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Original Character Asks

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1: What is your character’s biggest fear?

2: What is your character’s favorite memory?

3: What is your character’s least favorite memory?

4: Does anyone have a crush on your character? Is your character aware of this?

5: Describe your character’s dream date.

6: What is your character’s sexual orientation?

7: How does your character feel about their name?

8: Does your character hate anyone? Why?

9: How does your character feel about religion?

10. Would your character ever kill someone?

11: How did your character meet their best friend?

12: How would/does your character feel about roller coasters?

13: What would your character die for?

14: What is the cutest thing your character has ever done?

15: What music genre would your character listen to?

16: What other fictional characters remind you of your character?

17: Does your character have any irrational fears?

18: How would your character feel about having their life recorded?

19: What is your character’s deepest, darkest secret?

20: What is the most surprising thing about your character?

21: Is your character flexible?

22: What is the worst thing your character has ever done?

23: Is your character morally gray or black or white?

24: What prejudices does your character have?

25: Would you want to hang out with your character?

26: What is your favorite headcanon for your character?

27: What would be the worst way for your character to die?

28: What pet would your character like to have?

29: What would be your character’s favorite food?

30: Would your character have any hobbies?

31: What social media would your character use?

32: What does your character look like?

33: In what ways is your character like you?

34: What is cliche about your character?

35: What is unique about your character?

36: Does anyone want to harm your character?

37: Do people have justified grudges against your character?

38: What role does your character play in their story?

39: What would be your character’s niche on Tumblr?

40: What would be your character’s favorite school subject?

41: Would your character want to have any children?

42: What would be your character’s dream career?

43: What is your character insecure about?

44: What is your character proud of?

45: What would your character change about themselves?

46: Would you want to trade places with your character?

47: What fandoms would your character be in?

48: How would your character type?

49: How does your character stand politically?

50: What is your favorite thing about your character?

51: What is your character’s favorite animal?

52: How would your character act in gym class?

53: What clubs would your character join?

54: What is the saddest thing about your character’s life?

55: Would your character do the Ice Bucket Challenge?

56: What’s one of your character’s quirks?

57: How would your character feel about feminism?

58: Is your character dorky or more athletic?

59: What is your least favorite thing about your character?

60: If you could title your character’s life, what would you title it?

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(Hey! It's been.... A While to say the least. I missed this blog's second birthday sadly (March 1st), but with nothing else to really do (except for schoolwork im avoiding), I figure I'll probably be posting here a little bit more frequently. I'll be reblogging an ask meme or two from a while back, and prompts are back open. I have a few things in mind for a late birthday celebration, but if you have any suggestions, send 'em in.)

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elleve for the most recent ask meme

[jasonhalcy]

send me a character and I’ll tell you how I feel about them only using a meme

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One of the Slorgoldor’s childhood? ;0

(here's someone we haven't seen much of! It got a bit long and ramble-y, please excuse the mess. I had fun though, i really should talk more about Ke!)

Ke never talked about his childhood. His squad gossiped, saying he was part of government testing, or that he killed his family, or that his mother was having an affair with a palace guard, any number of terrible things really. Ke didn't comment, just leaned against Jess when it got to be too much.

When he was a child, when he was just Kansas, none of those things happened. He didn't have secret government experiments performed on him, his mom didn't sleep with one of the royal soldiers (although her brother had managed to get a post as one, she was always proud to say), and he certainly didn't kill anyone. His secret was more mundane than they thought.

The family he had was small, really, but they were happy. His father was away more often than he was home, out on buisiness, but his mother and brother were always home. His mom didn't have work obligations as her source of income was selling flowers to the local florist, and his brother was old enough to be out of school with dreams of college in the East. He had more of their mother's side of the family, bluejay, as opposed to their father's raven blood that led to Ke being a nightingale. His brother wasn't as scorned.

Ke had a friend through his childhood as well. She was inside a lot (she said her parents were strict), but she taught him many words. In return, he would sing for her. She called him a lark, smiling as he would greet the sun with a tune.

Ke loved his brother, even knowing the unfair advantage the elder son had over him by nature of appearance. That's why, when Slate said he was going to join the military, Ke was shocked. Just before Slate shipped out, his friend had moved, leaving him with nothing.

Even at his young age, Ke knew how many people came back alive from the front lines. The odds were poor on average, but with the war raging on with the north, no one came back nowdays. Still, Ke was only a child, barely in middle school, and when Slate came back in a wooden box all he could do was mourn.

Ke threw himself into writing. Managed to get a book published before he got his high school diploma, and he wondered if Slate was proud, wherever he was. He tried to live the rest of his childhood like his brother would have wanted, going out and chasing love, maybe getting some work and helping out their mother. Their father visited even less after Slate's funeral, and Ke couldn't help but feel betrayed.

When Ke got the letter that sent him off for service, he almost broke then and there. He hadn't even graduated highschool yet, and the Crown wanted him to die for them? So he ran.

He poured the energy that kept him wound up and alert during the day into his tales of machines and scholars, his poems for the sky, whatever he thought of. No endeavor was too small, no distraction too brief. His routine left him with no time to think about Slate or the fate that loomed over him.

When he finally enlisted, his childhood was a distant memory. The only remnant was the voice that gave him his Title.

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You: Hey some of the Slorgoldors aren’t good people. Me: You’re forgetting something. You: What. Me, holding all the Slorgoldors, while crying: I love them.

Believe me, I love them all so much even if some of them are, objectively, Not Good People. 

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slorgoldor 13 (i think thats his number but whichever one is the bastardchild that wants to take over the world)

(Hey! Thanks for the prompt, the evil aspiring tyrant is Elleve, so here goes!)

Sometimes, when he thought no one else was looking, Elleve liked to think about his father. He had barely known the man, as his dad was assassinated when he was young, but the memories he still had he treasured. Like how his father’s hair was the same color as his turned, a rich red-orange that seemed to glow in the sunlight. How the man read aloud to him and his sister when they were small (and seceretly, he knows he’s still young. He’s so young, and the weight of all he does comes crashing down on him and he shuts down, but he’s a practiced liar, and he tells himself it’s alright) and told them of his tales of adventure. The way his father would cover him and his sister up with his old uniform coat when he thought they fell asleep on the couch. How the smell of his cologne lingered in the house even when he was away on trips.

How it had all changed so suddenly.

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Kitty stumbles upon him one late night that had bled into an early morning. She sees him with that look in his eyes and can only turn away, but before she does she swears she sees a flicker of a man with greying red hair and a long coat behind her brother.

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(It's fine! Even i mix up the numbers sometimes, it's probably a sign i should have fewer, but i Refuse to stop. Also AAAA thank you so much for the compliment I'm so glad you enjoyed it!)

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slorgoldor 13 (i think thats his number but whichever one is the bastardchild that wants to take over the world)

(Hey! Thanks for the prompt, the evil aspiring tyrant is Elleve, so here goes!)

Sometimes, when he thought no one else was looking, Elleve liked to think about his father. He had barely known the man, as his dad was assassinated when he was young, but the memories he still had he treasured. Like how his father’s hair was the same color as his turned, a rich red-orange that seemed to glow in the sunlight. How the man read aloud to him and his sister when they were small (and seceretly, he knows he’s still young. He’s so young, and the weight of all he does comes crashing down on him and he shuts down, but he’s a practiced liar, and he tells himself it’s alright) and told them of his tales of adventure. The way his father would cover him and his sister up with his old uniform coat when he thought they fell asleep on the couch. How the smell of his cologne lingered in the house even when he was away on trips.

How it had all changed so suddenly.

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Kitty stumbles upon him one late night that had bled into an early morning. She sees him with that look in his eyes and can only turn away, but before she does she swears she sees a flicker of a man with greying red hair and a long coat behind her brother.

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🎉

Hey, its been a while, but i wanna get back into this since the blog is [checks date] over a year old, I decided I should do something special for all Three of the blog's followers.

Send in an ask, anon or not, with one (or more) of the Slorgoldors and I'll write something about them. You can include a short prompt, but it's not necessary.

Regular questions are always open as well.

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for the ask meme, bloop @ fibonacci

(Send “Bloop” to my inbox and I’ll spout a random fun fact about one of my OCs)   Fibonacci used most of his time stuck on the lowest level of the House to study various types of animals, but enjoyed learning about birds the most. His favorite animals are pigeons and quails.

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meowmewomeowmewmeww rawr! :333 

my name is tobias! I love you! :33333

meowmeow

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Meow

Meowmeowmeow! Mrawr! Mewmeowmeow!

:3

Sjjskjiei e uuudjdjdkdjdbbbcbcjkdkdkd

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(A cat has appeared in the House. It has a base cream coat, with red and gold swirled markings. The tag on its collar says it is named Tobias, but First calls it something in an translatable language. He notices this and apologises for his mistake. The cat is large for a cat, probably some kind of Maine Coon mix. All day, the cat runs around the house, hanging out with the various occupants.)

(Just before what might be midnight, the cat switches on the screen. Marsh and Delilah appear, but no one seems to be behind the camera this time. Marsh notices the camera on the ground and wipes the blood off their chin before grabbing it. The camera shows several bigger children limping away, and for a brief second Marsh's eyes turn a pale green with horizontal pupils. Marsh shakes their head and closing the camera, turning it off.)

(The screen turns on again when Marsh is at their home. Delilah walks in front of them, and someone is upstairs. Marsh ascends the stairs and knocks on the door the noise is coming from.)

"I'm home, I'll be downstairs in a few minutes," (they call before setting off to their bedroom.)

"WeLcOmE bAcK," (the other occupant calls back, faint shuffling pausing.)

(Marsh set their bag down on the bed, watching as Delilah jumps up next to it, laying down in the sun that shone through the thin curtains. They rummage through their backpack, pulling out a notebook and pen. They set the camera down on an old desk with chipping paint before settling down themself at the desk. They begin to write a series of numbers and symbols under them, along with names.)

("-2 - Negative Two- ???/0 - Miss Smith - ???/1 - the 1st - ???/2 - II - Marie?/3 - 00110011 - Rose/4 - Quatro (misspelling?) - John (?)/5 - Go - Mag/6 - Liù - Daylily/7 - ??? - Sabrina/8 - Vicereine - Jade/9 - Ke - ???(possibly unnamed)/10 - J - Januaries/11 - Elleve - ???/12 - ??? - ???/13 - Fibonacci - Dreizehn/14 - ??? - ???")

(They close the journal, take out some papers, and cover the book. A knock at the door.)

"I hAvE sOmEtHiNg To AsK yOu WhEn YoU cOmE DoWnStAiRs," (the other person in the house says.)

(Marsh sighs, then stands up. There is a slight slumping inwards of their posture as they head towards the door. Fibonacci is walking away, towards the stairs. They turn around and immediately shift expressions.)

"Oh, DeArEsT oNe, ThIs WaS nOt An ImMeDiAtE iSsUe," (Fibonacci says, kneeling down to pick up Marsh. Delilah has gotten down from the bed and gone to join in comforting her now sobbing owner.)

(Fibbonacci closes the door to Marsh's room, and the screen once again turns off.)

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For Quatro’s [REDACTED] Birthday, whenever that is.

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Quatro: Oh hey! This is a weird violin but i like it! Thank you! First: Oh God Who Gave The Baby A Gun

II: HELL YEAH LITTLE MAN YOU GO!!!

(Gunshots ring through the room, followed by a quiet whisper of “that didn’t sound good”.)

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Quatro: I carry a picture of my family with me just in case i ever have the chance to look for them again, my dad didn't know how to set a timer so all we have of him in pictures is his hand covering the lens.

II: I FOUND THIS IN MY BELONGINGS AFTER I DIED. I GUESS SOMEONE DIDN'T MUCH LIKE MY FATHER, I DIDN'T KNOW HIM SO NO IDEA IF IT'S JUSTIFIED.

1st: Other Than That None Of Us Have Pictures With Us, But Things Do Seem To Appear Around Here. I Have No Memory Of Being A Child.

00110011: i know records of my upbringing were kept in the kingdom archives beca- ... i just know. i was the cutest whelpling you ever did see, shame i don't have any portraits.

Go: Our family didn't really take pictures of any sort, never mind the fact we were seperated at birth. I do know Liù used to have a pastel pink mullet-

Liù: You said you wouldn't tell!!!

Go: It's not that bad.

Liù: °`^´°

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J: These little guys were some rowdy little tykes a few years ago before their aspects calmed down. Let me just say, even for me, a kid crying lava all over the floor while the other one is bleeding molten glass is a bit hard to deal with. Elleve used to have quite dark hair and black eyes, while his sister had sandy blonde hair and brown eyes. Also, don't tell him i said this, but Elleve is short even now, but a few years ago he was just tiny! Quite funny really, all that hatred in such a short child.

Vicereine: I'm certain I have A picture Around here Somewhere...

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???: oh, you know. very theoretical.

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(No one sits at the television, yet still it powers on. Perhaps later someone will watch, but for now the screen plays for an audience of none.)

(On screen appears the same view of the house from when Jay arrived. Significant portions of the front walls are missing. The holes are boarded up or tarped shut. The person behind the camera stands up, revealing that they were sleeping on a nest of blankets on the floor. The couch is unoccupied and has some sort of sigil drawn on the middle cushion. The camera swivels towards the staircase which has remained unharmed. Marsh decends, bedhead wild and clinging onto a blanket. Their dog pads next to them, cane softly clutched in its mouth. The dog is also wearing a vest, with a label reading "SERVICE DOG" on one side and "Delilah" on the other. The person behind the camera moves to meet them at the bottom of the stairs.)

"GoOd MoRnInG tO bOtH oF yOu."

(The person behind the camera holds out a hand for Marsh to grab, helping them down the last few stairs. The three walk over to the kitchen.)

"So, what are we doing today?"

"I aM gOiNg To ThE cItY. yOu ShOuLd CoMe AlOnG."

"I'm just worried. What if they don't like me?"

(The person behind the camera begins cooking something and making hot chocolate. They give Marsh one of the mugs and fill the dog's water bowl.)

"If ThEy DoN't LiKe YoU tHeN wE'rE fReE tO gO sOmEwHeRe ElSe. I jUsT wAnT yOu To TrY."

"... Will you come too?"

"I'lL dO wHaTeVeR yOu NeEd To FeEl SaFe."

(Neither talks for several minutes. It turns out the person behind the camera was making pancakes. Both of them eat in silence, with Marsh sneaking bits of pancake to their dog when they think the other isn't looking.)

"Thank you."

(The TV switches to a different channel. A pool competition is being broadcast. The guide lists this timeslot as "Fate of the Unnamed" and provides no introduction. The camera changes angles every 30 seconds precisely, and every time the angle changes so too does the position of all the balls, barring the cue ball. The narrator speaks in whispers and every so often the cue ball rolls on its own.)

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What are y’all’s plans for Valentine’s Day????? :)???????

(The House)Liù: Most of us aren't doing much today, we all had breakfast together but, being dead and trapped away from any partners we may have had, we don't bring up the romantic aspect of today much. We still enjoy the day, though!-----(Current Life)Elleve: Me 'n Kitty don't really celebrate, but Vicereine and J are being disgusting today. Lots of the soldiers we still have are also celebrating.----(Somewhere Completely Different)???: Oh. Is it Valentine's day?