baby pink | iridescent | glitter is always a good option | no bra | minimalistic tattoos | cherry patterns | sweet scented perfumes | wearing generous amounts of blush | doodling hearts | getting excited to pet an animal | fun nails | rewatching old barbie movies | hair sticking to glossed lips | heart shaped sunglasses | taking pictures of the sunset or sunrise | stuffed animals | protecting nature | stickers everywhere | teen movies | the light rain that falls from a clear sky at the beginning of the night |
DARK ACADEMIA
neutral tones | masculine outfits | studying languages | worn down copy of books | grey skies | turtleneck sweaters | loose fitting pants | hair tied with a silk ribbon | trying to remember a cool difficult word you read somewhere to use in a convo writing | thick belts | minimal makeup | windows fogged by rain | vintage jewellery | blouses with cuffed sleeves | reading a murder mystery and trying to solve it | oxford style shoes | sweater vests | subtitled old movies in a language you don’t speak | leaves crackling as you walk | annotating books to express your emotions about the story |
EDGY
closet full of dark clothes | fishnet tights | makeup sweating off | neon signs | searching for unknown songs | chokers | band tees | doodling on old converses | finding smoking aesthetically pleasing but not doing it | weird humour | accidentally very dramatic | dim lights | layered outfits | chain belts | chipped nail polish | messy hair | low quality pics | piercings | combat boots | scribbling on desks
70s
colourful wardrobe | doodling flowers | wearing short shorts | using a bikini top or bra as a normal top | listening to ABBA | flowers in your hair | DIY’ing everything | jamming to songs alone in your room | drunkenly telling your friends you love them | patterned bandanas | mid heeled shoes | messy braids | flared sleeves | walking barefoot on grass or sand | bold sunglasses | the good kind of tired you get after doing something you enjoy for hours | feeding stray animals | fun patterned socks | room decorated with succulents and other plants | likes to go roller skating or skateboarding |
PREPPY CASUAL
collared clothes | drinking juice out of a champagne glass | getting excited to see the met gala looks | thick headbands | small pastel cardigans | making your friends take your ootd pics | plaid mini skirts | tweed two pieces | watching reality tv to pass time | frilly tops | watching old hollywood movies | academically driven | long manicured nails | new year’s eve fireworks | colourful tights | layered golden jewellery | yearns for luxury brand items | decorating your room with faerie-lights | cursive and neat handwriting | lace details |
full name . rey. just rey.
nickname / alias . pain in my ass (courtesy of poe dameron)
gender . cis female
height . 5 feet 6 inches
age . 21
zodiac . cancer
languages . common. droidspeak. shyriiwook. jawa trade language.
𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 !
hair color . brown.
eye color . hazel.
skin tone . neutral light.
body type . athletic, slim.
accent . classified ‘british’.
voice . smooth, slightly airy.
dominant hand . right, ambidextrous in combat.
posture . rey has more of a hunched posture given she’s spent many nights curled up in the belly of an at-at or otherwise shielding her treasures/foods from passerbys and rival scavengers. she’s been disciplining herself through jedi training to straighten her posture, however.
scars . numerous. most notably a cut from a fight with a raider on her left forearm, a few scars that never faded on her torso and legs from her first starkiller base fight. most of these were erased through ben solo’s sacrifice on exogol.
tattoos . none.
birthmarks . none.
most noticeable features . her hairstyles. most notably always in three distinct buns; she likes to believe her mother wore this hairstyle, bringing her that much closer to her missing parents.
𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 !
place of birth . n/a
hometown . west of the nima outpost on jakku.
birth weight . n/a
birth length . n/a
manner of birth . n/a
first words . dad.
siblings . n/a
parents . unknown.
parental involvement . rey’s parents left her in the care of unkar plott at the age of six, never to be heard from again.
𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 !
occupation . scavenger / jedi
current residence . tattooine
close friends . finn. poe dameron. rose tico. bb-8.
relationship status . single.
financial status . fluctuates with work.
driver’s license . n/a.
criminal record . n/a.
vices . ronto wraps.
𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !
sexual orientation . bisexual.
romantic orientation . demiromantic.
preferred emotional role . submissive | dominant | switch
preferred sexual role . submissive | dominant | switch
libido . average leaning towards lower. she’s got things to get done, but when she’s actually involved with someone it sky-rockets.
turn ons . teasing, excessive foreplay, praise, aggressiveness, inappropriate use of the force, hand-holding.
turn offs . anything involving degradation
love language . physical touch, words of affirmation.
relationship tendencies . relationships are a luxury rey usually cannot afford, but has thought about every now and then. given her status in the resistance and as a jedi, she doesn’t engage in long-term relationships often if at all. casual could happen.
𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 !
character’s theme song . half god half devil in this moment
hobbies to pass the time . tinkering, training, reading, conversing with rebels on the base to hear their stories of the world.
mental illnesses . ptsd.
physical illnesses . exertion of using the force will make her physically ill to the point of exhaustion , nausea , and something akin to the flu
left or right brained . left brained.
phobias . darkness. being alone. no one remembering her.
self confidence level . confident on some things, insecure on others.
vulnerabilities . her heart / she wears her heart on her sleeve and insists no one is as bad as the worst thing they have ever done. it tends to bring heartache and unimaginable guilt to the table, but she still tries.
𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 . @crosswraith omg bee this was so long
𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 . @coronadelsol @adtenebras @ichorcrowncd @nabxrrie
Bon did not sleep much nowadays, not when there was work to be done. Things to be researched. New knowledge to be slipped into the ever-widening cracks that have begun forming in his psyche, not to mention chisels to be wielded to cause the cracks in the first place. Every profane glyph his eyes roved over carved let more of the useless base of Bon there was, either uncovering the truly perfect sculpture beneath, or creating a fissure into which he poured the molten gold that was knowledge.
Bit by bit, he made himself anew every day. But knowledge was not all that was wiggling its way into the wounds in his psyche.
Bon’s eyes opened to brightly lit darkness. A foggy room, circular, no more than 30ft in diameter, surrounded on all sides by infinite, impenetrable black from which a strange light shone, illuminating the area. A dream, he concluded immediately, but before he have another thought in the same vein, he heard a familiar sound: the bow of a violin raking across its strings, effortlessly forming a melody.
“I get eight hours of sleep a week and I have to spend them here with you.” Bon remarked, appearing on his feet in this dreamscape.
“It’s good to see you again too, Bon.” Said the spirit of the lanky jester that stood opposite to the diminutive goblin, his back to the dreamer whose consciousness he had invaded as he played a simple, flowing song.
“Uh-huh. So what is this? Are you projecting into my dream?” Bon asked as he paced the room, finding out that he could go no closer or further from Rey, and no matter which direction he traveled in, Rey always stayed at the opposite side of the room. He didn’t move but to play his tune.
“Not quite. I’m casting Dream.” There was a hint of amusement in his voice, some pride as well. Though his back was to Bon, he could still see the goblin’s eyebrows raise in surprise. His stonefaced demeanor did not follow him into the dream world.
“That’s not how that works. When you enter the Shadowfell, your strengths get stripped away.” Bon stated, as though magic could not do the impossible anyway. “You don’t keep anything but your memories.” ... Right?
“HAH! Bon, any nobody from nowhere who dies with a grudge can become a bonified poltergeist if their emotions were strong enough!” The violin suddenly screeched, howling as though it could feel pain, “And mine were... very potent when I died. It’s only natural.” Plus, Rey mused to himself as he settled back into his slow song, it’s fitting that I be a few steps above some simple ghost. It’s what I deserve.
Bon held his chin in thought, mind chewing on this. That knowledge he worked so hard to cram into his head was proving frustratingly incomplete here; there was a precedent for especially hateful souls to cling to the Material Plane, but Rey did not. As far as he knew, the jester was still condemned to the Shadowfell. ... Wait. The Shadowfell. Could--
“So how is everyone?” Rey’s voice was a knife severing the threads he had just been trying to connect. The answer to the riddle danced off the edge of his mind and into oblivion, despite his attempts to drag it back. Dammit.
“Recovering. After the wasteland mishap, everyone wanted a vacation. Everyone’s still on edge, because the first vacation went to hell.” Bon had a good time at the hot springs, but no one else did, especially not Vastalin. The man blessed by the Tengeriin... Another curiosity to study. Another book to read on the mountainous pile he had already assembled.
“Really? What happened?” More amused curiosity, the tune stopping briefly as Rey’s head turned ever so slightly towards his captive audience.
“Ask them. I’m not a storybook.” The goblin lied, his papery form fluttering lightly from an unseen breeze as if to call him out on it. He would have told Rey everything, as is his nature, but he had more burning questions in line first. “Why are you even here?”
“A few reasons. One, to see if I could, and I can.” The violin resumes, “Two, to check in on everyone. I don’t know if I can reach them just yet; your mind is the most familiar one to me, so I went with you first.” It was his turn to lie that time. How hard he had tried to reach Celos, only to be blocked by his divine connection... But with Bon, the doors were open. Inviting. “And three, I had a proposal for you.”
Silence. Even in the dream, Rey could feel Bon’s eyes burning into his back, as they always did in life. Now, though, it was a literal heat. Go on, his intense stare said, you have my attention.
“I want to come back.”
“Celos still has your remains--” Bon couldn’t even finish before Rey held up a hand to halt his sentence.
“Not like that. Not in that way. I can’t come back in that body. In that... shape. Not when I could be so much more.” The music began to get a bit more frantic, as Bon noted the hand Rey held up was not either of the hands he was using to play. “And especially not with them still around.”
Ziskudar and Ramona. Especially Ramona.
“I’m pretty sure if you asked, Celos, Iska, and Neea would gut them on the spot to get you back.” 20% sure, really. “Scooter might actually do it herself.” Powerful body, but fragile mind. Another book to study, that one. To have channeled a demigod--it was all he could do to restrain himself from pulling out her soul and examining the changes personally. He settled for looking over what samples she allowed from her blood and body, seeing just how twisted she had become inside and out.
Rey laughed him off, “Maybe. But I won’t ask that of hi--of them. Not unless I get desperate.” The music has not slowed.
“Suit yourself. So. Coming back. How do you plan on that?”
“With your help, of course.” Another silent stare, urging him to continue. “And with a bit of help from our old friend.” Another hand raised. The music did not stop.
Four arms, but only two were his. The threads pulled back together, seizing the puzzle piece from oblivion and dragging it into place, the riddle solved the moment Bon saw the spines, the claws, the wisps of shadow.
“Mar’rak.” Bon had gotten a very, very good look at the arms of the demon prince during the battle on the tower. Arms that now sprouted from the jester’s shoulders, thinned to the point of being sticks to match the rest of him. “How did--”
“These secrets and more can be yours...” The arms moved as though the joints were backwards, holding up a single finger to the back of Rey’s head as though shushing Bon, a shadowy smile spreading from the finger outwards. Rey slowly began turning himself to face Bon, letting the goblin see just why he had been facing away in the first place. “For the low, low price of helping me reach the Feywilds from here.”
The hook set, baited, dangling before him. Knowledge. Information. More chisels to carve him into his perfect self.
i can’t help but think that, while all of rey’s friends might drink and ( rightfully so ) forget about the shit they’re all dealing with.... rey’s ONLY experience with alcohol was that it was worth more to her parents than she was, and that she’d be terrified to try it out of fear of ending up like the worthless people who abandoned her.
i got tagged by the one, the only, lux lethor : @acecaptaincold
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Nickname: Rey
Star sign: Aquarius
Height: 5′1″
Favourite music artist: Currently it’s David Bowie
Last TV show you watched: America’s Next Top Model
What kind of stuff do you post: DCTV and whatever else I want
Do you have any other blogs: Yes
Why did you choose your url: I wanted something different from BarryAndCiscos (cuz I don’t really ship them oops) and at the time I was hardcore ColdFlash so I was like.. BarryAndLen....
Hogwarts House: Slytherclaw (I’m technically a Ravenclaw but I’ve been getting Slytherin on the tests lately and it makes sense so)
Pokémon team: I don’t know a Pokémon
Favourite colour: Black or Emerald
Lucky numbers: 7?
How many blankets do you sleep with: 2
Dream job: Screenwriter. Anything in the film/writing industry would make me immensely happy.
favorite color: hunter green (and black. yes, that counts.)
currently reading: The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo, Klara and the Sun and the haikyuu manga
last song: Sonne, Mond und Sterne by Horrorkissen
last series: The Legend of Vox Machina, i got my dad to watch it with me and we binged it yesterday
last movie: Fiddler on the Roof, i rewatch it as often as possible when i'm visiting my parents
sweet, spicy, savory: call me basic but savory
currently working on: squealing santa, one more commission for @wertzunge (thank you for the patience!), a request, a birthday os and a few of my own ideas
no pressure tags: @parkersaysthings @duckymcdoorknob @fanfic-chan @ticklygiggles
