#about circinus

[awoken-lights]

Updated Voice Claim List

Isi - Finka

Cir - Sova

Core - Nomad

Ehries - Alune

Pharne - Syndra (echo gets stronger or lighter depending on her control) /

Apostle - Pantheon

Dianthe - Yuumi

Kelpie - Sisyphus

Rosemary - Samira 

Halo - Zyra (when voice mod active / doesn’t care for appearance) / Iana (when caring about appearance / voice mod isn’t active)

Medusa - Viper (when her voice mod is active) / Artemis (normal)

Zikris - Echo

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Tell us about a small, passing relationship your muse has with someone in their everyday life. Are they on a first name basis with their barista? What about the busdriver? (for Circinus?)

Given that Circinus works and tutors at City library that civilians are more likely to be at, he has gotten familiar with the staff that works there the same time he does, though none moreso than with Tia. They aren’t necessarily friends, but they are friendly with each other and they do chat when they’re both there but aren’t busy (such as when the people Cir tutors haven’t shown up and she’s not busy doing her work as a tech help around the same area). They do occasionally get coffee for each other, but they don’t really talk much outside of the library.

[awoken-lights]

🎵 free for all (yours, yours + mine, yours + others)

But, oh, we're not the same Time doesn't care what you went through It moves like nothing's changed

He woke up softly; a quiet inhale to tune of the breeze, the following exhale in sync with the petals that drifted in the mists. Pale lavender eyes blinked open, the sky a prism of stars, nebulous clouds, the clouded sun. A Ghost hovered in front of him. “Good morning,” her? voice was soft, strong, sturdy. It reminded him of something...someone. “You’ve been brought back by the Light of the Traveler, by me! I’m your Ghost.”

Standing slowly, he reached for her, hands gentle against her shell. Though his throat was parched, he rasped a question, “My Ghost? Do I have a name? Do you have name?” There was something tugging at his memory, a flash of golden eyes, nearly the same color as the Ghosts’ optic. It lurked just below the surface, calling to him softly, as if a lullaby were on the breeze.

Her shell tilted, black with gold stripes and purple filigree. “I do not have a name, but if you would like to give me one than I’ll definitely accept it. It would be nice to have a name of my own. As for you...I get the feeling that not all of your memories have been fully locked away. What name do you remember, if any?”

He was quiet for a few moments, even deep in thought, he took in the details surrounding him; mist, petals on the wind, deep blue robes on his body, long purple hair left loose that needed a good brushing, armor scattered around the area, and what he could only imagine were corpses. He turned from the sight, holding his Ghost close.

Golden eyes burned in his vision, a rakish smile, a held out hand. “I think I’ll call you Tiger, if that’s alright with you?” Seeing his Ghost spin her shell in contemplation, he waited till bounced in a nod. “I think...I think I was called Circinus once. I think I’d like to be called that again.”

“Circinus? Oh! After the constellation? Someone must’ve thought you’d map the way for others I bet, that’s the sort of compass that constellation is for at least. As a Warlock, that’s a pretty accurate comparison, but in truth, it is up to you which path you choose to follow.”

[ Fuck what they say. Circinus, you’re brilliant, and if they won’t give you the chance to prove it, then I say you just gotta show them all anyway ]

A gasp was wrenched from his chest, shaky and ragged, eyes blinked frantically as he looked around for the source of the voice. Tiger bonked against his forehead, and he focused on her. “I heard a voice, a woman...she said something similar to me in the past...I, I...is this normal?”

A digital hum followed, the Ghost flying away to scan the area. “Yes and no. While it’s not especially common for this to happen, it still does. You’re hearing memories, the ones that slipped through your Light. There’s nothing to be afraid of with them. However, the cold and the warring fiefdoms and the Fallen are definitely things to be concerned about. There’s some armor here that’ll fit you, and a couple working guns. I’ll get you someplace safe, and then you can decide which path you’ll take.”

Following her instructions, fragments of a lullaby filtered through his memory. “I wonder who she was....” Perhaps she was still alive? He hoped...and yet he wasn’t sure when he hoped to find this out. Focusing on survival was easier, cateloging everything he had and listening to Tiger about the state of the world, the only memory that slipped through his focus was that of golden eyes and an open hand held out to him.

[One day, I’m gonna get out of this hell hole. I’ll bring you with me if you’d like.]

[awoken-lights]

♡♡♡ Cir

- He’s a nerd. Let him be a nerd without making fun of him / making sure he knows that your muse is teasing him instead of making fun, and he will be happy to ramble about things

- Go on walks with him around the City gardens / let him take your muse out to look at nature/natural phenomena that looks cool cause he will enjoy it quite a lot

- Brush his hair out of his face, hold his hand to guide him places or just to keep him close, boop his nose - small physical gestures of affection mean a lot to him and he might even get flustered if he isn’t expecting it (but he normally will smile too regardless of whether he’s blushing or not)

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🍓 Cir :3

- He’s chubby! I’m pretty I’ve mentioned it before but, Cir in on the chubbier side (not by much but he def has more chub than muscle and is very soft for cuddles) but he’s been teased for it which has given some self esteem issues. HOWEVER, that means if you compliment him on his chub, his brain sort of breaks and he gets all flustered but melts and gets very happy so....

- He has, accidentally technically, stolen a couple books before. It was an actual accident because he borrowed them from the library (not Seraphs’ lol) but then was sent on a mission and so he forget that’s where they technically belonged and has kept them. Miraculously, the three he kept were not tied to him in the system so he doesn’t owe any money on them

- While a lot of his books are fantasy ones, he also enjoys romcoms/romances, poetry, philosophy + theology textbooks, and myths. Because of this, he will sometimes volunteer at the library or other places to tutor City kids in reading and writing (fiction, nonfiction, poetry, and academic), along anyone else really (including Guardians), as well as offers “classes” in the study of myths and poetry

- He loves banana and banana flavored treats (like banana bread or pudding)

- He’s ambidextrous but is naturally left-handed

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Ghosts:

Circinus: he/him - bi

Snowdrop: she/her - bi (preference for ladies)

Tabernacle: he/him or they/them - demi/bi

Kelpie: he/him - bi (preference for dudes)

Styx: she/her or they/them - pan