, and any injuries she receives are much more likely to be fatal. This given she tends to avoid straight fights, favoring traps, ambushes, or directing sturdier individuals whenever possible. Unfortunately such solutions aren’t always feasible, in which case she falls back on the use of small caliber and low-recoil firearms to deal with threats up close and in person. Over the years Abriell has narrowed down her preferred weapons to a relatively short list while still covering a variety of uses, making it easier to keep stocked on ammunition and parts than if she were to use a wider variety.
Abriell’s list of other equipment is quite extensive, and it’s effectively impossible for her to keep it all on hand at any given time. It’s vital for Abriell to have as much information as possible before leaving for a job in order to best plan what equipment is going to be most useful. In the best circumstances a missing piece of equipment can be worked around, in the worst it could lead to disaster. Abriell’s tool kit covers a massive range of utilities and uses, from mold-able plastic explosives and detonators to common steel nails and rope.
The transport of Abriell’s weapons and equipment obviously requires reliable vehicles, of which she has two. For day-to-day travel, local jobs, and easy lightweight work Abriell drives a 2013 Volkswagen Passat B6 sedan. The Passat’s engine has been modified to run on pure ethanol, and the trunk features a false bottom under which she can hide illegal items. For more demanding situations Abriell also owns a 2015 Ram 1500 imported from the United States. The 1500 has been modified further than the Passat, featuring an extended bed supported by a second rear axle, a slide-out storage compartment beneath the bed, and an aftermarket off-road suspension. The rear half of the 1500′s cab has been gutted for increased storage space and, like the Passat, its engine has been modified to run on ethanol.
A complete list of Abriell’s weaponry and equipment can be found under the cut, due to length.
Updated: expanded list, categorized items
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Poppy ; meaning remembrance & love. Emily understands loss & the desire to overcome it, but it is important to remember those who were so dear to us.
--”Hm...?” She hadn’t been expecting a gift, it caught her off guard. Pale fingers extend to take the flower gently in hand and she looks at it with an expression of melancholy. The poppy. Sleep, peace, and death. The headstones of her family -- those that still stood -- were engraved with the image of a poppy, eternal sleep, her father had once told her. She had known that he would’ve wanted the tradition to continue and so the flower stood guard over his empty grave as it did over the bodies of his ancestors, as it would someday stand over her. Knowing that brought her a gentle solace that little else did. “... Thank you Emily, it’s beautiful.”
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She hadn’t quite realized that the thought had escaped her lips until the other person waiting out the rain responded. Green eyes shifted from the hypnotizing sight of the curtain of raindrops to the woman sitting next to her. Alice had been keeping her focus elsewhere so she wouldn’t intrude on her private emotions despite how clearly her aura propagated her dislike of the weather to the witch.
“That is true.” Alice agreed as much, and felt suddenly compelled to share her thoughts. “I used to love it when I was younger. In that unabashed way children enjoy things. I still do, actually. But I don’t let myself run out into it anymore…” It was a sad thing to realize, maybe even something she should change. A quiet sigh heralded a small smile. “Don’t get sick nearly as often, though.”
--”I’ve never liked rain,” she could see the appeal it had to others, the way that it could captivate and enchant from sight alone. The way the cold drops felt pinging against skin. The way it breathed life into the earth and the flowers. Yet it held no charm for her. She would just as soon never see another dreary gray day again.
“I could never go out in the rain when I was younger, I’d get too sick. I still would now, but it’s more manageable,” when she was younger getting caught in the rain could’ve been a death sentence. She’d been a weak and frail child, and any illness could have been her last. “Still, I try my best not to. I’d rather not get sick at all if I can avoid it.”
your seduction style ♡
THE CHARMER. You’re a master at intimate conversation and verbal enticement. You seduce with words, by getting people to open up to you. By establishing this deep connection quickly, people fall under your power. And then you’ve got them exactly where you want them.
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BOLD The Sims 3 traits your muse has. ITALICIZE the ones that are half-correct. REPOST. DON’T REBLOG.
absentminded | ambitious | angler | artistic | athletic | bookworm | brave | can’t stand art | charismatic | childish | clumsy | commitment issues | computer whiz | couch potato | daredevil | dislikes children | easily impressed | excitable | family-oriented | flirty | friendly | frugal | genius | good | good sense of humour | great kisser | green thumb | grumpy | handy | hates the outdoors | heavy sleeper | hopeless romantic | hot-headed | hydrophobic | inappropriate | insane | kleptomaniac | loner | loser | loves the outdoors | lucky | mean-spirited | mooch | natural cook | neat | neurotic | never nude | no sense of humour | over emotional | party animal | perfectionist | schmoozer | slob | snob | technophobe | unflirty | unlucky | vegetarian (vegan) | virtuoso | workaholic
TAGGED BY: @shrapnelsong god bless
TAGGING: whomstsoever is compelled
crucial muse development questions. send a number in my inbox to find out more about my character as a person ( because often, the most important things about character development have nothing to do with their shoe size or netflix queue ).
what would completely break your character?
what was the best thing in your character’s life?
what was the worst thing in your character’s life?
what seemingly insignificant memories stuck with your character?
does your character work so they can support their hobbies or use their hobbies as a way of filling up the time they aren’t working?
what is your character reluctant to tell people?
how does your character feel about sex?
how many friends does your character have?
how many friends does your character want?
what would your character make a scene in public about?
for what would your character give their life?
what are your character’s major flaws?
what does your character pretend or try to care about?
how does the image your character tries to project differ from the image they actually project?
what is your character afraid of?
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--”Don’t make me ask you again,” what little emotion there is behind her eyes is cold, hard, and spiteful, devoid completely of the gentle warmth and love reserved for Marceline and Marceline alone. Gone was the calm and the joy, gone was the peace and the security. In this moment all that Abriell had so painstakingly learned to feel was gone, ripped apart and scattered to the wind by the claws of hate and fury that held her within their grasp. Abriell did not see Marceline before her. She did not see the love of her life, her final and forever, standing in front of the door. There is only something that stands in her way.
And for what? For the letter crumpled in her white-knuckled hand? For the distant memories of so many years ago she would never be able to forget? For the embers of this same rage that had burned every day since she had been a child? There would be no explanation, she hardly knew herself. The need for action had overcome purpose. She knew what needed to be done. Where she needed to go. Who she needed to find. But the why had escaped her, lost beneath the waves of cold thoughtless anger. Only the what and the how mattered now. “Get out of my fucking way.”
“ sometimes you won’t get a second chance ”
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--Does it bear response? Does her heart, injured and broken as it is, have anything to say? No. Of course it doesn’t. Does she not know well enough that second chances never come? People had died for her sake. People had died under her direction. Was there anything that she wouldn’t give for a chance to repay for what she had done? For the lives that she had caused to snuff out like so many candles in a breeze? Of course there wasn’t. Were she given the chance she would lie down her own life to repay for those that had been lain down to her. But that was a chance that would never come.
“Whatever else you’re going to say, don’t. I don’t want to hear it.”
“ become the monster they expect you to be ”
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--Abriell spits out blood. Her mouth hurts. Her body hurts. Her ego hurts. The taste of copper is strong in her mouth but the concern she should feel -- your wounds won’t heal, a voice whispers in her head, they’ll sting and fester until the bleed you dry -- is eclipsed by the fury that smolders behind her eyes. How long had it been? How many months had passed since the last time they had met? How many days of planning and training and researching had it been since the last time she’d had her ass handed to her by this god damn werewolf? She had lost track, and that bothered her. She was better than this -- better than the wreck she was kneeling on the ground -- and that bothered her.
She could be a monster, that much she knew. She could be explosive rage and inhuman violence and unbearable terror, that much she knew. What stopped her? What crumbling wall in her mind held her back from unleashing upon Loni as she did upon all else that stood in her way? Maybe you like it, the voice came to her once again, maybe you enjoy this game you play too much to allow it to end. She bites her tongue, forcing herself to concentrate. Not that it matters, she’s already lost and she knows it. Abriell shakily lifts her head to look the beast in the eye. “Fuck you.”
“ does the rain ever stop ”
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--”Literally? Yes, but you already know that,” she looks out from beneath the wooden canopy under which they sit, watching the rain pour down on the already soaking grass. It was a somber day -- to put it in light terms -- all gray and wet and filled with whispers of pasts you’d rather forget, shadows you wished you didn’t see. It didn’t take a mind reader to tell that Abriell did not like the rain. “In a figurative sense...” she pauses, considering her words carefully. She wasn’t a stranger to her own emotion overcoming her, and it would do no one any good for her to let what was running through her mind taint the answer she was about to give. “The rain in your mind? In your heart? That rain never goes away. You just learn how to keep yourself dry.”
“ history will remember you. ”
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--”I guess it will, huh?” But for what? Would history remember her for the good she’d done? The people that her actions had saved? The lives that where still flourishing and happy because of her? Or would history remember what she’d needed to do to achieve that. The things she had to do to complete her work? The crimes and atrocities that had to be committed to cleanse the earth from the things that would leech from it? Abriell sighed. She supposed there really wasn’t much question there after all. The good she’d done was hidden, secret, veiled from the eyes of those who would be writing the history books. The rest? Well, it wasn’t difficult to find articles about the buildings she’d burned, the people she’d had to threaten at gunpoint. History would remember her for the monster that the world saw her to be, and nothing else. “... It’s a shame. I think I’d rather be forgotten.”
hey @ellobomal can i ask you a question