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I gave you a rare gift, but you didn't want it.

♞     “If there’s anything I couldn’t pass up, it’s rarity.” He set down his coffee cup and frowned. One eyebrow raised over dull eyes, displaying an almost forced interest. what rarity could he have possibly been given that he had rejected? “So perhaps what you gave me wasn’t as rare as you think.”

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30 Uncommon Character Development Questions ( send me a number )

1: What position does your character sleep in? ( i.e; stomach, side, back, etc. ) Describe why they do this — optional.

Foma falls asleep ramrod-straight. Arms at his sides, legs straight, head facing upwards. However, when he's properly asleep, he subconsciously shifts to face the center of the bed and curls his arms up towards his chest. When he and Fyodor were very little, they used to share a bed, and they often slept facing one another. It's a subconscious habit he's never managed to shake.

5: What are their chief tension areas? 

Foma holds much of his tension in his jaw and shoulders, courtesy of his physical means of containing anger--he has a tendency to tense up his jaw to keep from screaming, and to stiffen his shoulders to refrain from throwing any punches. The tension mounts into pain, sometimes, since he never does anything to try and alleviate it. The idea of getting a massage or anything of the like freaks him the fuck out. So, yeah. Jaw and shoulders, tense forever.

29: Does your character get restless when things are too quiet or do they favour solitude and silence? Why?

It depends on the situation. See, nothing is every really silent for Foma. His head is full of echos and conversations spilling from unlocked rooms in his mind--he cannot help leaving a few doors ajar. When there is too much noise and the doors left open are just as loud, he can't stand it. He'll either snap or just up and leave. When his head is quiet, though, the absence of sound is unnerving. He'll get antsy and even go so far as to make noise himself, such as playing music or tapping his pen against his desk. So, long answer short, he likes noise when his head is quiet, and silence when his head is loud.

30: Finally; if your character was forced to eat one thing for the rest of their life, what would they choose and why?

Tula gingerbread. If asked, he'd claim something much more logical, of course, but the child that still lingers within the carousel infects him with a damn near pathetic obsession with Tula gingerbread. His mother brought it home after a trip to her hometown, and Foma's loved the sweet ever since. He hasn't had it in very many years, but he is convinced that he could eat it for the rest of his life without complaints.

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In Depth Headcanon Prompts; Set 1

☛ :What is their typical response to being given orders?

Usually, resentment. Foma absolutely loathes being told what to do, and usually verbally lashes out at anyone who tries to order him around. Should they continue to push, the lash turns physical, and it can trigger his explosive anger.

If they are in a legitimate position of authority, however, he holds his tongue and protests in a different way--getting the task done as inefficiently as possible, and procrastinating at all costs. Hence why he often can be found pursuing his curiosity rather than actually working on cases; it's all about procrastination. He refuses to be under anyone's thumb.

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In Depth Headcanon Prompts; Set 1

♥ : Name one thing about the way their emotions work that they despise.

Foma's short temper is the bane of his existence. He absolutely loathes how quick he is to anger, and how fury seems to be the only emotion he truly feels--it is either apathy or anger, and thus he lives a very complicated existence in which he constantly seeks something that could make him feel a fuller range of emotions (such as art and taxidermy, or perhaps murder). But mostly, he just hates the anger bit. Because his anger is explosive and sudden, and it gets him into heaps of trouble when he can't reign it in.

☂ : Storms or clear skies?

He has no particular fondness for either kind of weather, but he prefers to work when the skies are clear and drive when it's raining. He used to watch rain on the side  of his father's car window when he was very small, and he still enjoys doing so. Only now, he refuses to acknowledge it and insists that such a thing only brings back foul memories.

✖ : Describe a way to make them uneasy or apprehensive.

When someone he is unfamiliar with starts to speak Russian to him, he is almost immediately put on edge. His Russian heritage is something he tries to keep disconnected from, and thus, hearing someone else speak to him in a language he has mostly abandoned with confidence in him understanding it makes him feel like he's see-through. Also, he gets nervous when anyone who is renowned in the field of psychiatry or psychology stares at him. Again, the see-through thing. He's clearly got a very bad fear of being transparent.

♡ : Is there a certain scent that brings about nostalgia? If so, describe a memory this scent brings back.

The implication that he has any sentiment or affection for the past is something he refuses to acknowledge. As far as he's concerned, everything from his past is absolutely vile and not worth remembering up until he got into the BAU. But perhaps he can summon some kind of fondness for his time working with the Baltimore police if he's exposed to the smell of witch hazel.

One of his first cases took place in a greenhouse, where the bodies of two young women were found, bloody and naked, beneath a large witch hazel shrub. He spent a long, long time looking at those two women--one was beautiful, like an angel, catlike in the way her nose curved and her glossy eyes. The other was more like a dog, lean and athletic with the sort of wiriness about her that was reminiscent of a greyhound. Foma found it fascinating, and he ogled over the balance between the two women for many days. He almost felt bad for having to incriminate the artist behind it. There is a room dedicated to this case in his memory castle, and a taxidermy piece in his bedroom that resembles it--a small, faux witch hazel with a Greyhound and a Siamese cat arranged on either side in a 'yin-yang'-esque depiction.

This was his first exposure to murder as art, and he often longs to relive that moment, along with all the raw emotions it brought to life.