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🔮 - Your character is having their future told by someone pretty shady. Do they call the fortune teller out or just roll with it? ??
she doesn't believe in any of that magic stuff or the like, so if she were to be dragged to this kind of places she would just let the fortune teller do their job and leave. probably laugh it off in her way out.
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💒 - DOES YOUR CHARACTER WANT MARRIAGE OR A LIFELONG COMMITMENT??
isn't that technically the same? lmao idk i personally see it like that but i think calla would like to get married and settle down in a far far far future. or maybe just have her soul mate and do what their love and be there for each other when things get hard and all that. calla is really mushy and has a lot of love to give so yeah.
GET TO KNOW CALLA !
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🎃 - WHAT IS YOU CHARACTER'S FAVORITE HOLIDAY?
she doesn't particularly have one, like most people tend to go for halloween of christmas - tho, i would think that calla would lean more towards thanksgiving-christmas giving the meaning behind all these festivities, you gather around, family is closer together and everyone is having a blast. she'd never had something like that, or more like she'd never had something that could pass as a typical family gathering, being just her dad, the small crew and her. she would not trade it for anything.
GET TO KNOW CALLA !
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🚼 DOES YOUR CHARACTER HAVE OR WANT KIDS?
calla leads a life in which having children would do no good. does she want kids? yes, absolutely. maybe after she settles down. in general, she absolutely adores kids. calla has such a loving and calm nature that i think being a mom would suit her just perfect. though she is definitely scared of the whole pregnancy ordeal and the fact that bringing a tiny baby watermelon into the world can be such an amusing/amazing thing to her.
GET TO KNOW CALLA !
Get to know my character through an ask!
🍰 - What is their favorite type of dessert or sweet? 🐢 - What type of animal would they keep for a pet? 🐙 - They are crossing the ocean. What are the circumstances and how did they get there? 🌎 - If money were no object, where would they live and what would they do with their life? (Ex: entrepreneur, playboy, philanthropist, etc) 🎂 - Do they celebrate their birthday? 🎓 - Are they well-educated? 📬 - A mysterious letter has just been found in their mailbox. How does your character react? Who would it be from? ⌚ - Is your character punctual or procrastinator? 💰 - Your character just found a fat sack of gold on a bench. What do they do with it? 👙 - Is your character trendy or do they just not give a damn? 🎠 - Your character is at the carnival. What kinds of rides or games do they check out to entertain themselves? 🔮 - Your character is having their future told by someone pretty shady. Do they call the fortune teller out or just roll with it? 🎃 - What is your character’s favorite holiday? 🎶 - What would your character say about your personal taste in music? 💒 - Does your character want marriage or a lifelong commitment? ♓ - Hey baby, what’s your sign? What would your character’s zodiac sign be and what qualities do they carry to make them fall under that sign? 🚼 - Does your character have or want kids? ⚠ - What has your character almost done that made someone talk them out of or convince them not to do it? ♿ - Is your character in some way handicapped? (This includes physical, emotional, and mental.) 💊 - Is your character on medication? If so, why? 🌞🌜 - Is your character an early bird or night owl? What makes them that way? 📚 - Does your character read? 📓 - If your character keeps a journal, what is the most secret thought they keep in it? 📰 - An obituary for your character was found in the local paper this morning. What did it say? 💢 - What frustrates your character more than anything? ✌ - Your character just made a trespass against someone else, how would they go about righting it given the chance? Or would they at all? 🍴 - What is the absolute worst meal your character has ever eaten? Were they verbal about it or did they just not say anything? 🍜 - Carnivore/Pescatarian/Vegetarian/Vegan/Other? What kind of diet does your character have? 💋 - Your character was just kissed by someone they can’t stand. Why and how did it happen? 😇 - What was your character’s last good deed? 😁 - Someone just tripped and fell in front of your character. Do they laugh or help the person up? 😨 - Your character just broke wind in public. Do they try to hide it or own up to it? 😍 - Your character’s lust object just passed right by them. How awkward do they get as they try to make conversation? 😒 - “Ugh! Not him/her/them/it again.” How does your character react to annoying people? 😂 - Your character is moved to tears. What’s a kindness that another showed to them? 😄 - What has ever made your character laugh so hard that they almost passed out? 😈 - What’s your character’s favorite cuss word? 😏 - Is your character having a dirty thought right now? 🍺 - Cheers! What is your character’s favorite alcoholic beverage? What was the last thing they got smashed off of? 💫 - Your character is suffering memory loss after being knocked unconscious. What happens afterwards and how did it happen? 💡 - What is the best idea your character ever had? 💍 - Does your character wear any type of jewelry? ⛪ - Is your character religious or spiritual in anyway? 🎱 - Your character and a talking raccoon walk into a bar… 📼 - An interrogation tape emerges regarding a recent interview with your character. What are they being questioned for? 👟 - Is your character into personal fitness? If so, what’s their exercise routine? 📺 - What would your character’s favorite TV show be? What’s their favorite genre?
🍀 - Does your character carry a good luck charm? Do they believe in luck?
carlos.
There was not a time that he didn’t enjoy playing and singing, sometimes it also could be a good escape from the world, he went to his little world when he sang, sometimes was good to forget his problems. “I always do, playing and singing, has always been a passion, and I didn’t do it for months,” he just got the guitar recently, so he stayed a long time without playing one. “Are you sure? You didn’t seem to like it so much, seemed to have bothered you.”
‘ i might have seen you do a little dance too. ’ words are hinged with humor, though she might have been lying on that one, she muses on the thought and laughs to herself. she appreciates the moment, it has been hectic for the last couple of weeks so to see someone just having a moment for themselves, and just not caring was quite a relief she shakes her head ‘ 's not that, just that this headache doesn't seem to die down. but you're fine, you're fine. ’
malle.
There was something awfully familiar about her, and for a moment, Malle hesitated before pouring. Dark brown eyes fixed on her companion, curious and searching. She didn’t often hear that accent, here. Knew it well enough to call it like her own.
In the next moment, she remembered and quickly returned to tea, and mugs, and boiling water, offering a cup to the stranger. “Here.” Malle nodded, polite. “Are you – “ She wasn’t a princess, not of Wales. That much Malle knew. But they could’ve been taking others, going down the lines. Dukes and duchesses, counts and barons. The island was hardly big enough for its current occupants. “I’m Malle.” Princess Isolde Malle, usually. Malle alone, just then. “From Wales.”
she looks at the female, a bit expectant as the tea is poured and offered. a seat is taken eventually as she wants to be more comfortable. she blames it on the headache or perhaps she has been too buried in her own business to even notice that similar accent ‘ thank you. ’ there's a shake of her head, making brown strand of hair fall slightly on her face the barely twitch of her mouth makes it seem like a grimace when in reality hers is just the smallest of smiles. while silence falls in place for only a moment and it will continue to do so after the name is spoken. it clicks and right away, the pirate's posture straightens / a sharp breath is take in return.
she has to be, right ? green hues observe even the most infinitesimal move she makes - how the upmost daintiness and most delicate hold make their presence, head shake and yet she doesn't wanna ruin the moment though and she will continue to enjoy her tea ‘ so, malle yes ? name's calla. ’
laela.
The petite Italian stopped in her tracks when someone told her off for being loud. Her blue eyes went wide before her brows furrowed in confusion because she had not made any noise. At least not on purpose. “Uhmm..” She hummed. “Are you talking to me?”
‘ oh, sorry. ’ feature go blank, word break even if she was so sure that the noise came from that specific place. there's the slightest inclination of her chin and soon there's a soft smile spreading over her lips ‘ my bad, clearly i was confusing you with whoever was just yelling. ’
jacob.
“A handful? How so?” Jacob asked with an amused grin playing at his lips. If Calla thought that, he was definitely curious to know what made the Icelandic crown prince a problem. It seemed like crown royals were worse than the others, in general, which must have something to do with their bruised egos being brought here. “The princess I watch was a handful at first, too. She tried to smuggle a knife into my villa. But we’ve come to an understanding.” In a way that was surprising for both of them. The Portuguese princess was not one to be tamed and, recognizing that, Jacob decided to finally just give her a knife that she couldn’t do a lot of damage with. It was an odd way to build some trust but it worked. He was assured Calla could handle whatever her assigned prince threw at her. “This goes without saying, but if you need anything, don’t hesitate to let me know.”
‘ 'm just going by first impressions. ’ she admits, truthfully she really does think the prince by look, is a handful. chapped lips purse as she meditates about the whole ordeal, arms crossed as she is more laid back ‘ mostly a loud one. i'm trying to let him adjust to the place and rules before i can take other methods in hand.. ’ features soften as she listens to jacob talk about the royal, nodding every now and again before she is once again leaning forward, gaze on her superior ‘ it's a valid reaction, i suppose. ’ words are tinged with the softest of laughs as they come; she understands royals to an extent, she tries to at least so of course she has an idea of what they she. deal with or will deal with. ‘ should it get out of my control, of course i will - thank you captain. ’
niklas.
“Well unfortunately, other than the medication, I’m unsure of how I could be of assistance.” He admitted with a shrug. “If it were muscle soreness, I’d offer a massage, but I doubt that’d help the pounding in your head.” Niklas reasoned, standing up from his table, near hers, before taking a seat across from her, closing a bit of the distance between them. “Yeah. Watching their friends get killed was tough for many of the royals. I honestly couldn’t care less. It was her own fault. Who thought starting a fire would be a good idea? The award for most idiotic escape plan goes to her.”
‘ you're too kind, really. ’ she commented, a perfectly defined brow arching as she's leaning in against the table; emerald hues follow him until he's seated in front of her. a hawk-like gaze that could devour anyone in an instant, perhaps she's to wary of loyals too wary at times, she had her reasons. ‘ it was really an idiotic idea. one that could have also costed our lives. it's sad but each one is responsible for their actions. ’ at the same time, calla tries to see reason. she wants to understand them but doesn't necessarily want to justify their actions.
I don’t have to forgive to heal. This anger has healed me in more ways than forgiving a person ever could.
A person heals in different ways | n.b (via sickly)
jacob.
“Calla,” Jacob returned her greeting with a nod. A permanent look of grim acceptance kept his features tight, a crease in his brow. Time on the island went from bland stagnation to a terrifying frenzy and then back to almost normal in over a span of a couple of weeks. “I wanted to stop by and check in. You were recently assigned a prince to watch over, yeah? Any trouble with him?” Now every new royal brought to the island was some kind of wild card. Would they stir up the others? What were the ones here a while planning? Jacob didn’t think he was paranoid, but he wanted to be cautious. He had no doubts his first mate could handle the Icelandic prince, he just didn’t know the man and thought Calla could provide some insight.
there's an odd sense of familiarity & trust that has her rigid bearing relaxing, features soften and slacken as soon as a word spoken. and though, she understand where her captain is coming from / the island had been under so much chaos on and off in the span of days - weeks even, it has been hectic to say the very least. ‘ i appreciate it, and aye just found out. had to check in on him and well ’ the words stop abruptly, interrupted by the a quiet laugh, she keeps calm tho and tries to be as reassuring as she could be ‘ a handful at first, i'm positive he will tone it down as he gets used to this place. if anything happens, i will keep it under control. ’ for whatever her words are worth at least.
niklas.
The prince hummed in thought, wondering how he could resolve the situation for the pirate. It was a clear opportunity to get on her good side, and possibly gain a new ally and friend. “Is there any Advil or Aleve around? I can get it for you, if you’d like? Make up for the rude behaviour of others?” Niklas offered, smiling softly. “I have no idea what made him think it was okay to do that, but it certainly isn’t acceptable if you ask me.”
consideration wraps up in a brief moment of silence, and while the gesture is appreciated - the woman shakes her head as a reassuring smile is given in return to the offer. if anything, the pirate doesn't often likes to rely on anyone unless it is absolutely necessary, not out of mere stubbornness but something that has been ingrained onto her since a little kid ‘ another one? i'm not trying to be out for days. ’ she jokes, a soft frosty breath breaking through the line of her lips ‘ well, like i said: manners. it's been a difficult time as of late i assume. ’
Artificial Selection | 2018
it’s such a long shot, everything that we’ve got, just living on this rock, surrounded by the sea.
with our shoes off, balancing on rooftops, you put your faith in preachers, i put my faith in me.
ragnar.
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The room looked like something halfway between teenage rebellion and aftermath of a natural disaster. It had been a very nice room to begin with, better than anything he’d expected, with all the trappings of a high-end hotel whose heyday had passed. Queen bed. Attached bathroom with shower and tub, albeit very limited water pressure. A surfeit of pillows.
Ragnar pushed his hair back and heaved a sigh.
The first pass was to look for anything he could possibly use as a weapon, tool, communicator, anything. There were electrical cords, but unless he also planned to haul around the television set along with them, they probably wouldn’t work. The lamp, maybe, in a pinch.
The second pass happened in the middle of the night. He woke up in cold sweat and lingering panic, which he worked off by feverishly tearing the room apart in search of surveillance. Not that he necessarily knew what surveillance might look like, especially not in the dark of the night, but still.
And now it was dawn, and here he was, in the middle of a completely trashed hotel room serving as a prison. He’d never trashed a room this badly before, at least not on purpose. He felt an odd sense of accomplishment before the desperation set in again.
Mér er ofboðið, maybe the best way to smoke out his watchers was to go calling for them.
He flung open the door (they didn’t lock him in? He should’ve tried the door earlier) and stuck his head out.
“Hello? Anyone?” And then, in the loudest voice he could manage at - well, it looked like it was the crack of dawn, but who knew - whatever hour this was - “Room service!”
her, an early bird - always up even before the sun could join the clouds above. doesn't matter where or what's she done the night prior, you can bet calla would be up early enough. this morning was no exception, emerald hues open up to a quiet room, numerous items and trinkets of personal use scattered around it that she's been planning to put back in place before it gets messier. silences stretches on, and she gets up thinking of all the tasks she must do today, and with this, of course came the fact that she has now been assigned a royal to watch over.
she was more than ready by then, clean and more eager to take the rest of the day / having completed a few minor errands before she could move onto bigger ones. the pirate makes her way out of the villa, a moment to let the ambiance sink in the gentle swaying of the palms at shore, the seagulls gently lulling everybody that could hear soft yet determined steps lead the way through the silvery vapor that invades so early, the main building is her goal.
perhaps it is in her curious self to be doing this on her own accord, no more than that. a way to somehow get to know who she'll be dealing with should disaster hit. calla is known for her gentle nature, yet she will be direct and firm when it comes to work.
once the goal is reached, she directs to the room she's been told she would find ragnar. much to her dismay, there is a frosty breath that escapes past the chapped line of her lips at the sight of him yelling and screaming, stops come to a dry halt and the pirate is left standing with a hint of confusion and perhaps even a small amount of annoyance.
‘ hey ! ’ the word comes out effortlessly, not daring to yell back but rather loud for the prince to hear the authority in her voice. she stands still, eyes locked on the male in front of her as brows knit into a sharp line ‘ what the hell do you think you are doing? ’
🍃 - what’s one thing that you regret never saying?
SOFT ASKS.
‘ one that is most sticking with me is the fact i could never say goodbye properly goodbye to my father, i'm not gonna get too into that. but i miss him. ’
🍃 WHAT'S ONE THING YOU REGRET NEVER SAYING?
