#dossier.

[agentone]

𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚂.

full name:    joseph antonio cormac costello. alias(es):    agent one. nicknames:    joey. age:    27. birthdate:    11-25-1998. identity:    male, he/him/his. orientation:    pansexual. occupation:    special agent at D.H.O.R.K.S. residence:    [ REDACTED ]

𝙿𝙷𝚈𝚂𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻

height.    5'5". build.    slim, athletic.  eyes.    hazel, lots of blue-green in the mix. hair.    dark chocolate brown. complexion.    warm, golden-olive. voice.    a deep yet nasally, fast-paced cadence, and a tense, high-energy tone. subtle new york accent with a hint of something melodic. scars.    surgical scar along his right leg after breaking it, a stab wound on his inner thigh,  a fairly faint but obvious scar along the bridge of his nose, and recently, a gunshot wound on the same right leg.  modifications.    both ears and his navel are pierced.

𝙸𝙽𝚃𝚁𝙾𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽.

mbti:   enfp ( the champion ) enneagram:    6w7  ( the buddy )  positive traits:    curious.   enthusiastic.   loyal.   empathetic.   creative.   charismatic. neutral traits:    determined.   stubborn.   talkative.   energetic.   spontaneous.   whimsical. negative traits:    disorganized.   overemotional.   restless.   impulsive.   unfocused.   paranoid.   

𝙰𝙳𝙳𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻

hometown:   queens, new york. languages spoken:   english, gaelic, italian, and some degree of spanish but it is faint. conditions: insomnia.   undiagnosed ADD. habits:   overspending.   smoking when stressed.   overconsumption of caffeine.   talks to himself.   bites nails when anxious/bored. skillset: hand-to-hand combat.   weapon mastery.   specialized knowledge in the paranormal/supernatural.

𝙵𝙰𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙸𝙰𝙻.

father:   domenico castelluccio ( costello ). mother:   saoirse costello ( née heany ) siblings:   domenico, romeo, silas, liam, leonardo, michael, declan, christopher. ( eight brothers in total ) pet(s):   leopard gecko named chews.

[spydcddy]

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⭒ 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄.   [redacted] ⭒ 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐒.   agent twilight,  loid forger ⭒ 𝐀𝐆𝐄.  mid-late 20s (verse dependent) ⭒ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑. cis male. he/him ⭒ 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. greysexual, heteromantic ⭒ 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. 6'2" ⭒ 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑. blonde ⭒ 𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑. blue

⭒ 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄. luwen, eastern westalis ⭒ 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄. berlint, ostania ⭒ 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. WISE ⭒ 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. spy,  psychiatrist,  father ⭒ 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄. multiple ⭒ 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘.  adopted anya forger,  fake wife yor briar, pet dog bond

⭒ 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌.  hunter parrish

⭒  𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒. human ⭒  𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘. INTJ   -   known  as  ( the  architects  ) of  the  world,   these  people  have  a  deep-seated  thirst  for  knowledge,  with  a  straight-forward  rationality  who's  constantly  searching  to  improve  themselves   ;   as  if  yesterday's  efforts  were  all  for  nothing.  their  brains  never  rest.   ── stoic  intellect.  blunt. logical,  quick-witted ;  they  question  most  things  . . .  always  skeptical  and  base  their  beliefs  on  solid  proof  and  reasoning.  they rely on conventional  wisdom.  they  aren't  afraid  to  break  the  rules  either, or  risk  disapproval  if  it's  a  quest  to  make  things  better.  a  new  idea  isn't  worth  anything  unless  it  works.   the  need  for  success  outweighs  creative  thinking.  they're  independent.   they're  decision  makers  and  they  will  not  exercise  much  patience  if  you're  too  slow to act.  on  the  contrary,  when  things  go  wrong  or  when  they  hurt  others,  expect  them  to  be  personally  affected  and  spend  way  more  time  and  energy  than  necessary  to  try  to  figure  out  why  things  happened  the  way  they  did.  as  someone  who  moves  with  their  head,  it's  hard  to  relate  to  someone  leading  with  their  heart   ;   but  they  are  still  authentically  human.

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𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄. twilight's intellectual genius goes beyond the above average person's expectations. he has a large capacity to absorb, understand and decipher information, code, symbols and foreign language.

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐓 / 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏. he is extremely well-trained, able to unarm / taken down an entire group alone. he can shoot a score of 3 men while fighting off 3 others, multi-tasking in fighting and shooting simultaneously.

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄. twilight's talent for slipping into a role is a trait that is unique to the organization. and many in his division have never seen his real face due to his impeccable mask making skills and vocal adaptability. as a master of disguises, his latest disguise yet? loid forger, "family man" and "devoted husband."

𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐒. with the intense ability to study any given environment, twilight has incredible control of his body often utilizing the strength of his core for missions that are suited for balance, agility and coordination. he is coordinated in handstands, backflips, tight rope walks, handsprings, cartwheels, splits, walkovers and leaps.

𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. twilight has repeatedly been successful in pushing a narrative that is perfectly convincing. manipulating others with elaborate stories and use of word play, one will find it difficult to detect that he is lying. most lies are centered around the characters he portrays and woven into speech patterns, characteristics and backgrounds.

𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐓. he has mastered many different skills that missions would require from him such as piloting a plane, defusing a bomb, lock picking, basic forgery, lip reading, morse code and much more.

[vellumnotes]

𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 … the witness.

origin.

you are the child of unmet ambition. your mother, a journalist with spine and soul, never got her big break — so you made it your burden to achieve what she couldn't. her old notebooks, interviews, and rejection letters live in a box beneath your bed. you study them like scripture. your inheritance was never wealth — it was a legacy of hunger, of principle, of near-misses. you swore you wouldn’t miss.

core themes.

betrayal & theft of identity. the central act of creative theft is a metaphor for deeper existential fears: being forgotten, erased, or usurped. it's not just plagiarism — it's soul theft. the original writer is sacrificed for another's ambition. obsession & descent. consumed by a need to create something truly hers, a compulsion born from guilt and unfulfilled ambition. obsession becomes a religion, leading her to the trial and society. guilt & consequence. haunted — not only by what she did, but by what she failed to become. legacy & anonymity. the desire to be remembered wars with the fear of being revealed. there is also a question of what it means to truly “own” a story. truth vs narrative. wants to write the definitive account — but truth is elusive, especially in a society built on secrets. there's a dark irony: even in pursuit of truth, she is still shaping, controlling, and possibly manipulating narrative.

archetypes.

the usurper / the confessor / the observer turned author.

a thief who wants redemption — not by giving back what she stole, but by creating something "purely hers." morally ambiguous, desperate for authorship, and ironically still stealing in a new way (the truth of the tragedy’s death). the usurper — took what wasn't hers and succeeded by it. the confessor — desperate to be heard, possibly seeking absolution through truth.

beliefs.

justice without a record is just revenge. the story is more important than your life — or anyone else's reputation. memory is resistance. you believe in recording things others want forgotten. power rewrites history. you won’t let it.

conflict.

you walk a razor's edge.

hero or martyr? truth-teller or exploiter? conscience or voyeur? you claim neutrality, but deep down you want the truth to mean something. you fear becoming complicit in the very machine you’re documenting — or worse, becoming addicted to the tragedy itself. inadequacy. she believes she was born average in a world that only values greatness. every time she sits down to write, that knowledge gnaws at her. “you are not enough.”

traits.

virtue: unshakable commitment to the truth. vice: obsession. you’ll follow the story into the dark and drag others with you.  public persona: quiet, perceptive, always watching.  private drive: you want redemption. for your mother, for the forgotten. for yourself. but you’ll settle for justice.  flaw: you believe that if the story is good enough, it justifies nearly anything. 

skills.

investigation: you find inconsistencies in alibis, and motives hidden between lines of policy.  photography: you capture more with a shutter than most do with words. you see people’s real faces.  archival work: you can navigate forgotten microfilm reels, cracked yearbooks, forbidden archives. stealth and subterfuge: you’re quiet when it matters. you blend in, because the best witness is the one they forget was there.  interviewing: you know how to listen. and when to let silence speak. writing: your words sting. the truth lives. 

color palette.

muted sepia, weathered black, charcoal gray. rust-stained cream, faded oxblood, ink-spill navy. flecks of gold foil like cigarette ash — barely there, but deliberate.

signature visuals.

film grain overlays on surveillance footage. coffee rings on old newspaper articles. polaroid's pinned with rusted tacks, corners curling. handwritten annotations in the margins of death. shattered glass in soft focus. unsent drafts, locked filing cabinets. a single light swinging overhead in a dark room.

style.

oversized men's blazers in deep navy or camel, always slightly worn. buttoned shirts, monochrome turtlenecks, and vintage press pins. wireframe glasses she doesn’t need (sometimes wears them anyway). scuffed leather satchel, ink-stained fingers, and a black camera bag that never leaves her side. practical boots, dark lipstick only on rare nights she wants to intimidate. no jewelry — unless it's her mother’s broken watch, long since stopped.

objects that follow her.

a voice recorder with batteries taped in. highlighted clippings from school newspapers. a USB drive labeled “untitled 1”. mismatched notebooks full of timelines, diagrams, theories — and one page she ripped out. old emails she won’t delete. a screenshot she never should’ve taken. a worn copy of in cold blood, annotated with questions like “who decides who deserves to die?”.

soundtrack.

crystals – of monsters and men. ⟶ a bright sound twisted with weight; the lie that sounds like hope. control – halsey. ⟶ for the part of her that likes being underestimated — until she’s not. intro – the xx. ⟶ her walking blue ivy’s cobblestone halls, camera bag swinging, secrets ticking. heavy in your arms – florence + the machine. ⟶ for the guilt that clings like a second skin.  bury a friend – billie eilish. ⟶ the moment she receives the envelope. the shift. the chill. oblivion – grimes. ⟶ feminine, distant, surreal — a strange comfort in detachment. the rip – portishead. ⟶ blurry photos, unsent messages, and what haunts her at 2am. god’s whisper – raury. ⟶ defiance cloaked in devotion; her silent vow to find the truth — no matter the cost. the mute – radical face. ⟶ a song for the one who speaks with ink, not voice. cold, reverent, mourning. samskeyti – sigur rós. ⟶ instrumental; for the night she finally opens the envelope. breath caught, hands shaking. nightcall – kavinsky. ⟶ noir tension — the stakes rising, the pulse behind the poker face. i am not a robot – marina and the diamonds (stripped version). ⟶ the conflict she won't admit: does she want the truth, or absolution? st. jude – florence + the machine. ⟶ “maybe i’ve always been more comfortable in chaos.” youth – daughter. ⟶ innocence as a myth; nostalgia that tastes like ash. tennis court – lorde. ⟶ composed on the outside. cracking underneath.

everyday rituals.

unplugs her phone before bed. she doesn’t trust what it might say while she sleeps. stacks notebooks by season, not subject. spring for strategy. fall for guilt. always rewatches security footage twice. once with detachment. once like a mourner. keeps backup SD cards hidden in hollowed-out books. usually the bell jar or the secret history. walks blue ivy’s campus in the late hours like a ghost tracing crime scenes that don’t exist. doesn’t correct rumors about herself. let them wonder if she knows too much — or nothing at all.

places she haunts.

the archives, where silence buzzes like electricity. the rooftop above the journalism building, where she smokes when she needs to feel her breath. the student café at 3pm, always with a cold espresso, scribbling notes no one else will ever read. library stacks, where the air is always one degree too cold — and people forget how loud they breathe, the empty lecture halls post-dusk, where the echo of power still lingers from long-dead men.

her energy.

an unopened envelope in your desk drawer you can’t bring yourself to throw away. a woman you remember from a party who never told you her name. knowing someone is lying — but not being able to prove it. a camera shutter in a silent room. the moment between a question and an answer.

if she were a season  : late autumn.

when the leaves are brittle and gold, the sky bruised before evening. when things rot beautifully, and the ground forgets what warmth feels like.

if she were a scent.

black tea, wet concrete, static electricity. the ghost of her mother’s perfume lingering in an old coat. ink. film developer fluid. dust. smudged lipstick on the rim of a coffee mug.

if you touched her thoughts. 

you’d feel cold stone. you’d hear a match being struck, and footsteps walking away. you’d see a camera flash — and forget what came before it.

[hazza2404]

A little different from what I normally post but I’ve been on an art shlump.

So I’ve just been playing a lot of Ark (my favourite game) so I drew a Dino and made a dossier for it which I’ll submit for the creature vote in the future

[corditeheart]

Xu constantly wears layers (jacket, cardigan, etc), because she is always cold. It's gotta be like 85 and sunny out before you see her in something without a layer she can add or remove as necessary.

This also means that partners' shirts and hoodies are never safe, because she will borrow it and then never give it back.

[dinotazz-arts]

Harold's Sketchbook pages

just the current Harold Sketchbook pages I've done so far, this is just meant to be a lil side thing to my main worldbuilding project but it is directly tied to it. Plus I get to draw funny things from my brain :)

also a wip thing hehe

[takesunder]

pleasantville never really seems to be consistent on a map btw. punch in directions on gps? it seems to kind of lead you around in circles through plains and woodlands. you're better off with a physical map, but for some reason? maps seem to have the exact borders a bit off for the town. they're not consistent in different prints. google maps is not reliable either. for a small town, it feels like it takes a bit too long to drive through. the longer you're driving through it, the more you start noticing lingering gazes from the residents. they're starting to get uncomfortable. so are you.

[villagerain]

Bio

Name/Alias: Balto/Katana

Age: 36, as of the FF7/R timeline

Birth date: [ μ ] - εγλ 1971 Oct. 3rd

Place of birth: Gongaga

Sex/Gender: Cismale

History: Born to a poor family that made their living off the sea. No known siblings. His father was a fisherman, and his mother, the fishmonger. He was a wild child that spent most of his time in the jungle hunting for roots and vegetables or small game. Heavy rains washed away his home and his mother when he was nine. Uninterested or unwilling to raise a child on his own, Balto’s father sailed off for sunnier shores without him.

Little is known about Balto’s whereabouts between 1980 and 1987, but it is assumed that he befriended the legendary blacksmith Inuzuka Shino during this time and the young man earned a reputation as a formidable swordfighter. Scarlet, Head of Weapons Development at Shinra, was interested in appropriating Inuzuka’s steel folding techniques for her weapons division. She and a small complement of Public Security Officers captured the uncooperative swordsmith in late fall of 1987.

Enraged at the incarceration of his longtime friend, Balto stormed Scarlet’s camp and defeated her entire escort on his own. Inuzuka was let go, but Balto spent two years in the Public Safety Detention Center in Midgar before the Turks inducted him amongst their ranks as part of a plea bargain for his crimes.

Skills and Interests:

Knowledge of various sword forms and their applications. Many techniques have been adapted and blended to meet his needs. Anything in his hand is a weapon. He does not have an overtly aggressive fighting style, preferring instead to rely on reflex and flexibility for quick counters and disarmament. Measure twice, cut once. Killing blows, if delivered, are quick and decisive since he is not an endurance fighter.

Blade sharpening. Balto collects a wide array of whetstones of various materials. His preferred method for sharpening his weapons are ceramic whetstones meant to be soaked in water.

Forensic art and restoration, both recreational and professional. While he prefers to work with traditional mediums, Balto is adept at using computer software to enhance or alter photographs and video, reconstruct combat or post-mortem scenarios, or generate composite models of people and/or faces.

Other notes: Part of the secondary division of the Turks. Bladed weapons specialist, particularly katanas. Murasame, 村雨, “Village Rain” is his chosen weapon.

Physical Appearance

Eye color: Blue

Skin color: Tan, warm undertones.

Hair color: Black

Height: 5’11 (181cm)

Weight: 189lbs (86kg)

Body type: Mesomorph

Blood type: B-

Tattoos: Sharkteeth (stacked triangles) band around his right ankle.

Scars/Birthmarks:  Pretty much everywhere. Main, identifying scar is a jagged line running down his left cheek from beneath his eye to his jaw. Old injuries are scattered throughout.

Stab wound over his liver. Part of this organ had to be removed as a result of the trauma.

Thinner scars over his ribs (front, back and between them).

A longer, ridged scar running from his right elbow and curving towards his wrist.

Disabilities: Mild myopia (not allowed to drive without glasses level. hah!)

Fashion style:  He dresses for the occasion. As far as everyday wear outside of the Turk uniform, natural fiber tunics/loose fitting shirts and slacks are his go-to.

Psychological Traits

Personality type: ISTJ-A

Personality traits: Assertive, dedicated, practical, honest, observant, stubborn, insensitive.