[ 🧱 ] how would you describe your muses’ morality? what are their core values?
I'm glad you asked! She would actually count as true neutral on the alignment chart, maybe even neutral evil, or chaotic neutral. She's a weird case!
She doesn't care for others, but she understands the horrors of the world and can sympathize, empathize with both the poor and the rich. She respects the law, but when the law fails, she will act as she sees fit. Righteous but fair. Cold, but kind. I don't know if this makes any sense, but I hope this has helped. I really suggest reading more about alignments, especially looking at this page!
[ ❌ ] is there something your muse struggles with that they might never overcome? what is it? why do they have so much trouble with it?
Her hunger for anything considered "life energy", from dreams, psychic energy, to literal blood and meat. What affects her the most however is the physical stuff as her father is a traditional vampire.
She'll probably never overcome it, as in, it'll never go away. She satiates it by indulging in it every now and then, with willing participants. If she's desperate and on the verge of losing control, she'll use some poor sod that she's fighting. Funny enough, indulging in it too much will also have her lose control, but instead of going feral, it'd be more like she'd act more vampiric and less humanoid.
She has so much trouble with it, because it's simply a part of her, something she can't change. A person can't change what they are, only who they are.
Of course, for her, the temptation has also manifested as something ethereal and physical.
arse. ass. asshole. bastard. bitch. bloody. bugger. bollocks. chicken shit. crap. cock. cunt. dick. frick. fuck. horseshit. motherfucker. piss. prick. screw. shit. shitass. son of a bitch. twat. wanker. pussy.
𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓.
christ on a bike. christ on a cracker. damn. goddamn. godsdamn. hell. holy shit. jesus. jesus christ. jesus h christ. jesus h. roosevelt christ. lord have mercy. jesus, mary and joseph. sweet jesus.
𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓
contractions or enunciation? straightforward or cryptic? jargon or toned? complexity or simplicity? finding the right word or using the first word that comes to mind? masculinity, neutrality, or femininity? formalities or abrasiveness? praise or equivocation? frankness or lies? excessive or minimal hand gestures? name-calling or magnanimity? friendly or blunt nicknames?
𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁’𝚂 𝙿𝙾𝙸𝙽𝚃 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙰𝙲𝚁𝙾𝚂𝚂 𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙻𝚈 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙰𝙺? almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never.
𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂? almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never.
𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙱𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂? almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never.
𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚄𝚂𝙴 ‘𝚆𝙷𝙾𝙼’ 𝙸𝙽 𝙰 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴? yes / no / only ironically.
𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙰 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙿𝙾𝙸𝙽𝚃. 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙳𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝚄𝚂𝙴? but / though / although / however / perhaps
𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂? walk away / ask if that’s everything / say that’s everything / give a proper goodbye / tell their company they’re done here / remain quiet / they don’t.
𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙳𝙳𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂? titles / first names / surnames / full names / nicknames
The Hunger is not just a feeling Sybil has, but a creature that haunts most if not all of her bloodline — Sybil is just the first of her blood to be able to talk to it. It is only visible by her, those who can break reality such as reality benders, those who are capable of weaving strong magic, those who can see into the ethereal and those who can commune with spirits. Deities and similarly powerful entities can also see The Hunger.
The Hunger takes many shapes, forms, and feelings, but its favored appearance is a masculine pitch black humanoid with no facial features. Bottomless holes for eyes, no nose, no lips or mouth, though it has a constant indentation of a smile, as if pressed through fabric. It has no genitalia. Its ribs overlap through its flesh, but it never leaks blood. It has long, spindly limbs and bony protrusions that could be called fingers. It has a semblance of hair, though it seems to be made of complete shade.
Only the gods know what The Hunger truly is, besides itself.
Sybil actually has no idea what phones, computers and the like are. Should she end up in the wrong realm, she'll probably need someone to explain it to her.
Full Name: Sybil Abigail Jager
Nicknames: Syb, Sybby, Abby
Age: 10, 18+ (Varies per RP/AU. Very flexible, just ask!)
Birthday: February 27th (Pisces)
Location: South Park, Colorado
Gender: Female (Cis)
Sexuality: Straight
Romantic: Straight (Not 100% sure here.)
Physical attributes: (Here only until her art is completed! Enjoy the lackluster description.) Chestnut brown hair, slightly past her shoulders. Bright amber eyes. Average glasses if not wearing contacts.
Abilities/ Traits:
- Phoenix Heart: If Sybil is dead or near death, her body will spontaneously combust, turn to ash, then revive her within an uncertain amount of time. If not dead, she CAN feel the flames finish her off, and the pain never gets any easier to handle (She’d rather kill herself off to prevent this). When she is revived, she is either spawned at the same spot, or a few feet away, from her ashes. As she grows older she has more control on where she regenerates, and the distance. 99% of people will forget about her revival a few short minutes after the fact. If they see it enough times (200- 300+), OR if they care an exceptional amount about her, they can remember her deaths.
- Ambidextrous: Sybil taught herself how to use both of her hands equally! She does favor her right when it comes to writing, though.
Bio: Sybil could say the first few years of her life were decent, from what she can remember, anyway. Her family wasn’t broken up, and she lived a very wonderful life on her parent’s farm. Something changed when she turned 5, however. Something has spooked one of the family horses; a lovely mare simply remembered as Ginger, and she had kicked Sybil in the head. When the paramedics arrived, she had long since passed, and could not be revived. Yet, something strange happened. Even before she could be fully placed in the ambulance, her body erupted into harsh, powerful flames, and almost immediately turned her body to ash.
Everyone was stunned, and unsure what to do. There was nothing that could have caused that to happen. A few more minutes went by, and the entire situation was written onto paper, as well as reported to the police. With nothing else that could currently be done, the group began to disperse, only to be interrupted one last time. The girl’s ashes burst into flame once more, reforming into a fully clothed, and extremely confused Sybil.
She knew what had happened, and she fully remembers dying, and yet, here she was. It seemed after a few minutes had passed and the last embers flew off, that… Everyone seemed to forget that she had died. The horse’s kick “Didn’t do any damage to her, and must have barely touched her”. The case was dropped.
Her story doesn’t end there, though. The reports were still saved into the system, and it soon caught the eye of some ‘scientists’ who ‘legally’ wriggled themselves into the files, and caught this interesting situation. The leader even claimed he had seen this type of thing before, and ordered his subordinates to capture the girl. They left for the farm, to talk about what happened with Sybil. Her parents outright refused to talk to these crazy people asking about their daughter’s supposed death. The scientists would not take no for an answer, and had shot them dead after a few more failed attempts, and stole her away.
They had experimented on her for 3 years. Killing her in whatever ways they saw fit, recording everything on camera and paper as to not forget what has happened, or even why they have kidnapped a child. Only a few managed to begin to remember about her abilities over the years. (WIP! Long story short from here, she escaped, and lives on the move with her older brother and aunt, staying out of reach of those who wish to harm her.)
(Bio written on the fly. It is open for revisions, since it will probably need to be cleaned up. Apologies!)
Favorite Things: DINOSAURS HOLY SHIT (Chickens and other birds are in this category), Chinpokomon/ Pokemon, her pet rooster Boots, Repo! The Genetic Opera, applesauce.
Dislikes: People who don’t close up bread bags all the way (enjoy your stale bread, assholes)
Fears: Latrophobia - Fear of Doctors (Or anyone in a lab coat): This is an absolutely crippling fear. Seeing a doctor or scientist in person can send her into a panic attack.
Fantasy Alias/ Character
“I’d be a worthy addition to your plight! …Assuming you could afford my favor, yeah?”
Name: Spalding Ashton Jagger
Nicknames: Spald, Spal, Douchebag (and its many variants.)
Class: Slayer, “Mercenary for Hire”
Personality: Suave, (Somewhat) Capable, Full of Shit
Gender: Male
Bio: In order to play with the boys early on, Sybil took on a male persona for this game. She could not pick a side, however, and instead allows them to buy her services, but they only go as far as providing protection and strength in fights. She will still lash out with insults as required, and won’t do anything above her pay grade. She can be hired hourly for any price she deems worthy, and makes sure that anything she does while ‘under contract’ is not personal. Accepted payments can consist of: Food, money, various trinkets. Payment required up front. No refunds.
“Spalding” may also take his pet ‘cockatrice’ around with him on a leash. In actuality, the cockatrice is a massive, tame brahma rooster named Boots. However, this rooster is fiercely protective of Sybil, and will attack anyone she takes offense to. Other than that, he is very tolerant of people as a whole, and enjoys sitting in people’s laps, being pet.
Super Hero Alias/ Character
(Adult Image Shown)
“Some gifts weren’t meant to be given.”
“Well, what are you supposed to do then?!”
“…Why, return them, of course.”
Name: Knight Owl
Nicknames: Owl, Bird Brain, The Blender
Class: Ripper/ Rogue
Personality: Loyal, Overconfident, “Shy”
Gender: ???
Bio: As Knight Owl, Sybil can be pretty quiet when out in the field, only seeming to speak when spoken to. If you’re REALLY lucky, she will make an owl pun, however. She doesn’t quite care what people refer her as while in costume.
Her adult costume is custom tailored, for ‘cosplay’ purposes, but each piece is fully functional for… Recreational work. Her mask has her glasses prescription in it’s lenses, allowing her mask to sit closer to her face. Her ripper claws are extremely sharp, and excellent for climbing, hooking onto objects, or the more obvious use of maiming someone. The thumb and ‘pinky’ talons can adjust their position to appear like an owl’s foot.
