[saetangs]

   —  decha saetang : 

                              ‘  both these twenty years trying to fill the void  ’

inspired  by  :  desoto from oliver and company  /  added inspo :  ash lynx ( banana fish ), jess mariano ( gilmore girls ), lelouch vi britannia ( code geass ), sasuke uchiha ( naruto ), sesshomaru ( inuyasha ), dazai osamu ( bungo stray dogs ), dealer by lana del rey ( song ).

statistics

full name. decha saetang. faceclaim. bright vachirawit. dob. october 29th. zodiac. scorpio. occupation. family business. birthplace. new york. orientation. pansexual. song. cr*ck baby by mitski. film. kill your darlings. education. high school dropout.  emoji.  ( 🦴 )

present !!

he’s supposedly here to finish a job. a job he was told nothing about, was just supposed to follow his brother along like he always did. except after a bit of a scuffle his brother has gone mia leaving him stranded in the new city. decha thought about simply returning back to his hometown but with empty hands ? he could already hear his father’s voice. he might as well not come back at all. 

decha is currently sporting a sling for his left hand. it wasn’t broken only dislocated. a few minor injuries on the rest of his self but he hasn’t given himself much recuperation time. he’s trying his best to get any information at all. find him asking around if anybody had seen his brother without giving too much away especially due to his disheveled appearance, asking about fagin’s cowardly gang who he initially believed to be their only reason for being here as well as information on a name had heard his brother say only once: brett.

past !!

* tw bullying and violence.

when decha was a child, he believed his father to be the coolest person in the world. like one usually idolizes their parent. he was strong, he was powerful, he was everything he’d want to be when he got older. he’d tell anyone who asked that he had dreams of going into the family business. little did he know, his path had already been mapped out for him from birth.

beginning high school was when he began to be bullied. it started out with little things. erases being thrown at him, being bumped in the hallways, whispers mentioning his name during class. quickly he found out it was either due to his father doing something to the other person’s loved one or simply because of him being at the top of his class that started to fuel . . jealousy ? loathing ? fear ? either way, by the end of his freshman year he found himself constantly getting into fights. never really fighting back just taking it. during these times he often sought out for his brother for help. he knew he could trust him, he knew he was stronger. it worked for a bit. he grew loyal to his brother because of it. more loyal than he already had been. even that came to a quick close. his brother decided in the beginning of his sophomore year that he needed to toughen up. fight back or be squashed like a bug. his lesson to him. a lesson decha was forced to learn. he began fighting back but quickly grew tired. not physically but . . the fear in people’s eyes when he did was what often anchored him back. and so decha stopped. dealt with it until he dropped out his senior year after finding no real use to stay any longer.

ask him now at twenty four years of age and decha will say he’s just as devoted to the family business as when he was younger. except he knows deep down that’s not true. he feels like a burden, like dead weight. a shell of himself. a worn down version of that little boy who’s eyes used to sparkle with wonder and innocence. he tries his best to be helpful to the missions. whether it be with his strength or brains but even that has grown tiring. still, decha knows there’s no where to run to. just like those hazy high school days, all he could do was wait idly and wait for it to pass.

future !!

gonna be honest with you and say: i’m not sure yet where i’m going with him. the optimist in me is saying he’ll have his zuko arc finally. will be allowed to do good and stretch out his sense of self. however realistically that depends on how i develop him and if i even think it’s plausible. not all stories have happy endings and seeing how his has been set up . . i also like angst, what can i say ?? :)) will update this somewhere in the future.

taken connections

angela nunnelley : ??

nick wilde : annoyance<33

victor van dort : unlikely friend.

wanted connections

he’ll definitely need either someone who helps him in his search or someone who gets in his way.

a friend ? confidant ?? someone he can depend on. will develop more later probably he’ll just be very hesitant at first.

a hook up / one night stand / anything spicy.

enemy / rival / someone who wants to hire him for odd jobs :( he needs money

etc !

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angela.

         ❛ YOU THINK ?  COOL ,  then  he's  just  like  you . ❜  retorted  with  a  proud ,  tight - lipped  smirk ,  taking  it  as  an  opportunity  to  one  him  up .   surely  decha  could  afford  her  the  simple ,  innocent  joy  of  poking  fun  after  angela  had  practically  nursed  the  unlucky  soul  back  to  his  feet .  unsurprisingly ,  he  was  much  less  snarky  with  a  broken  arm  and  some  bruises .  turning  her  attention  to  the  puppy ,  her  smirk  turned  into  a  genuine  smile ,  endeared  by  the  little  creature  as  it  chased  around  its  tail .  ❛ nothing  wrong  with  getting  excited  for  no  reason ,  i  wish  i  was  more  easily  etertained .  i  just  hope  he  finds  someone  who  can  keep  up  with  all  the  energy  he's  got , ❜  she  points  out  while  scratching  behind  the  puppy's  ears .  ❛ and  with  a  huge  backyard ,  too . ❜  looking  up  at  decha ,  she  tilts  her  head  to  the  side .  ❛  how's  your  arm ? ❜

   his own lazy smile mirrors hers, corner of his lips lifting ever so slightly. own line of sight following hers. he finds it . . admirable. how she hopes for the best for broken, wounded beings when she herself never got it that easy. in reality, decha knew all those hopes and wishes were mute regardless. she could do everything in her power to guarantee him such a life and in the end, it was up to others and their intentions. angela could never be 100% sure and yet here she was, still trying. he lifts his hand carelessly from the sling across him, swaying his fingers to wave at her. ‘ better. won’t need this for much longer. .  actually, should i take this off now ? ’

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angela.

location  ✧  aloha  animal  shelter

          ❛ DO YOU THINK THEY  know  it's  a  new  year ?  for  humans  at  least , ❜  because  well ,  it's  a  known  fact  that  dog  years  weren't  the  same  as  human  years .  angela  knew  that ,  and  she  also  knew  her  shift  was  over  but  who  would  dare  to  stop  the  blonde  from  playing  with  the  shelter's  canines ?  ❛ i  think  it's  this  little  guy‘s  first  new  year . ❜

   thinking idly over her question, eyes slowly flickering to said little guy. decha doesn’t mean to be an asshole, despite popular belief. takes his time to actually contemplate before offering his two cents. ‘ he probably has no thoughts whatsoever going on behind those eyes of his, ’ he says lowly, locking eyes with her as he says every single word. still, he soon shrugs at the mere idea. ‘ doesn’t mean he can’t feel though. someone’s excitement for the new year probably excites him despite not knowing the real reason behind it. ’

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elizabeth.

⚔️ ⠀  ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ───────────     elizabeth   immediately   notices   his   injured   arms   and   makes   a   mental   note   of   it.   the   woman   can’t   help   but   wonder   what   led   to   his   arm   being   placed   in   a   sling   but   keeps   her   questions   to   herself.   elizabeth   had   an   excellent   way   of   finding   out   information   one   way   or   another.   most   times   it   just   came   to   her,   willing   and   unwilling.      “   well   now   that   you   mention   it,   ”      elizabeth   began,   sitting   up   straighter.      “   moving   ten   might   be   the   perfect   amount.   ”

   he stares at her with a faraway expression, oblivious eyes unfocused as if they were staring at her for a cover. it isn’t until he comes back down, only then taking in her response, that he tilts his head ever so slightly. with a bounce of his brows and a soft quiver of his lips, what some could even call amusement. decha does as told gladly for once. ‘ anything else i could do for you, miss ? ’ he questions playfully. he’s relentless, stubborn as ever. he’d stay standing there all day if it meant he’d get something in return. that is .. if she even holds any valuable information for him to begin with. his expression grows cold once more, erasing any trace of actual emotion, deciding then to get to work. ‘ excuse me, i didn’t catch your name. to who exactly do i owe the pleasure of providing shade to ? ’

[feral-ballad]

Katherine Larson, from Radial Symmetry; “Almost a figure”

[Text ID: “Forgive me this old / habit. There is a danger / in making suffering / beautiful.”]

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elizabeth.

— ❛ OPEN. ❜  

location: the park .

⚔️ ⠀  ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ───────────   book   in   one   hand   and   a   drink   in   the   other,   elizabeth   looked   up   as   her   shade   suddenly   moved,   squinting   against   the   sun.      “   pardon   me,   ”      she   grabbed   the   attention   of   the   person   standing   in   front   of   her,      “   you   think   you   could   move   like   six   inches   to   your   left   ?   you   were   blocking   some   of   the   sun   before   and   it   was   really   working   for   me.   ”

   decha, expression as blank as ever, could only turn to look at his left before idly turning back to her. trying to decipher why she wants him to do so and why exactly he should listen to begin with. in the end however, he decides to simply scoot now and ask questions after. immediately after. he’d have to see what else he could get out of her in the process. ‘ is this better ? ’ he asks nonchalantly, injured arm still tucked against his chest making him feel dumb. dumber than he already does. ‘ let me know if i should move seven. ’

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   @vandcrt​​  —  mai & amin !

   ‘ i’m fine, i’m — i’m fine, ’ she continues to stress to amin . . despite looking anything but. mai had been going at it for a good few minutes now. it started with the sudden shock of swearing she’d seen a familiar face but she couldn’t place them. whether a face she had seen them while on a job, an old tattered picture or amongst the vast hallways of his grandfather’s headquarters. mai just couldn’t tell which only meant she was unsure if she was in any real danger. the pressure of that alone had left her spiraling enough to evacuate to a nearby alley to hide away in the shadows until she could make it back to her apartment. she was shaking, she was out of it, the waterworks began almost immediately but it wasn’t anything really out of the usual.

   only then did she come across another familiar face. this time, however, she could place them immediately. across memories in her head of someone who had shown her utmost kindness. had shown her a side of the world she hadn’t been exposed to before. someone she had to let go in order to save them from the ghosts haunting her. mai quickly steps back until she meets the cold wall. unable to go any further, she was forced to stare at such eyes with her own erratic ones. ‘ i swear, ’ she spits out, chest heaving ever so lightly. ‘ just — just really, really need you to pretend you didn’t see me. need you to go. now, please. ’

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sabrina.

— ❛ OPEN. ❜  

LOCATION: flynn’s little bonfire beach parties .

🔮 ⠀  ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ───────────  parties   had   not   been   sabrina’s   scene   for   quite   sometime   now.   she   remembered   going   to   a   lot   of   them   in   high   school   and   college   but   now   she   enjoyed   her   sleep   too   much.   it’s   not   that   he   hated   crowds   but   being   on   the   beach   at   night   didn’t   exactly   put   her   at   ease.   jump   scares   or   sneaking   up   on   her   was   never   a   good   idea   not   with   her   quick   reflexes   and   penchant   for   putting   people   into   headlocks.   so,   unsurprisingly,   she’d   already   managed   to   smack   someone’s   drink   out   of   their   hand   when   she’d   jumped   at   their   unexpected   presence   behind   her.      “   shit,   you   trying   to   sneak   up   on   people   or   what   ?   ”      she   smoothed   out   their   shoulders,   then   gestured   to   their   discarded   cup,         “   my   bad.   i’ll   get   you   a   new   one   ?   ”   

   it was sudden, sure. she was quick but it wasn’t specifically anything he hadn’t already known. note to self: next time, maybe announce your arrival instead of being a fucking creep. his drink flies from his hand but instead of actually reacting, he continues to look at her as if nothing had happened. ‘ hello sabrina, ’ kitty begins. he doesn’t dare continue, only stays still as her hands try to undo wrinkles that had already been there before the exchange. it made him smile ever so softly. a genuine smile, not even a knowing smirk or one brought up by him finding humor in any of it. instead it was more like he was entranced by how quick she was to right a wrong, the lengths she was going to. anyone else would pat him on his shoulder and send him on his way, he was sure of it. ‘ don’t worry about that, ’ he says with a shrug. kitty finally places his hand back against his side. ‘ i just wanted to see what you were up to. the whole stealth thing kinda comes with the territory, i guess. sorry about that. ’

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angela.

         ANGELA WOULD NEVER CONSIDER HERSELF  a  party  expert ,  much  less  a  halloween  one .  save  for  the  couple  of  events  she'd  attended ,  all  of  them  with  the  junkyard  dogs  by  her  side ,  she  had  never  been  much  of  a  party  animal ,  usually  being  the  one  who  ended  up  nursing  back  whatever  unlucky  soul  ended  up  blackout  drunk  by  the  end  of  the  night .  her  one  hope  was  that  tonight  would  be  a  little  less  taxing ,  a  little  more  enjoyable .

         nursing  her  drink ,  the  girl's  gaze  wandered  around  the  casino .  for  the  first  time ,  she  hoped  not  to  find  scott .  god  forbid  she  found  him  in  a  place  like  this .  ❛  this  place  is  freaking  creepy …  ❜  she  muttered  to  herself ,  though  loud  enough  for  the  person  standing  nearby  to  hear .  ❛ it's  a  surprised  they  haven't  shut  it  down . ❜

   free hand shoved down the pocket of his jeans, jeans that happened to be not part of his costume since he wasn’t wearing one to begin with. just a face in the back of the casino, hidden behind flashing lights and masquerade faces. his eyes turn to her as he watches her take a sip .. god, he should really get one of those and quick.

   ‘ it’s not too bad, ’ he offers. because it really wasn’t. it was dark, it was ambient, it didn’t give off the most safe feeling but — was there ever a place that really did ? walking towards her, his vacant expression stays strong as he jokingly bumps against her lightly, hand reaching to take her drink from her for his enjoyment. a playful action, evident by the way he downs the drink fast and hands her back said glass, despite his nonchalance. decha knew he’d get one for her in return, he just wanted to see her reaction. ‘ do you mind showing me where you got that ? ’ he asked, turning to her with tired eyes.

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angela.

            SHE CONSIDERS FOR A MOMENT  that  maybe  he  can't  hear  her ,  unlikely  as  it  may  be .  who  knows  what  kind  of  damage  that  guy  had  been  up  to ?  baby  blues  give  an  eyeroll  at  such  nonchalance ,  though  angela  isn't  sure  of  what  else  she'd  been  expecting .  while  scott  was  always  so  full  of  energy ,  decha  was  the  extreme  opposite ;  sometimes  she  wondered  how  he  managed  to  stand  on  both  feet .  ❛  i  can  see  that . ❜  lips  press  together ,  an  unimpressed  look  on  her  delicate  face .  ❛  that's  for  you ,  by  the  way , ❜  nods  at  the  wrapped  up  sandwich  on  the  coffee  table .  ❛  figured  you'd  be   hungry .  whatever  your  plan  is ,  you're  not  gonna  get  anything  done  with  an  empty  stomach . ❜  she  would  know .  scooting  over  to  the  edge  of  the  couch  so  he'd  have  more  room  for  himself ,  angela  pulled  her  hair  into  a  poor  excuse  of  a  ponytail .  just  enough  to  get  it  out  of  her  face .  ❛  how's  your  hand ?  can  i  see  it ?  ❜

   hues continue to observe her shamelessly before wandering to something else in the room, as if stuck in another daze. he finds himself looking towards her from the corner of his eyes however. just to see. decha was struggling to gather a solid opinion on her. everything was usually so black and white but with angela — it frustrated him how he struggled, something he’d never admit. it wasn’t like it mattered much anyway. she was just a stepping stone to get what he really wanted. he doesn’t immediately reach for the sandwich on the table in retaliation of her scolding tone. that is, until his stomach starts rumbling lowly. only then do his fingers slowly reach for it. nonchalant expression on the whole time. he sits and caves in on himself, making himself tinier in contrast as to how he was sitting previously only seconds ago. eyeing her one last time, he offers another shrug. ‘ not much to see, ’ he tells her. a very minimal and last ditch effort to ward her away. decha doesn’t move away or move forward. stands still as if faced by a great bear, except it’s only her . . not like he could really tell the difference. he bites into his sandwich and looks away, waiting on her next move.

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kit.

kit’s brow creased ever so slightly, more curious about the reasoning behind the other’s questioning than actually perturbed by their insistence. he keeps his hands clasped behind him.

“ i assure you, if i knew anything, i would never withhold such information. but i know nothing of this man you’re looking for. i apologise, ” he adds, and he means it. “ might i help in some other way ? i find my mind always clears after eating a bit of pie. ”

   soft sigh escapes him before he quickly tries to take it back, not wanting to show any kind of emotion to someone he found no real use for. he stuffs his free hand into the pocket of his sweater. ‘ look, you don’t need to tell me anything if you really don’t know. just don’t waste my time. ’ a sudden declaration. one spoken with his trademark nonchalant tone.

   . . then pie is mentioned and his stomach betrays him by grumbling aloud, causing him to look away to mask his genuine embarrassment. who even eats pies nowadays ? wasn’t that just a holiday thing like in the movies ? turning back carefully, decha shrugs like a child being chastised. challenging eyes staring down the other. ‘ sure, ’ he starts, ‘ i’ll eat pie . . as long as you forget about everything i just asked you. ’ 

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freddy.

👻 ⠀  ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ───────────    freddy   raised   an   eyebrow   as   he   looked   at   the   person   beside   him.   they   looked   like   they   had   been   put   through   the   ringer.   which   to   be   fair,   some   people   who   came   to   this   city   looked   as   such.   the   city   was   labeled   as   a   safe   haven   of   sorts,   despite   a   recent   turns   of   events,   looking   rough   around   the   edges   seemed   to   be   a   necessity   at   this   point   to   enter   elias.   intimidation   tactics   hardly   ever   worked   on   him.   freddy   used   to   use   them   back   in   high   school   when   he   was   the   top   dog   on   campus.   that   and   when   you   lived   with   someone   like   mayor   jones   you   learned   quickly   to   swallow   any   fear.   arms   crossed   over   his   chest   and   face   stone   cold,   blue   hues   squinted   ever   so   slightly.      “   alright,   i   don’t   know   anything.   ”      freddy   states   calmly.      “   okay,   then   it   seems   like   you’re   going   to   have   to   find   out   another   way   regardless.   ”      he   shrugs.         “   hypothetically   -   why   the   fuck   would   you   want   me   to   pretend   i   don’t   know   anything   if   i   did   ?   is   this   one   of   those   if   i   know   to   much   i   die   scenarios   ?   ”

   incredulous look falls on his face before he wipes it away, leaving a nonchalant expression in its wake. as he had learned before, being nice only takes you so far . . either that or he definitely needed to work on his wording. regardless decha finds him turning back to freddy, injured hand still pressed against his chest in its sling, free hand reaching up to stroke against his own cheek as he continued to think. ‘ another way ? ’ he repeats, voice monotone. ‘ so, is this an exchange kinda thing ? what do you want ? money ? protection ? a special favor ? ’ he wasn’t really his type but he wasn’t awful to look at either.

   quickly he stops himself, biting back a chuckle as the realization hits him. he wasn’t sure who was more of an idiot: him or the guy before him. ‘ dude, i meant walk away if you don’t wanna tell me anything. somebody else probably will. i don’t really care who tells me as long as i find out in the end and trust me, someone always talks. ’ 

[saetangs]

   —  task 25 :

                              lamai ‘ mai ’ saetang !

inspired by : crona ( soul eater ), angel devil ( chainsaw man ), powder ( arcane ), shinji ikari ( neon genesis evangelion ), azula ( avatar the last airbender but in like the last episode ), akito sohma ( fruits basket ), love me love me love me by kikuo ( song ), egoist by parsley onuma ( song ).

GENERAL

birth name. lamai saetang. nicknames. mai. date of birth. september 24th. age. twenty-one. gender. cisfemale. pronouns. she / her. powers. n/a. species. human.          sexuality. ?? place of birth. new york.           current residence. elias, california. occupation. unemployed.

   * quick about her : she’s decha’s child but her mother, instead of telling decha, believed she’d be better off if she were raised amongst the main family. so she was given to the the head of the family to take her in. being raised in such an environment, she was expected to take her father’s place basically. home girl was put through . . so much. so now she’s kind of stuck in the middle of everything. is in elias to reconnect with family she has known about all her life but was never allowed to see. after a failed mission, having everyone believe she was d word is when she took her shot. mai is a lot, i’m just letting everyone know now. if you want drama / angst, here she is ! if you don’t i completely understand if you wanna stay away T^T  she’s emotional, she’s gloomy, a real scaredy cat.

APPEARANCE 

height. 5′7.

hair colour. brown. eye colour. brown. piercings. n/a. tattoos. one she had done as a dare. notable markings. scattered moles across her face. glasses/contacts? she suspects she needs glasses.       faceclaim. mint ranchrawee voiceclaim. mint ranchrawee.

HEALTH

physical ailments. undisclosed.   sleeping habits. sleeps in intervals of three ish hours to get at least 8. dominant hand. left. drugs / smoke / alcohol? no.      

PERSONALITY

positive traits. obedient, obliging, steadfast, reserved, bashful. negative traits. fearful, high-strung, temperamental, erratic, unstable. usual mood. hesitant.        likes. quiet rooms, dark spaces, looking presentable, good first impressions, worn down books, fruit after big meals, finishing a long tv series, talking to the moon, writing her emotions down instead of letting them out, going a day without crying. dislikes. shaking hands with someone she doesn’t know, judging eyes on her, the sensation of forming sweat, the feeling of oncoming rejection, long winded missions, the awkward pause that comes after she cries, words that weren’t meant, making friends. bad habits. thinking the worst of herself and others, not giving things a chance, jumping to conclusions, being a crybaby.

RELATIONSHIPS

mother. unnamed. father. decha saetang, has never met him. siblings. kittichat ‘ kitty ’ saetang, half sibling she’s meeting for the first time. children. n/a. birth order. youngest. significant others. n/a. closest friends. *insert me begging here*

SKILLS & STATS

languages spoken. english and thai. drive? yes, ask anyone else and they’d say no. jump start a car? no.         change a flat tire? no.      ride a bicycle? somewhat. swim? no. play an instrument? no.         play chess? no. braid hair? no.         tie a tie? no. pick a lock? yes.         sew? yes.

compassion.          7/10.

empathy.          6/10.

creativity.          5/10.

mental flexibility.          4/10.

passion.          4/10.

luck.         2/10.

motivation.  2/10.

education.          8/10.

intelligence.          7/10.

charisma.          2/10.

reflexes.          2/10.

willpower.          2/10.

stamina.          4/10.

physical strength.          4/10.

battle skill.          5/10.

initiative.         2/10.

restraint.          6/10.

strategy.         6/10.

team work.          6/10.

[saetangs]

   —  task 25 :

                               kittichat ‘ kitty ’ saetang !

   inspired by : zuko ( avatar the last airbender ), aki hayakawa ( chainsaw man ), edward elric ( fullmetal alchemist ), megumi fushiguro ( jujutsu kaisen ), baek yijin ( twenty five twenty one ), fast in my car by paramore ( song ).

GENERAL

birth name. kittichat saetang. nicknames. kitty.

date of birth. march 31st. age. twenty-five. gender. cismale. pronouns. he / him.  powers. n/a. species. human.          sexuality. bisexual.   place of birth. ??           current residence. elias, california.          occupation. tba .. i’m thinking something involving tv news, probably working his way up to being a writer.

APPEARANCE

height. 6′1.     hair colour. dark brown. eye colour. black. piercings. n/a. tattoos. n/a. notable markings. n/a.     glasses/contacts? glasses, contacts irritate his eyes. faceclaim. win metawin. voiceclaim. win metawin.

HEALTH

physical ailments. n/a. allergies. n/a. sleeping habits. needs 6 hours at least and lots of coffee.           dominant hand. left. drugs / smoke / alcohol ? no / yes / occasionally.       

PERSONALITY  

positive traits. stoic, nonchalant, level-headed, pragmatic, insightful. negative traits. stubborn, defiant, flighty, unconfident, hot-tempered. usual mood. cool. likes. the warmth you get from looking at someone you care about, precision, having something to do, typing on a keyboard, classical music, a fresh pot of coffee, the smell of car air fresheners, driving with someone in the passenger seat. dislikes. his glasses being played with, pack mentality, endangering innocent people, car radio being messed with, shoes on the dashboard, missed calls on his end, replying to text messages.   bad habits. losing his temper at the worst times.

RELATIONSHIPS

mother. unnamed. father. decha saetang. siblings. lamai ‘ mai ’ saetang, half sister he had no clue about. children. n/a. birth order. oldest. significant others. n/a. closest friends. caesar reyes, elwood gray, this could be you !    

SKILLS & STATS

languages spoken. english and thai.  drive? yes>:) jump start a car? yes.         change a flat tire? yes.    ride a bicycle? yes. swim? somewhat. play an instrument? no.         play chess? yes. braid hair? no. tie a tie? no. pick a lock? yes.         sew? no. 

compassion.          9/10.

empathy.          8/10.

creativity.          7/10.

mental flexibility.          8/10.

passion.          6/10.

luck.         8/10.

motivation.  9/10.

education.          8/10.

intelligence.          8/10.

charisma.          7/10.

reflexes.          8/10.

willpower.          7/10.

stamina.          8/10.

physical strength.          9/10.

battle skill.          8/10.

initiative.         7/10.

restraint.          7/10.

strategy.         8/10.

team work.          7/10.

[saetangs]

angela.

@saetangs  ♡  location:  angela’s  decha's  little  hideout

            ❛ THIS ISN’T WHAT WE AGREED ON . ❜  not  that  angela  was  any  surprised  to  begin  with .  disappointed ,  sure ,  as  she  often  was ,  but  not  surprised .  she'd  been  waiting  in  the  same  position  for  a  little  over  an  hour  now ,  the  sandwich  she'd  so  graciously  been  gifted  and  decided  to  donate  to  him  waiting  on  the  coffee  table  by  the  couch .  ❛ you  stay  here  until  you  recover ,  then  you  go  &  pretend  you  don't  know  about  this  place .  you're  not  gonna  get  better  if  you  don't  rest . ❜  or  maybe  he  would ,  but  her  main  concern  was  decha  showing  up  with  yet  more  bruises  or  another  broken  arm ,  if  not  worse .  she  knew  how  rough  it  could  get  out  there  —  after  all ,  scott  was  still  missing ,  wasn't  he ?  ❛ did  you  get  the  antiseptic  at  least ? ❜

   eyes squint at her direction, blame it on the dim lighting or the sudden headache that enveloped him. most importantly blame it on his sudden suspicion of the other. she had been accommodating, some would even say kind but decha was simply not used to it. her going so far as to scold him for leaving when she advised otherwise ? he believed there must’ve been a deeper reason, more than just worry. slowly he makes his way towards said couch, sprawling his tired bones with ease. low sigh released. he looks to the ceiling without a word, just idly sits and zones out until he’s met with silence. decha turns to her nonchalantly. ‘ what ? ’ he questions, never one with any manners. head lifting lazily after a pause. as if this was more of an annoyance than anything. ‘ my bad . . just not all here, i guess. ’

[saetangs]

   nonchalant eyes stare at the person before them between disheveled strands of hair, gazing over their features and finally at their stance. only then after a short pause does decha decide to take a step back. he was well aware of how such a line of questioning could come off as intimidating coming from someone like him. especially in the state he was currently in. sighing, he turns to look at their surroundings idly. he just wanted some information — why was that so hard ? ‘ if you don’t know anything, you can just tell me that, ’ he starts. still, he decides to keep away from eye contact all together. ‘ and if you do, well, you can just pretend like you don’t. i’ll find out one way or another. ’

[idleminds]